snails in a rain gutter

Jimmy pulled in a breath, willing himself to have more self control, to go more slowly, to be careful. But almost against his will, his hips snapped forward.

Beneath him, Oli moaned, a bitten-off noise as he, presumably, remembered the paper-thin walls of the hotel room. But even without the noise, his back arched, his spine bending, pressing up into Jimmy’s hands and further onto his cock.

“Fuck,” Jimmy hissed, pulling a breathy giggle from Oli, who never seemed to tire of it when Jimmy dropped the PG persona for one reason or another.

A hand on his back made him startle, and Oli’s eyes rolled back into his head. Double fuck—he’d forgotten that El was there. He blinked at her, dumbly trying to remember what his initial plan was when they’d walked in here. Before she’d lounged on one of the ottoman-cushion-things that you could use as seats or shove under the table that Oli’s belt was currently resting on. Before she’d said that she’d forgotten her strap at home, but Jimmy just had to see what Oli looked like when he was getting railed.

Any protest Jimmy might have made—he wasn’t actually into men, he wouldn’t know the first thing about making Oli feel good—had died on his tongue as Oli had turned away from the door, his cheeks flushed, his eyes scandalized at El’s words, but there had been an undeniable heat in them. A heat that Jimmy had wanted to chase, had wanted to feel for himself.

There was a look on El’s face, pleased, almost triumphant, as she smoothed her hand down the curve of his spine. She leaned in, hooking her chin over Jimmy’s shoulder. He could feel the press of her curves against his back, but somehow the urge he had to get a hand under her short skirt or to shove the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and get his mouth on her was… muted.

Oli made a noise like a whimper beneath him, and his attention snapped back to the man beneath him. With fresh eyes, Jimmy could see the places his control had slipped, bites on Oli’s skin that were sure to bruise. And that was just from how Oli had rocked on his fingers, how he’d sounded egging Jimmy on—

“He feels good doesn’t he?” she murmured, for Jimmy’s ears only.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a rasp.

“Bet he’s even tighter than I’d be,” she added, pulling away from Jimmy before he could think of a way to respond in a way that wouldn’t be an insult to her, to lean over to Oli and press a kiss to his slack mouth. Jimmy shuddered as she pulled away again, out of sight—out of mind.

He shifted, squeezing one of the hands on Oli’s waist in warning. Oli hooked his knee over Jimmy’s hip, spreading himself wider, a clear invitation. Jimmy wanted to see what El meant. He wanted to absolutely wreck Oli, he wanted—

There was a burning heat inside of him that he couldn’t quite place. Lust, yes, God, he was so hard he felt like he was going to black out at any second, but there was something else curling in his gut. It stuck to him, coating his ribs every time he breathed. Oli’s eyes were glazed as he blinked up at Jimmy, and the smile he gave him was like nothing Jimmy had ever seen.

Before Jimmy knew what he was doing, he was prying his fingers away from Oli’s hip to lean down, bending Oli in half so that he could press his forehead to Oli’s cheekbone.

Oli’s arms welcomed him easily, like this was any other hug, and Jimmy wasn’t buried to the hilt inside of him, bracing for whatever realization awaited him at the end of this. Because he knew what the other, burning want in him was, and there was no way he was going to be able to ignore it once he started moving. Once he saw what El and Oli had wanted him to see. Oli would know. One look at him, and Oli would know. And he and El had no secrets from one another, so she would know, too. And that would make three people, total, but it would flay him out in this hotel room. He’d be left so completely bare that it terrified him.

Oli’s hand found his hair, scratching along his scalp, soothing. He turned his head so that his breath ghosted over Jimmy’s ear.

“C’mon, big man,” he murmured, for Jimmy’s ears only. “I’ve got you.”

Jimmy lifted his head, pulling back enough to see Oli’s eyes, still dark with want, but clear, crystal clear. And of course, of course Oli already knew. Oli wasn’t going to make it into anything unless Jimmy did. For all Oli was louder than life, he knew when to be calm.

Jimmy could hardly stand it.