#jaytimsteph

Cut to a few nights later Jason enters Tim’s bedroom. Steph has him sprawled out on the bed, tongue lapping at Tim’s pussy, two fingers buried in his ass. Jason watches as Tim comes so hard his back fully leaves the bed. Steph sits up wiping her face with the back of her hand.

Steph brags that Tim’s already come four times and they only started twenty minutes ago. Tim gets flustered and tries explaining things to Jason. All Jason can focus on is the prominent wet spot on the bed, Steph’s spit and Tim’s come glittering on his thighs.

Jason stands in the middle of the room, harder than he’s ever been in his life as Steph pulls out a strap the same size and thickness as Jason. Ten minutes and two more orgasms, Tim’s face is a mess of dried tears, breathing erratic, his eyes are fully glazed over and he’s barely holding on to consciousness.

Steph orders Jason to strip and get his ass on the bed. Jason in his hurry breaks the zipper of his jeans and face plants into the side of the mattress. Steph straddles his lap and tells Jason she’s going to show him exactly how to make Tim come the next time Tim is on top.

Jason’s white knuckling Steph’s waist as she rides him. She encourages him to lick, bite, suck her tits. Which his mommy issues having ass happily does. Hers are bigger than Tim’s but the premise is the same.

Steph comes twice before she takes Jason over the edge. She then tells him to lick her clean so she can get an idea of how he gives head. After a few pointers he manages to wring an orgasm out of her with his tongue.

Fast forward a week or two later. Tim is sandwiched between Jason and Steph, one in each hole. Together they keep going until Tim is sobbing and overstimulated. They both clean him up and give him a kiss before Steph pins Jason down to ride him until she’s had her full. She blows Jason until he finishes and she lazily shares a sloppy kiss of Jason’s come with a tired Tim.

As Tim dozes off between them Steph pokes Jason’s nose and says, “See you weren’t fully the problem. You just needed some help.” Jason rolls his eyes and falls asleep with his face in Tim’s hair and a hand on Steph’s tit.

On the dance floor, she spun away, bouncing through the throng of dancers, pulling on random partners to find her groove for the night. She settled with a girl in shorts and a halter, grinding together with the beat. Lipstick smeared between them as Steph tested the waters while simultaneously waving him over. 

Tim took his time, observing the crowd as he moved through. There were several couples and men dancing but it was ladies night at the hottest gay bar in lower Gotham tonight, so the floor was predominantly filled with women enjoying themselves. 

…And there were still the few straight losers that were hoping to get lucky at a game no one else was playing. Tim recognized them separately from the others in the crowd based on the way they leered, grabbing possessively and crowding the other patrons in an unwanted manner. 

He ignored them. Unless someone asked for his involvement, in his experience the ladies those losers tried to make their victims would put them in their place easily enough. Anyone more persistent would be handled by the bouncers. 

Tim began flowing through the crowd, letting the music grip him as he slowly made his way towards Steph. He moved with anyone and everyone that got close, enjoying the fleeting touches and sinking more and more into the beat. 

To his right a small commotion broke out and he laughed with the other patrons as a bouncer handled a guy that wasn't getting the hint his advances were unwelcome in this crowd. The girl he'd been hitting on was now grinning brightly as the bouncer crowded the jerk away, giving him a taste of his own medicine by grabbing hips and grinding to the beat. 

Tim caught Steph's eye across the floor, shooting her a wink as she blew a kiss back. By the time Tim looked back to the show though, it was over. The bouncer was back on the edge of the crowd, watching everyone dance. Tim studied him for a moment as he realized it wasn't a bouncer at all. 

The man was dressed in a leather jacket, fitted jeans and a dark red henley, buttons undone. His dark hair was accented with a  streak of white through his bangs and fell over his bright eyes. 

Tim was enraptured. He could see the man was built, thickly muscled and could probably bench press him with one hand. Tim's mouth watered at the thought, pressing against that plush body, burying his face between the rack the guy was definitely packing… Tim quickly looked away before the guy noticed him staring. 

Realizing he lost track of Steph in the distraction, Tim wandered through the dancers for a moment to reorient before finally finding her with a new partner. A slim brunette this time, but Tim could tell Steph wasn't feeling it. Their met eyes again and Tim tried to redirect her gaze to the hot guy, only… he had moved. 

Again he was on the floor and subjecting another drunk frat boy to a hearty dose of karma. The crowd was laughing again as the jerk who'd apparently been hitting on an uninterested woman tried to escape the hot guy showing him what it felt like to get some unwanted attention.

Attention Tim would gladly accept.  

A plan formed in Tim's mind even as Steph moved on to another dance partner. She seemed on a mission to find someone and Tim had the perfect answer for his girlfriend.

Finally catching up to her, Tim brushed her long hair aside to whisper in her ear: “play along”. 

He yanked her aggressively, not his usual style of blending with the beat and forcibly tried to move her in his off rhythm pattern. Her strength pushed back against him, as she stared unbelieving for a moment before narrowing her eyes into a sharp glare. 

She attempted to hip check him off as she spun back to the blonde girl in front of her. 

Tim persisted, tugging her again, ignoring her signal to back off, grinning at the fun of messing with her. 

“You little shit–” she mumbled and Tim for a moment feared she was going to deck him and then strong hands wrapped around his waist as he was pulled away. 

Warm, large hands slotting perfectly over his hips as a raspy voice whispered in his ear, “What about dancing with me instead, hot stuff?”

Tim shivered, letting it roll over him and sink into his bones. The music pounded an inviting tempo around them and Tim was ready.

He blew a kiss at the shocked face of Steph even as he spun and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. “Don’t mind if I do,” Tim purred happily in response. 

The man's face shifted into a look of shock and Tim admired the bright green shade of his eyes.

Using the man's surprise to his advantage Tim whirled them around, pressing their bodies together and keeping them in Steph's range. The warm, muscular body felt just as good as he'd imagined. 

He looked around the man's impressive bicep to catch his girlfriend’s eye, trying to show off the success of his plan, but she was already on board with the program. Her eyes were blown wide as she soaked in the absolute hunk Tim had snagged for them. 

There wasn't another beat of the song missed before she pressed up into their space, trapping them man between them as they flowed to the music. 

Satisfied the net was cast, Tim lost himself in the feel of the warm body and the music coursing through him. The man moved with them after a moment, guided by Steph's hands on his hips and voice in his ear. Tim's hands roamed the plush body, squeezing the muscles he found along the way, enjoying the small gasps that the man let out– sounds that were felt more than heard as they danced. 

Tim wanted more, he wanted to taste– again he caught Steph's eyes, and saw the same desire mirrored. Tim went up on his toes and their lips crashed together over the man's shoulder. He groaned, feeling their new partner's heat, knowing his ear was right there as Steph's tongue tangled with his. She broke off from Tim with a wet smack and immediately pressed an open mouthed kiss to the man's neck. Tim's eyes were glued as she dragged her tongue up to his ear and the guy's eyes slid shut with a shudder. 

“Come home with us?” Steph whispered, close enough for the words to be heard over the club.  

“Please?” Tim added, pressing forward. “Steph makes great waffles.”

“And Tim makes great coffee… and gives excellent… massages,” Steph giggled as she wrapped her arms around the man's torso and squeezed his chest. 

“Uh–” A blush dusted the man's cheeks and Tim wanted to bite. He resisted, instead stroking the man's cheek and meeting his eyes. 

“If you don't want us, it's okay, we will back off,” Tim offered. 

“But we are a package deal,” Steph added. “How it all plays out is flexible, though.” 

Tim watched the man's throat bob as he swallowed. “Um, yeah, okay. Name’s Jason.”

“Hi Jason.” Steph kissed his neck again in greeting. 

“Hi Jason,” Tim repeated dutifully before pulling him down and finally tasting.