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okay this isn’t exactly a smut request per se - more just an idea that isn’t fully formed yet, but you could probably turn it into smut somehow, i trust your skills! but anyway- i’m thinking like trevor and jamie are out with a bunch of the guys and trevor had been flirting with this girl he had his eye on all night, was finally getting somewhere and they were making out, getting touchy, grinding, etc. in the club, you know the drill. and before he has the chance to get her somewhere more private to take it further, one of his friends pulls him away for some reason or he gets a phone call he has to take, idk, something pulls him away. then he comes back a few minutes later to find jamie with the girl basically picking up where he left off LOL. and from that point on you can take the idea wherever you’d like 🤭

well, after two years, i think the idea reached its full form!

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for two years TODAY and because i'm sentimental like that, i wanted to release it on its birthday. it is the last of its kind! i hope y'all enjoyed this fic – i know i enjoyed writing it.

pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader x jamie drysdale (anaheim era)

warnings: protected p in v, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, hand stuff ;), dirty talk (tzyaps), car sex (a smidge), sex while intoxicated

word count: 6,405

If you had to summarize your night out in one word, it would be eye-tag.

The moment you walked into the bar, you locked eyes with a man standing at the end of the booth next to the door, fluffy hair fanning out from under his baseball cap. You saw him again across the bar as you bought your third drink. He acknowledged you with a smirk and a lift of his beer in your direction and you blushed before turning back to your friends. Through the crowd as you danced, feet aching from your heels, you spotted him again; talking to someone just out of sight, leaning against the wall with one shoulder, and watching you. Every time your eyes flickered in that direction, his glinting pupils stared back.

You knew it would come to fruition sooner or later. You knew he’d appear near you, dancing closer and closer until you were flush and there was nowhere to go but home.

So you waited. You moved to the beat of the music, shifting your weight from foot to foot and allowing your arms to move as they pleased. Gracefully, yes, or with as much grace as you could muster after the four drinks you’d had at the bar and the drinks you’d consumed at the pregame hours prior. The buzz had sunken into your bones and left you feeling loose, happy… flirty.

Little by little, your friends split off.

The birthday girl and two others wandered to the bathroom, another decided to call an Uber, one decided she spotted something she liked at one of the booths, and through it all, you kept dancing. You weren’t alone – you still had one friend holding your hand and spinning herself around, laughing and tipping her drink to her mouth, lipstick staining the rim. Her eyeshadow glimmered under the lights and you leaned in to compliment it over the music when a pair of hands slid over your hips.

The waiting game was over, then.

You looked over your shoulder and confirmed your assumption: impish good looks and tan skin that reflected the Californian weather you’d come to enjoy since moving to Los Angeles. It was him.

“Steal you for a dance?” he asked, confidence oozing from his smile.

You leaned into his touch and your friend, well aware of the game you’d been playing all night, tapped the rim of her glass, signaling to you that she was going to get a refill – but you knew she was really just getting out of your hair now that you’d snared the man you wanted to talk to all night.

She departed, sneaking through the crowd, and you continued what you were doing without missing a beat. The song had changed, but your bobbing had not, and the man slotted into place behind you.

His smooth, lingering hands remained mostly on your hips, although one of them had crept along the band of your skirt and subtly rested on the button keeping it in place. You allowed it, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and laying your head on his shoulder. Your hips shifted back, his pelvis flush with your ass, and a pair of lips descended on your pulse point.

You hummed appreciatively and laced your fingers through the ends of his flowy hair. “Feels nice.”

“Mm, you think that feels nice?” he asked. “You should see what else I can do.”

Lips quirked, you turned in his grasp. You’re finally able to see him up close and personal. He had a large, hooked nose and beady but kind eyes and the kind of mouth that couldn’t stop smiling. You could read him immediately, all mystery gone as soon as you noticed how expressive his face was.

You threw your arms over his shoulders and picked up the rhythm you’d lost while turning around, resuming your dancing – grinding, if you’re being technical about what’s happening between your bodies. “What else can you do?”

“Lots,” he said with a crooked grin that told you he was being vague on purpose. “You wanna get out of here and see?”

You pursed your lips and deliberated the question.

His thumbs tapped against your sides impatiently, like he couldn’t contain the energy coursing through his veins, and he pressed his clothed bulge against your hip. “It’ll be fun.”

“Give me a glimpse,” you challenged. “You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?”

He released a short bark of a laugh and slid his hand under the fabric of your top, flattening his palm against the expanse of your back. “What do you want me to do?” he questioned. He lifted his chin and nodded at a place over your shoulder. “You want me to push you up against that wall and put my fingers under this pretty skirt?”

“Well, that sounds nice, but why don’t you start by kissing me?” you replied, inching forward so he could meet you halfway.

Dark eyelashes fluttered around dangerous green eyes. “I guess I jumped the gun on that one,” he said, laughing at himself slightly. His mouth hovered closer to yours. “My apologies.”

“You’re forgiven,” you answered, and then your lips sealed together.

He tasted like cheap beer and mint gum, but you mellowed into him instantaneously. You weren’t normally one to make out with a stranger in the bar, but there was something about this man that had you acting differently. You’d certainly been influenced by the drinks you’d drank as well, but you’d rather blame your recklessness on the intoxication of the man before you. He was more exhilarating than any liquor you’d consumed. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips and you sighed against him, parting your mouth so that he could dart inside.

The music was muffled in your ears, overtaken by the thrumming of blood through your veins as you focused on the feel of him – how his fingers moved restlessly all over you, how his mouth moved against yours and occasionally, just when you needed a breath, down your neck. His tongue lathed over your sweaty skin and he hummed like it tasted like nectar, something he never wanted to stop lapping up from the crevices of your body.

His palm covered one of your asscheeks and squeezed, rucking up your miniskirt just enough that he could feel where your leg became butt but not enough to expose you to the rest of the room. Just enough to excite you, to lean into him and consider copping a feel of your own.

As your hand made its way down, over the smooth ridges of his belly that you could feel beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, fingertips searching for the tent in his pants, a short series of buzzes came from his pocket. You could feel his rectangular phone against your leg and how it moved, a call evidently coming to the man before you at the least opportune moment.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. His grip tightened on your backside and his other hand cradled your jaw. “They can wait, just…”

He kissed you again, raw and ravenous, everything that you wanted you knew he was feeling in equal droves. After a minute, the ringing ended, and he exhaled over your lips in relief, but there was only a moment of brevity before it began again.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, an edge to his voice. He broke from you and fished his phone out of his pocket, your bottom lip pushed out in a pout and fingers pinching his sides needily. His eyes met yours and you could see how he regretted what he had to do from the look alone. “My ride – I need to take this,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Boo,” you teased, frowning at him. “Can’t you find another ride?”

He laughed and lifted his hand to your chin, nudging you into place. He planted a peck squarely on your mouth and grinned. “I’ll be right back,” he said again. “Wait for me. Five minutes. I swear.”

“Pinky swear?”

He looped his pinky with yours and kissed his thumb. “Pinky swear.”

You felt a bit put out as he departed, eyebrows drawing together as he weaved through the crowd and disappeared. With a sigh, you threw your head back and tried to lean back into the music. You wished you had a drink in your hand, looked through the crowd to find your remaining friend who had left for the bar when the man started dancing with you, but it was for naught. It was impossible to find anyone through the crowd. You’d go get a drink for yourself, but if you left this spot now, you may never find the hottie you’d been playing eye tag with again. You don’t even know his name.

So, you remained. You closed your eyes and danced to the movement of the lights behind your eyelids, flashing pink and blue and green and purple.

Sooner than you expected, a palm found your lower back. You assumed it was your boy returning from his phone call, but when you turned around to greet him, it was someone new entirely.

This man had dark hair, though it also flowed out like a surfer beneath his backwards hat. His square jaw dwarfed his kind smile, but you found yourself returning the grin instinctively.

“Where’s your friend?” he asked.

“She went to get a drink,” you replied.

“No, the other one,” he laughed. “The guy you were dancing with.”

“Oh, he–” you stopped yourself, squinting at the man before you. “Have you been watching me?”

“Guilty,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was going to ask you to dance a little bit ago, but he got to you first. Now that he’s gone, I was hoping…”

He trailed off pointedly, tilting his head to the side as he awaited your answer.

On the spot, you decided, fuck it. The other guy had left, you didn’t know if he would actually be back, and here this guy is in front of you, offering to fill the space.

And he was cute. In a different way than your original tag partner, but still cute. It’s not fair to compare apples and oranges – both are good, and both of these guys looked good.

“Sure,” you said, offering him a beam. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”

He laughed at the nickname and fit his hands along your sides. The dance started awkward, his hands more bumbling than the first man’s, but he held you with more security at the same time. Whereas Eye-Tag had been touchy, testing your self-restraint, this man was gentle and allowed you to control the pace.

It took one drift of his eyes to your glossed lips for you to take the plunge and kiss him. He was just so… sweet. You didn’t have to talk much to know it, nor did you have to play games to get his attention.

Tonight, you wanted to have fun. Your savior, this second partner, may show you a better time than the first guy ever could. So, you teased the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue and hummed approvingly when he pulled you closer.

Speak of the devil.

“I see you met Jimmy,” the familiar voice behind you said over the thumping music, a laugh tickling his words. He told you he’d be back – and so he was.

Jimmy. A name to attach to the raven-haired boy you’d be taking home tonight.

“Didn’t know you’d actually come back,” you replied, the sassy response flowing from you easily. You turned to face him, smiling slightly as Jimmy’s hands found your waist. You covered his hands – big, broad, thick fingers and a silver chain around his wrist – with yours and intertwined your fingers so he didn’t leave. You liked the sturdiness of him against your back, especially the half-formed line that pressed against your ass.

“Mm,” he chastised with a faux-pout, like you’d wounded him severely with your joust. “I keep my promises.”

“Oh,” you said with a half-hearted shrug. You returned to Jimmy, lacing your arms over his shoulders although you were still peering over yours at the tan boy behind you. You blinked and continued airily, “That’s nice.”

It got the reaction you wanted. Jimmy’s lips pulled into a smile and his eyes crinkled as he looked down at you, and the man behind you stepped closer, like he’d done when you were first dancing. It was suffocating, being between them, but you weren’t complaining. You were drowning in the attention, but you’d die happy. Two hot men on either side? They could fight for your hand for all you cared.

Or maybe you were just drunk.

The first boy fitted his lips by your ear and said, “Something else about me?”

“Hm?” you encouraged dismissively.

“I don’t mind sharing.” He pulled himself closer to you and suddenly you were sandwiched between the strong, supple body to your front and his lithe, agile form to your back. Then, voice lower, a little heavier, he added, “Neither does he.”

You felt his smile grow against your neck as he donned it with a kiss.

“Prefers it, really,” he concluded in a knowing voice. “Isn’t that right, Jim?”

“A bit far, Z,” Jimmy – Jim? – said to the man just past you before his gaze locked back on your face. “I don’t… prefer it.”

You almost laughed at his delivery, but you caught yourself. Z’s hand drifted to your upper thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of your miniskirt as he kept the dance going behind you. “What are you proposing?” you asked even though you thought you knew, the question floating into the air for either of them to answer.

Z was the one who piped up first, quicker to the jump. “Just that you don’t, you know, have to choose,” he explained. His hips circled and you found that not only was there a hard line pressing into your hip from the front, but there was a healthy bulge nestling against your backside.

There was a dull pulsing between your legs, too.

“You could have us both,” Jimmy said. “If you wanted.”

“And you two… know each other?” you asked.

“Inside and out, baby,” Z answered, bragging.

“Not literally.” Jimmy cringed. The scrunch of his nose caught your eye. It was cute. Endearing. “Not inside.”

“Not inside,” Trevor repeats like a man with a handshake agreement. “Although he wishes.”

“How would that work? Both of you,” you interrupted.

“Well, we’d take you home,” Z said. His lips found your earlobe and a shiver went down your spine. “Jamie here gets to kiss you first, since I’m nice, but while he’s doing that, I’m undoing your skirt…”

You swayed in place as you listened to his seductive purr.

“I’ll lift up your top,” Jamie continued, his fingers dipping beneath the cloth to demonstrate his point, large hands covering your rib cage and making you feel… dainty. “Take off your bra.”

“Not wearing one,” you supplied faintly.

Z hummed and nibbled your neck, soothing the spot with a kiss when he was done. “Perfect,” he mused. It felt like praise. Your heart thudded in your chest.

Jamie smiled. “Trevor will take you to bed,” he said. “He’ll suck your tits and I’ll kneel between your legs.”

You whimpered at the mere thought and he chuckled.

“Fuck you with my tongue,” Jamie added in a low voice, licking his lips. You tracked the movement. He watched your reaction.

“And that’s just the start,” Trevor told you. He linked his finger through the belt loop of your skirt and turned you to face him, back now to Jamie. His hand came to your cheek, then slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You leaned into it, sucking his tongue as it entered your mouth, and moaned when Jamie rolled his hips against your ass. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes,” you agreed emphatically.

“Good,” Trevor said, the response a simple knee-jerk reaction.

“I’ll get the car,” Jamie declared and within a moment, he was gone.

Trevor stayed with you, carding his fingers through your hair as he kissed you over and over again, your lips dancing as you made your way to the edge of the outskirts of the crowd. He was insistent that you didn’t part for longer than a second, even to breathe. You giggled and stumbled against him as you broke through the layers of people, hand landing on his bicep.

“Ooh,” you observed, giving his arm a squeeze.

Trevor smirked and flexed. “You like?”

In lieu of laughing at his brag, or copping another feel of the hard, prominent muscle, you fisted his t-shirt and guided him through the exit, into the mild California night. You waited for Jamie on the curb, daring to push your hands up Trevor’s stomach and feeling for his ribs. He was warm. It wasn’t easy to stop touching him, even as passerbys eyed your show of affection and lifted their brows in judgement. Normally, you’d be right with them – tipsy or even sober, holding back a laugh at the couple making out on the sidewalk, but today… well, now you understood what it was like to be on the other side. It was a thrill.

You weren’t the only one having trouble keeping your hands to yourself. When Jamie pulled up and honked the horn to signal his arrival, you broke apart reluctantly, one of Trevor’s hands less than in inch from your boob, and clambered inside. Trevor sat with you in the backseat of Jamie’s car, leaving the dark-haired boy in the front by himself. You both sprawled across the length of the seats, neglecting your seat belts until Jamie offhandedly reminded Trevor that he wouldn’t drive off until you both were clipped in.

“‘Kay, Dad,” Trevor goaded as you sat up. He pulled you closer, into the middle seat so that you were right beside him. When the car started moving, his hand found the back of your neck again and your lips locked.

You were dizzy from his touch, from his taste. You were dizzy from the drinks and the motion of the vehicle. But God, God, you were right where you wanted to be.

Trevor’s heavy hand found your inner thigh, coaxing your legs apart. You were putty in his arms, especially once his thumb brushed your panties and made contact with your clit. You made a soft noise and he smirked, middle finger drawing a line over your slit.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against your lips. His fingers tapped your core impatiently, drawing beneath the gusset of your panties and shifting the thin fabric to the side. “Spread your legs wider, baby, show Jimmy.”

Your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror and caught Jamie’s passing glance.

A curse fell from his mouth and his eyes returned to the dark road in front of him. “Gonna make me crash the fucking car, Z.”

“Sorry.” Not sounding apologetic at all, Trevor smiled. He spread your folds and traced the tight circle of your entrance, like dipping his toes in the water. “We’ll keep to ourselves, then.”

“Oh my God,” you whined as his fingers moved, one slender digit filling your cunt as his thumb circled your clit.

“Shh,” Trevor whispered. His mouth caressed your cheek sweetly. “Jimmy’s driving.”

You bit down on your lower lip and tried to stifle your noises, trembling beneath Trevor’s touch. You didn’t know how long the ride from the club to their place would be, but based on Trevor’s fervor, he was determined to send you over the edge before you arrived.

You clutched at his wrist as Jamie switched from lane to lane, dodging slower cars and peeking at you through the mirror whenever he could spare a glance. His looks were often accompanied by a low, wanting groan. There were a couple of times when you met Trevor’s gaze in the mirror too, his green eyes flashing with a predator’s intent. Once, when Trevor’s smile widened hungrily, you realized he wasn’t always watching you. He was watching Jamie’s reaction to you.

At some point, Jamie’s right hand had left the steering wheel and folded in his lap. Trevor was the one to point it out.

“See that?” he asked you quietly, two fingers now buried in your cunt. “He’s getting ready for you, too. Feeling good up there, Jimmy?”

“Fuck off.”

“I wish I could see it,” you said, loud enough for Jamie to hear.

Trevor laughed as Jamie clenched his jaw. You could see his frustration in the vein throbbing along his neck. “Almost,” Jamie gritted out.

“You’ll more than see it,” Trevor promised. He took your hand in his and guided it to his crotch, criss-crossing your arms so that he could keep pumping his fingers inside of you as yours curled around his prominent length. “You’ll feel it. Deep, baby. ‘S why I’ve gotta get you ready for him.”

“What about you?” Your breath stuttered when he probed your g-spot. You snaked your hand beneath his waistband and grasped his cock, feeling his skin in your hand for the first time. The hitch in his breath matched yours. “Aren’t you getting me ready for you?”

“Mm, if you’re not exhausted by the time it’s my turn,” Trevor replied, his eyelids drifting shut and head tilting back. “I want your mouth.” His free hand came to your chin, thumbing over your bottom lip. “This gorgeous fucking mouth.”

Jamie took a sharp left turn and threw the car in park. “We’re here,” he announced, his seatbelt retracting with a clatter and the driver’s side door flying open.

Trevor started to move quickly too, but his efforts weren’t to leave the car like Jamie. No, his decision was to overwhelm you with a frenzied pulsing between your legs, thumb slipping into your mouth and his lips descending on your neck. You moaned and palmed his cock, Trevor’s sounds reverberating through your body, and you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“Get there,” Trevor encouraged. “Come on, baby. Can tell you’re close.”

“Fuck,” you garbled around his thumb, arching off the seat as far as you could with the belt still around your waist and over your chest. He was right, of course. You were close. Dancing with both of them had you wanting more, but having Trevor actually touch you… you couldn’t move onto the next thing until something inside of you snapped. It would take just seconds, just moments, and then you could release.

“Trevor,” Jamie barked, opening the door closest to you and reaching over to unbuckle you.

Trevor ignored him, beckoning his fingers inside of you rapidly, sucking on your neck. You writhed beneath him and the heel of his hand found your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

Your thighs started to shake and your jaw fell, coming hard around Trevor’s fingers. His cock throbbed in your hand as he fingerfucked you through the aftershocks of your first orgasm, Jamie’s large hand finding your knee and resting there.

“Dude,” he complained. “Supposed to be a group effort.”

“Sorry,” Trevor apologized again without feeling. He drew his fingers from you and let them hover near his mouth, only wrapping his lips around them after he added, “Couldn’t resist.”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Such a dick.”

You chastised him with a small noise, but your head lolled towards Jamie and your lips widened in a lazy smile.

He returned it and helped you from the car, letting you lean on him as you walked to the front door together. The house was nice, even in the dark. Windows, a large flat roof, palm trees scattered around the property.

“How do you feel?” Jamie asked.

You hummed before replying in a syrupy-sweet voice, “Relaxed.”

“Good,” Jamie said. “You tell your friends where you were going?”

You could sense his concern. “It’s fine. I’ll tell them after. They knew I was – well, they knew that Trevor and I had been eying each other all night.”

His pretty pink lips formed a smile. “You gonna tell them you got the two-for-one deal?”

You stepped into his space and tilted your chin up, an obvious invitation. “If you impress me.”

Jamie cradled your face and kissed you right there at the foot of the stairs, his desire simmering through you, building into greed. You chased his lips when he pulled away, hung off of him as you climbed the stairs. Jamie enjoyed the attention and Trevor wasn’t far behind you, having taken a short detour to the kitchen to grab three water bottles.

True to his word in the bar, Jamie pushed your shirt up and over your head once you hit the bedroom, freeing your breasts then covering them with his calloused hands. He busied you with his kiss and his touch, softly pinching your nipples until they were aching from the attention, although you kept mumbling “more” and “please” whenever he gave you reprieve.

While Jamie didn’t answer your plea, taking his time feeling you out, there was another set of hands responding to each one. It was Trevor who played you like an instrument until your breath came out in needy puffs while Jamie’s mouth descended between your boobs and over your stomach. Trevor was the one to lay you out on the bed and prop himself up beside you as Jamie’s lips went even lower, nearing the place between your legs that wanted him most.

He whispered to you too.

“You have no idea how good you look.” Trevor’s quiet croon crept over you like a phantom wave of pleasure, hitting sensitive parts of you that his fingers could never reach. “I’ve been imagining it all night – you, on the bed, with your legs spread. Your pretty pussy all bare in front of me.”

Jamie spreads your folds with his thumbs and licked over your hole, still loose from your first orgasm in the back of the car.

“Arching your back like that,” Trevor praised. He lowered his mouth and wrapped his lips around your nipple, then removed them gently, like a kiss. A tease. He followed it with a pinch. Everything he did felt like a drawl. “Clenching around my tongue.”

Vibrations from Jamie’s moan traveled up you when you did just that.

Your own noise felt foreign when you heard it leave your mouth, when it answered him.

Trevor laughed against your skin. He hooked his ankle over your calf and guided your legs further apart, his fingers finding your clit and circling slowly as Jamie licked over your hole enthusiastically. His icy blue eyes peered up at you and suddenly it was all too much, so you threw your head back against the pillows and gasped for breath.

But they didn’t stop, and you didn’t want them to.

“Atta girl, baby,” Trevor encouraged. “You’re almost there, come on Jimmy’s tongue so we can fuck you. One more and I’ll get my cock in you, like we’ve been thinking about all night. Know you have – know you’ve been wondering how it would feel when I fill you up, just like how I’ve been wondering how you’d feel around me, so warm, so wet…”

You squeaked and your thighs nearly crushed Jamie’s head as you started to come unraveled. Trevor mouthed over your neck, sensually sucking your sweaty skin.

It was like you were submerged in a pool of white noise. The only thing cutting through the haze was the ringing in your ears. You were out of your body, fully succumbing to your desire to feel everything.

You wailed for a moment before Trevor swallowed it with a kiss. The insistent press of his lips grounded you enough to bring you back to yourself, where Jamie had pulled away and started kissing your inner thigh.

“Thought you said I was going to fuck her.” Jamie stood, seized his shirt by his collar and dragged it over his head. Your eyes went to his chest, bare and pale and muscled. There was a spattering of freckles over his shoulders and your lip went between your teeth as you evaluated him.

Trevor had said that of course, but he wasn’t going to admit it now, not after he’d declared he would fuck you.

“Wanna suck Jimmy’s dick?” Trevor asked you instead of answering his friend, touching your chin with a coaxing finger to regain your attention. “He’s so hard, baby, he was humping the bed while you came all over his face.” His words tapered off into a pout that nearly broke your heart because you were so far gone.

“Yes,” your need rushed out of you, cheeks flushing pink. You had to repay him for what he’d done to you and how he had made you feel and it was only fair that since he’d gone down on you, you must go down on him. “I want to suck your dick, please, Jamie.”

Your begging seemed to stun him for a moment. His fingers started to fumble with his belt.

“Go get him,” Trevor murmured. “Take his dick out, babe.”

You sat up languidly and lumbered to your knees. You helped Jamie get his pants and boxers down to his thighs, scrambling to grasp his cock as he pushed them far enough that he could kick them off. It was thick in your hand and the tip was pink, seeping precum. You extended your index finger and trace one of the dark curls at the base of his length, opening your mouth and diving in. You wrapped your lips around his cockhead and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

It was a good start. Trevor rustled around behind you and you were able to focus on Jamie, focus on bobbing your head as you took him deeper and deeper. Your fingers were curled around his shaft, loosely pumping what you hadn’t taken in your mouth. Jamie gathered your hair into a ponytail and thrust forward gently. You took him, swallowed until your nose brushed the same curls that you had pet moments ago. His salty taste coated your tastebuds and you groaned around him, lids fluttering shut.

You could hear the drawer of the nightstand open and close, then a crinkle of plastic.

Trevor kneeled up behind you and tossed his clothes in a high arc to the corner of the room, like shooting a basketball. You barely registered the low thump, but you definitely registered the poking pressure at your core. You leaned into it, rolling your hips back as he slid forward. He took his time with you, giving you another inch with every shallow thrust until he had bottomed out.

Being full from both ends – it was new, it was fresh, it was nothing you’d ever experienced before and you knew, knew deep in your heart that you’d never regret it for a second.

Trevor’s cock was slimmer than Jamie’s, but as it filled you and drew out over and over again, it hit all the right spots. It dragged along your walls perfectly.

Then he picked up the pace.

His fingertips were vices on your hips. He drove into you like you weren’t gagging on Jamie’s cock, sputtering around him and raggedly breathing through your nose.

“Shit, baby, you’re going to make me come if you keep making noises like that,” Jamie said with a grimace, bringing his hand down to form a ring around his base, trying to hold off. Trevor snickered, but it made you work harder – you cupped his balls and massaged them gently, gave them a little tug, just so you could hear Jamie swear brokenly again.

Trevor snapped his hips forward. Jamie’s cockhead nailed the back of your throat and tears sprung along your waterline, threatening to spill over and ruin your makeup. You moaned and gulped, nuzzling as close as you could.

Jamie’s grip in your hair tightened and he held you in place, your throat fluttering around him. You inhaled and remained steadfast in place, Trevor’s momentum doing enough of the work for you. He forced you to deepthroat Jamie’s cock, your lips running over the same expanse of his base.

“Fuck, gimme a break,” Jamie choked out, hauling you off of him and earning a chortle from Trevor, who never stopped fucking you.

You buried your face in the crease of Jamie’s thigh and stripped his cock with your curled grip, unable to stop yourself. It wasn’t fast enough to bring Jamie any closer than he already was, but it kept him right on the edge, which is right where you wanted him. You kissed his smooth skin, sucked one of his balls into your mouth and thoroughly mapped the shape of it with your tongue. Jamie’s abs flexed in your peripheral vision, jumping slightly as his breath grew more shallow, his hooded eyes glued to your face.

Mumbling nonsense to himself, Trevor draped himself over you slightly, his hands leaving your hips to bracket your sides. His palms were flat against the mattress and with the new leverage, he drilled into you until your face was smushed into the same soft surface. Your fingers went limp around Jamie’s length and you moaned, muffled, against the bed. Trevor’s breaths came out in harsh pants over your neck and Jamie slipped from your grasp, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He cupped your cheeks and gently lifted your head, gently kissed your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for Trevor, angel,” Jamie cooed. “The perfect hole for his cock. You gonna take me as well as you take him?”

You preened and nodded helplessly, squeezing your eyes shut and feeling a drop of overcome emotion leak from your lashline. Words couldn’t describe how good you felt, with Trevor’s throaty grunts coming more frequently and Jamie’s soothing lips peppering your exposed skin.

“Oh, fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Trevor warned you, stuttering over his words as his hips did the same. His pace flew into abnormality. “Gonna come in your perfect fucking cunt, baby, fuck.”

You felt his seed as it sprayed into the condom, flooding your insides with its warmth even through the thin rubber barrier. His mouth opened and a strained moan fell on your ears like a wet blanket, totally encompassing you and trapping you with its weight. That noise would play in your dreams for months to come – it would haunt you.

Minutes passed. Jamie brushed your hair with his fingers and gave Trevor – and you – enough time to catch his breath. He painted your lips with deep kisses, keeping your attention, leveling you out. You breathed into him, used his oxygen to revitalize your lungs, and eventually you were able to blink your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy at the edges and you were just spent enough to feel your heart pang with emotion at the sight of him.

“Hi,” Jamie exhaled. “You okay?”

You let out a small giggle and hid your smile in the covers bunched beneath your fists. It was such an absurd question. You were floating. Your world had been tinged by the ethereal.

“Never better,” was your genuine reply. “I’ve still got–” You had to take a short breath, mind rolling as you regained some sense of your limbs. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. “One more in me.”

Jamie’s teeth shone when he smiled.

Trevor’s fingertips drew spirals over your spine as you settled on Jamie’s lap, his head resting on the pillows that were somehow still in place near the headboard. Your knees rested on either side of his body and your elbows found their place above Jamie’s shoulders. Your fingers twined around the dark strands of his hair and your mouth bounced between his lips and neck.

He grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his length, still as hard as you’d left it, and it took one smooth motion to fill you up. You rolled your hips slowly as you adjusted, grinding closer until your wet lips kissed his pelvis, smearing their slick into his curls.

The air between your bodies was polluted with desire. Your movements were deliberate, a game of touch and go as you rocked back and forth and Jamie held your waist with his strong hands. Your hearts were in line, boobs pressed against his strong chest, and the heat of the moment tumbled into something more intimate.

Unable to feel left out, Trevor managed to get his fingers on your clit. He circled the sensitive bundle, matching your cadence.

You saw stars when you came.

Jamie spilled into you milliseconds after, spurred on by your teeth digging into the space where his throat became shoulder and the way you tightened around him.

“I have a question,” you said once it was all over, when you were sandwiched between two warm, lax bodies, two arms thrown over your waist. You turned your head towards Trevor. “Who called you?”

Trevor’s eyes shifted to Jamie on the other side of you. He stifled a laugh poorly.

Your head whipped around. “You?”

Jamie blushed to the roots of his hair. “Had to get him away somehow. I wanted to make a move.”

“By the time I realized he had pocket-dialed and played it off, he’d already got you dancing. He couldn’t let me have you,” Trevor whined in that fond voice of his, reaching out to slap Jamie’s bare hip. “Bitter I had you interested first.”

“That’s not true. I wasn’t bitter,” Jamie combatted, both flustered and cross with Trevor all at once. He returned Trevor’s slap with a punch of his own.

“Boys, boys, stop flirting,” you interrupted, placing a hand on each of their arms before it could escalate further. “You both got me. If you’re lucky, in the morning, you’ll get to have round two.”

That quieted them. Trevor snuggled in close and Jamie laid a kiss on your forehead before tucking his nose against your collarbone.

Trevor’s fingers pet your hips soothingly until they stilled, and that’s how you knew he had fallen asleep. Jamie took a deep breath and joined him with one last kiss to the curve of your breast.

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