#lilex

Verbier was a getaway for the privileged, for those who had no problem spending money. The modest sixty-grand that your boyfriend and his best friend dished out for a week in a private chalet ranked them among that very group of people Verbier was marketed towards. Not far away from the bustling winter town, the luxury chalet was perched high on the mountainside overlooking the snow dusted roofs. Its staggered four-storeys stretched up the mountainside in frames of thick timber logs and protected with thick wood shingles and wide eaves that upheld heavy blankets of crisp white snow.

Nightfall turned the valley into a sea of stars. The warm lights from the town shone from the cozy buildings and the lamps lining the narrow streets carved paths of illumination through the map of the town. The ski lifts were quiet by then, visitors retiring to an early night or a luxury spa treatment after a full day on the slopes, the brave few visiting Verbier’s pubs and nightlife. Up on the mountainside, your chalet was a sanctuary of calm, closed off from the town and already shut away for the night. 

In one of the first-floor bedrooms, you and George had long since gone to bed. Yet, despite the closed door and darkened lights, sleep was far from either of you. Entwined beneath the thick duvet and a luxurious faux fur throw in shades of brown and ivory, you were grateful for the warmth after a day spent in the snow. You felt entirely surrounded by the down-filled pillows, almost entirely sunken into them and the plush mattress, with George half on top of you and his lips locked with yours. 

You couldn’t quite tell where he ended and where you began, such a tangle of limbs under the heavy blankets, but that was how you liked it. The only sound in the quiet room was your shared kisses, sloppy and languid, and the faint rustle of sheets as your wandering hands pathed each other’s familiar bodies. George’s fingers were between your legs, two nestled inside you down to the second knuckle, curling and uncurling steadily in lazy strokes, just enough to keep you warm and incredibly stimulated. 

When you broke away from his lips with a slight tilt back of your head and a soft whine, his eyes fluttered open to stare down at you. Even in the darkened chalet bedroom, your eyes had adjusted enough to see his handsome features in your close proximity down to his kiss-swollen lips and the slight raise of his eyebrows as he watched the gentle pleasure spread across your expression. His fingers kept going, curling a little stronger inside you, while the blankets muffled the sounds of your wet cunt taking his generous invasion. 

You just stared at each other for a moment, breathing into each other’s mouths as he fingered you. His skin was warm and firm under your hands as you caressed his shoulders and his back, kneading his muscles under your icy fingertips that you felt as though would never return to normal temperature after your afternoon on the slopes. George dipped down to kiss along your jaw, encouraging your head to tilt back a little more to give him room to move down your neck. 

With a soft hum, your eyes fluttered closed, arching into him a little as his fingers and his lips had you writhing a little under both him and the sheets. George trailed slow open-mouthed kisses down your neck, knowing better than to leave marks unless you wanted to face a barrage of teasing from your friends the next morning around the breakfast table. Instead, he kissed and licked along all your most sensitive spots, right up under your ear, pulling another soft moan from your mouth that you smothered behind a bitten lip. 

It felt as though the world was only the two of you, shut away in the comfort of the luxury chalet bed and linens, wrapped up in each other and protected from the snowy mountains beyond the cabin walls. But, in a moment, your silence was interrupted by a soft, quivering noise, just shy of a cry, filtered through the thin drywall. 

George’s fingers stilled inside you and you both paused, ears alert. 

His lips broke away from your neck and you both glanced towards the wall that joined your bedroom with that of your friends. There was another muffled sound from the other side, followed by the faintest of hushes. You and George looked at each other and, at the same time, shared a small snort in amusement at what you overheard.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones warming up.” he whispered playfully.

You squeezed his bicep with a breathy chuckle, “Hush.”

George and Alex had been best friends for longer than they hadn’t. Outside the Formula 1 season, they were, without question, each other’s only choice of driver to spend extra time with. So naturally, there was no hesitation when deciding to spend a week in a remote town in the Swiss Alps together. The fact that they got along with each other’s partners—you and Lily, respectively—was just a bonus, making the trip a perfect double-date getaway.

The four of you were virtually inseparable throughout the trip; tackling the ski slopes together, partaking in winter activities in town, or watching movies in the chalet theatre room. Not to mention every meal was catered by a hired chef so all meals were also spent as a group at the sizable dining table with views of the town of Verbier and the snowy mountain range beyond. 

It was always so much fun to spend time with Alex and Lily, and especially so when you traveled with them. Despite their high ranked careers in Formula 1 and golf, respectfully, they were genuine, kind, down-to-earth people who were just as quirky and charming as anyone you might have met at university. Alex with his lanky awkwardness and infectious grin and bad jokes and Lily with her graceful likability and distinctive style and endearing cleverness and sass. Although they were George’s friends first, they quickly became yours too. 

No matter how close you were with them, how many taboo jokes were shared or innuendos were hinted at, you never had, of course, ever even thought of them having sex until that night when the sounds leaked through the shared wall into your bedroom. Staring into George’s eyes as you both stayed absolutely still—not necessarily wanting to overhear and yet being forced to overhear—a chill of realization ripped through you like you had been dunked in a snowbank. 

George, who had known them—known Alex—far longer than you had, and more than likely had accidentally overheard such things on more than one occasion, simply chuckled. With a playful disbelieving shake of his head and a slight shift at your side, he so easily brushed it off with a, “Anyway, where were we?”

Your arm slid farther around his shoulders as he leaned in to kiss you again. You captured his lips with yours, accepting his tongue in your mouth almost right away and yours pushed back against his needily. He still tasted minty fresh from when he brushed his teeth before bed but it was fading away into your lust, your tongue taking every last bit of it. George’s fingers started to move again, curling a little more insistently inside you, and he swallowed up your soft moans with his skillful tongue. 

After a moment, his fingers slowed and then eased out of you and he reached his hand up as he broke away from your kiss to slide his fingers in his mouth. You watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he licked your arousal off his two digits like it was no big deal and he pulled them from his swollen lips with a greedy pop. He licked his lips and then untangled himself from you before entirely climbing out of bed. 

You adjusted yourself against the pillows as he fetched a condom from his suitcase on the floor of the bedroom, your eyes drawn to his lean and muscular body and the way his snug underwear was tented by his obvious erection. In the background of your silence, your attention was pulled back to the adjacent room and the faint sounds that leaked through the drywall. You nibbled at your bottom lip, trying your damnedest not to blatantly listen. 

A condom packet was torn from the row with a satisfying rip.

George was back in bed with you in no time, positioning on top of you with his knees between your spread legs, and the blankets pooled behind him and over your shins. The heat of the cabin was working hard against the iciness of the winter air outside the timber walls, leaving a slight chill in the air, and you and George pulled up the blankets around you both again as he leaned over you. He rested on one forearm beside your head with your legs bent up and out slightly over his thighs as he angled the head of his cock against your messy pussy with his other hand. 

Your boyfriend pushed into you slowly, just getting the tip in, before meeting your gaze as he pulled his hand out of the sheets to lace with yours beside your head with a contented sigh. As you both settled into position, the creak of the bed and rustle of the sheets quieted, leaving the silence of your mirrored breaths in the room…and the muted sounds through the wall. The dull thunk, thunk, thunk from the adjacent bedroom had your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared up into George’s eyes. Then, your attention drifted past him to the wall. 

As if reading your mind or sensing your hesitation, George checked in with you in a whisper, “Is it distracting? We can stop.”

“No,” you replied casually, looking back up at him, “no, it’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” it was out of your mouth before you could really think ahead about the implications of what your confession might mean, “it’s kinda hot.” 

His momentarily furrowed expression melted away into an amused smirk and his chuckle fell against your cheek, “You’re crazy, darling.”

“What?” you giggled, the faint sound halting in your throat as he sunk deeper into you, barely allowing you to follow it up with a, “Is it not?”

“Hearing our friends have sex?” George clarified with a voice slightly hoarse as he enveloped himself inside you. Through the wall, the faintest of breaths and sounds could be heard behind the creaking of the bed as it thudded dully against the wall. In his momentary thought, as if driven by the natural instinct, his hips jumped against yours a little and he let out a shaky sigh against your cheek, relenting with a stiff and honest, “Yeah…kinda. Kinda sets the mood.”

You laughed breathily and he joined in, soft and quiet, and easily cut off by another shared kiss.

In the morning, when the four of you reconvened at the breakfast table, you and George played coy. It would arguably be weirder if you confessed to hearing them the night before, and to actually still having sex while actively listening, so you kept quiet for the sake of everyone’s dignity. The chalet’s private chef brought out platters of breakfast for the four of you around the large dining table fit for ten, lining them up down the runner and letting you take whatever servings you pleased. 

You and George sat on one side of the table, your backs to the mountainous landscape behind the large paned windows, a fresh blanket of snow falling steady from the grey sky. Alex and Lily sat across from you, chatting to your group about possible plans for the day as they served themselves some of the delicious breakfast spread. 

You were quieter than normal, perhaps due to the things you had overheard the night before, desperate to not make it awkward and yet somehow feeling incredibly awkward. George filled the airtime for the both of you, sharing in casual conversation with your friends like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t fucked you to the sounds of them getting off in the adjacent room. He was so calm about it, so casual, so easy to act like everything was normal. He accepted the plate of fruit from Alex with thanks. 

George served himself some fruit and then took it upon himself to serve you some of your favourites without asking, all while still keeping the conversation going. He then set his hand on your knee under the table in silent reassurance, luring you into the conversation with the comfort of his presence.

Since the day before was spent on the slopes, it seemed the group was in agreement to stay and enjoy the amenities of the chalet for at least part of the day. The walkout basement was a fully fitted spa with a jacuzzi, sizable heated pool, sauna, and steam room framed with a full wall of glass overlooking the mountainside. No expenses spared on the week-long getaway. Lounge chairs were lined up by the modest pool over heated tile floors, luxury towels meticulously rolled on each one. 

As the four of you settled into the spa after breakfast that morning, you could still feel that strangeness lingering over your head like a snow cloud. The fluffy flakes floated to the ground outside the chalet while the four of you stayed warm in the sauna, towels over laps and bathing suits still damp from the jacuzzi and the pool, a couple against either wall. 

Alex’s arm was around Lily's shoulders but the cramped space meant his knee was almost touching George’s on perpendicular benches. George was always more of a soft spoken person but Alex brought out the rambunctiousness in him, meaning the two of them ended up filling the sauna with their almost shouting voices as they argued about some memory they shared. 

You and Lily could only watch in amusement, looking between the two men like a tennis match. Soon, however, your focus on their words shifted to a focus on them. George wasn’t new to you, of course, and you were very familiar with him being shirtless around you; you basically had his entire body memorized by sight and touch. Everything from his broad shoulders and sculpted chest and abs that your fingers and lips always itched to trace, the thin line of hair stretching down from his navel disappearing beneath the towel draped over his lap.

And then there was Alex, similar in stature to your boyfriend, just as lean and fit. You had never paid much attention to Alex—why would you when you were dating his best friend?—but you caught yourself suddenly staring a little too long. He had filled out over the years, just as George had, both growing up and growing out and finding themselves. They complimented each other so well. Alex was certainly not a bad thing to look at and suddenly you just really couldn’t shake the strange mindset you had been in since the night before. It was as if overhearing such things had you looking at your friends in a new and unfamiliar light. When have you ever ogled Alex Albon in such ways?!

So you looked to Lily instead while the men rambled on. Tucked under her boyfriend’s arm, she sent you a friendly smile and a pointed glance as if to say ‘these two are always bickering, aren’t they’ before looking back towards them. You leaned closer to George and he instinctively set his hand on your knee without taking his attention away to the conversation with his best friend. 

Guilt ate at you to admit it but Lily was catching your gaze too, hair tucked behind her ears so casually, just sat there in her frilly white bikini with her skin a little darker from the rise of heat in the sauna. Your eyes kept drifting to the small bruise just under her collarbone, an unmistakable hickey that hadn’t been there the day before, barely hidden by the strap of her bikini top. The joys of being surrounded by professional athletes in such a location, pulling your gaze over lines of muscle and defined maps of exposed skin. 

You needed to seriously cleanse your mind before it got you into trouble and made this whole holiday awkward. 

The sun had long since set over Switzerland, plunging the mountain range into star-studded darkness at merely 5:00. In the protection of the chalet, the stone clad fireplace crackled with burning logs and glimmering embers in the corner of the living room, keeping both the living and dining spaces warm against the dark snowy backdrop beyond the large paned windows. There was a sense of perfect isolation there, hidden away on the mountain side all alone with nothing but darkness stretching far down into the valley where the town lay. 

Dinner that evening was charged with something unspoken but very present. The four of you sat at your usual spots around the large dining table with the hired chef bringing course after fancy course to the place settings. At one point you were sure you had seen more courses than you would if you were dining with the damn queen; but at least you were getting your money's worth. Conversation rolled easily between the small group of you despite the uncertainty that lingered in the back of your own mind but you played it off almost expertly. 

Once dinner was completed and the chef tidied up the kitchen and disappeared into the snowy landscape to return home, the chalet was back to being just the four of you. There was a moment of normalcy as you drifted from the dining room to the living room and settled on the large L-shape sectional sofa by the crackling fire. Alex brought over two bottles of wine and George followed with some glasses, setting them on the live wood coffee table. 

The cork popped from one of the wine bottles as Alex manned the corkscrew, the sharp sound almost echoing through the peaked wood ceilings of the open living space. He poured the four glasses half full and set the bottle down on the table with the unopened one. You each took a glass and eased into the comfort of the sofa with your partner. George’s arm went around your shoulders habitually, his body turned a little towards yours and to face your two friends on the opposite side of the sectional. 

You drank and talked away the evening, letting the impressive dinner settle. The bit of alcohol helped to calm your mind and release a bit of your inhibitions, allowing you finally feel properly at ease for the first time for most of the day. George was right up close at your side, his arm tightening around your shoulders as he finished his first glass of wine and welcomed a second, always growing a little more touchy the more he drank. His fingers played along your shoulder or through the ends of your hair, lingering touches that reminded you that he was there. 

The four of you finished off the first bottle of wine and soon the second one was popped too, the dark red filling each glass again almost right to the brim. Giggles were rising amongst you, chatter growing a little louder, actions a little bit more ungraceful. Alex almost spilled some of his wine on the cream coloured sofa when he sat back down, earning an uproar from the other three of you to be careful. 

Lily fondly curled into Alex’s side, her legs draped over his and her smiling face nuzzled close. He, too, had his arm around his girl, holding her close by the heat of the fire. She chastised him playfully, “We can’t take you anywhere without you almost destroying the place.”

With his hand that wasn’t holding his glass, Alex gave her cheek a little pat in retaliation before he was dipping in to kiss her lips. You were sure it was only meant to be a brief response to her teasing but no sooner did his lips meet hers did she lift a hand up to keep him there a moment longer. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of them from the other side of the couch; a gorgeous couple. Maybe it was the alcohol but you were slowly starting to feel your heart beat harder. 

George shifted at your side, raising his glass of wine for another sip as he, too, watched your friends share that moment. You snuggled a little closer to him under his arm as if seeking out his comfort and your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your temple. After just a moment, your friends broke apart. 

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Lily apologized with a flush across her cheeks, having gotten a little carried away. Alex hid his smirk behind a sip of wine.

George simply shrugged cooly, breathing out a blasé, “Don’t let us stop you.”

The four of you stared at each other for a moment as if it were a stand off. George’s words hung in the air between you. The fireplace cracked in the corner. 

Then, Alex leaned forward to set his glass down on the coffee table and took hers to do the same with before leaning back into the couch with a casual ease. His voice was light with his gaze locked on his girlfriend, “Well, you heard him.”

Lily rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a smirk with her tone holding no real protest, “You’re terrible.”

Alex just offered a cheeky smile. There was another pause as if they were having a silent conversation just the two of them, weighing their options, how they wanted it to go. There was a slight pink to Lily’s cheeks and you wondered if it was from more than just the alcohol. You and George watched them; your heart was racing.

Without a word, she leaned in again towards her boyfriend who was still draped out comfortably on the couch. Their kiss started soft, tentative, brief; a testing of the waters. But then it lingered, deepening as Alex’s hand rose up to cradle her jaw, guiding her into their every movement like a practiced dance of their own. Lily sighed into him and shifted at his side to get a little closer, melting against his chest, easing into their little show. 

From your spot on the couch, you felt a rush of warmth creeping up your neck, equal parts fascination and something you couldn’t quite name—that same curious feeling from earlier that day swirling inside you. You glanced at George, his expression unreadable save for the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he murmured, leaning in close enough for his nose to graze your cheek and his breath to tickle your ear, “they seem to be having fun.”

His familiar voice carried an amused edge, laced with the faintest slur of alcohol that eased his meticulously poised persona, and when you glanced up at him, his eyes weren’t watching Alex and Lily anymore—they were on you. Your glass felt suddenly heavy in your hand. 

Your pulse quickened under his gaze, a flicker of something unspoken passing between you. A million thoughts clouded your mind, trying to figure out what you wanted to say, if there was anything to say

George seemed to know exactly what you were trying to ask without words, his thumb brushing against your shoulder and his eyes speaking volumes. But there was something else in his gaze, something unreadable that made your stomach flip and made you wonder if perhaps your own unspoken uncertainty from earlier in the day was actually mutually agreed upon.

Your focus moved back to your friends on the perpendicular section of the couch, still finding them caught in their kiss. It wasn’t hurried or frantic—it was deliberate, slow, as if they were savouring the moment in lieu of the audience around them. When Alex’s hand dropped from her face to slide along Lily’s thigh, she finally broke away, her breath a little uneven. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips glistened as she blinked herself back into the room with a small hum and a lick to her lips.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she muttered, though there was no real conviction in her voice, her hand falling gently against his chest to push some space between them.

Alex chuckled, still leaned back with a lazy smirk, the picture of smug satisfaction and clearly enjoying her embarrassment. His other hand ghosted up her spine and then pressed into her waist to try and draw her closer, taunting, “You say that, but I don’t think you mean it.”

“Shut up,” she lightly swatted his chest.

George’s soft breath of laughter was low and warm like firelight beside you, the simple sound sending shivers down your spine as it carried weight with it that you had never felt before. Your friends’ laughter felt distant, drowned out by the thrum of your own heartbeat and the presence of your boyfriend’s body right up beside yours.

George’s lips brushed against your temple again, lingering just long enough for you to notice. You instinctively leaned into his side, encouraging him to press another kiss to your temple as his arm tightened around you. His fingers danced over your shoulder and down your arm and back up, rising shivers in his wake as you burrowed closer to his side with a bashful smile and looked back over at Alex and Lily. Alex was already watching the two of you; his gaze curious and assessing, a surprising seriousness laced in with his playful demeanor. He didn’t say a word. 

Lily must have noticed too because she nudged him with her elbow, playful but with a hint of suspicion, “What?” 

Alex only grinned, his charismatic smile taking up most of his face, and he raised his hands in mock innocence, “Nothing. Just...thinking.”

“Uh-huh.” Lily’s eyes narrowed, her teeth sinking into her smiling bottom lip as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“So,” Alex said, his voice cutting through the momentarily stillness that filled the room, leaning forward to pour himself another glass of wine, his movement unhurried, before sinking back into the couch cushions with his refilled glass cradled in two hands, “are we just going to sit here pretending nothing’s happening, or...?”

Lily’s cheeks flushed again. In a tone half-scolding, half-laughing, she hissed out a lighthearted, “Alex.”

But his question hung in the air between the group of you, bold and unapologetic. Truly, he spoke what you all had been thinking—especially what you had been thinking since the night before. You felt George’s hand tighten slightly around you, a subtle reaction that sent a shiver down your spine. Every action, every word felt so heavy.

“What?” Alex tilted his head innocently, though his shit-eating grin betrayed him, “I’m just saying. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

George’s low chuckle rumbled beside you, his voice smooth and measured and tinged with an undeniable tone of intrigue, “We are.”

Everyone seemed to look at you next, gauging your uncharacteristically silent presence and waiting to see how you would respond; this was uncharted territory for all four of you. Your attention was focused on your boyfriend, finding yourself grounded in his comforting presence and the security of his arm around your shoulders. His hand rubbed reassuringly over your shoulder. 

In a voice low enough to only be heard by you, George spoke right to you, “Tell me if you want to stop…if this is too much.”

Your words had abandoned you, only allowing you to manage a faint shake of your head that he barely caught. He caught it, though, and his lips pricked up ever so slightly at the corner. George’s hand slid from your shoulder down to your waist and he pulled you a little closer on the couch while his lips brushed against the edge of your jaw.

Across the couch, Alex and Lily had shifted closer together once more, leaving you to your decision making. Alex’s hand rested at the back of Lily’s neck with his fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her again, this time with no effort to hide how much he wanted her. Lily sighed quietly as her hand settled against Alex’s shoulder to steady herself as she leaned over him resting back on the couch, their kiss deepening. The sound was soft, intimate, and it stirred something in the pit of your stomach, your lips parting as if taken by a moment of awe as you watched them while your boyfriend nosed at your neck and your ear. 

George pulled away from you and ghosted a kiss to the line of your jaw, his long lashes fluttering against your face, a silent acknowledgment that he, too, was caught in the moment. You spoke his name in a breath, barely audible, your eyes feeling heavy with lust. 

His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his large hand caressing your face, turning you towards him so he could kiss you with deliberate slowness. Every time he kissed you it made your head spin, capturing your lips with his in the sweetest kisses that poured every ounce of his need into you. He tasted like wine and something distinctly him, and the way he tilted his head to so easily deepen the kiss had your stomach swirling with butterflies.

The clink of a wine glass being set on the coffee table had you breaking away from George and glancing over to find Alex and Lily watching you now, their expressions caught somewhere between curiosity and amusement. Their glasses had been set aside to give them their hands free, bodies pressed up close together on the couch, her legs still slotted between his. 

“Well,” Alex said, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied grin, giving his girlfriend’s thigh a pat, “Looks like we’re not the only ones feeling the wine tonight.”

George’s arm stayed firmly around your waist, holding you into his side, his thumb brushing soothing circles along your hip over the fabric of your shirt. “Guess not,” he said without looking away from you, his tone cool and confident.

You swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh or sink into the cushions and hide. The weight of their gazes, combined with the lingering warmth of George’s kiss still tingling on your lips, left you feeling exposed in a way that was strangely exhilarating. George both of your wine glasses on the coffee table before returning to your side. You snuggled up with him on the couch and his fingers traced your jaw and your chin and then gently tilted your face towards his so he could ghost his lips over yours tauntingly before kissing you languidly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into his kiss.

Alex and Lily were still tangled together on their section of the couch, their lips meeting in a fevered kiss now a bit more familiar with the close company. Lily’s hands had found the hem of Alex’s shirt, pushing it up slightly as Alex’s fingers traced down her back, urging her closer. Between your kisses with George, you glanced at them and your eyes were drawn to the flicker of Alex’s tanned skin, standing out beneath the navy of his t-shirt where Lily’s fingers itched to find more of her boyfriend. They were lost in each other, but their awareness of you and George was clear—they weren’t just part of their own moment; they were part of the experience, sharing in it with you, breathing life into this strange, electrifying energy with every kiss shared.

It was as though the world outside the chalet didn’t exist anymore, the boundaries between the four of you narrowing to the space within the cozy living room. The warmth of the fire and the wine added to the sensation, each touch, each kiss more intoxicating than the last. There were no more questions, no more hesitation. In the familiarity of the embrace of your lover, you each eased into the comfort that it brought and the trust stemming from the roots of your friendship.

With how subconsciously insistent you were to watch your friends make out, George took the opportunity to move his lips down your neck instead. His one hand cradled your chin and tilted your head a little to give himself room to drag his tongue over your skin and nip in all the right spots that made you shiver. Your fingers absentmindedly found their way to the front of his quarter-zip, grasping your fingers right over the embroidered Tommy Hilfiger logo on the left breast. Your attention, instead, was focused elsewhere. 

You noticed the way Alex and Lily's tongues met in a rhythm that spoke to their years of intimacy. Their lips moved with a practiced ease, a harmony you recognized in your own shared connection with George—though they had a few more years of experience on the two of you. It was almost completely enchanting to watch them and the way they moved, the way their bodies were tangled on the living room couch together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

George nipped at your neck, forcing a faint gasp out of you in surprise. He soothed it with his tongue and a soft breath before kissing back up under your ear and then sucking playfully at your earlobe. You had one arm tossed around his shoulders and your other still clutching the front of your boyfriend’s sweater, both of you keeping each other comfortably close. You tilted your head back a little more, resting it against the back of the couch with your eyes still on your friends, exposing your neck for George to gently drag his teeth down the column of it.  

Just then, Lily’s hands pushed up the hem of Alex’s shirt again and he took the initiative to lift it up and over his head to discard it to the floor. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the sight of his toned torso and gorgeous caramel skin, your fingers tightening on George’s sweater just a bit more. Lily’s hand looked so dainty on the vast expanse of Alex’s abs, tauntingly trailing up towards his chest and letting her fingertips swirl around his nipples as they shared sloppy kisses. Alex let out a small, pleasant groan into her mouth.

George’s hand on your waist tightened, drawing you closer to his body. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, before he whispered with a voice rough and teasing, “I see you staring.”

You smiled softly, your heart racing at the feel of his breath on your skin as you turned your face to meet his, “I can’t help it.” 

Your lips brushed for just a moment before you kissed him again, slower this time, savouring the warmth of him, the taste of him, the familiarity of him. It was like a secret you shared, something unspoken that lingered in the air between you both. You shared in his open-mouthed kiss as his hand dropped to your lap and gave your thigh a squeeze. Instinctively, you parted your legs to invite him to touch you more and his hand caressed your thigh warmly, dipping inwards towards the seam of your pants just a little before easing away. He didn’t tease long before his fingers were pressing against your clothed cunt firmly, forcing a little sound to slip from your mouth and into his. 

You slid your hand down his chest towards his lap and blindly gave the front of his pants a gentle squeeze in return. He moaned faintly into your kiss and his fingers between your legs started to rub just a little more insistently. It was already starting to make your breaths fall a little shallower, just enough to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You pushed yours back against his, deepening your kisses a little more as your hand palmed him through the fabric of his lounge pants. 

A voice tore you from your moment, low and sincere and tinged with a hint of curiosity, “You two look so good together.”

You and George broke apart to glance over at your friends where Lily was already staring back at you with her shirt missing and a coy little smirk on her pretty face. Alex was kissing her neck and his hand was buried down the front of her unbuttoned slacks, the lump beneath the fabric moving stiffly. 

You answered her in an easy breath, “So do you.”

When you glanced at your boyfriend again to gauge his reaction, he was staring at Alex’s hand down the front of Lily’s pants, his kiss-swollen lips taken between his teeth in an absentminded bite. You leaned up to kiss along his jaw and slid your hand inside his pants next, pulling a withering moan from your boyfriend’s chest as you palmed his stiffening cock in your warm hand. 

George’s face turned to yours and your lips captured each other’s in a sloppy kiss and you could already feel your insides stirring with anticipatory pleasure. Across the room, Alex pulled Lily into his lap, her laughter muffled by another kiss as her fingers tangled in his hair and his hands tugged her impossibly closer by her hips. Not wanting to fall too behind, you removed your hand from George’s pants and then started to push up the bottom of his sweater. 

He helped you take it off of him before doing the same with your shirt, dropping both articles of clothing beside you on the couch without another look, his eyes far too busy raking down your body before his lips attached to your neck. Your hands slid over his broad shoulders and your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the feeling of his familiar kisses and the heat they stirred inside you. George’s careful fingers gently brushed the strap of your bra off your shoulder as his kisses trailed across your skin, rising shivers in his wake. 

You glanced back over to your friends as they had shifted to take off their trousers, leaving them both in just their under garments. Lily shifted off the couch and onto the rug in front of Alex, kissing her way down his abs while she caressed his thighs. With George still kissing his way along your neck and shoulder, your fingers tangled in the back of his hair and your other hand dropped back to the front of his lounge pants and helped itself to his growing erection that had started to tent the fabric. 

You had barely got your hand around the shape of it and he was already nearly mewling against your neck, hips shifting as if to push up against your touch for more blessed friction. As you palmed him strongly over the front of his pants, your attention stayed focused on your friends nearby and how Lily started to pull Alex’s underwear down his thighs. It felt so wrong to be witnessing it but, at the same time, with the unspoken trust that filled the four of you, it allowed the moment to feel just as intensely arousing. 

Lily was positioned in just the right place that you couldn’t see all of Alex but it didn’t take a genius to know that he was entirely nude on the couch the moment she dropped his underwear to the floor behind her. He stared down at her like she was the only thing in the room, his hands brushing through her short hair as she kissed over his thighs and then took him in her mouth. You could see the way his eyes fluttered at the feeling, his gaze focused downwards to watch her ministrations, lips parted slightly as if in awe. 

George kept kissing your neck, along your jaw, up to the corner of your mouth, needy and wanting attention—you knew his tells. So you turned your face towards him as his lips captured yours effortlessly and your hand moved from the front of his lounge pants to push at the waistband. He didn’t break away from your kiss as he shifted in place to push his pants down for you, both of you working together to toss them aside to give you free reign of rubbing your hand over the front of his briefs just to taste more moans from his lips. 

From the other side of the couch, you could hear the lewd sound of mouth and spit, the unmissable sound of a sloppy blowjob over the heaviness of Alex’s breaths. George’s arm around you nudged you up as if he, too, wanted to be given the same treatment. Who were you to complain?

You stood up from the couch in your bra and pants and with hands trembling with anticipation, you reached for the button at the front of your slacks. George’s hands joined yours and he leaned in to kiss over your belly and hips as his eyes raised to yours behind long lashes as he kissed your skin so tenderly and guided your pants down your legs. You kicked them to the side and—ever the gentleman—he dropped a decorative couch cushion to the floor so you could lower to your knees in front of him. 

It was a familiar spot for you to be and you linked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear to give them a tug and he lifted his hips so you could pull them down. You shared an eager smile with your boyfriend, his cheeks dusted a light pink that smeared down his neck and across his collarbones, and as his hand cradled your face in his hand, his thumb dragged across your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth. 

You sucked on it just enough to draw some saliva into your mouth while your hand blindly wrapped around his dick. George pulled his thumb from your mouth and as you lowered towards his lap, his hand tangled in the back of your hair to guide you in as he slouched back on the couch. Your hand pulled his foreskin back just enough to reveal the soft pink head of his cock and you dropped your tongue out to drag it along the slit, just enough to pull a shudder from him. When you wrapped your lips around him entirely, his hips naturally twitched up towards your mouth with a tight groan from his chest.

It was easy to fall back into that rhythm you so often found yourself in, a pace of twisting hand and eager mouth, tending to him with just the right amount of suction that you knew he liked. Salivating around him, you drooled past your lips enough to slick up your hand, gliding along the thick shaft of his cock in firm strokes. The sounds your mouth made were lewd as you bobbed your head into his lap, forcing him deeper into the wet confines of your mouth and teasing towards your throat. 

From only a metre or two away, your friends were facing the same thing, joining you in your erotic symphony of wet noises and heavy pleasured breaths. Despite your focus being on your boyfriend, you were all too aware of the presence of your friends so close by. There was no rush, no competition, just sharing the space and an unexpected night of lust with your most trusted. 

You pulled away from George just long enough to glance over towards your friends, your hand still snugly around your boyfriend’s cock and tongue lazily lapping at the tip, taking a second to watch how Alex looked when his girlfriend was taking him down her throat. Splayed across the couch with his arms draped lazily over the back, he was a shadowed vision of desire; his silhouette framed by the distant mountain town, its scattered lights glittering like stars strewn across the valley. And Lily, skin warm beneath the lights of the cozy living room lamps, knelt between his legs like she was right at home, her hair tucked behind her ears and head moving in consistent motions towards his lap. 

The feeling of George’s hand wrapping around yours had your attention turning back to him and with his other hand on the back of your head, he guided the head of his cock to smear over your lips, silently encouraging you to open up again. You did, fluttering your eyes up at his as he pulled you down on his cock and stuffed your mouth full. He groaned low in his throat when you took him in, staring down at you and the way your lips wrapped around him, his hand still tangled in the back of your hair while his other draped over the back of the couch. 

He had a better view than you did to your friends and George glanced over at them as you went down on him, being able to watch exactly how Lily tended to her boyfriend with hand and mouth. You could feel the way he twitched in your mouth at the sight of it—yet another added stimulus for the male gaze—and almost subconsciously his hand at the back of your head started to pull you into your motions as if to match the pace of your counterparts. You let him lead you for a bit before you took it upon yourself to push yourself deeper until your nose brushed against the coarse hair of his pelvis, the snugness of your throat causing his hand to tighten in your hair and his eyes to be drawn back down to you instead. 

“Yeah…” George exhaled in a dreamy breath, licking his lips at the sight of you between his spread legs, his hand keeping you down on him to feel how you gagged around his cock in your throat, “Fuck…”

You pulled off him after a second, coughing wetly, spit dripping thickly from your lips and connecting your mouth to the swollen head of his dick in lewd strings. George’s fingers scratched through the back of your hair, his eyes trained in on you and the way you spit loudly onto him, letting your hand smear it in with firm pumps. His head dropped back against the couch with a strangled groan before he was licking his lips and heaving his head up again as if he wanted to force himself to watch. 

“Love,” he mumbled, moving his hand from the back of your neck to wipe your spitty lips with the pad of his thumb, “maybe I should go grab some towels to put down.”

His concern for the well-being of your rental villa even in such a state brought an amused smile to your face and you kissed his thumb before sitting back on your haunches. You knew there would be no convincing him otherwise. 

Behind the muffled sounds of your friends still continuing their rendezvous only a few paces away, you asked him quietly, “Alright. And condoms?”

George hesitated for a moment, “I mean, it’s not like I’m planning on having sex with anyone other than you. Maybe we don’t need them tonight, what d’you think? Keep it easy?”

“Yeah. And I could take a Plan B tomorrow just in case,” you offered slyly.

He leaned down to kiss you in agreement and you smiled against his lips before he stood up and hurried off to the stairs in his nakedness. You watched his cute bum disappear from view from your spot on your knees in front of the couch, an eager smile on your face and your heart still racing in your chest. 

Then, you glanced over to your friends just as Lily had stood up between her boyfriend’s legs and Alex was skillfully unclasping her bra and pulling it down her arms. In a smooth motion, he scooped her up and deposited her lengthways along the one side of the sectional couch, making her pretty face break into a giggling smile. Her dark hair fanned out around her head like a halo on the cushion, slender arms draped angelically above her and right away his lips were pressing to her collarbones. 

It felt like the breaking of the fourth wall when she turned her head to look at you and when your eyes met, her content smile didn’t falter. Instead, she reached a hand out towards you and curled her finger to lure you closer. As if you were her puppet, you obeyed her direction, lifting yourself up from the floor to join her on the couch for a better view. 

Alex was unfazed by your closeness, too focused on kissing his way down his girlfriend’s body like a map he knew like the back of his hand. You watched him intently, a familiar stirring in your belly—lust, arousal, passion—teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his tongue trailed along the lacy hem of her panties, his big brown eyes batting up at her as if she was his puppeteer too. 

George returned just as Lily’s underwear were discarded to the floor and Alex was parting her legs like the sea. He tossed a towel at Alex with a casual, “Put this on the sofa. We don’t want to be charged for making a mess.”

“Classic George; always thinking of logistics even in the middle of an orgy,” Alex snorted at his best friend but did as suggested, spreading out the luxurious white towel beneath Lily as she lifted her hips to accommodate. 

“I don’t particularly want to pay the fee to replace the furniture,” George argued lightheartedly with no real heat behind his words. Certainly not when his attention was more so focused on the way Alex’s mouth gravitated along Lily’s inner thigh, their brief banter over the cleanliness of the sofa now long forgotten.

Then, after a beat, his eyes found yours.

He hadn’t missed where you were seated since he returned—now on the couch beside Lily, legs tucked modestly under you, trying not to fidget under the flush of heat blooming across your cheeks. His gaze dipped briefly to your mouth, your swollen lips still trapped between your teeth, then back up to your eyes. 

“Comfortable?” he asked, though the glint in his eye said he already knew the answer.

You tore your gaze away from your friends to stare up at your boyfriend and his gorgeous nakedness and you offered him a content smile and a nod. 

“You’re looking a little left out,” he commented smoothly.

And then he was sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you. George’s fingers only had to graze your ankle and you were unraveling yourself for him with ease, adjusting yourself to slouch back comfortably on the plush sofa while he linked his fingers in your underwear and guided them down your legs. 

You were much closer to your friends now—you and Lily both leaning against the same side of the couch, propped up on throw cushions behind you, with just enough space between you to be able to reach out a hand and touch each other. But you didn’t dare; at least not yet. For now, you were two pairs sharing the space, the comfort and trust of your closest friends in the most intimate of ways. Even still, it was unfamiliar, and you found yourself shyly closing your legs once George dropped your panties to the floor. 

His soft lips ghosted over your knee while his loving hands pried your thighs apart behind a reassuring bat of his eyes. You focused on him, the sight of his handsome face lowering between your legs backed only by the sounds of Lily’s panted breaths and Alex’s hungry mouth only an arm’s length away. George held onto your thighs and tugged you closer to the edge of the couch so he could drop his tongue out and drag it right up your cunt, his eyes raising to yours as he punctuated it with a wet kiss to your clit.

You shuddered at the feeling, dropping a hand down to rake your fingers through his soft hair and push it away from his face so you could see his pretty eyes staring up at you. Trying to get him right where you needed him, you shifted on the couch, nudging your pussy up towards his face a little more and he moved with you expertly, adjusting himself to your needs without a word. When he got his mouth on your clit at just the right angle, your jaw fell slack with a soft moan, head lazing against the back of the couch.

George hummed against your pussy, lapping sweetly at your clit and toying with your entrance with two teasing fingers. You just breathed, your chest rising and falling with the increase of pleasure, and after a moment, you tore your gaze away from your boyfriend nestled between your legs to look over at your friends. 

Alex was already looking at you with his face framed by Lily’s gloriously firm thighs, even his nose glistening at the tip with some of her wetness. The sight of his eyes on you made you shiver and your hand tightened in George’s hair. One particularly generous suckle from your boyfriend’s lips had your body tensing with a gasp before relaxing again, riding the steady waves of pleasure from his mouth. 

You stole another glance back over at your friends again but, this time, your attention was drawn to Lily. The two of you were draped out over either side of the sectional couch, propped up against the plentiful cushions in the corner and slouched towards each other. She had her hands on her chest, fingers rubbing and pinching her hardened nipples while her boyfriend found home between her legs. She was watching him intently—every movement of his mouth, his tongue—while her foot caressed between his muscular shoulder blades tenderly. 

His name fell from her lips like a crisp swing of a golf club; easy and perfected and satisfying. Everything about Lily was just so. You admired her for that, for her ease of grace, how manicured she carried herself both in public and in private. In moments like these, as private from the world as one could get, she still made it all look so effortlessly graceful and easy. 

George’s greedy hands tore you from your reverie, invading up under the band of your bra to grab two large handfuls of your breasts while his mouth kept working your cunt. He moaned against you, nuzzling his face a little closer with his tongue working your clit while his fingers pinched your nipples. You let out a trembling breath, grinding up against his face a little with your one hand still firm in his hair. 

From your left, Lily let out a sweet giggle and you didn’t know it had anything to do with you before she spoke softly to you, “He eats it like he’s obsessed with you.”

You couldn’t help the bashful giggle of your own at her words, the both of you watching your boyfriend eat you out like you were dessert. George gave your clit a little suckle and your head tossed back against the couch cushions with a gasp, your free hand flying up to grasp onto the upholstery. 

“Oh fuck,” Lily giggled again, breathless and pleasured, sharing in the moment with you, right there, with both of your men pleasuring the both of you simultaneously. She let out a pretty whimper as she rutted up against Alex’s mouth and his eyelashes fluttered at her neediness, pulling away just long enough to suck on his fingers before he was easing two inside her. Her back arched off the couch with a broken moan and she, too, grasped at the cushions behind the both of you. 

It was almost instinctive the way your hands found each other, not even realizing it until the warmth of her index finger was wrapped around yours, pulling slightly. You turned your head to look at her and she met your gaze with a blushing smile, beautiful and serene. It felt like a dream, lying there beside her, succumbing to the fantasies that had plagued your mind since the start of your trip. 

She gave your hand a little tug with her finger linked in yours and the two of you seemed to fall into each other, closer and closer. You weren’t quite sure what came over you as you hesitated just a breath away from her, smelling the wine on her breath and the fading scent of her perfume, everything else falling away for just a moment. 

She kissed you first, taking the initiative to close the minute gap between you and press her lips onto yours. For a heartbeat, you froze, your mind short-circuiting in the shock of it. But then she pulled back—and without thinking, you chased her mouth for another, a deeper one. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was both.

“Jesus Christ.”

Alex’s voice cracked with disbelief, sharp and raw from farther down the couch as he all but forgot Lily’s body beneath his hands. He stared, eyes wide, slack-jawed, not even blinking.

And between your thighs, George’s tongue stilled. His breath caught warm against your skin, and then you felt it—his laugh, soft and dark and impressed, rumbling against the inside of your thigh. He pulled back just far enough to look up at you, his lips wet, his mouth curved into a sly smile at the unexpected sight.

“Fuck…” he murmered, voice thick with surprise. 

Having all the attention on you had your heart racing more than it already was and you forced yourself to focus on the gorgeous woman beside you. Lily’s finger tightened around yours and then her palm was against yours and you intertwined your hands between smiling kisses. It was thrilling and new and beautifully clumsy and as she pulled your hand towards her body to cup your hand over her breast, the two of you shared soft, breathy laughter. 

George didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh and you tangled your free hand back into his hair to try and pull him closer again. He muttered something against your skin that you didn’t quite catch, the remanence of your arousal clinging to his lips and smearing across your flushed skin. Then, without another word, he was giving into you again with an eager tongue. 

Lily licked up the sound of your moan, her soft hand cupping your jaw as if she were an expert at such things. A natural born leader, it seemed. She didn’t falter, even as your body shifted to nudge your hips up towards George’s mouth, hungry for more. When his tongue met your clit in firm strokes, you weren’t quite sure who gasped louder—you or Lily—but the sound of it felt like the spark that lit the fuse.

And God, you were burning.

“That’s it,” she said in a smile against your cheek as your head dropped back against the couch cushions, “Think you wanna let me have a turn?”

You licked your lips and then bit your bottom one, staring up at her like she had just spoken the most intricate sonnet to you. It was a weighty offer for something you had never done before. But, there was always a first time for everything, and no better time than with the friends who you trusted most to share such an experience with. So you offered a small nod before turning to look to your boyfriend for his input. 

He had been so preoccupied with your pussy that he hadn’t heard Lily's offer. When you both looked at him, he pulled away, “Sorry?”

“Are you up for a little sharing?” Lily asked. 

George looked at you to gauge your reaction but your bashful little grin said it all. He smirked up at you and caressed the soft skin of your thighs with his large hands before replying, “Don’t think we mind.”

Alex—who had found a comfortable position lounged on the opposite side of the sectional sofa to watch—let out a soft laugh, his gaze never straying from you as he spoke, “You sure?”

He said it like a man who had experience in such things, how he and Lily seemed to go about this all too easily. You and George seemed to carry more of the hesitation and trepidation that night, newbies to inviting other people into your intimate activities. Maybe there was more about your closest friends you had yet to discover. 

With everyone on the same page, the boundaries confirmed, Lily made her move. She shifted off the couch and onto the floor beside George, unbothered by everyone’s nakedness; to be fair, everyone was far past the point of being concerned about decency. Well, that was until her eyes trained in on your cunt and suddenly you could feel a fiery heat blaze across your cheeks. George’s thumb caressed your thigh, staying close, a comforting and grounding presence. 

“There we go…” Lily almost purred, a pretty smile on her lips as she guided your thighs farther apart. Her eyes were trained in on your cunt and how it glistened in the firelight from your plentiful wetness and George’s spit, skin swollen and blushing pink with arousal. She gently stroked her thumb over your clit, the simple touch making you startle, and before you could say anything, she was leaning in for a little taste.

She ghosted a kiss to your pussy before dragging her tongue slowly across it, her lips pricking up into a smile at how you gasped, her eyes finding yours from between your legs. You focused on her closely, chest heaving in anticipation, eyes wide, watching how she started to lap lazily at your clit. You hardly acknowledged the dip of the couch cushion beside you until Alex’s arm was pressed against yours, invading your space where his girlfriend once sat. 

Neither of you spoke. Instead, all three of you watched Lily as she familiarized herself with you and you gave yourself up to her. The living room was quiet apart from the crackling fireplace and the soft wet sounds of her mouth on you. 

George, who was still knelt beside her on the rug, moved in a little closer, his eyes flicking between her and you as if he didn’t quite know where to look. His hand reached out and gently tucked some of her hair behind her ear for her before he was using two fingers to spread your lips apart some more. 

“She likes it direct,” he told her softly. 

Lily pulled away just long enough to send him an appreciative smile before letting her hand take over from his, holding you open so she could lean back in and have direct access to your clit with her greedy tongue. Your whole body flinched and you couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped past your lips, your hands falling stupidly to your sides as if you were afraid to touch.

George was right there, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together to give you something to hold onto as he watched Lily lap at your clit and right down to where you were leaking all over the towel beneath you. His thumb caressed over yours absentmindedly, his teeth sunken into his bottom lip as if he were in a haze of pleasure. 

From beside you, Alex let out a small groan, “Fuck, Lil…”

She laughed softly against your cunt as if she were thoroughly enjoying herself and her hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you on her mouth. With your hand that wasn’t held by George’s, you reached down to push your fingers through her hair. She didn’t need any prompting but your action subconsciously drew her nearer, keeping her mouth working at your cunt in messy slurps and kisses. Your head draped back against the couch with a strained groan.

When Alex’s fingertips ghosted over the band of your bra, you shivered but didn’t pull away. Instead, your hand tightened in George’s and your boyfriend’s attention flicked between Lily’s mouth and the way Alex’s fingers were teasing across the flushed skin of your abdomen, almost as if he were not quite sure what visual was intriguing him more. What had you done in your past life to warrant such treatment as if you were a goddess reincarnate; three gorgeous individuals all tending to you like a harvest feast. 

Alex popped the clasp of your bra with practiced ease and you shifted to help him take it off you and you joined the rest of your group in the stark nude. In a haze of lust, you found yourself leaning into him, accepting his arm around your shoulders, tucked up at his side in something that hazed the line of friendship. His other hand helped itself to your bare chest, his greedy and unfamiliar fingers pinching at your nipples to lure another sweet sound from your pouted lips. 

“That’s it…” George breathed, almost in awe, his hand still holding yours in a firm and loving grip while his eyes slid back down your naked body to Lily’s face nestled between your thighs, “Fuck.”

“Mm, your girlfriend is perfect, George,” Alex praised with a cheeky smirk and he leaned in to mouth at your jawline.

George glanced up at him with a sparkle in his eye, “I know. Aren’t you a lucky bastard that I’m willing to share tonight then.”

“George…” you huffed out a meek laugh at his cheeky banter, head still lolled back against Alex’s arm around your shoulders. You felt dizzy. Was it the wine? Or the lust?

Lily’s mouth worked magic between your legs like she knew exactly what she was doing, leaning farther down to lap up the sweetness that dripped from your cunt like nectar before she dragged it up with a flat tongue to suckle at your clit. You arched with a broken gasp, hand tightening in her hair and around George’s fingers, crying out softly to the lofty ceiling above shamelessly. She only nestled herself deeper like she wanted to be utterly consumed by your body, tongue lapping at your clit in eager strokes between sopping wet kisses.

“Ugh my God—” you whined out, feeling that unmistakable warmth building within. You gripped her hair tighter and nudged your hips up against her face as if wanting to ride her mouth, to chase the impending pleasure, needy for anything. 

But then she pulled away, leaving you heaving for breath, lifting your head from where it had been dropped against Alex’s arm. When Lily turned her head to the left, George was so close to her that their noses almost touched. His hand momentarily tightened in yours. 

They stared at each other for just a beat, you and Alex watching them from the couch.

Then, Lily asked George in a voice that dripped like honey, “Want to taste your girlfriend on my mouth?”

The speed at which George’s free hand grasped the back of her neck was almost impressive and right away he pulled her in for a hard, lewd kiss. It wasn’t romantic by any means—simply chasing her taunting words by shoving his tongue in her mouth—but she met his insistence with grace, kissing him back just as fiercely. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as you watched them make out, head tilted to the side with how Alex was kissing your neck at the same time and your jaw falling slack with unexpected arousal at the scene before you. 

After only a few seconds, George broke away from her with a panted breath and a lick to his lips. He took his hand from the back of her neck to wipe his lips with the pad of his thumb, donning a look that was almost surprised over the fact that he truly could taste you on your tongue, and he mumbled, “Fuck…”

“Okay,” Alex shifted from beside you to join them on the floor, “don’t take all the fun for yourselves.”

With the three of them kneeling on the rug in front of you, you were filled with a strange sense of pride. Power, almost. Like you were in control, like you were the beauty being lusted over just as strongly as you had been admiring the three of them all week. 

“Why? You want a turn?” Lily asked her boyfriend with a sly smile. 

“Nothing we hadn’t dabbled in before, isn’t that right, Georgie?” Alex tutted with a voice laced in dramatics.

“Oh, hardly,” George scoffed despite his smile. 

Yet he didn’t even so much as flinch or pull away when his best friend leaned across your lap to capture his lips with his in a kiss. George was still holding your hand, almost using your touch as a way to ground him, a connection of solidarity, even as he kissed Alex back with expert precision. 

You had heard the stories of experimental late nights during the early Formula years, sleepovers at parents’ houses and shared hotel rooms, bonding George and Alex together far more than people suspected on the surface. Nothing crazy, nothing to the extremes that the fandom often took it, but enough. Simply, enough. Enough that they looked all too familiar and comfortable having their tongues in each other’s mouths. 

After a second longer, George pressed his hand against Alex’s chest and shoved him back with a breathy chuckle, “Piss off.”

“Mm,” Alex licked his lips, “you do taste like pussy.”

You groaned through a laugh and peeled your hand out of George’s to scrub your palms over your face while the three of them on the rug rearranged themselves. The feeling of the couch dipping beside you had you dropping your hands, just to see your boyfriend joining you with a kiss-swollen smile and rosy cheeks. 

“Hi,” he greeted sweetly.

“Hi,” you echoed. 

George swallowed your greeting with a sloppy kiss that you melted into with ease. You raised a hand to the back of his neck to keep him there, in his rightful spot, his lips on yours and his body melting into your side, skin against skin. The peaceful living room welcomed the sounds of your kisses behind the faint crackling of the fireplace as you found yourself back in the arms of your beloved.

It wasn’t long until George was tapping your hip, a well-known silent indication for you to get up and get yourself on top of him. As pleasurable as everything had been thus far that night, you had been aching for him properly—to get him inside you and feel that beautiful stretch—so you didn’t hesitate to obey his silent demand and you tossed a leg over his lap. He had this ridiculous smile on his face as his hands guided you into place, an infectious grin that you found yourself mirroring in anticipation. 

George got you situated with your back against his chest and his hand helped itself between you to hold his dick in place so you could sink down on him. With your feet flat on the floor in front of the couch, you could keep yourself steady, lowering down slowly in tentative shallow bounces that had your jaw falling slack. He groaned warmly from behind you, large hands kneading your hips, your ass, gently pulling you down on him more and gliding with such ease thanks to how wet you were. 

Right in front of you, Lily and Alex had taken to the living room rug. She was still on her hands and knees in front of you but, now Alex had taken his place on his knees behind her, adjusting his positioning closer to his girlfriend. The realization of what he was going to do had you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. All you could do was ready yourself for the show. 

Because then he was sinking inside her slowly but surely, his mouth falling slack as her body pulled him in and his hands looked astronomically large as they magnetized to her hips. Lily’s expression fluttered at the stretch, her own expression melting into pleasure as a smile spread across her glassy lips. She tucked her hair behind her ear to peer back at Alex, sharing a look with her boyfriend just as he started to thrust into her lazily. 

“Fuck…” she laughed breathily, letting herself ease into the familiar stretch of him pressing inside her deeper, and deeper. 

The sharp slap of George’s hand against your ass echoed through the chalet and he punctuated it with a low, “C’mon.” 

When you shifted on his lap to get your feet up on the edge of the couch, his cock pressed inside you in all the right spots, igniting every single one of your nerve endings in a fiery heat. You started to bounce yourself on his lap in steady strokes, pushing aside the burning of your thighs as you did so. George’s hands helped to guide you as he lounged back on the couch and you rode him just like that. 

The living room quickly filled with the lewd sound of skin on skin, panted breaths of pleasure, and the crackling tension of lingering stares. It all felt like some incredibly erotic dream that you would inevitably wake up from with a damp patch in your panties and lingering shame, but it wasn’t. It was very much real. You were very much riding your boyfriend on the couch while watching your two best friends fuck right in front of you. 

The reality of it all had you head dropping back against George’s shoulder with a pretty moan. His hands tightened on your hips and kept you grinding on him a little more, his lips finding your neck again to kiss and lick at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, nipping at your earlobe, touching you all over just how he knew you liked. 

For a moment, you were in your own world, but then you flinched in surprise as Lily’s fingers dragged up and down between your legs, and she asked simply, “Can I make you come?”

“Mm,” you heaved your head up from George’s shoulder with a dreamy smile, “You can try.”

“Don’t underestimate how competitive I am,” she preened as she spread you between her fingers and then lowered down to lap at your pussy again. All while Alex was still fucking her from behind. The sight was insane. 

You sank deeper into the couch cushions at the return of her mouth, while George nipped at your neck again. As thrilling as it was to share with your friends, nothing was better than having your boyfriend all over you—inside you—and it was only made mind-numbingly better at the pressure of Lily’s mouth tending to your clit at the same time. You dropped a hand down to help yourself to Lily’s soft hair, keeping it out of the way for her and giving yourself something to hold onto as you watched her face working between your legs. 

“Holy shit…” Alex groaned through his teeth at the sight, his thrusts not stopping even as he reached a hand down to grasp his girlfriend by the back of her neck to keep her face right there. 

George’s chest rumbled with a soft moan that grew into a pitchy whine when Lily moved just a little lower to lick at your cunt and, ultimately, right where he and you were joined. George’s hands splayed across your stomach as if desperate to hold onto something, trying to buck up into you despite your body weight that held him down into the couch. He gave you the littlest thrusts, just to keep you stimulated, to keep that friction between you, moaning into your neck as he held you on top of him. 

The touch of Lily’s tongue on your clit had your fingers tightening in her hair, drawing her closer, your hips instinctively nudging upwards as if to try and grind against her mouth. She moaned against you, accepting your cues and gladly moving where you wanted her. The way Alex fucked her had her moving in a lazy rhythm against you, back and forth, just the right pace that had you feeling that unmissable warmth coiling up inside you. 

You were too far past the point of embarrassment or decency. Instead, you let yourself be spread out on George’s lap, taking his cock while Lily sucked and licked at your clit until your legs were shaking. It was a feeling of overwhelm you had never felt before, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, like everything in you was vibrating at a frequency you couldn’t stop. Or, didn’t want to. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—” you rushed out, words slurred and hardly distinguishable. 

Alex had the audacity to fucking chuckle from behind Lily.

You couldn’t quite recall what was the tipping point, the heat and the bodies and the sensations and visuals all compiling in your mind to create one whole dizzying mess of lust, but soon you were tensing up like a coil, your pussy squeezing hard around George’s thick cock. He groaned against your neck, fingers pressing into your stomach, your hips, your hair in his face. And when your orgasm crashed over you, your head fell back against his shoulder and your body writhed against his, fingers clutching onto Lily’s hair as she worked you through it on her mouth. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” George groaned against your neck, peering down you shuddering body at his best friend’s girlfriend between your legs who pulled away with her pretty mouth smiling, slick and glistening. 

Lily reached into her mouth with two fingers to pull out a stray hair and she wiped it on George’s thigh before sitting back. She glanced up at you sweetly, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you panted through a bashful smile, still resting back against George’s chest, “Yeah, so good. Fuck.”

From behind her, Alex had slowed to a stop, giving her a second to readjust as she got to her feet just long enough to chase your lips for a sloppy kiss. George watched over your shoulder as you took her face in your hands and accepted her lips on yours, tasting yourself on her tongue as she licked into your mouth. It was over before it really got started and she pulled away again with a charming smile to return to Alex who had now placed himself on the couch right beside you and George. 

The two of you watched as Lily helped herself to Alex’s lap and sunk down on him with practiced ease, so close beside you that you could feel the heat of their skin against yours and every movement of her body as she started to bounce on his lap. 

With his eyes all over her, Alex groaned, “That’s it…” 

You were still sitting on George’s cock, your back to his chest, tangled in his arms, feeling the heat of his breath falling against your neck as you shared the front row view. Between your legs, his fingers were swirling over your sensitive clit in lazy, absentminded caresses. You hummed and shifted on his lap, pulling his attention away from your friends to, instead, help you lift off him. But then you were turning around and climbing on top of him right away again, matching the positioning of your friends right beside you.

George licked away his cocky smirk as you situated yourself on his lap and he helped you to sink down on him again. Right away, you were matching Lily’s pace, the two of you bouncing in sync on your boyfriends’ laps as they relaxed back on the plush sofa side by side, both of them looking like little boys in a candy shop as they stared up at you. George’s hands were on your waist, fingers pressing into your hips, almost helping to guide you into your every movement. Alex, on the other hand, had two full handfuls of Lily’s breasts, nipples pinched between his fingers, groping her like a man possessed. 

“My God…” Lily almost giggled, her voice soft and breathless, “You two look like you’re in heaven.”

“If this is heaven, then consider me dead,” Alex replied easily.

George chuckled lowly in agreement, his eyes flicking over to the pair of them too, as if he couldn’t make up his mind where to look. Alex seemed to be doing the same, sharing his attention between his girlfriend riding him and you all in the same. 

Your arm was brushing against Lily’s with every bounce, the heat of her slick skin sliding against yours. You weren’t sure what came over you as you reached out to grasp for her hand but she didn’t flinch. She returned the action, linking her fingers around yours and shooting you a sly smile. Something unspoken passed between you. 

Because then you were both leaning in for another sloppy kiss, sharing tongues and lips and feminine moans as you each rode your respective boyfriends. It was a little ungraceful and clumsy but perhaps that’s what made it all the more hot. 

“Christ…” George groaned from underneath you, his fingers moving up to tuck your hair behind your ear so he could have a better view of the way your lips locked with Lily’s. 

“Oh, no, we are legitimately dead, I think,” Alex added from beside him. 

When you and Lily broke apart, a thin string of spit still connected your smiling lips, breaking only when George’s hands tugged you forward into a firm grind onto his cock that had your head dropping back with a tight groan. His hands were all over you as you rolled your hips against his, feeling him pressing inside you in all the right places that genuinely had you salivating. 

You didn’t see it at first, but you heard it—the sudden hush of breath, the wet slide of lips. When your head lolled forward again, you were met with the sight of George and Alex engaged in a messy kiss of their own. They were both leaning in awkwardly, arguably held down by the weight of both you and Lily on their laps, necks stretched just enough, and their mouths and tongues colliding with the same hunger you had just shared with Lily.

The sight made your whole body clench around George, the image of the two men devouring each other while still buried inside you almost too much to process. Your instinctive action had George’s eyebrows furrowing into the kiss and he moaned into Alex’s mouth, his hips flexing up against you to chase for more, while his hand reached up to grasp onto the side of his best friend’s neck. Lily’s laugh fell soft into the air between you four as she leaned towards you fondly, like she was just as wrecked by the view. 

You had been on top of George for a good while by then, trying to keep your pace going, but it was proving difficult. The sheer intensity of it all had your thighs trembling, pleasure warring with exhaustion until you couldn’t keep the rhythm anymore. You didn’t want to break the moment but it just wasn’t sustainable. So, you broke into a weak laugh as you stilled on George’s lap, your hands bracing against his chest.

“Okay…” you panted with a small wince, “my legs are burning.”

The three of them chuckled warmly and George and Alex broke apart with dreamy smiles. George’s hands skimmed down your sides, steadying you as if he’d already anticipated this moment.

“We can fix that,” he stated simply. 

He started to sit up, dusting a kiss to the corner of your mouth before helping to guide you off his lap. The sudden emptiness had a small gasp slipping from your lips but before you could protest, he was moving out from under you and standing up from the couch. 

“Come on, we’ll have far more space on the floor,” George offered, pulling you up by your hand.

Alex and Lily rose as well. Alex moved to help George shift the coffee table out of the way and you grabbed your forgotten wine glass from the edge of the table at the same time. You paused just long enough to take a sip, taking a moment to soak in the setting. All four of you were beautifully naked, moving through the heated space like it was the most natural thing in the world, the chalet living room thick with the scent of skin, sweat, and sex around you. 

Lily’s fingertips brushed your arm as she passed you, a fleeting, knowing action that had sparks shooting through you. She helped herself to the rug first just as George grabbed the towels from the couch and draped them out over the rug. She helped to spread them out and Alex tossed a few blankets and cushions down with them. 

After one more sip of the rich wine, you set your glass back down and returned to the group, sinking to your knees on the plush rug protected by blankets and towels and filled with three of the people you trusted most in the world. Your four naked bodies spilled over the vast expanse of carpet, magnetizing to your partners first with lust-stemmed smiles and flushed cheeks. 

“There we are…” George hummed as he brushed your hair over your shoulder so he could kiss your neck, “Mm, you’re so gorgeous.”

Your mouth fell open at the feeling of his lips on your neck, every nerve ending in your body on high alert, extra sensitive, giving into his every touch. His hair was soft under your fingertips as you tangled your hand in the back of his hair, holding him close, cradling him. 

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he mumbled against your neck before pulling away just enough to help guide you onto your back on the island of blankets and towels. Your hand didn’t move from the back of his neck and so he was pulled down with you until he was properly on top of you and his lips slotted with yours like it was as easy as breathing. 

For a moment, you almost forgot you weren’t alone, as George blindly nudged your legs apart and sank back into you in one steady push, sighing into your mouth like it was a homecoming. But then, as he started to grind into you languidly, you were torn from your little bubble by the sound of a breathy, “Fuck, Alex”.

Both you and George looked across the spacious rug to where your friends had also made themselves comfortable. Lily was also laid out on her back but her hips were rotated ninety-degrees and one leg was stretched up to Alex’s shoulder, giving him room to push deep into her with every sure thrust. He had one hand around her shin to hold it against his chest while his other held a firm grip over one of her breasts, driving into her with force that came from years of perfecting just what she liked. 

“Fucking…Christ…” George groaned as he pulled his eyes back to you beneath him. Your hands framed his face like he was artwork, staring up into his blue eyes that were dilated almost black with lust, the shadows from the crackling fire across the room hazing the pink flush that was smattered across his cheeks and down his chest. He let out a pretty grunt as he shoved into you again, continuing that sure pace with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

It made your stomach stir, seeing him like that, feeling him all over you—inside you—in such a context that you had never before anticipated. You pulled his lips down to yours and he kissed you fiercely, tongue sliding into your mouth with greedy caresses as he fucked you into the mess of blankets and towels below. With a hungry moan, your arms went around his shoulders, fingers pressing indentations into his back as if to draw him impossibly closer while your legs wrapped around his waist. 

George had to pull away to breathe after just a second, panting into your neck through handsome groans. Your fingers tangled in his hair and scraped across his back, breath coming out shallow and wispy to the ceiling, “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Your boyfriend pressed a hot kiss against your jawline. 

You turned your head to the side again to get another beautiful view of your friends beside you. Lily was propped up on her forearms and staring up at Alex above her with an indelible expression on her face that made you shiver. 

“Yeah, just like that,” she panted, “Please, please, please—”

Your eyes trailed her figure as she reached a hand down her body to start to rub at her clit, breasts bouncing with every purposeful thrust from her boyfriend kneeling over her. You weren’t quite sure where you wanted to look with so much happening. Not to mention, George was giving you every fucking inch of himself in mouth-watering succession and it was making it hard to think straight. 

Yet, the one thing at the forefront of your mind was repaying the favour to the generosity Lily showed you earlier on the couch. You weren’t quite sure where the sudden desire came from—this was completely uncharted territory for you, after all—but before you knew it, you were pressing a hand to George’s chest to get him to let up. 

When he sat back on his knees and pulled out of you, he gave your thigh a little caress and asked breathily, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you muttered and shifted out from under him, letting your actions speak for you as you moved closer to your friends. 

George lingered only a beat before following, his gaze hungry, curious, as if he already knew exactly where this was going. 

You found your place beside the couple, taking in the scene before you as if in awe. Alex’s movements didn’t falter, even as you reached out to graze your fingertips over Lily’s collarbones and between her breasts and, finally, down to her pussy. Her hand fell away trustingly, letting you take over with your warm fingers, rubbing sure circles over her clit that pulled a beautiful gasp from her chest, her head falling back. There was something about it that shot a shiver of pride through you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed reverently. 

She was too into it to reply, simply gasping and moaning to the peaked ceiling of the chalet living room, illuminated prettily by the crackling fire and dimmed table lamps. You didn’t even flinch as George’s hand came to rest on the small of your back, his body close to yours, lips pressing languid kisses against your shoulder as his eyes watched you touch his best friend’s girlfriend enough to have her moaning. 

“So bloody sexy…” George exhaled against your shoulder. His fingers slipped down the curve of your ass and found their way between your cheeks, rubbing at your pussy from behind at the same time, letting you soak his fingers all too easily. 

The sight across the living room couch had Alex’s rhythm faltering for a moment as he took it all in, watching you and George close in around his girlfriend whom he was still inside of. His hand flexed against her thigh as if he wasn’t sure whether to keep going or to stop and give into the changing landscape. 

Lily solved it for him. She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she panted, and reached for his wrist to help her plea, “Wait—Alex, let them—” 

The request made Alex groan low in his throat, but he obeyed, easing his thrusts until he stilled inside her and then carefully pulled out, eyes focused on the way she trembled beneath him. 

“God, you’re spoiled,” he teased, but he settled back on his heels with ease, no real heat behind his words.

You and George took his place between Lily’s legs and, without thinking twice, you lowered yourself down between her pretty thighs. The only experience you had with such acts was being on the receiving end so you felt wildly unprepared but the carnal desire burning inside you had you uncaring anymore. You just wanted to taste her. Make her feel good. 

The first graze of your tongue over her messy pussy had her letting out a tight, breathless laugh to the ceiling, “Oh my God, okay.”

She tasted sweet and salacious against your tongue and you couldn’t help the low moan from your throat as you moved back in for more. George watched you intently, every graze of your tongue or press of your lips. 

“Yeah, good girl,” he encouraged lowly, draped out on his side beside you, both of your naked bodies framed by Lily’s soft legs. George had his hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth. From your other side, separated only by Lily’s leg, Alex was doing the same. 

It was strange, being watched. A bit performative, perhaps. Yet, you let your instinct drive you and it was pleasantly surprising how much success that provided you. So much so that Lily’s hand threaded itself through your hair just to keep you right there, mouth on her clit, licking and sucking and kissing and making a right mess of the both of you. 

After a moment, George took his hand off his dick to reach up and press two of his fingers against her leaking cunt, right where Alex had stretched her open. Her body accepted him with ease, her back arching at the slight invasion, her gorgeous face screwed up in ecstacy. You couldn’t help but moan hungrilly against her, feeling George’s hand ghost against your chin as he thrusted two fingers into her and you shared the honour. 

“Shit…” Alex hissed through his teeth, his voice sounding far away with how your pulse thudded in your ears, “What a sight…”

George’s cheek pressed right against yours as he leaned down to allow his tongue to join yours on Lily’s clit, the two of you clumsily going at it together, making her cry out. She writhed against the blankets and towels that scattered the floor, one hand in each of your hair, fisting hard, chasing more of the overwhelming sensations as her hips nudged up against your faces. The feeling of George’s tongue against yours was familiar but, in this way, entirely new. If your eyes weren’t closed in lust, they certainly would have been fucking rolling. 

The shuffle across the rug barely captured your attention—far too focused on Lily and her beautiful sounds beneath you—until the presence of Alex’s body loomed behind you. George flinched slightly beside you, groaning against your tongue and Lily’s clit, as Alex leaned in to kiss his neck. Your boyfriend tried to keep going but something had him stuttering and pulling his mouth away as his forehead rested against your shoulder for a moment.

“Fuck…Alex,” George rasped, voice thick and urgent, his fingers pulling out of Lily to instinctively grasp your arm to ground himself, smearing her wetness across your skin. 

You and Lily both turned your attention to them, just to see Alex’s fist wrapped snugly around George’s hard cock, his cheeks flushed with both exertion and cheeky mischief and his lips ghosting over George’s abs as he made his slow, teasing decent. Your boyfriend adjusted his position slightly, still draped on his side across the rug, but opening himself up more for the opportunity, wide blue eyes watching as his best friend stroked him off and then dropped his tongue out to swirl around the head of his cock. 

George audibly withered, long lashes fluttering, eyebrows quirked up in the middle, and his hand tightened around your arm. Alex swallowed him up almost too quickly, taking him into his mouth like it was nothing to bat an eye at. George’s head stuttered out a dumb little half-nod before his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. 

“Full of surprises,” Lily commented with a sly smile and when you turned your head to look back up her body to her flushed face, she, too, was watching the men have their moment. The two of you shared a knowing smirk and then you were dropping your face back down between her legs for another tepid lick. She hummed and threaded her fingers through your hair. 

“Shit…” George choked out breathily, almost a prayer, as Alex started to work his mouth around his sensitive cock, “Fuckin’ hell…”

You moaned up against Lily’s cunt at the breathless sounds of eroticism coming from your boyfriend right beside you. He wasn’t being overly helpful anymore but you gave him grace due to the fact he was dealing with the sudden reality that was his best friend’s mouth on his cock. So you took over for the both of you, tending to Lily in the ways that had her writhing beneath your tongue, her dainty hand tangling in your hair, pulling just so. 

Meanwhile, George was still squished in beside you between Lily’s spread legs but his attention was elsewhere, heavy-lidded eyes downcast to Alex. Not unlike you, Alex didn’t appear too knowledgeable about his current situation but he held the wine-stemmed confidence that made it believable that he had done all this before. That he had sucked a cock before. You knew George’s tells like the back of your hand anyway, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was properly enjoying it. 

Lily’s thighs started to tremble, the tight little gasps slipping from her throat sounding more and more strained with each flick of your tongue. Something burned within you, an innate desire to make her come. Her hand clutched at your hair, tugging hard enough that you knew she was getting close, and so you pressed deeper, flattening your tongue and lapping her up until her back was arching off the rug with a hitched gasp.

For a moment, you didn’t even want to stop, continuing the ministrations of your tongue over her pussy even as she creamed against your mouth and smeared your lips in glistening pleasure. You felt almost drunk on it, fueled on searing pride, desperate to drink up every drop of the sweet taste of her.

“Ahh, fuck…” she giggled weakly, her hand in your hair moving from a snug first to a flat palm, pressing against the crown of your head to get you to let up. You let yourself pull back with a messy slurp and a shaky exhale, hooded eyes blinking up at her gorgeous pleasured expression, uncaring of the way your jaw ached just enough to be noticeable. Not that you’d dream of complaining. 

The two of you shared giddy smiles, but then, Lily’s gaze darted past you, and you couldn’t help but follow it—straight to Alex. His lips were red and shiny, jaw working as he took George down to the base.

Lily let out a shaky laugh, biting her lip as her hand twirled absentmindedly through your hair as you peered back at the men. Her voice was like velvet, her eyes locked on Alex’s swollen mouth, “He’s too pretty like that, isn’t he?”

You licked your lips, humming in agreement, drawn in by the sight of your boyfriend’s dick disappearing into his best friend’s mouth in steady strokes. Lily shifted away, drawing her legs back towards her, and then leaned in towards your ear, her breath warm as she dusted a kiss to your shoulder.

“Come on,” she said softly, eyes sparkling with the dangerous combination of lust and mischief, “Let’s make him feel just as good.”

The sea of towels and blankets guided you over towards them, closer and closer. George was barely aware of what was going on—you could see it all over his face, completely undone, and honestly, probably about to come if Alex didn’t let up soon—and he barely even looked up when you moved away from him. When Alex pulled off his dick at the presence of the two of you approaching him on hands and knees, George let out a whimpering gasp at the separation. 

Lily moved in first, pressing her lips to her boyfriend’s without hesitation, licking her way into his mouth like it was a practiced dance, and he met her halfway. You reached out a hand to stroke over her messy hair and then trace the lines of Alex’s bicep as his arm lifted to cradle his girlfriend’s cheek in his palm. The sounds of their lewd kisses filled the quiet living room, harmonized perfectly amongst your shared breaths and the faint crackle of the fireplace. You caught George’s eye from over their heads and he sent you a soft, dreamy smile.

Then Alex was laying back on the rug, cushioned by the blankets and towels, his head resting on a stray cushion that had fallen off the couch. He was all limbs when he spread out like that, toned and lanky and filled out nicely over the years, his cock aching hard and almost leaking against his v-line. His dark hair was falling over his forehead, almost in his eyes, but he still held this cheeky grin on his face that might have been a little off-putting if you didn’t know Alex all too well. 

Lily situated herself between his thighs and leaning down to take his cock in her mouth in one smooth motion, practiced efficiency, her hips lifted in the air just enough to put on a show. Alex let out a handsome groan, his hands tucking behind his head to keep himself watching, staring down his body at the way her mouth moved on him in a few purposeful suckles. No sooner did she start, however, did she pull off again with a dramatic pop. 

She only had to glance at you and you were moving in closer, leaning down over Alex’s lap as she held his cock in her dainty fist to keep it steady for you and your tongue lapped at the head before your lips wrapped around it. Alex’s abs clenched and he smothered his groan behind a bitten lip. Your heart was racing, blood pounding in your ears at the concept of sucking another man’s cock that wasn’t your boyfriend’s. 

Alex let out a shaky exhale, words spoke through his pleasured smile, “Fuck, George, your girl is a tease.”

George just laughed, low and warm like the firelight you were all bathed in, “Yeah, I know.”

You moved your hand to wrap around Lily’s, sharing the responsibility of stroking Alex’s cock together as you suckled teasingly on the head, your tongue nudging against the sensitive underside. Alex groaned, Lily hummed. 

She moved in closer, cheek to cheek with you, so you could work in tandem. Her lips grazed down the side of his dick in wet, sloppy kisses while you kept your tongue teasing the tip, and Alex made some strangled sound that came out halfway between a laugh and a moan.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, hips twitching despite his effort to stay still.

Fueled by a sudden bravery, you drew back just enough to breathe, your lips shiny as you glanced up at him with a teasing, “Too much for you, Alex?” 

Lily laughed around him, a sultry hum vibrating along his cock before she pulled off just enough to add, “Oh, he can handle it.” 

Her hand curled around the base, stroking him slow and deliberate while she angled him back toward your waiting mouth. An offering. 

You leaned back down to take him in your smiling mouth again and she followed suit. It was filthy as you worked together to suck him off, taking turns taking him in your mouth or stroking down the side of his cock. It was lewd and filthy, your tongues gliding together ungracefully, shamelessly, making a mess while George watched on with his dick in his hand and wonder in his eyes.

You were so caught up in the taste of Alex, the wet glide of Lily’s tongue against yours, that you hardly noticed when George moved from his spot. It wasn’t until his warm hands caressed your hips that you realized. You pulled away from Alex for just a moment, letting Lily take over, so you could lean back into your boyfriend’s touch like a content cat wanting a scratch, head tilting to the side as he leaned in to press a few slow kisses to your neck. 

His breath fanned over your ear as he murmured, “Couldn’t just sit and watch anymore.” 

You still had one hand around Alex’s cock, holding it steady for Lily’s practiced mouth, but your attention was more so focused on your boyfriend and his ghostly touches to your body that sent shivers down your spine. George shuffled up a little closer behind you, knees on either side of your legs, and you could feel the tip of his dick nudging insistently between your cheeks.

“I might go absolutely mad if I don’t come soon,” he warned with a tilt of amusement in his tone.

He sunk inside you all too easily, sheathing himself right down to the hilt in one smooth push. You withered dreamily, taking every inch he could give you, before you were leaning back down to join Lily once more. George groaned lowly from behind you, large hands kneading your hips as you bent over in front of him with all too much ease, and he started to thrust into you.

Having the pressure of him deep inside you again was glorious, satisfying, and as you took him gladly, you moaned around Alex’s cock. Lily pumped her hand a little faster around him as her mouth worked over his balls, both of you drawing him closer by the second. Alex had an arm thrown over his eyes and yet you could still make out the expression on his face of pure ecstasy beneath it, down to the way his bottom lip was pulled tight between his teeth. Groaning, panting, gasping. 

“O-kay…” George grunted softly from behind you, hands holding tighter to your hips as his thrusts grew a little sloppier, “Mmph…fuck, I’m so close.”

He instinctively started to pick up the pace, driving into you a little faster, a little harder, and it forced you to pull off Alex’s cock with a gasp, your hand dropping down against Alex’s thigh for something to hold onto. Then you glanced back over your shoulder to your boyfriend, his handsome face screwed up in pleasure, blotchy red flush smattered down his neck and chest with arousal. He looked completely spent, completely on the edge.

More than anything, he was your priority, and so despite Alex laying bare beneath you, you left him to be tended to by his girlfriend while you fucked yourself back onto George’s dick in steady time. His skin clapped louder against yours that way, the steady rhythm filling the living room behind the two men’s pleasured moans and your shared gasping breaths. 

Alex propped himself up onto his forearms, bare chest glistening and heaving, staring down at Lily swallowing him whole over and over. His eyebrows scrunched together in the middle, his mouth agape with pleasure as he watched her. Then, he croaked, “Yeah…fuck…just like that. God.”

George’s hands were gripping onto any part of you he could reach like he couldn’t decide. Finally, he settled on your shoulders, slender fingers just barely framing your throat from behind, using the leverage to tug you back onto his every thrust just a little harder. You glanced back at him just as his eyes screwed shut and his head tilted back, mouth falling open in a perfectly silent gape. 

You could feel him twitch inside you before he let it out with a shaky moan that had you throbbing around him, and then he was spilling into you deeply. His hands tightened on your shoulders, holding you in place as he ground his hips against your ass to milk the moment for all its worth. Your eyelashes fluttered at the feeling of him coming inside you in thick, warm spurts, and when his hand dropped down beneath you to press against your sensitive clit, you were following close behind. Your body shuddered through another orgasm, clenching around him as he caressed you through it behind sated groans of his own.

Beneath you, Alex wasn’t that far behind. Lily had exchanged her mouth for her hand by then, working him off in feverish pumps with her tongue out and waiting so patiently. His hand dropped down to grab the back of her hair in his fist, grounding himself, holding her there, letting himself fall into the friction of her hand until he was coming across her cheek. Alex curled in on himself just a little, body tensing through it, a lingering moan spilling prettily from his lips as Lily took him back in her mouth to take the rest against her tongue. 

For a moment, all the four of you could do was breathe as the natural conclusion of your eventual night settled around you. Exhausting, but nothing short of incredibly satisfying. George pulled out of you carefully and kissed up your spine as he reached for one of the towels to wipe you up, while Alex wiped the streak of come off Lily’s cheek before slipping it in his own mouth. She got up with a breathless chuckle and stepped over you to help herself to the bathroom and Alex reached for his discarded glass of wine on the distant coffee table. 

George nosed at your ear as your body moulded against his in the middle of the rug, naked and tacky with sweat and euphoria, his voice gentle, something just for you, “Alright?”

You hummed, fingers trailing over his forearm around your waist, and you turned your head to kiss his jawline, “Really good.”

“This was fuckin’ insane,” he chuckled, almost disbelievingly, against your cheek before pressing a kiss to the same spot, “I love you so much.”

By the time Lily reappeared from the bathroom and rejoined your group on the rug, Alex still had his nearly empty glass in hand and he housed a grin that screamed trouble, “So, same time tomorrow, yeah?”

Lily smacked his shoulder with a laugh as she settled into his arms and you and George chuckled along too. The sea of soiled towels and blankets that covered the living room rug housed a mess of bodies and limbs throughout your come-down. George’s heartbeat thudded strongly under your ear as you rested against his chest, heavy and boneless, his arm around you and his fingers drawing absentminded shapes over your arm and along the small of your back. Directly beside you were your friends, in a similar position, snuggled up together, naked and blissful, taking a moment to gather your wits. 

Somehow, tipsy on wine and drunk on lust, the four of you stayed the night on the living room floor together. By the time the first rays of dawn crept through the windows, the chalet had grown quiet again, the fire nothing more than embers glowing faintly in the hearth. The air was warm and still, filled with unspoken understanding amongst friends.

When you woke that morning to the silence, laying in the aftermath, your head was still resting on George’s chest while he slept soundly beneath you, soft, steady breaths falling against your temple. In that moment, you caught Lily’s eye from where she was curled up against sleeping Alex. She was awake too, although barely, brown eyes blinking sleepily at you from across the limited space. Her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

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Pink pony club (obvious reasons) but I low-key believe that his favorite song off Midwest princess is actually red wine supernova (but realistically picture you would be better off that album due to his relationship)

I love a slow show (the national) characterization of Alex (and if you want to take that and add a spicy angst twist to it dumb by roe kapara) but also by the national slipping husband is kinda fun for his holiday off from the grid too

Have it out by mother mother would be a banger for freshly dropped from the grid

For the final rbr season, my really basic answer is nothing’s new by rio romeo. I’d love to make an edit of that some day

Williams/current era Alex really gives forgotten souls by mother mother in the way that hes often present but unrecognized. Along with this, im going to unfairly and maybe sacrilegiously sneak in make the news by roe kapara for that year off the grid but the same sort of vibe

If I said sex with a ghost by teddy hyde just retrospectively looking back at high points in his career would you call me crazy

I can’t really emphasize enough body by mother mother for all of the weight stuff that comes with being a taller driver. If you don’t believe me read this incredible mini fic. “Carlos is a much smaller man” HAUNTS me on the daily

This is a wild shout based on nothing at all but I think Alex would LOVE fruitcakes by Jimmy Buffett. It’s not like about him or anything I think he would just really enjoy it

If I am allowed to be insane i see fire by ed sheeran is Alex if he resigns with Williams again lol this is a threat more than anything

If you want rpf pairings Galex is great for silver spoon by Erin lecount but I think others have said that already, but I also can see an envy the moon by morgan powers for them especially in the zoom era. For Lily, their whole Instagram presence and whole relationship is serving how your love makes me feel by diamond rio. It makes me bitter tbh how much they seem to love each other. I actually could love an Andrew in drag (magnetic fields) situation for Charles (charles in drag) or really any of his teammates because I could see that sort of thing being very him. I could def see bent (matchbox twenty) for like a sargebon situation. It’s only sex by carseat headrest is screaming malex at me and no matter how many times I dismiss that thought it returns so like sorry for that one

This task was honestly so interesting to me because most of my favorite songs and even ship playlists for other ships didnt really work here (like I kept desperately trying to shill you won’t be mine by matchbox twenty but I couldn’t really place it)

Optional exit poll for my own curiosity

The airport is incredibly crowded.

Logan is glad they're meeting up in a less populated part of California, but he has to remind himself that it's still in California, during the holidays.

He's been recognized more times than he can count, which isn't really a bother, but Logan has just come off of an 11 hour flight and is currently in his airport clothes, feeling particularly crusty like he's been brushed with butter and left in the oven to bake.

London to California was a bad idea; an awful, awkward timezone change that he's especially unaccustomed to now that he isn't travelling to a new country every other week.

It's worth the misery, though, he reminds himself; Alex and Lily are waiting for him, and he'll get to hug them, and see them in person, and then take a nice, long nap in the car.

Speaking of; he spots Lily not too far from the exit, and he can't help the smile that breaks out across his face, toothy and uncoordinated as he approaches her.

"Hi," is the first thing she says, joy evident in her voice, before standing on her toes to give Logan a hug.

It's a bit awkward considering one of his hands is being taken up by his bag and suitcase, but he tries to wrap his other arm around her the best he can; his hand feels huge where it's splayed out across her upper back.

"Was the flight okay?" Lily asks as they pull away, and her voice is so soft it's almost inaudible, like she's afraid someone might be listening in. "I know you were texting us through the whole thing, but you look, like, dead tired. Are you okay?" Her tone is humorous, but it's intertwined with an unnecessary level of concern.

Logan can't help but huff, a little hysterical. "Yeah, I'm good, just... Not as used to long flights like that anymore, I guess," He runs his fingers through his hair as he says it, trying valiantly to keep his tone lighthearted, to ensure that she knows that he's okay just so she'll stop looking at him like that, uneasy and worried, tying knots in Logan's sternum.

Lily just hums after that, thoughtful as she stares up at him. "Okay. Alex is pulling around, so we can get going, he'll get cranky if we keep him waiting,"

Logan scoffs, "As if he isn't always late to literally everything," he rolls his eyes as he says it, and his stomach tightens as the realization of seeing Alex in person again finally sets in.

They've been calling and FaceTiming an awful lot, yeah, but Logan hasn't actually seen Alex in person since August, all the way back during Zandvoort, back when everything was kind of awful. Just thinking about it makes Logan's throat feel tight.

But as they stroll up to the car, a sleek, slate-grey Mercedes GLS, all of those worries disappear as Alex's window rolls down to slowly reveal his face, sunglasses tipped on his nose and his mouth cracked into a huge smile as the pair of them slowly approach.

"Need a lift?" Alex hardly gets the sentence out, his grin acting more as a hazard than anything, impairing his speech and making him sound absolutely off the rails.

Logan actually feels weakened by it, by seeing Alex, by seeing Lily, the truth that all three of them are finally together after what feels like years of waiting.

"Hi, Alex," is all that Logan can manage, because the feelings brewing in his chest are growing to a dangerous frequency; he's a little nervous he might just lean in through the window and kiss Alex until they're both breathless, which would be very bad for their whole secrecy thing.

So, Logan instead occupies himself by tossing his stuff into the back seat before climbing in after it, and he's sure he looks deranged, moving with an urgency that is entirely unnecessary, like he's running away from an invisible threat.

"You're riding in the back?" Lily asks, and when Logan looks up, she's standing outside of his door with an almost wounded expression on her face; when he glances over, Alex is dutifully watching him from the rearview mirror with an equally odd look in his eyes.

Shit. Fuck. Was this some sort of arranged thing he was totally unaware of?

"Uhm, I'm really tired, so the back will probably be more comfortable for sleeping. Is that okay?" He says the last part slowly, suddenly terrified that he's just done something horribly wrong.

Thankfully, Lily's face softens with relief. "Okay," she says, before bracing a hand on Logan's thigh and leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, so quick that it's basically nothing, and yet Logan's heart leaps in his chest.

She makes quick work of closing his door for him and making her way to the passenger side, and when Logan glances up, Alex is still watching him through the mirror, although this time with a significantly more relaxed expression on his face.

When Alex realizes he's been staring, he quickly ducks his head, and Logan can see how the tips of his ears turn pink. He's sure they both look insane, hiding their faces and smiling down at their hands like stupid, lovesick fools, even though that's exactly what they are.

--- --- ---

Logan falls asleep quicker than he expected, and by the time he wakes up, the car is coming to a gentle stop in the driveway of a quaint little cabin, nestled somewhere deep and cozy in the mountains, dusted in a fluffy layer of snow.

He's still waking up, and he's barely getting unbuckled when suddenly his door is opening and letting in a healthy waft of winter chill that bites his exposed skin; he is definitely not dressed for this kind of weather. Oh well.

Alex seems to be the perpetrator, judging by the ridiculously large grin crowding Logan's vision. He squints at it, like Alex's smile is actually blinding, and Logan very quickly wakes up when Alex begins leaning in, peppering kisses all along his cheeks before finally making it to his mouth.

The kiss is similar to how Alex was smothering Logan just a second ago; soft pecks in quick succession, and it's a little bit uncomfortable, honestly, with just how much their teeth are trying to invade.

Logan can't even find it in himself to be bothered by it, because he actually feels like he's going to burst from joy, from finally being able to touch and kiss Alex after so many months of waiting.

But, they were going to have to separate eventually, and Logan is getting increasingly colder as the seconds tick by, so he reluctantly pulls away so he doesn't accidentally catch Alex's lip with his chattering teeth.

"Jesus, Loges, you're so pale. Does your nose always get red like that in the cold?" Alex asks, a bit hysterical, and his voice is filled with far too much glee at the prospect of Logan's flushed face.

At the same time that Logan says, "Yeah, so get out of the way so I can go inside and warm up," Lily also pipes up and says, "Yeah, Alex, so get out of his way so we can go inside!" It makes them all laugh a little, and none of it feels real; Logan can't believe that he's actually here right now.

--- --- ---

The house is unbelievably warm; Logan and Lily have no qualms in abandoning Alex to carry all their stuff inside so they can try and start a fire in the cute, rustic little fireplace in the center of the living room.

By the time Alex is done hauling all of their luggage in, Logan and Lily are sitting by the fire, leaning into each other and having idle conversation. Alex sneaks up behind the pair of them and places his freezing cold hands on the backs of their necks, snickering with retaliation for leaving him to do all the work.

When they both flinch and begin shouting at him, Alex raises his hands in defeat. "Listen! That's what happens when you leave me behind to do everything in the freezing cold!" He squawks, but the joy on his face betrays any possiblity that he might be upset.

Still, Logan can play along. "It's actually your fault for being the only properly dressed one for the weather," Lily quickly nods along, humming an affirmation in Logan's direction, and leaning further into his side to really hammer it home.

"Ugh, you're both impossible, I can't believe this," Alex resigns, and gracelessly flops back onto the leather loveseat tucked against the wall.

Lily makes a face before suddenly standing up. She moves towards the couch almost like she's going to sit with him, but she surprises both of them by instead placing a hand on Alex's chest and leaning in, looming above him as she leaves a slow, easy kiss on his lips.

"You did this to yourself, babe," Lily pulls away just barely to say it, and even though Logan can't even see it, he's sure that the energy between their eyes is insanely charged.

She smacks another kiss against his mouth, and Logan can imagine the way some of her lipgloss comes off on Alex's lips, slightly pink, sensual and glittery.

Alex then leans over, peering around Lily's body to nail Logan with an expectant look. He nods his head once, as if he's signalling Logan to come over, and when he does it, Lily turns around, still propped up against Alex's chest as she also begins staring at him.

The image of them right now, locked together, perfectly in tandem, is already a lot for Logan to process, so the fact that they're inviting him over, allowing him to interrupt their already perfected rhythm makes him feel a bit woozy.

So he stands up on wobbling feet, because it feels like a sin not to heed their calling. He feels a bit silly being watched like this, like he's something special and not just an intruder.