#nsfs lamp

Virgil knew something was up as soon as all three of his boyfriends hovered at his open doorway uncertainly, like they were expecting to have time after they knocked. He glanced up from his journaling, arching a brow and setting his book to the side, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

 Logan and Patton both gave Roman a not-at-all-subtle look and he glared back for a moment before seeming to resign himself to speaking first, “Ok, we want to start this off by saying how much we love you, and how this conversation will have no impact on how relationship functions now if you do not wish so.”

 “Well that’s not alarming at all,” Virgil snarked, smirking a bit when Roman spluttered and the other two’s eyes widened before he remembered they were freaked out and sobered up, “Ok, spit it out, what’s got you all so anxious before you even get fully in my room? You trying to steal my bit? Or-or are you guys really not cool with how things are going?”

 Logan gave Patton a sharp look at the hint of a tremble in Virgil’s voice, but it was too late, and Patton’s resolve to keep to their plan had clearly broken, “Wewanttobeabletohavesexwithyoulikewedowitheachother.”

 All three of his visitors went bright red, and Virgil said, “Come again?” at the exact same time Roman groaned dramatically and Logan screeched, “That was not what we rehearsed!”

 Virgil blinked up at them, still unable to follow, “Guys, one at a time, and slowly, what’s going on?”

 “Virgil,” Logan started, with a quick quieting hand to the other two, “We all love you, and each other, very much, as you are well aware. I am sure you are also aware that we, ahem, engage in sexual relations among each other as a way to express that love.” Virgil could see where this was going now and couldn’t resist a little bit of a grin to himself, which the others clearly didn’t notice as they were steadfastly avoiding eye contact and practically radiating nerves, “We would…. Very, very much like to be able to include you in those expressions of love, if you would have us. Though, of course, if you would prefer our relationship continue at the current-” Virgil cut him off there, unable to let him stay nervous any longer than he needed to be.

 “-While I appreciate the concern, I really do, I love you all for how much thought clearly went into this - well, um, I was sort of waiting for you,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Roman looked at Patton who looked at Logan who looked back to Virgil, then gave a bit of a start as he realized that the shadow under his eyes was beginning to turn a dark and shimmering purple. Virgil watched their expressions and couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “You all know I handle adrenaline right? And do you know what else aside from excitement and anxiety makes adrenaline heighten…?” He could see the moment the realization dawned in Logan’s eyes, then the moment those same eyes darkened and he didn’t hesitate to grab onto his tie and his hip, guiding him down onto his lap and into a deep kiss.

 Logan’s hands flailed a bit at his sides before coming to rest in Virgil’s hair and clinging on for dear life, lips parting on a whimper into Virgil’s mouth that made him chuckle as he pulled away slightly before giving a smug smirk to Patton and Roman behind them.

 “Caught up yet?” Virgil asked smugly, quirking a brow, and Logan slumped off his lap to curl into his side and blinked up at them blearily.

 “I think I get the gist,” Roman replied, then straddled Virgil quickly and pushed him back onto the bed before claiming his own kiss hungrily, passion belied by how tenderly he still held Virgil’s cheeks and the careful way he made sure to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t be crushing him.

 “Save some for me,” Patton announced brightly, tapping Roman on the shoulder like he was trying to sub in, “Come on, Ro, besides you love getting Logan out of his tie.”

 “Bribery and extortion,” Roman grumbled playfully, but still very much enthusiastically pushing up off of Virgil with one last nip to his bottom lip and crawling over to a very indignant Logan to draw him in for a kiss of his own before he could voice whatever sarcastic remark he clearly had prepared. Virgil noted hungrily that they moved together like a well-practiced dance, Roman’s hands deftly unknotting Logan’s tie with one hand while the other tilted his head to deepen the kiss even further and draw a moan out from the back of Logan’s throat.

 “Pretty, aren’t they?” Patton asked, sounding like he was commenting on a nice picture of the two of them and not them panting desperately into each others’ mouths.

 Virgil turned to Patton next, and oh, damn, his shirt was already off. Well, if that’s how he wanted to play it.... He hurried to tug his arms out of his sweatshirt’s sleeves and chuck it across the room, and was about to do the same for his t-shirt, but Patton stilled his arm with a touch and a saucy smile, “Allow me.” 

 Patton’s hands slid under his shirt and over his stomach, touch light enough to make him squirm, and scratched down to his waistline before actually hiking his shirt up, slowly, so slowly, brushing his lips lightly over each strip of skin he revealed along the way. He took extra time at his chest, though he stuck to the center line, and his collarbone, and his neck, and by the time he pulled the shirt over his head, Virgil was squirming and arching his neck up in an attempt to chase those devious lips, only to have him pull away playfully, “Uh uh, you wanna be polite and ask for what you want?”

 “Patton is fond of, er, maintaining proper manners even while otherwise occupied,” Logan chimed in from where he was mouthing and nipping at the juncture between Roman’s bare shoulder and neck, having apparently momentarily won that dominance battle.

 “More like he loves making us, and especially you, beg,” Roman teased, and Logan flushed from his tailbone to his ears, and wasn’t that a fun thing to know.

 Logan got his small revenge with a particularly hard suck that left Roman moaning before continuing, “And he is very patient, trust me on that one.”

 Patton smiled sunnily at Virgil and didn’t dispute any of it, so Virgil groaned dramatically before holding onto Patton’s shoulder and offering a seductive grin of his own, “Patton, please, won’t you please kiss me the way we both want you to?”

 “Oh you are going to be trouble,” Patton replied, but he didn’t exactly sound threatening when he was so breathless and clearly caught off guard. And Virgil especially wasn’t worried when he followed it up with the sort of all-consuming kiss that left him reeling. Where Logan had been surprised and Roman had been careful, Patton had no hesitation evident. He somehow kissed him simultaneously like he couldn’t get enough and like he had all the time in the world, and Virgil got lost in the weight pressing him down into the mattress for long enough that when he heard a distinct moan it jolted him out of his reverie, only to realize it had come from him.

 “You two having fun over there?” Roman asked, and Virgil sat up slightly so he could see that the only reason Logan wasn’t chiming in was because he was seated in Roman’s lap, hand shoved in his mouth clearly trying to muffle his own moans as Roman rolled a nipple between his fingers.

 “Sure seems like you two are having just as much if not more over there,” Virgil snarked, and Patton nodded with a bit of a giggle, rolling his shoulders in a way that managed to briefly draw his attention away from the scene in front of him. He bit his lip and gave Patton a significant look, and he grinned back and rolled off him easily. Virgil then crawled over to the two on the other side of the bed, knelt in front of Logan, and gently placed his hands on the inside of his spread thighs, not doing anything but just touching for the time being, “Well, Logan, are you? Having more fun over here I mean?”

 Logan couldn’t manage to muffle the resulting moan and then seemed to give up altogether when Patton slunk up on Virgil’s other side to kiss Roman over his shoulder. “We are certahainely not bored,” he commented in a valiant attempt at nonchalance that ended as soon as Virgil’s hand crept closer to his clearly straining crotch, “Oh Virgil please.”

 “Oh Patton does have you trained well,” Virgil teased, earning a glare that only lasted the half a second it took for Virgil’s palm to cover his dick and grind down, at which point it became a glazed look to match the resulting whimper.

 Virgil couldn’t have hidden his delighted look if he’d tried, “Oh you’re so responsive, that’s amazing.”

 “You think that’s something?” Roman spoke up, breaking from Patton’s kiss with a wet smack, “Wait til you get your mouth on him. He’s the loudest of all of us.”

 “Roman,” Logan hissed at the same time as Virgil’s eyes lit up even more, “Oh really?”

 Patton chuckled and plucked at the waistband of Virgil’s pants, “I think it’s about time these all came off, don’t you?”

 The other three nodded and quickly set about stripping out of their pants. Virgil hesitated at his underwear for only a moment, shadow not even getting the chance to darken before Roman was tugging his own off and tossing them haphazardly on the floor, leaving no room for doubt that this was definitely happening.

 Virgil had one thought as soon as they were all naked and looking at each other. He didn’t even have time to wonder if it should be awkward before he was pressing Logan down to sit on the edge of the bed and dropping smoothly to his knees to see just how loud the logical side could get. Logan looked a bit caught off guard, but his eyes were still dark and he was clinging to the bed spread for dear life. Roman and Patton set up right near them, curling into each other and toying and touching while still very clearly trying to watch the “show”. 

 Virgil caught Logan’s eye before he leaned in, giving him ample time to stop him should he want to, and when he got no sign to the contrary he grabbed onto his waist, wrapped his lips around as far down as he could go without straining his throat just yet, and sucked, and Logan shrieked, hands tangling into Virgil’s hair in a clear sign to not go anywhere as he immediately started babbling out pleas and praises in equal measure.

 “Oh Virgil, you feel incredible please, please, anything more you are willing to give, please, I will not last long like this, wanted you so long,” he whined, and Virgil’s answering moan only seemed to serve to drive him higher. Virgil took his time exploring, trailing his tongue up and down the shaft and paying careful attention to any spot that made Logan’s voice hitch in his apparent stream of consciousness. Once he started to sink further down, though, Logan’s babbling lost all coherency beyond Virgil’s name and the words “please” and “close”, and after that it was only a minute or two before Logan frantically tapped at Virgil’s shoulder as he babbled an attempt to warn him before he was coming down his throat with a loud moan.

 “Told ya Specs was a screamer,” Roman teased, but he definitely sounded much more out of breath than before. Patton seemed to be lost to his pleasure, mouth wet where he’d clearly been licking his lips while watching and looking thoroughly debauched as he methodically ground his dick down against Roman’s hip. “Want to help me take care of this one, then you and I can have a little fun?”

 Patton’s eyes seemed to light up at the suggestion and he quickly reached out for Virgil. Virgil couldn’t say no to that any more than he could set fire to every hoodie in his closet, so he carefully made sure Logan was set up against the pillow to catch his breath and still have a good view, and gave him a soft kiss with a whispered, “Love you,” before he dove back into the fray.

 Virgil started with a kiss right to Patton’s pulse point as he sidled up behind him, trapping him between his and Roman’s bodies. “Hey Pat, sure look like you’re in your rhythm here, and I will not be the one to stop you, but how bout I tell you just some of the things I’ve imagined doing with you, hmm? Just a couple of little fantasies. I know how much you love it when I communicate,” he whispered, and in the back of his mind he marveled at the fact that their dynamic was clearly so fluid, that he didn’t have to settle into one role or another, that they could just have fun with each other and go wherever the night took them.

 Patton whimpered, nodding into Roman’s chest as he panted, and Roman himself seemed to be listening with laser-sharp focus as well, so Virgil continued, “God the amount of times I just wanted you to bend me over the back of the couch, right in the living room, anyone else be damned, and just take me, Pat.” Patton moaned, quieter than Logan but still very present, and Roman’s grip went white knuckled on the bed, “I have absolutely lost count. Or the amount of times I’ve wanted to drag you away into some dark corner, hike your legs up around me, pin you to the wall, and fuck you senseless.” That earned him a whimper, a stutter to the rhythm, a hissed out ‘close.’ “Or, and I have a feeling you’ll really like this one, where you catch me touching myself and you have to teach me a lesson in patience, of course, so you take Logan and Roman first, right in front of me, and you all make me watch and not touch, just be patient and wait my turn no matter how much I beg so nicely for you.”

 Virgil isn’t even completely done his last sentence before Patton is crying out, hips stuttering against Roman’s hip as he comes so hard it splashes all the way up to Roman’s shoulder. Roman barely seemed to notice the mess, though, as he eyed Virgil with a blazing fire to his gaze. Patton gave a lazy chuckle and Virgil and Roman a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek each before extracting himself to crawl over and pull Logan into his lap and thread his fingers into his hair as they both watch the show.

 Virgil barely had the chance to say, “So you said something about ‘fun’, Princey?” before Roman tackled him back onto the bed and it’s so sudden that Virgil squeaks, and then they’re both making wide eyed eye contact before bursting into laughter, both so high off adrenaline they can’t even attempt to hold it back. 

 Roman quieted first, then Virgil, and they spent an inordinate amount of time just like that, with Roman cradling Virgil’s face in one hand. The only reason they know this is because Logan chose that moment to find his voice again, “So are you two going to actually attempt to orgasm, or are you simply going to continue staring into each other’s eyes for an inordinate amount of time to see if you can do it that way.”

 Patton pinched him in the side in retribution, making him yelp, but he succeeded in breaking the moment and spurred Virgil into a smirk, “He’s right, you know. You gonna make an honest man outta me?”

 “I’ll show you honest,” Roman snarked right back, hitched Virgil’s legs up around his waist, and ground down in one fluid motion that had Virgil’s back arching straight up off the bed in a desperate moan, and just like that the passion was reignited just as hot if not hotter than before their little interlude.

 They rocked into each other, somehow finding a rhythm quickly despite never having done this together before, and their cocks slid together in a delicious friction between their bodies that was somehow still just not quite enough but served to drive them higher and higher towards that cliff, moans and hisses of pleasure echoing through the room, both of them too turned on to even try to attempt words.They started to fumble their hands between themselves to get that extra bit of friction when everything shifted.

 Virgil had his face buried in Roman’s neck one minute, and the next he’s being pulled up to sit up slightly against the pile of pillows, and dragging Roman with him. They both blinked bleary eyes open and found two very dark eyed boyfriends still hovering over them. “We couldn’t stay impartial,” Logan stated, very matter of factly, though it was belied by the fact that he sounded like he’d been the one close to orgasm, “I assume you do not mind if we… are a bit more of an active audience.”

 Patton nodded along, then swooped in to claim Roman’s lips in a kiss, then grabbed onto his hand to guide it to Virgil’s dick which they both wrapped their hands around, and Virgil’s gasp was swallowed quickly by Logan, who mimicked those actions but in guiding Virgil over to Roman’s dick. Now caught up very efficiently, Roman and Virgil gave twin groans and started back up with a vengeance. Even muffled by their boyfriend’s mouths, they still managed to make quite a bit of noise, whimpering and moaning and gasping out ‘theretherethere’s in between feverish kisses that devolved into not much more than wet presses of mouth as they got closer and closer to the edge again.

 Virgil broke first, as Roman and Patton both twisted just right over the head of his dick and he came with a cry of a jumbled mess of all their names that probably sounded more like gibberish than anything actually resembling a word. Even as his hand stuttered on Roman, Logan’s stayed firm and sure, stroking him off with all the confidence and familiarity of someone who observed exactly the right way to do something and practiced til perfection. Roman didn’t stand a chance, and he was following Virgil into the fireworks no more than 30 seconds later.

 Roman slumped forward onto Virgil as his arms gave out, and Virgil let out an “oomph” but didn’t complain. He barely had the energy to pat Roman on the back, literally, and pant out, “You were right that was real fun.”

 “Damn straight,” Roman panted back with a lackluster pat to Virgil’s chest.

 “Nothing about any of this was straight, Ro,” Patton chided playfully, and all three of the others groaned loudly and dramatically, “Stop booing me, I’m right.”

 “Whoever taught him that meme gets last shower,” Roman grumped.

 Logan smirked while wiping cum off his hand with a tissue and Virgil gave him a gleeful look, “Well, Princey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I didn’t teach it to him, and Logan certainly didn’t, so that leaves….”

 “Ah shit,” Roman groaned.

 Patton attempted to contain his giggles as he rubbed Roman’s back comfortingly, “It’s ok RoRo, you can jump in with me!”

 Logan and Virgil side eyed each other, then looked back at the other two. “Perhaps we could do a group shower?”

 Patton smirked and they knew they’d fallen directly into his trap, “Well that certainly sounds like a lovely idea." He smiled sunnily then flopped back against the pillows, "But out of fairness I think Ro has to start it!” 

 Virgil couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Roman bitched and moaned but got up without hesitation, and he couldn't say he minded the view as he walked away, or the teasing catcall from Patton or the amused huff of breath from Logan against his collarbone. He could honestly say that he was already considering a second round, which was definitely some sort of record for him. 

“You’re a pretty shitty cryptid if you can’t even hold a position for more than a half an hour, Vee,” Remy teased, reaching out blindly to grab his mug from the ground next to him and taking an obnoxiously loud sip.

“Fuck you,” Virgil retorted fondly, shoving one of Remy’s legs off the couch as he stood. “You know I have shitty hips, asshole.” Bracing the heel of both hands against the back of his hips, he leaned back until a satisfying series of pops and cracks traveled up his spine. Straightening, he leaned one way, then the other, easing the stiffness from his body. With a relieved sigh, he turned to pluck the now empty mug from Remy’s hands and dropped it out of the way on the coffee table. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll let it slip that you drink tea, not coffee, nerd.”

“You wouldn’t dare, brat!” Remy gasped with a dramatic hand to his chest. “I suppose I’ll just have to keep you quiet then.” He reached out with ridiculously juvenile grabby hands. “Come lay on me and stretch your hips out so I don’t send you back to your boyfriend harem broken.”

Virgil snorted, but more than happily sat between Remy’s legs and lay back against his chest. The position let his hips sit at a slightly different angle, and his legs lay straight over the couch, as he snuggled in, comfortably surrounded by his best friend. He hummed as Remy wrapped his arms around him closer and held his phone so they both could see the screen.

“Mindless social media scrolling time!” Remy declared, opening up Tiktok with a flourish of his thumb.

“Yaaaay,” Virgil deadpanned. Still, he let himself carefully relax on top of his friend, exhaling slow and deep through his nose as he allowed the shenanigans of idiots on the internet distract him from his pain.

Virgil wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, a tangle of limbs and sarcastic quips, while he cycled through his breathing and felt his discomfort creeping away inch my inch. He was paying a small amount of attention to the phone when Remy started scrolling through videos with a very similar premise.

“What the hell are we watching now?”

“Gurl, with how much time you spend on the internet, I don’t get how you’re always behind on trends.” Swiping up to another video, Remy tilted his phone so Virgil could see a little more clearly. “It’s a couple’s challenge, where one partner walks in totally naked and films their partner’s reaction.”

Virgil scrunched his nose. “That’s stupid.”

His pillow lurched as Remy gasped again. “It is not! It’s endearing! Look at how these boys smile when they turn around! How they run into their love’s arms! Even an edgy emo like you has to admit that it’s cute as fuck.”

Rolling his eyes, Virgil turned to bury his face under Remy’s jacket. “Okay, fine,” he groaned, “it is maybe, somewhat, kind of adorable. But!” He cut in before Remy could start squawking a victory. “There is no way at least some of these aren’t faked. And besides, I bet all of these people are like, drop dead gorgeous, or something. I’ll bet you couldn’t get that many reactions from someone who looked like a normal fucking human.”

There was a suspicious beat of silence before Remy spoke, his voice unusually careful, like he was actually thinking before opening his mouth. “What about from someone who looked like a raccoon dragged through a grunge concert?”

Virgil froze, squinting at a piece of garbage poking out of a pocket on the inside of the leather jacket. “What are you getting at, Jeremy.”

Remy swatted the back of his head. “Don’t you use my full name, mister. I promise you this is gonna work in your favour, just hear me out. You think that this many people couldn’t be realistically overjoyed at seeing their regular ass looking partner, right? Well, you just happen to be even more attractive than a regular ass looking mother fucker, and you have four boyfriends. Why don’t we put your theory to the test?”

Sitting up, Virgil directed his suspicious squinting at Remy directly, now accompanied by an unimpressed raised eyebrow. “So you want me, arguably the most anxious person you know, to film myself, totally naked, walking in on each of my boyfriends?”

“You got it, hot stuff!”

Up went that eyebrow even further. “Why the fuck would I ever agree to that?”

“Because.” Remy grinned, sitting up now too, his knees still around Virgil who sat crossed-legged between them. “If - and when! - they react like the smitten fools they are, I will personally pay for every concert ticket you want to go to for the rest of the year.”

Both eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. “Remy, what the fuck? Seriously?”

“Dead serious, babes. You need a worthwhile motivation, not to mention a serious dose of body positivity and a reality check if you actually believe those boys wouldn’t lose their minds over you. I promise you, V, you really are a good looking man, and your squad of handsome bitches would agree with me.”

Virgil crossed his arms, but his defenses were crumbling. “And what if they don’t react like you say they will?”

Remy frowned, squishing Virgil’s cheeks with both hands. “If even one of those fuckers doesn’t respond like you are a god walking down from Olympus, then I am definitely still buying you concert tickets, but you’ll also have to help me hide a body. I won’t let any of them make you think you’re anything less than fucking amazing, babes.”

“Remyyy!” Virgil whined, shoving his friend’s hands off his face and hiding behind his own. “You’re such a fucking sappy loser, you know that? What would Emile say if he heard you talking like that to another man?” He teased.

“I would say you’re both adorable, and I’m very glad you have each other as friends!” A third voice cut in, causing the pair on the couch to jump and knock their heads together.

“Ow..,” Virgil groaned, rubbing his forehead. Glancing up, he saw Emile darting into the room, a ghost of a giggle on his lips as he fretted over Remy.

“Oh dear! Are you two alright? You didn’t hit too hard, did you?”

Remy tried to bat his hands away, but quickly gave in to bask in the attention as Emile cupped his cheek. “We’re alright, honeysuckle. This hard head was just about to agree to something, though.” He looked pointedly at Virgil.