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Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around. 

We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”

“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it. 

Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.” 

It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost. 

While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute. 

Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!” 

Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way. 

I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”

And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.” 

I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)

I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.” 

Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job. 

Bury me now. I am done for.

I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you! 

It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.

This was also your first big outing since getting back together, not to mention the road trip to college even without all that is a big deal, one that should be rightfully honoured and appreciated.

You had missed your boys terribly and you were going to savour this.

You had barely made it outside the city limits and were already excitedly talking. Billy was driving the first shift, you were sitting next to him up front and Stu is in the back, leaning between the seats. You were all talking classes and what you were taking. You look over your shoulder to see what Stu is holding and you snatch it out of his hands. “Ooo class schedule? Let’s see.”

He lets you look it over and you start skimming, you spot the film studies class and look at him, turning the page around and pointing to it, “Really?”

“What?! Billy took it too!” Stu said pointing to the man next to you and Billy looks over at you. His one hand lifting off the steering wheel as he said, “What? I wanted us to have a class together and I needed an elective and it fit in with my other classes.”

You gaped at him, holding the paper to your chest, “You are both taking it? I can’t believe you are taking it without me!” You sounded hurt but it was all an act, just joking around.

“Listen you weren’t around when we were picking classes for obvious reasons! Maybe you can swap in?” Stu offered and you rolled your eyes, “I’m fucking with you, I’m all good, besides we talk movies enough as it is.”

You went on to say, “And knowing you two I will probably end up ‘helping’ with your homework anyway.”

“Like you are gonna say no to more movie dates.” Billy teased and you sing-songed out, “Guilty. You do know that any movies you are assigned you have to actually, you know, watch them? Not just fuck with them on in the background.”

“Damn it. She’s got a point.” Stu sighed and you continued on, “All the more reason I shouldn’t take it. I can see us now trying to watch something and having to fight you both off to actually take in the material assigned.”

You look further on the sheet in your hands and see Stu is taking a photography class, that piques your interest and leads you to ask with one word, “Photography?”

Stu leaned forward against your seat as he said, “Always kinda been into it, want to get more into it, seems really interesting.”

Honestly it weirdly fit him. You can totally see Stu around campus with a camera taking pictures of whatever strikes his fancy. “You already got a camera?”

“Yeah I just felt a bit, I dunno, weird about it? So I didn’t show you guys yet.” He admitted and you scoffed, “Stu, c’mon, if you are into it and want to do it seriously we are supportive, right Billy?”

“Totally.” He nodded, “Besides like I would ever say no to you taking some personal pictures as a gift sometime. You could help him out with that babe, right?” Billy’s hand gripped your thigh and you smiled at the contact and the implication. Stu chimed in, “Mmm yeah I think she’d make for a really interesting subject.”

You needed a distraction. You had agreed that the three of you shouldn’t do anything much physically while the boys were still healing with their stitches, and didn't want to risk a single thing going wrong again since you’d just come so close to losing them.

“You should take some pictures on our trip, Stu, get some practice in.” You half turned in your seat to get a better look at him, “You think?”

“Yeah! Capture some memories so we never forget it and all that sappy shit.” You reached into over and plucked out the folded sheet sticking out of Billy’s pocket. “Now what are you taking?”

You start picking through and see the first thing of interest, “Criminology?” You snort. “You gonna start murdering on the sly once you get ideas on how to better get away with it?”

“Never say never.” He teases.

On the drive goes and a few hours in you need to stop for gas and while that is happening, naturally, snacks.

You are standing in an aisle lined with treats of the salty and sweet variety, almost a little too cold from the air conditioner blasting, debating over what to get. You are listening as Stu defends the merits of cool ranch doritos to your shared and unconvinced boyfriend.

“Why do you want them so bad?” He asked, arms crossed and Stu said, “It's suuuuch a summer chip, also why do you care? I’m buying.”

“Because I have to kiss you with fucking dorito breath.” Billy grumbled and you laughed. “Well what is your go-to snack?" You asked and he plucked up a bag and said, “Hot cheetos, duh.”

Stu made a face, “Ugh you would.”

“Well sorry for having taste.” Billy fired back. “How about we ask her for a tie breaker?”

They both turned to you and you looked back and forth between them before shrugging and saying, “C’mon you should know me better by now, I prefer options, I say both.”

“Atta girl.” Stu said with a smile as you picked up a box of milk duds and some licorice and shoved them into his arms.

Billy seemed distatified by your answer but not much he could do so he simply said, “You would, you are so indecisive.”

“That indecisiveness means I am with both of you because I couldn’t pick just one. So I wouldn’t be dissing it the way you are right now, Loomis.” You tease and he rolls his eyes, a fond smile as he says, “Yes ma’am.”

Drinks and snacks procured and paid for you are back in the car.

You are driving for a bit. Billy is in the back and Stu is up front with you.

He had fishsed his camera out of the trunk when you were stopped and he is fucking around with the settings. You are messing with the radio when Stu turns to you suddenly and takes a picture of you with one hand on the wheel and one on the radio dial and you laugh it off, batting your hand weakly in an attempt to get him to stop. “C’mon-”

“No, no you encouraged this! You asked for this!” He laughed, still holding the camera up for another picture and you throw up a middle finger covering your face with it as he takes another picture.

He pulls the camera back and checks out the picture and says, “Jokes on you, that is a great look for you.”

“Why don’t you take some pics of Billy boy?” You ask and he says, “Great idea-”

He turns and Billy sighs but smiles as he is reclined against the seats and lets it happen, knowing it is easier this way then trying to fight both you and Stu on this.

He snaps it and looks it over, a wide grin as he says proudly, “Oh that came out fucking great.”

“Lemme see.” You asked, leaning a little closer, eyes still forward for the time being.

The road at this stretch is mostly empty, it’s safe enough, Stu turns the camera so you can see and you sneak a peek at the picture he took and fuck.

It did look good.

It reminded you of the pictures you’d taken so far, the ones you framed and gifted them, the first holiday season you shared and the ones you had kept for yourself. The ones you couldn’t bring yourself to burn during the break up.

The same ones you framed were wrapped carefully and lovingly packed away in your boxes, ready to be placed carefully in your new apartartment you were going to share with them.

This was real. This was happening. You were going off to college, to all live together.

Decorate it together, cook together, share your lives, this is a big next step.

You did it, they got away with it thanks to you, you were all here and present and working towards your shared future together. Your eyes broke away, back on the road ahead as you said with a soft smile, “Looks great Stu.”

“Yeah? Thanks babe.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek before setting back in his seat.

Even with the AC in the car you felt warm, happy.

You thought then about how Stu was going to take a lot more pictures to commemorate this next phase of your life and the thought of framing some from this very trip and hanging them on your walls has you feeling so much.

Fuck, you love them.

Another few hours of driving and casual conversation and music on the radio you stop by a park for lunch. Get out to stretch your legs, end up going for a walk. You get some hot dogs from one vendor and ice cream from another. You are walking alongside Billy as you happily were having spoonfuls of rich creamy cool delight, he asked, “You not sick of ice cream yet?”

“Nope.” You said easily, popping the “P” as you did. You looked up and said saccharinely sweet as you offered up a spoonful, “Not when I am having it with you.”

“Gag.” said Stu around a mouthful of hot dog and it made Billy nearly snort and choke on the bite he had taken that you’d held out.

You all continue to joke around and this feels so fucking nice.

The kind of date you missed while you were all broken up.

Soon you all sit near a pond, finishing up your lunch when some ducks swum up, “Ooh cute, look at them.” Stu is breaking off a piece of his hot dog bun and said, “I want to feed them.”

Billy says, “I think bread is bad for ducks.”

Prompting Stu to say, “What?”

“I think I’ve read that bread is bad for ducks.” Billy affirmed with a nod and Stu said, “I think that’s stupid.”

Billy leaned over, a playful shove of his shoulder making Stu fall onto his side as he says, “I think you are stupid.”

You are finishing the last bite of your ice cream as you said, “You are both so mature. What did you get on the SATs again?”

“Not important. Just let me feed the cute ducks some bread Billy!” He whined before saying, “If ducks don’t eat bread what DO they eat?”

“Vegetables, I hear frozen peas are good.” You piped up and Stu threw an arm over his eyes overdramatically, “You too?! Why are you both so against me?”

You can’t help but laugh at how right this feels, how cute and teasing it all is.

After lunch and back in the car you are driving.

It’s getting late and Billy passes out.

He wakes up to you and Stu singing along to something coming from the car speaker. He is sleepy and out of it but soon he recognizes it from that ridiculous camp horror movie you showed him and Stu months back, what was it called? Oh that’s right, Dead And Breakfast. He could clearly see that dumbass zombie cowboy narrator in his head, playing that guitar and half-rapping, half-country-crooning and it had him rolling his eyes.

You and Stu were clearly very into it and his voice still thick with sleep, he rubs at his eyes and asks, “What are you doing?”

“Ayy, he’s awake!” Stu said with a clap and you turned down the music as you told him, “We’re singing our song, duh.”

Billy woke up more at that, sitting up as he said firmly, “That is NOT our song.”

You laughed and asked, “Oh God. Dare I ask, do we NEED a song?”

“Nooo, Billy is right we do but this? It isn’t our song.” Billy clapped him on the shoulder as he said, “Thank you!”

Stu grinned so wide it nearly split his face as he said, “But it should be.”

Billy groaned flopping back against the seats, he should have known better that Stu would not take this opportunity to fuck with him,

You and Stu laughed hard before he said, “Okay, okay so what would be our song, seriously?”

You looked thoughtful for a moment before deadpanning, “Breakfast At Tiffanys.” That had Stu groaning and Billy laughing, well aware of how much he hated that song. He leaned forward as he asked, “Oooh how does that one go again, babe?”

And you said, “Oh yeah, like this-”

A deep breath before belting out, “-and I said what about breakfast at Tiffan-” which had Stu’s hand coming over your mouth effectively stopping you. So you took the chance to lick his palm and he looked over at you, “C’mon. I’ve had my tongue inside your asshole and you think licking my palm is gonna bug me?”

“The man has a point.” Billy admitted and Stu said, “Anyway, it should be One Week by The Barenaked Ladies-”

The brunette threw is hands up, “You and the fucking Barenaked Ladies! That sums up our relationship and is the height of romance to you? One Week?!”

“Well we DID all just experience a very emotionally tumultuous time and a big break-up, I think it fits more than some songs.” Stu finally pulled his hand away from your mouth and you asked, “Do you and Stu have a song just for you both?”

They both shared a look that communicated something, you had no idea what but something before they both said, “We aren’t at liberty to say.”

“What?! After all we said about no secrets?! I cannot believe you two!” You made a sound of mock disgust before they both jumped to defend themselves, talking over each other and you said, “Forget it, if you don’t want to share I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.” They both said and you sighed, “Anyway clearly our song should be Dick In A Box-”

And that is what made Billy break down and Stu almost cry laughing.

Soon after that you find yourselves pulling into a hotel to spend the first night. A nice place, Stu pays with no issue and you all make your way up with the bags you’d packed and get inside. The room is decently sized, the view is nice and it hits that you’ve never stayed in a hotel with them before.

This is exciting. Stu breaks away first and runs to the bed, flings himself onto it and you follow behind him. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

“Hell yeah it is!” Stu confirmed, fists up in the air and Billy looks you both over with a smile.

Room service happens for dinner that night. You all took showers and got into comfier clothing, watched tv and relaxed and took it easy. You glanced over at Billy as you said, “You know this is our first sleepover since everything went down.”

“You’re right. It’s a big occasion. Anything special you want to do?” Stu said, “Oooo they have a pool here! Swimming?”

“We don’t have swimsuits.” You said and he fired back, “Skinny dipping.”

He says it like it is the most obvious thing in the world and you say, “It’s a public pool Stu!”

“Oh pshhh, live a little!” You then say, “You still don’t have your stitches out, so it’s like a double no.”

He sighs, “Pay per view porn is a close second I suppose.” Billy snatches the remote back, “You’re not blue balling us. She's doing that enough as it is.”

You stick your tongue out playfully at him and Billy flipped you off in return, leading Stu to take that as another picture oppertunity.

You end up watching a movie, have some more food, more talking, a pillow fight and Stu taking some more pictures. You liked the one he got of you and Billy wrapped up in hotel robes and reclined on the bed, one of his arms around your shoulders and a towel still around your head.

Billy had taken some of Stu in return, claiming, “You can’t be the only one behind the camera.”

It is so fucking fun.

You all fall asleep curled up in the king sized bed hours later, far too tired after the long day of driving to even think about much else than sleep. You still had a long day tomorrow too.

You ended up having a hot, hot, hot dream.

A dream of getting to finally be with them physically again. Billy kissing you, Stu’s hands trailing up your sides, pulling you down onto him, filling you over and over. Writhing bodies, moans and praise, so much pleasure it is stupid. Heat fills you as they touch and take, fingers skimming over the most sensitive parts of you, it builds, climbs up and up and you wake up nearly on the edge, panting softly and slicked with sweat.

You wake up wet with your hand in your panties, clit throbbing against your fingers, you look over to see your two boys still asleep next to you. Eyes drag down and fuck, yeah it is early morning. You get quite the eyeful, the outline of their dicks painfully clear in the little they wore to bed.

The urge hits at once and you can’t help yourself. Even though your brain is screaming it is a bad idea, you said you’d wait, what if you got caught? You couldn’t hold back, no way. You bite your bottom lip, you want to reach out and touch and taste just like you had done in your dream. Fill your mouth with them and choke yourself on them.

Instead you decide to take care of yourself. You carefully touch as you are next to them, watching them sleep as you rub your clit slowly in soft circles, thinking about that dream you had and all you could do together.

This felt way too good, too hot, doing something this bad and this risky. You rubbed your clit harder, fingers dragged down and dipped into yourself, you bit back a moan as you fingered yourself, curling them just so inside yourself until you clenched down. Your other hand came down, rubbing your clit as your other hand fingered yourself. You were getting far too into it, holding back moans and breathing way too hard.

They looked so good, so peaceful, the emotion of being here in such a vulnerable position, safe in bed with them was getting to you.

You needed to stop before you got caught, you already were wanting to pull them closer and touch them which would go badly, no way could you stop once you got started.

You pull your hands away, slick with your arousal and you make yourself tear away and go to the bathroom. You close the door most of the way and sit on the edge of the tub, can see yourself in the mirror, hands back between your legs, panties shoved out of the way, rubbing and touching, back arching and you give in.

Can let loose a little more, some soft moans slip out, “Billy, fuck! Stu, oh my God-” you breathe out as you continue. You are able to touch yourself much more vigorously like this too, no risk of jostling the bed so much you might wake them.

The images from your dream flit through your mind, the pleasure builds, your legs tense, you pant and soon in a few short minutes you are cumming on your own fingers with a choked off cry of a mix of their names. It hadn’t taken long thanks to your dream and the touching you had done in your sleep. It felt incredible, almost floating on the high of it, hands slow and eventually stopped, pulled away and you sigh. Your hand comes up and you look at your hand, pull your fingers apart, the strings of your slick breaking apart between them before you hum and bring your hand up and sucked them clean. The tang of your own arousal thick on your tongue before you get up on shaky legs and fix your panties back into place. You leave the bathroom, still slightly out of breath and find them both awake in bed.

You flop into bed beside them sighing out, “Good morning.”

“Mornin’.” Billy returned and Stu hummed in acknowledgment. You looked them over and there was no sign that they had overheard or caught on to what you were doing. You leaned over, a kiss pressed to Billy’s mouth which he quickly tried to deepen, causing you to pull away, “Nooo, we said we’d be good.”

They both groaned and Stu said, “Yeahhhh, okay, okay-”

“I know, I know you miss this quality product-” You said with a gesture to yourself and they both laughed, Billy quietly repeating, “Quality product?”

“Yes, I said what I said-” Stu sighed with a smile, “I wish you wouldn’t have.”

You had just cum but you’d be lying if you didn’t want more. You offered up, “A little compromise maybe?”

And they initially were very excited by the prospect you proposed, the early morning make out session in the big hotel bed with wandering hands was great.

Strong hands and so equal, you starting off kissing Billy before you broke away and Stu took over and you leaned in and ran your tongue up the long expanse of his throat and yes it was very fucking nice.

To start.

It was less great when you all had to break apart, the boys still wanting and painfully hard and you trying to play off how wet and wanting you were.

You all dress, pack up, check out and get breakfast next door. All sit and share plates with eggs and hashbrowns and toast covered in butter and jam. You get back on the road, another long day of driving ahead.

At some point near lunchtime you fell asleep in the backseat. When you woke up slightly sore you were confused where you were. Turns out the boys took a detour to some shitty tourist trap, claiming to be the world’s biggest something or other. You get some more pictures, and end up in the gift shop. You all decide on what to buy and it leads Stu to say, “Awe our first glassware as a throuple.”

“They are shot glasses, Stu.” Billy deadpanned and you said, “I’m counting it! First drink the new place has to be from these!”

Back in the car there is more driving until lunch.

It’s a gorgeous day out. Billy has his head in your lap, you are playing with his hair as Stu buys the food. You both talk about what else you need for the place, “I think we should get a rug for the living room. I’m worried the couch is gonna scuff the floor up.”

“Why do you think that will happen?” he asked looking up at you, “I dunno based off how often we fuck on the couch and how agressive a certain someone can get with it-” you tug on his hair lightly earning a quiet, “Ow-”

“-I feel it won’t stay in one place and might move across the floor and cause some damage.” He had to admit you made a good point. “Yeahhh a rug might be a good idea. You opposed to rug burn on your knees?”

“Have I ever been?” You asked with a smile as Stu came back out with the food.

Lunch was fucking great. Enjoying the weather and each other’s company and once it was done, there was yet again, more driving. Billy is up front with you, one hand on your thigh, he had been teasing you a little.

“C’mon, you are fine, you’re all healed up. I bet you I can get you off one handed while I’m driving.”

Dear God did you want to take him up on that but you could see it all playing out in front of you if you gave in. You’d end up on the side of the road stuffed from both ends and you had to fight to give in. It is so fucking hard.

That afternoon the travelling is catching up, all a little talked out, long comfortable stretches of silence that feel so good. It’s great just getting to be in each other’s presence like this.

You drive a long time, have a late dinner and afterwards find yourselves pulling off the road, in a field, laying back shoulder to shoulder and looking up at the night sky together.

You are between them, holding a hand from each of them, you feel close to them, physically and emotionally as you lay in the soft grass and feel the cool breeze.

It starts to overcome and while the trip has been amazing, so fun and jokey, teasing, lots of hot and heavy moments, close calls but not a lot of the heavier stuff.

Right now you are feeling it.

“I missed you both so fucking much.” You said softly. It made them both look over to you. Holding their hands tighter. “We missed you too honey.”

“Seriously, it…It was so hard being apart and while everything all worked out okay I gotta be honesty I was so fucking scared. The whole time we were doing it and when you were both in the hospital.”

You sit up and take a deep breath. Unable to look at them, “I’m still kind of scared to be honest. It…This feels so good, this trip has been amazing and I’m dying for us to live together and do this next step but I’m still scared because it feels too fucking good to be true.”

You feel close to breaking down when you feel both of their arms slip around you. “It is real.”

“Yeah. We’re here. We did it, s’ true.” Stu sighed with his nose pressed to your hair. “I get it though. It’s hard to believe sometimes. I won’t lie, I keep on hanging off you and Stu because I just have to touch you to remind myself that it IS real and you are both here.”

Stu let out a wet sounding laugh. “Oh thank fucking God it isn’t just me.”

You all stay there longer than you should. Talking about your relationship, the summer you lost to being apart and to the exciting year up ahead. The picture you got together in the field with the timer set, you sitting stretched acaross their laps is your favorite of the entire trip.

You are so close, another few hours tomorrow and you will be at the new apartment. Everyone was too beat, you couldn’t finish the drive tonight. You needed another night in a hotel and you found one easily enough.

Driving all day and napping on and off in the car made you feel like you needed a shower. The boys graciously let you go first and you feel so much better afterwards. You get a terrible idea and come out of the bathroom naked, both of them are looking over the tv guide and it took a minute for Stu to look up, lightly smacked Billy in the centre of his chest and got him to look too.

You greeted them casually and easily and pretended to not notice how affected they were. You dug through Stu’s suitcase and stole one of his shirts and slipped it on before getting into bed. They were still watching you and you smiled wide, “You gonna go shower orrr?”

“Uh yeah, totally. Billy?” Stu got up, “Yeah right behind you-” and you let them both go with a laugh. “Be careful you two!”

They share a shower and are extremely careful as you asked, making sure not to disturb each other’s healing injuries or aggravate the stitches. They both shared the spacious hotel shower. Deep kissing, wandering hands, both insanely hard as they breathlessly talk about you between meetings of their mouths. “Wanna fucking wreck her so bad-”

“Same, God, why’d we agree to this shit again?” Stu groaned as Billy nipped at his collar bone, grinding against his hip and he said, “Because we put her through hell and it’s the fucking least we can do, it’s not that much longer.”

“Shit, I know you’re right but it’s so fucking hard, man.” Billy laughed into his neck as his hand slipped between their bodies, gripping Stu’s shaft as he said, “Yeah I can feel it, I know.” Stu ignored his joke but still exhaled harder through his nose in mild acknowlegment of it.

“Think we can talk her into helping us out?” Stu asked and he said, “I fucking doubt it but the idea is tempting me enough to try it.”

When they slip out of the bathroom the light from the tv is the only thing illuminating the room, you are dead asleep and they both look at each other and then out at the hotel balcony.

They sit out there, looking through the open door to you, asleep, shirt half up, both talk to each other, whisper filth of what they could do to you while you were like this and so vulnerable while they jerk off in the cool evening air. “Could spread her legs and you could hold her down.”

“I could eat her out till she’s on the edge without her waking up, I miss the fucking taste of her-”

It doesn’t last long and they both get into bed with you around a half hour later with the taste of each other on their tongues and pass out promptly wrapped up with you.