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Triad - Roger Taylor x fem!Reader x Brian May

summary || never in your wildest dreams would you have expected brian and roger to suggest having a threesome. but never in your wildest dreams would you ever turn it down.

rating || explicit (18+ only). do not read if you are under eighteen. daddy kink, choking, threesome, oral (m receiving, f receiving). no slash.

word count || 13.2k

author’s notes || good god, it’s finally here. the next instalment of the try series. the threesome fic that all of you (some of you) have been waiting for. i somehow went from having 11k useless words to having 13.2k useful words that become this fic. so i guess you could say i wrote about 24.2k for this fic. but again, only just over half of it was useful. so i hope you like these useful words. (ps the title is a half-pun on the word ‘try’. as in, the try series. but it also means three. i thought it was funny, at least)

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Your stomach twisted in excitement, like a ferret on a sugar high, as you reached the front door. It was warm outside now, flowers blooming, and in your hands you held a very special package that you were very much looking forward to opening.

You knocked a second time, more impatiently than the first.

“Coming, coming,” you heard from inside, and footsteps hurrying to the door.

Roger opened the door. “Hiya,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. “What’s that you’ve got there?”

“A gift,” you said proudly, all but prancing into the flat.

“A gift for me?” Roger purred, following after you.

“Yes,” you said. Brian was at the dining table, bent over a textbook, and you put down the box beside him. “And for you, Bri.”

Brian lifted his head, cocking his head to the side, looking at your curiously. “Right,” he said slowly. “Hello, by the way.”

“Hi,” you said.

“Roger said you’d asked for a chill night, so he said it was fine that I’m here, is that…?”

“Of course,” you said. “Rog told me you’d be here. And Deaky, is that right?”

“He’s in his room,” Roger said. “Fred’s… God knows where.”

“He left his phone charger plugged into the wall in his tute today,” Brian said. “He’s gone to uni to get it.”

You snorted. “If someone hasn’t nicked it by now.”

“Yes, well.” Brian nudged the box with his pen. “What’s in here?”

You gasped happily. “Ah, yes! Look. It’s…” You wrenched the lid off the box. “Cupcakes!”

Roger peered over your shoulder, and Brian sat up to look over the edge of the container. “Cupcakes?” Roger said. “What for?”

“For fun,” you said. “I felt like baking yesterday, randomly, and I decided to bring some over!”

“Oh,” Brian said. “That’s nice of you.”

“Well, have one,” you said, gesturing with the lid. “They’re not just for display, go on. I’ll go get Deaky.”

You headed down the hallway towards the bedrooms. “Deaky!” You stopped outside John’s room, and knocked. “Deaks, I’ve brought cupcakes over, if you want one.”

“Huh?” John said from inside the room. “Just – wait a sec.”

You waited. The door opened. “Hello,” said

“Hey,” you replied. You jerked a thumb towards the living room. “I brought cupcakes.”

“Is that to apologise for hogging the flat, then, is it?”

You frowned. “Hog– What?”

“Well, between you fucking Brian and fucking Roger, I feel like I spend less time in my own flat than you do. They’re always asking if I can find a way to make myself scarce.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor, and your limbs went a little numb. “Oh, y– Did Ronnie…?”

“Ron didn’t tell me, no,” John said. “Not hard to put two and two together.” He stared at your face for a few seconds, as if studying it, and then took your hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Sorry, I was only joking about the hogging-the-flat thing. You look like I’ve just told you I murdered your family.”

You let out a small laugh, a release of tension more than anything else. “I– I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” John said with a chuckle. “I don’t care, do what you want.” He paused, and smiled slyly. “What have you told Ronnie?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly. You sighed, covering your face with your hands. “Fuck, John, I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I’d hoped they were being more subtle than that.”

“Brian and Roger? Subtle?” John snorted. “Well, we already knew about Brian, of course. And if I hadn’t figured out Roger’s involvement the way I did, the fact that he drools over you every time you walk into the room would have clued me in.”

You groaned. “Aw, shit.”

“Fred knows, too. Just… so you’re aware.”

“Fantastic.”

“But I don’t think Brian and Roger know that we know. We haven’t exactly talked about it.”

“Wonderful.”

“Can I just ask…”

You finally lifted your head. “Yeah?”

John hesitated. “Are you… dating them?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “No. God, can you imagine? Dating both of them? I’d never get any sleep.”

John’s eyebrows went high in surprise, and he started laughing.

You gasped, clapping a hand over your mouth. “No, I didn’t mean it like that!” you cried, giggling. “I meant it would be stressful! I didn’t… No! John, stop it.” You gave him a light shove.

“Yeah, yeah, all right,” he said lightly, holding up his hands in defence.

“Don’t say it like that,” you scolded him, your mouth still twisted in a smile. “And we’re not dating. It’s just casual.”

“I was just asking. Seeing as you and Brian have kept this up for a while now, I just thought…”

“No,” you said. You were eager for this conversation to end. “Anyway,” you said, backing up down the hallway. “Like I said. Cupcakes. So.”

“I’ll get one on my way out,” John said. “I’m heading round to Ronnie’s in about ten minutes. I think Fred should be home soon.”

“All right.” You chuckled, and shook your head. “See you in ten minutes, then.”

“Yep,” John said, and you could hear the laughter in his voice. He disappeared back into his room.

“What happened down there?” Roger said, pointing down the hallway with an icing-spotted finger. He spied the icing, and licked it off.

“Oh, nothing,” you said with a smile and an exasperated sigh. “Just John being John. How are the cupcakes?”

“Very good,” Brian said, nodding appreciatively.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, can I show you something?” Roger said. He shoved the last third of his cupcake into his mouth. “On my guitar.”

“Eugh, Rog,” you said, screwing up your nose.

“Sorry.” He kept his mouth firmly closed, and then raised his eyebrows in question, pointing to his room.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, and left Brian to keep studying.

Roger seemed nervous as he strummed his guitar. John had left the house maybe fifteen minutes ago, and ever since he’d left, anxiety had begun radiating from Roger. The bits and pieces of the song he was writing were good, he really had a lovely voice, but you could tell his mind was halfway somewhere else.

“Did you want to talk about something?” you prodded gently. You were laid out on his bed, on your stomach, your arms acting as your pillow.

Roger sat near you, perched on the edge of the bed. He slipped his hand under the collar of his shirt, massaging his shoulder. “Um, er, not really,” he said unconvincingly. “I– Well, yes. But it’s me and Brian. Both of us, so.”

Your thoughts immediately took the most stress-inducing path of questioning. You sat up. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes!” Roger said immediately. “Yes. Very all right.”

“So…?”

“Ah, shit.” Roger put his guitar away. “Okay, I’ll get Brian.”

“Okay,” you said nervously.

“Please don’t stress,” Roger said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, seriously. Just wait here.”

So you did, chewing on your bottom lip.

You could hear Roger and Brian hissing at each other as they came back to the room, although you couldn’t make out anything further.

And then they were in the room, and Brian was shooting mild daggers at Roger. “I just want to preface this conversation by saying that we’d decided to not talk about this tonight,” Brian said through gritted teeth.

“She asked,” Roger fired back.

“You could’ve just–” Brian sighed, rolling his eyes. “Whatever. It’s happening now, I suppose.”

Roger sat on the bed beside you, and Brian on your other side.

Your heart was in your throat. “What is this?” you asked.

“God, Rog, what did you say to her?” Brian said. He patted your knee comfortingly. “There’s nothing to stress about.”

“That’s what I said,” Roger said defensively.

“Can we just get on with it, please?” you said tersely.

“Of course.” Brian cleared his throat, and he and Roger exchanged glances. “Well, we’ve been… talking.”

“Doing that thing where we talk about our… feelings and stuff,” Roger said. “Y’know, so we don’t get pissed at each other.”

“As often,” Brian added.

“Right, yeah. Just being open and honest and all that stuff. Mainly when it comes to you, because you’re the one that gets hurt when we don’t get our shit together, and we don’t want that.”

You were surprised, to say the least. And a little touched. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Brian said. “I know, literally the bare minimum, but it’s… It doesn’t exactly…”

“Come natural,” Roger supplied, and Brian nodded sheepishly.

“But anyway,” Roger continued, “we’ve been having these conversations, la de dah, long story short, we have a proposition for you.”

You paused, looking between them. “A proposition?”

“Threesome.”

You blinked in shock.

Brian huffed. “You couldn’t have explained that a little more bluntly, could you, Rog?”

“We’ve dragged it out for long enough,” Roger grumbled.

“Obviously, it’s entirely up to you,” Brian said quickly. “But we’re both comfortable with it, and–”

“And we think it’d be really hot,” Roger added with a grin and a waggle of his eyebrows. “And Brian mentioned that you’d seemed interested in the idea, and that time we had him on the phone while we were together, we think that worked pretty well, and you were so good at handling both of us – like, really good.”

“And it doesn’t have to be today,” Brian said. “Clearly. Or soon, even, if you don’t want. We can lead up to it, maybe, if you like, or we’re both happy for it to happen spontaneously, or whatever. We just, um…”

“We want it,” Roger admitted. “Like. Bad.”

They looked at you expectantly.

You were still reeling. Surely you were dreaming. “When did you even talk about this?” you said, unable to think of anything else to ask.

“After you and me had Brian on the phone,” Roger said. “We just wanted to…” He looked to Brian.

“We wanted to make sure we were both fine with it,” Brian said. “No jealousy stuff, y’know.”

“And I did sort of spring that on him,” Roger said. “So I wanted to make sure I hadn’t crossed a line.”

“Which he hadn’t,” Brian added. “I, uh– It–” His cheeks went pink.

“He thought it was hot as fuck,” Roger said, dragging out the last word for comedic value, giving Brian a teasing grin.

“So did you,” Brian shot back in retaliation.

“Well, yeah,” Roger said, but you could tell he was a little embarrassed himself.

“Hold up,” you said.

They did.

“I’m just… processing still,” you said.

“You can say so if you don’t want it,” Brian said. “It’s fine.”

“Yeah,” Roger seconded.

You gave them both a bewildered look. “Are you dumb? Of course I want it. I’ve been dreaming about it for a month. I’m just processing the fact that you both want it. I mean, I’d come to the conclusion that it was never gonna happen, because as if you two would be comfortable seeing each other like that.”

“We have talked about that,” Roger said. “But we’re all right with it. We don’t want to… do anything with each other, but if it’s all about you, we’re cool with it. We want it.”

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. “Holy shit,” you said with a laugh.

“Is that a… good ‘holy shit’?” Brian said hesitantly.

You blinked at him. “Um… yeah, yeah, it is. Wow. Okay. Like, yeah, yes. I am so on board.”

Brian and Roger grinned at each other, and then at you. “Nice,” Roger said happily.

“But not today,” you added.

“No, course not,” Brian said quickly, shaking his head. “You wanted a chill night, so it’s just going to be a chill night.”

“We can talk about it later,” Roger said. “We just wanted to ask.”

“Yeah, course,” you said.

A silence settled between the three of you, and, after some furtive glances and half-awkward, half-excited smiles, Brian said, “Right, I should really get back to studying, so…”

“Yes, go study,” you said.

“And I was thinking, maybe a game of Scrabble?” Roger suggested.

You made a face. Did you really feel up to getting into an argument over a board game? “What about a card game first?”

“Fine. You’ll join us later, Brian, yeah?”

“Yes,” Brian said.

“Promise?” you said.

Brian sighed. “Yes, I promise.”

“I’ll come get you in about an hour.”

“An hour?”

“Yes. Go on.”

“Two hours, at least.”

“An hour and a half. Final offer. Go study.”

Brian scowled. “Bastard,” he muttered, and left the room.

The next two or three weeks were wrought with tension. Due to scheduling conflicts – neither flat was free, last-minute study sessions, family birthday dinners – any normal opportunity to meet up with either of the boys had to be postponed. The most action you’d gotten was making out with Brian behind the science building at uni for all of five minutes.

If you hadn’t known that Brian was also not getting any action for those three weeks, the fact that he was almost fully hard after those five minutes – in public, near the loud and intrusive construction site, no less – was a very good indication.

It had been a few days shy of four weeks (a whole-ass month) when you decided that getting yourself off just wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You needed your boys.

Both of them.

Badly.

So you made a group chat.

please tell me next friday works for both of you

You stared at the phone, chewing your thumbnail, but neither of them were online at the moment. You threw your phone down beside you with a frustrated growl.

You didn’t get a response for another fifteen minutes, during which time you’d scrolled through a number of porn sites, but found nothing that was really doing it for you.

The response was from Brian. I can do the evening. What’s this for?

You rolled your eyes. take a guess

OH.

You chuckled.

I know Roger’s free, Brian said. He was just saying yesterday about how he was thinking of going out clubbing. Which means he doesn’t have anything.

tf is this chat, Roger said, immediately followed by, wait WAIT im dumb

so ur both free next friday night?

YES, Roger sent.

Very free, Brian added.

You got an idea, and clambered off your bed, racing to your wardrobe. You had to do this quickly, before the conversation ended, or you’d be left without any response, and, well, you couldn’t have that.

You could hear your phone vibrating on the bed as you scrambled to get changed into your lingerie. You only had the one outfit – it was maroon and lacy, with a push-up bra and garters attached to the panties – but you didn’t wear it often. You weren’t even sure Roger had seen you wearing it before. Oh, wait, maybe – but not for a while. Brian hadn’t seen you in it for months.

You checked your hair in the mirror – fine enough – and opened the messages.

From Brian: I don’t know if our flat is free that Friday.

Roger: i thought it was?

Brian: No, I don’t think so. Was it this Friday that Freddie was having Jim over, or next Friday?

Roger: oh shit yeah ur right, next friday. fuuuuuck. if this keeps happening i’m gonna die

Brian: You’re going to die from blue balls?

Roger: yes fuck u

Then Roger again, driving the point home: as if ur not dying rn i know u haven’t shagged any1 recently

Brian: And how do you know that?

Roger: i bloody know what it looks like in the way u walk when you’ve had a good night

Brian: The way I walk?

You let them bicker, taking the time instead to pose in front of the mirror. Sexy selfies weren’t something you were a world-class expert in, but you’d had some practice keeping two young men occupied for half a year. You knew what Brian and Roger liked to see, anyway.

When you were done, you opened the chat once more. They had stopped their argument, and were now asking after you, and whether your flat would be free.

yes it’s free, you said. all night

You sent them a couple of the photos you’d taken. think I should wear this? you added, smiling to yourself.

yesssssss holy fuck, Roger said.

Now you’re just being rude, Brian said.

Your phone buzzed – Brian had sent you a private message. God, you’re a tease. The shit I would do to you right now…

if u got something to say, say it in the group chat, you responded, feeling smug. ur gonna have to get used to roger hearing u dirty talk

Then you received a private message from Roger. thought id let u know I am definitely jerking off to those photos u sent later 2night. He added a kissy emoji at the end for good measure, and it made you laugh.

You sent a similar response to him as you’d sent to Brian.

Unsurprisingly, the group chat went very quiet.

You humphed, and put your phone away. If this was an indicator as to how Friday was going to go… Well. Maybe you had to rethink a few things.

You were just about to start doing your homework when your phone buzzed twice.

One message from Brian, and the other from Roger.

They’d copied and pasted the messages they’d sent to you privately, and sent them in the group chat.

You grinned. good boys, you sent.

The following Tuesday – T-minus three days – you received a text from out of the blue. It was from Kayla, a friend of a friend who you’d spoken to a handful of times, but got along with well. Hey girl! the text read. A group of us are going out tonight, just like luka, Priyanka, pat f and a couple others. Do u wanna come? we’d love to have u there! Pre-gaming is at mine at 9, it’ll be fun!

You shouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. There was no need to. And you didn’t know any of those people very well anyway. And you didn’t have the money to blow on a whole lot of booze anyway.

“I really shouldn’t,” you muttered to yourself.

yeah sure! you replied.

The minute the clock struck seven, and you realised that you now actually had to get ready, you deeply regretted your decision.

You were just crafting a text to let Kayla down, when your roommate Lucy knocked on your bedroom door.

“Come in,” you called.

She ducked her head in. She was half-dressed, wearing a skirt and her nice bra that you’d told her made her boobs look great. “Hey,” she said with a smile, leaning against the doorjamb. “I don’t suppose you heard from Kayla today?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, surprised. “She invited me out tonight, why?”

“I asked her to,” Lucy said. “You’re coming, right?”

“You did?” you said.

“Yeah,” Lucy said. “We haven’t been out in forever, I thought it’d be nice. Did you say yes?”

“I… did,” you said unsurely. “That’s weird, she didn’t mention you.”

Lucy shrugged. “Are you gonna start getting ready soon, or…?”

You grimaced. “I dunno if I feel like it now.”

“No, you have to come,” Lucy pleaded. “Come on, please? I’ve been trying to hook up with Priyanka Din for weeks now and I’m so hopeless and I need a wingwoman. Please? Please please please please plea–”

“Jesus, all right!” you cut in with a laugh. “All right, you’ve convinced me.”

“Yes!” Lucy whooped. “Start getting ready, I don’t want to miss pre-gaming.”

You and Lucy made it to Kayla’s dorm, all dolled up, at around half past nine, drinks in hand – well, concealed. You were technically on uni property right now.

“Do you think Pri’s gonna be there?” Lucy murmured as you waited for your knock to be answered.

“Yeah, Kayla said she would,” you said. “Don’t stress, Luce.”

“Yeah, but, like, what if she’s not there yet?”

“Then she’ll come soon enough.” You gave her a smile. “I’m sure she likes you.”

Lucy gave you a nervous smile back. “I hope so.”

The door opened, and a guy whose name you remembered as Dan said, “Oh, hey! Welcome! Come on in.”

He was clearly already tipsy.

You and Lucy headed in. There was music playing, although not too loud, and a healthy handful of people all crowded into the main area. You recognised a few faces, but not all. You spied Priyanka Din near the window.

Kayla saw you two, and leapt to her feet, hurrying over. “Thanks for coming, guys!” she said chirpily, wrapping you and Lucy into a hug. “Come sit down! If you wanna smoke, please do it out of a window, I don’t want to get in trouble. That includes weed.”

You had a water bottle with you, and in it was a strong mix of vodka lemonade. Lucy had two cans of beer hidden in her jacket, and she pulled them out and cracked one open. You nudged her, and gestured subtly to Priyanka. “Go talk to her.”

Lucy’s eyes went wide, and she turned away. “Oh my God, I can’t.”

“No wonder you haven’t hooked up with her,” you said with a laugh. “Go on!”

“I need at least a whole beer inside me first.”

“Then get drinking.”

She responded by taking a huge swig.

You took a sip of your concoction, and made a face. Maybe you’d gone a little too heavy on the vodka.

There was another knock at the door, and Kayla exclaimed, “I’ll get it!” and hopped to her feet, tottering in her heels to the door.

You decided to find somewhere to sit down, and surveyed your options. Ah, there was that girl from your Thursday morning lecture. What was her name? Alice? You could talk to her.

“Oh my God, hi!” Kayla cried from the door as you began picking your way through the clumps of people. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Of course, darling, you thought I’d miss it?”

You knew that voice anywhere. You perked up, and turned around.

Kayla was walking back into the room, hanging off Freddie’s arm.

“Freddie!” you said.

He blinked at you like he’d seen a ghost. “Good Lord, what the hell are you doing here?”

You went over to him, and he crushed you in a hug. “Oh, I’ve missed you.”

“You saw me last week,” you giggled.

“Feels like longer.”

He let you go, but kept his arms around your waist. “I didn’t know you knew Kayla.”

“I don’t know her that well,” you confessed. “I was surprised to be invited tonight, to be honest. How do you know her?”

“Oh, I know everyone,” Freddie said.

“Ah, yes, how could I forget,” you said.

Freddie turned towards the door, which had been left open. “The others should be here in a minute.”

“The others?”

“Yes. I don’t know if Deaky’s coming, he said he’ll see, but your two boy toys should be here any minute. They just had to stop off on the way to buy some bourbon or something.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. “They’re not my boy toys,” you said with a laugh that you hoped was light and casual.

Freddie gave you a withering look. “What’s a better term, then? Devotees? Loyal servants?”

You slapped his chest. “Don’t be rude.”

“Am I wrong?”

You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to answer, and he grinned. “They’re going to be infinitely pleased to see you here. Especially when you’re looking like that.”

You glanced down at your outfit. It wasn’t anything too special, just chunky sneakers with cute shorts and a crop top. You’d opted for something comfortable rather than glamorous. But it was nice that Freddie thought you looked good.

You glanced over to Lucy. She was chatting to Kayla, and frantically trying to down her beer as quickly as she could, throwing furtive glances over at Priyanka.

“What’s the matter?” Freddie asked, letting go of your waist and slinging an arm over your shoulders.

“Oh, Lucy’s desperately in love with Priyanka Din,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. Freddie held out his hand, and you passed it over. He took a sip, and made a mild choking sound.

“Fucking hell, darling, that’s disgusting,” he wheezed, handing it back.

“I know, too much vodka,” you lamented.

“Too much cheap vodka.”

You screwed up your nose at him. “Fussy.”

“You can keep that entire drink to yourself. I doubt anyone will be trying to steal any of it all night! Lucky you.”

“You’re being rude again,” you muttered, and Freddie laughed.

You heard the front door close, and both of you turned to see Roger and Brian. “Nice of you to show up!” Freddie crowed. “And look what the cat dragged in!”

He stepped aside to gesture broadly to you.

Both Brian and Roger froze where they stood. “Oh,” Brian said, his eyes sweeping your body. “Hi.”

You waved. “Hi.”

“It’s not Friday already, is it?” Roger said suddenly, and you almost burst out laughing.

Freddie frowned. “Friday? No, darling, it’s Tuesday.”

Roger pressed his lips together, his face going red. “Oh, yeah,” he said in a small voice.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Brian added, moving closer to you.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” you said.

“You know what I mean.” He wrapped you in a hug. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You look great,” Roger said, giving you a hug of his own. He held out his hand. “Can I have a sip?”

“I wouldn’t,” Freddie said, as you passed over your bottle.

Roger took a swig, and made a bit of a face, but then shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

“God, I live with a goblin,” Freddie sighed.

For the next forty minutes or so, you could almost feel Roger’s and Brian’s eyes never leaving you. It was obvious they’d done the maths – you were here, and Lucy was here, which meant that your flat was free, possibly for another few hours.

But they were holding back, as you were. No one had established exactly what kind of mood they were in – you didn’t know if either Brian or Roger would be down for a spontaneous threesome, and you weren’t even sure if you were ready yourself. So there the three of you were, sneaking curious glances at each other, simultaneously trying to assess your own feelings and thoughts and trying to assess theirs, playing the line between I’m staying friendly so I don’t make you feel pressured if you’re not up for anything and I want you to know that I’m at least interested in possibly doing something more.

It was a complicated dance. One that could have very easily been solved with a conversation, but a conversation meant giving weight to something that none of you were sure was something worth giving weight to.

It was hard enough with two people involved. Three was a whole other game.

You couldn’t tell if the alcohol made things better or worse. You weren’t drunk, but you were certainly tipsy, all fuzzy and warm, and you noted that Brian and Roger had had a few drinks of their own.

It all came to a head when you emerged from the bathroom. Brian was there, the only one in the hall, clearly hoping to catch you alone. “Hey,” he said lowly, and there was no guesswork involved in his tone of voice.

You smiled, stepping in close to him. “Hey,” you said. You tilted your head to the side, watching his face, as he was watching yours.

Then he leant in for a kiss, and you returned it without hesitation. One arm curled around the small of your back, the other cupped the back of your neck, his thumb against your jaw. You hooked your fingers into the loops of his jeans, pulling him closer, and he moved forward, pushing you against the wall in response.

Heat immediately pooled in your gut, and Brian pressed his hips against yours, deepening the kiss.

Then a voice at the end of the hall interrupted things. “Oh, um.”

Not quite an apology, but not quite not an apology, either. You and Brian broke apart to see Roger hovering. Not quite leaving, but not quite not leaving.

“Guess, uh, Brian got in first,” Roger added with a cheeky grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes. He pointed a thumb back to the living area. “I’ll, uh…”

You let go of Brian, and held out your hand to Roger.

Roger immediately dropped the façade with an air of relief, striding over to you. Brian stepped back, just a little, to give you room as Roger cupped your face. He kissed you breathless, with that delicious kind of restraint he used on you all the time was so very him and made you weak in the knees.

Eventually, you broke apart. “Yeah?” you said in questioning, nodding to Roger.

He nodded in return. “Yeah. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked to Brian. “Yeah?”

Brian nodded too, to you and to Roger. “Yeah, uh-huh.” He stepped in close again, capturing your lips with his, and Roger happily went to your neck.

The combination of them both, of Brian’s hand on your cheek and Roger’s on your back, of Brian’s roughness, the sting of his teeth as he nipped at your lips and of Roger’s lips and tongue like velvet against your throat, made you feel heady, overwhelmed in the best way. You made a soft sound, and both boys, so finely tuned to you, your body, every sound you made, responded in kind – Brian’s hand slid around to bury itself in your hair, and Roger’s hand slid up the front of your shirt, thumb stroking along the skin just underneath your bra.

You decided to switch, breaking from Brian, and Roger immediately lifted his head to kiss your mouth; Brian instead dropped his hand from your cheek to your throat, just resting it there, applying the smallest amount of pressure, and he nibbled at your earlobe. His other hand went to your hip, his thumb digging into the flesh just above your hipbone.

You made another sound, a gentle whine in the back of your throat. Brian knew that meant to choke you a little harder, but Roger drew back and murmured, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Brian kissed your cheek, trying to get your attention, but your head was already swimming. Between having two boys dote on you, plus a hand squeezing your throat, your thoughts were already starting to grow incoherent.

Then Roger spied Brian’s hand on your throat, just as you automatically turned your head to Brian and he kissed you.

“Whoa, Brian,” Roger said loudly. “What are you trying to do, make her pass out?”

Brian barely moved his mouth from yours. “I know what I’m doing, Roger,” he said, and, as if to demonstrate, squeezed a little harder still, making you let out a whine that was most definitely too loud for your current circumstance. Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes closing, feeling your core throb, and you heard Brian say, “See? I can’t believe you’ve never done this with her before. She fucking loves it.”

“Shit,” Roger breathed in amazement. “No, I– I had no idea.”

You clenched your thighs together. “Daddy, please,” you said in a small voice.

“Oh, good girl,” Brian said, sounding infinitely pleased.

“She could’ve meant me,” Roger said.

Brian snorted. “You’re not the one choking her, are you?”

“She could want me to,” Roger countered.

You made an impatient sound.

“Shit, sorry,” Brian said, and eased his hand away.

Just like always, you felt a rush go through your body. Is this what it felt like to do coke? Because you sure felt like you’d just done a line of coke. “You two need to stop bitch-fighting,” you said, breathing heavily, “and take me home, so you can fuck me.”

Brian and Roger nodded. “We can do that,” Roger said.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Brian said. “Right now.”

It had taken some wheedling and needling to leave. Lucy had glared at you in betrayal, so you’d begged for Freddie to take your place as wingman. He’d agreed, but he told you he didn’t want this to become a habit, the three of you sneaking off like this. He’d also added with a wink, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

It was a bus ride back to yours, and you felt giddy with excitement. It was late, so it was a ridiculously long wait, but you were well and truly kept entertained, and, thankfully, you were mostly alone, apart from a smattering of other students sprinkled along the kerb. Brian and Roger could barely keep their hands off you. Every so often one of them would kiss you, just for a moment, like they just couldn’t help themselves.

You realised that the three of you were most certainly making a bit of a scene, as much as you were trying not to. The alcohol made you all talk a little bit louder than you normally would, laugh a little bit more carelessly. Made it a little bit harder to stop touching each other.

Finally, the bus arrived. Roger got in first, sliding in beside you, and Brian sat in front, twisting around, resting his forearms on the back of the seat. The banter between them was sharp, spitting. They were just as excited as you were, and you could hear it in the way they bickered with each other and flirted shamelessly with you.

Roger’s hand curled around your inner thigh. Not too high up that it was wildly inappropriate – although it could perhaps be classified as somewhat inappropriate – but high enough that it was distracting for you, and made you push your legs slightly further apart.

Brian could barely keep his eyes off Roger’s hand. Maybe it was your thigh. Maybe it was both.

Either way, you couldn’t wait to start tearing off clothes as soon as you walked in the door.

“Hurry up,” Roger said as you struggled with the key into your flat.

“I’m trying, it always gets stuck,” you grunted.

Brian pushed your hair out of the way to kiss your neck.

“Oh, God, not helping,” you moaned weakly, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Roger huffed. “Here.” He batted your hands away and frantically fiddled with the key. You leant back into Brian, and his hands came to rest on your waist. He sucked a bruise into your skin, and your breath caught.

“Got it!” Roger exclaimed, all but shoulder-barging the door open. He grabbed your hand, and you grabbed Brian’s, and Roger towed you inside. Brian closed the door behind you, and Roger whirled around and kissed you.

“God,” he moaned in between kisses. “It’s – been so long – since – I’ve – had sex.”

You had to break away to laugh, and Roger laughed too. “I mean it,” he said. “Like, a whole month.”

“Pretty sure it’s been a whole month for all of us,” Brian said. “Can we move out of the doorway?”

It was a journey to the bedroom. The boys kept pawing and grabbing at you eagerly, their hands all over your body. If one of them kissed you, the other would press themselves up behind you and kiss your neck and slide their hands up your shirt. Brian even went so far as to slide your shorts off, and you kicked them away when they pooled at your ankles. Roger took your shirt off next, before pressing you against a wall and grinding against you, growling into your ear how badly he wanted you. They were stripping themselves as well as they went, and by the time you eventually made it to your bedroom, you were all in your underwear, a trail of discarded clothes littering the floor behind you.

Brian all but shoved you down onto the bed, and you bounced when you hit the mattress, giggling.

“Hey,” Roger said in reprimand, “be nice.”

“This is me being nice,” Brian said. “I haven’t called her a bastard once this whole time.”

“It’s true, he’s being a saint,” you said.

Roger shot you both a slightly bewildered look, but then blew a raspberry, shrugging. “All right, whatever works for you guys, I guess.”

Brian climbed onto the bed, on all fours above you. “But you are a bastard,” he whispered, “and you’re the worst person I know.”

You grinned. “Thanks.”

He kissed you, but just a short one, and then he pulled back again. “Hey, you, uh, called me ‘Daddy’ earlier,” he said, his voice lilting upwards at the end, almost in questioning. “Would that be…?”

“What are you two whispering about?” Roger said. “Don’t leave me out.” He hopped onto the bed, not-so-subtly shouldering Brian as he crawled his way to your side, lying down, propping his head up on his hand. Brian shot him a glare, but it didn’t hold much heat.

“Brian’s just asking if I feel like calling him Daddy,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, I was wondering the same thing,” Roger said. He placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face towards his. “What do you think?”

His voice was lower, softer. His I’m in control voice. It made you shiver.

“I dunno,” you said unsurely. “Both of you?”

“It’s up to you,” Brian said. But you could very easily tell what he was hoping you’d decide.

“Could be fun,” Roger said. His fingers trailed lightly down your throat, between your breasts, down over your stomach. “It’s been a while since we’ve done it. I dunno about you and Brian.”

“No, it’s been a while,” Brian said.

Roger’s fingers danced along the waistband of your panties, and you shifted, swallowing heavily.

You let out a slightly breathless chuckle. “I don’t think you two realise just how differently you two operate in this dynamic,” you said. “You sure you’ll be able to handle it?”

“Sure it’s not that different,” Roger said.

“You’d be surprised.”

“Would you be able to handle it?” Brian said. “Wouldn’t be too much?”

“I can adapt,” you said.

Roger grinned. “So that’s a yes?”

You bit your lip. Roger’s fingers slipped into your panties, just his fingertips, and your breath caught. You nodded.

Roger’s grin widened. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’d like to try,” you breathed.

“What’s the safeword?”

“Macca.”

“And what’s ours?” Brian said.

“Nickleback.”

“Good.” Brian sat back, sitting in your lap, and looked to Roger. “Do you want a go first?”

“Doing what?” Roger said.

“I dunno, fucking her?”

Roger snorted. “What? No, we can’t fuck her right away. We have to savour it, y’know? Lead up to it?”

Brian shrugged. “We’ll just fuck her more than once.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” you said wryly.

“No,” Brian said, and you snorted a laugh.

“You’re not talking back, are you?” Roger said, his tone leaving no room for protests.

You shook your head. “No, Daddy, sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

Brian looked flabbergasted. “What?”

“What?” Roger said. “Sorry, did you want to tell her off? Shouldn’t have overstepped, my bad.”

“No, she listened to you,” Brian said, gesturing to you accusingly. “I can barely get her to shut up.”

Roger frowned. “Just tell her to be quiet, then.”

“She doesn’t listen to me!”

Roger’s face lit up in understanding. “Oh, right, yes, I remember. She was quite the brat the first time we did it. Weren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy, I was,” you said.

“And then I got you to behave, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“And now you’re perfect, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your heart was racing at the praise. “Just for you, all for you.”

Brian spluttered. “Excuse me? Why aren’t you well-behaved for me?”

You made a face. “I am. Most of the time.”

“You’re the brattiest motherfucker…”

“I am good for you!” you said. “I do what you say.”

“Well, you’re never that good,” Brian said, pointing at Roger. “Where’s my ‘yes Daddy’, ‘sorry Daddy’?”

“Up your ass,” you muttered.

Even Roger laughed at that, while Brian scowled. He climbed off you, and threw you a two-fingered salute. “Shove that up your arse,” he said.

“Dude, come on,” you giggled, as Brian crossed his arms. “Brian.”

You sat up and shuffled closer, sitting up on your haunches, reaching for Brian’s wrist, tugging at it until he uncrossed his arms. “Don’t be like that.”

“Yeah, come on, Brian,” Roger said.

You gently pulled Brian closer, to the edge of the bed. “You can be such a baby sometimes,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Don’t call me a fucking baby,” he mumbled.

“Then stop acting like one.” You took his hand, placed it on your cheek, blinking up at him. He pressed his thumb to your lips, almost as if instinctively, and you bit at it playfully. He watched you with dark eyes.

“Can I suck you off, Daddy?” you asked, softly.

He shivered. “I think I could be convinced to let you do that. If you really want to.”

You heard Roger make an unimpressed sound behind you, a half-grumbled you must be joking, and Brian’s mouth twitched as he smothered a smile.

All right. You could play along. “I really want to, Daddy. Please.”

Brian cocked his head to the side, squinting in thought. “Hmm…”

“I need it, I love it so much. My mouth feels empty without it.” Okay, maybe you were going a little overboard. But you could hear Roger trying to muffle giggles behind you, and Brian’s eyes were alive with amusement, so you kept going. “I think about it all the time. I’ve missed it so much. I haven’t sucked your cock in so long, I’m so desperate, Daddy, please. I need your huge–” You failed to suppress a laugh. “Your huge, ginormous cock in my mouth.” You pulled Brian even closer by his skinny hips, and, keeping your eyes on his, mouthed at his dick through his underwear.

You felt it twitch, and Brian’s eyes went a little wider, and suddenly he didn’t look like he was laughing anymore. He breathed in shakily, his thumb now brushing over your cheek. “You want it?” he asked in a low voice.

You nodded, and pressed your tongue against the head. “Yeah. Want it.”

“Can I go next?” Roger piped up from behind.

You shot him a glance over your shoulder. “Sure, you can have a turn next.”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“But you can suck Brian off any time. You live together.”

Roger recoiled. “That is not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Rog, stop distracting her,” Brian said.

“Oh, I see, you’re allowed to have a big old sulk in the middle of a threesome, and now you’re about to get your dick sucked, but I ask when I’m getting some attention–”

“I did not have a ‘big old sulk’, thank you.”

“You did! That’s exactly what you did, you utter prick, and now you’re getting rewarded for it.”

“Rewarded,” Brian scoffed. “I’m not getting rewarded, I’m– oh, shit.”

You’d decided to end the argument by wrenching Brian’s underwear down to his knees and sucking him into your mouth in one fluid movement.

His other hand flew to your hair, and you felt him start to quickly harden in your mouth. “Fuck, good girl,” he moaned, and you whimpered.

Despite your joking around, you had missed this. Hearing Brian’s gasps and choked-off moans, his murmured encouragement.

You felt Roger sidle up behind you after not too long, felt his hands smooth down your sides, over your thighs, as he peppered kisses to your shoulder and upper back. “I don’t mean to distract you,” he whispered, “but I am kinda freaking out about how Brian’s dick is literally right there, it’s so near my face.”

You choked out a laugh, and Brian huffed. “Roger, shut up.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Roger said with a laugh, and he went back to kissing your skin, and you went back to sucking Brian off.

You felt yourself growing wetter, and you squeezed your thighs together, drawing Brian in as deep as you could go, making him hiss.

“Oh, feeling a bit needy, huh?” Roger murmured. One of his hands slid into your underwear.

He moaned. “Brian, she’s so wet,” he said.

Brian’s hips jerked forward, and you gagged a little. He rushed out, “Sorry, sorry, fuck.”

“You’re fine, sweetheart, just breathe,” Roger said soothingly, as he started to rub your clit. “You’re doing so well. No one else has touched you in so long, huh?”

You pulled off Brian to catch your breath, jerking him off with your hand. You kept your eyes on him, but you responded to Roger. “No, Daddy,” you panted.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you don’t have to answer me, just focus on your other Daddy, all right?”

You shuddered, and Brian whispered, “Fuck.”

“Thank you,” you said, and swallowed Brian down again.

Roger took the opportunity to unclasp your bra with one hand, helping you slide your arms out. He dropped the bra beside Brian on the floor, and kissed your neck. One hand still circled your clit, the other now pinching and tugging at your nipples. “God, I’ve missed your tits,” he growled.

You automatically pushed your hips into Roger’s hand, but he pulled away. You whined.

“Fuck, I dunno how much longer I’m gonna last,” Brian groaned.

You pulled off him again, giving him a break, lapping at his head, running your tongue up his shaft.

Roger teased your entrance with his finger, but didn’t press in, just continued teasing your clit. You were running purely on muscle memory, focusing on nothing else but the mounting pleasure in your core.

“Look at you,” Roger breathed. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already getting close to coming all over my fingers.”

You let Brian go, arching back into Roger. “Fuck,” you said, your voice high and breathy.

Roger’s hips jerked against the small of your back. His hand let go of your chest to come to rest against your throat, and you moaned helplessly.

“I wouldn’t try choking her if you’ve never done it before,” Brian warned. “You have to do it properly or you’re gonna kill her.”

Oh, fuck, but what a way to go.

“Wasn’t going to,” Roger said. His fingers started rubbing faster, with more purpose, no longer just teasing, and you squirmed in his grip.

“Please let me come, please,” you whimpered.

Brian started leisurely stroking himself. “Christ,” he said. “She looks…”

“I know,” Roger said. “And she’s all ours. Can you believe it?”

“Not in the slightest.” Brian never took his eyes off you. “You gonna let her come?”

Roger’s fingers slowed down, back to teasing, and you twitched. “No, Daddy, please, please,” you sobbed.

“You think I should?” Roger asked casually, like he was asking if he should get pizza for dinner.

Brian shuddered, gripping the base of his cock. “Tease her for a bit more. I want her to come while she’s sucking me off, but if she starts doing it now I’m gonna come, like, immediately. Fucking hell.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you ground out.

Roger’s hand stopped, and your hips bucked forward, trying to find friction again. “Hey, don’t be smart with him,” Roger said sharply. “You try that shit again, you’re not coming at all, understood?”

You made a pathetic noise of protest, but nodded. “Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Apologise to him, not to me.”

You looked up Brian. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Brian bit his lip. “I could get used to having you well-behaved like this. Touch her tits, Rog.”

“Don’t fuckin’ boss me around, thanks,” Roger said, but he did as Brian told him to, moving his hand from your throat back to your chest, playing with your nipples.

“Now, you’re gonna keep sucking my dick,” Brian said, gripping your jaw in his hand. Roger brushed his lips down your throat, pressing a single kiss to where your neck met your shoulder. “And your other Daddy’s gonna touch you until you come everywhere like you clearly so desperately need to.”

Roger ground against you, moaning low in the back of his throat.

“But I don’t want to come just yet,” Brian continued. Your eyelashes fluttered, and he gripped your jaw more firmly. “Listen. Are you listening?”

You hummed in confirmation. You were listening. But it was hard. There was so much happening to distract you.

“I don’t want to come yet,” Brian said again. “So if I get too close, you’re going to stop sucking my dick, but that means that Roger stops touching you. Which means, if you’re going to come, you have to do it quick, otherwise who knows how long we’ll make you wait. Understand?”

You nodded.

“Roger, do you think she gets it?”

“Hard to tell.” Roger’s hand snuck in between your legs again, his touch light over your underwear, and you moaned desperately. “Explain to me what Brian just said, sweetheart.”

“I…” Your breathing was ragged. “I have to – come before Daddy does, otherwise I– I won’t get to come at all.”

“Good girl. Go on, get going, then.”

You leant forward and swallowed Brian down, and Roger resumed touching you, making you whine. You were pretty sure Roger’s hand was a gift to you from God himself.

It was more than a little difficult to focus on your task when you were so close to an orgasm. You could tell you were sloppy, drooling all over Brian’s cock, your hand jerking him off irregularly, your jaw aching. But you could also tell he was holding back, his chest heaving, his skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. You were so close to coming, so close, but you didn’t think you were close enough. You just needed something more, something inside you, and you normally were perfectly happy with coming from clit stimulation alone, but tonight you just needed, you needed–

Brian wrenched you away, panting out, “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, ah.” He gripped the base of his cock. “Jesus Christ, I almost f– fucking came, oh God I’m so close.”

Roger’s hands were gone from you entirely, and you collapsed forward, bracing your knees, your body twitching as it searched for its release but came up empty. “No, no,” you whined. “No, I was…”

“You were too slow, is what you were,” Brian said. “Oh my God.”

“Sweetheart,” Roger said from behind you, “come here.”

You turned around on all fours, shakily, to find Roger sitting up against your pillow, one hand raking through his hair. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at you. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you said automatically, and crawled over to him. You sat down beside him, your hands in your lap, gnawing on your lip. You hoped you weren’t going to get reprimanded for not coming soon enough.

Roger sighed, and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, then slid to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “What to do with you,” he murmured.

“Maybe get her naked?” Brian suggested dryly. He’d taken his underwear off completely, and was joining you on the bed. “Do something with her, so I can fuck her, because I am genuinely at my wit’s end.”

You licked the tip of Roger’s thumb, and his eyes flicked to you in thought. “I’m gonna make her come, I reckon.”

“What, you think she deserves it? After that?”

“I’m gonna make her come,” Roger said again, lying you down on your back, “and then you’re gonna make her come.”

Brian was sceptical. “Why?”

“Because I miss hearing the sounds she makes,” Roger said simply. “And I want to get my mouth on her.”

Brian’s eyes lit up. “Huh,” he said.

“And sure, I think she deserves it. Wasn’t her fault you were so close to creaming yourself.”

Brian narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything as Roger lay you down and sat between your legs. You watched with bated breath as you lifted your hips so he could slide your panties down your legs, tossing them away.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, staring at your dripping cunt. He looked to Brian. “Changed your mind yet?”

Brian swallowed heavily, his eyes drinking in your naked body. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

You went to press your thighs together, but Roger caught you, pushing your knees apart, flat on the bed. “Ah-ah-ah, I don’t think so,” he said. “You’re keeping them nice and open, all right?”

You nodded, and then remembered your rule, so you blurted out, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” Roger said, and then settled on his stomach. “Brian, go kiss her.”

“You’re not allowed to tell me what to do, either,” Brian muttered, but crawled further up your body and leant over you, kissing you deeply.

Roger’s lips and tongue were on your thighs, soft, and adoring, almost, and it made your body tremble. You tried not to complain about how slowly he was going, but soon you started to squirm a little, whining into Brian’s mouth impatiently, gripping his hair. Brian broke the kiss to pin your wrists by your head. “Stop whingeing,” he said.

You pouted, and your back arched a touch as Roger drew even closer to where you needed him most.

Brian let your wrists go, and lightly caressed your body, his eyes never leaving your face. You gritted your teeth, but, Christ, this was torture.

Then Roger’s breath was fanning over you, and your breath was coming in short pants, and Brian’s hand was drifting ever-closer to your throat, and you thought you might die right then and there, but then Roger licked into you, and Brian’s hand closed around your throat, and you thought you might die for an entirely different reason.

One of your hands immediately flew to Roger’s hair, the other to Brian’s wrist, and you blurted out, “Thank you, Daddy, thank you, please.”

Brian blinked at you in confusion, and he twisted to look at Roger, who was eating you out like you were his last meal on Earth. “Is the thanking thing you?”

Roger nodded, humming against you, and you twitched, gasping.

Brian looked back to you, shaking his head a little. “Can’t believe you thank him just for touching you,” he said under his breath, but focused back on task, his grip tightening, making your head swim.

Roger could feel the way your body shifted under Brian’s grip, and he ramped things up, sliding a finger into you, focusing his tongue on your clit. You instinctively rolled your hips against his face, tugging on his hair, making him moan, which in turn shot a bolt of arousal through your blood.

You whined.

Brian squeezed a little tighter, and your mouth fell open. You weren’t struggling to breathe – Brian was an expert at this by now – but it was almost as if you could feel the air dragging against your oesophagus. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, but the effort to do was suddenly overwhelming. All you could do was strengthen your grip on his wrist.

Roger worked a second finger into you, pumping them in and out, and you made a choked sound. You looked up at Brian pleadingly – it was a face Brian knew well, and he leant down to kiss the corner of your lips. “She’s so close, Rog,” he said. Then to you: “I bet it feels so good, having someone hold you down by your throat while someone else goes down on you. You’ve been dreaming about this for months, haven’t you? How many times have you pictured this? Made yourself come thinking about us doing this to you, and you have no control whatsoever?” He nipped at your earlobe, and you yanked Roger’s hair even harder. He moaned, crooking his fingers, searching for your G-spot.

“You look perfect,” Brian added. “Like you were born to do this. Maybe next time I’ll hold you down and fuck your throat while Roger eats you out.”

He let your throat go. You felt like you were about to explode. Then Roger found your G-spot, and he pressed down on it, and your orgasm crashed through you, your body twitching. Roger coaxed you through it, gently, until you made a small sound, and he kissed your thigh and withdrew his fingers. You let go of his hair with stiff fingers.

“I missed the sound you make when you come,” he said with a contented hum, kissing your thigh again. “And you pulling my hair, missed that too.”

Brian ducked his head to kiss your throat. “Tell me when I can have my turn,” he murmured against your skin.

You laughed weakly. “I’m still…” You took a few gulping breaths. “Still recovering from that, Bri.”

“I know.”

Roger wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and crawled up to your other side, hovering above you, and drew you in for a messy kiss. “What do you say?” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you sighed.

“So weird,” Brian muttered. His hand smoothed down your front, to your hip, and he bit at your throat, pressing his thumb into your hip.

You allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss with Roger, tasting yourself on his tongue and lips.

You wondered, briefly, if you had actually died, and gone to Heaven. Could that have happened? Could you be in Heaven right now? Because it sure as fucking hell felt like it.

Brian’s fingers started creeping towards your thighs, and you could tell he was starting to get impatient by how he was most certainly sucking a hickey into your neck. But you didn’t want to break your kiss with Roger, so you just reached down and took his wrist, tugging it between your legs.

Brian lapped at the hickey, soothing it. “You ready?” he said, and you nodded, then deepened your kiss with Roger, who happily obliged.

Brian began kissing down your body – far more quickly than Roger had kissed your thighs – and lay down between your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and yanked you closer to him, making you yelp and bump noses with Roger. Roger breathed out sharply in a small huff of exasperation, and shuffled further down, capturing your lips again.

Brian’s mouth was needy and reverent, his tongue pressing into your entrance, his nose nudging your clit.

You sighed, and Roger smiled against your mouth, then moved his kisses along your jaw, down your throat, along your collarbone, down to your chest. His tongue dragged over your nipple as Brian slid two fingers into at once, and you let out a shaky cry.

Brian’s fingertips found your G-spot with ease, and he massaged it as his tongue swirled around your clit. Your stomach dropped, and you could rapidly feel yourself climbing again.

“Yes, just like that,” you panted, rolling your hips. “So good, Daddy.”

Roger switched his mouth to your other nipple, and you raked your hand through his hair. Brian pushed a third finger into you, and sped up, fucking you a little faster, his mouth working a little harder.

“Fuck,” you moaned, and Brian took it as a cue to step it up even more.

“Oh, fuck,” you said. “Fuck, I’m close.”

Roger’s kisses remained soft, and he kissed the valley between your breasts, then back up your throat. “You gonna come for us again?” he said, kissing your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Come on, sweetheart, let go. Wanna see you come apart.”

You sobbed, and Brian sucked on your clit, then you tumbled over the edge once again, and Roger swallowed your cry.

You’d barely come back to yourself when Brian started biting and sucking at your inner thigh. You managed a smile. Brian could never pass up the opportunity to mark you up.

“How long do you think you’ll need to recover?” Roger asked, sitting back.

You shook your head, then winced when Brian bit down particularly hard. “Uh, a few minutes at most. I’ll be sensitive, though, so it might be a bit harder for me to come again.”

“That’s fine,” Roger said. “We’ll just have to work harder. Isn’t that right, Brian?”

Brian lifted his head. “What?”

“I said, dearest, we’ll just have to work a bit harder.”

“At what?”

“Making me come again,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Brian said. He surveyed his work, and then pressed a kiss to where your thigh was throbbing. “Fuck, that looks hot,” he said approvingly.

“You’re not even naked yet, Rog,” you said, plucking at the waistband of his underwear.

He grinned. “Wanna take them off for me?”

He shuffled back, and you sat up. Brian took the opportunity to surge forward and steal a kiss, then sit beside you, still keeping an eye on your thigh hickey, looking proud of himself.

Roger went onto his knees, and you dropped a light kiss to his stomach, then worked his underwear down to his knees. He was half-hard, and you let him sit back to kick his underwear away, then nudged him back onto his knees. You kept eye contact with him as you let a string of saliva fall from your lips into your hand, then slid your fist up and down his cock a few times, then brought your mouth to the tip to suckle at it.

Roger moaned, and it caught Brian’s attention. He pressed up close to you, pressing his teeth into your shoulder.

You resisted rolling your eyes at his neediness, then held out your free hand. “Spit,” you said to him, and he did, then you reached down and started jerking him off, and returned to Roger simultaneously.

Brian curled his fingers around your wrist, helping guide you into a good rhythm, which you appreciated – it was hard to keep track of what you were doing. There was no talking now; the only sounds in the room were the boys panting and moaning, occasionally swearing, and you lightly sucking Roger off, the slick sound of you jerking them off.

You worked them both until they were fully hard, Brian basically pawing at you in desperation, Roger trying not to buck his hips.

“I need to fuck you,” Roger moaned. “I need to fuck you right now, Jesus.”

“We both do,” Brian said, a touch irritably.

“You’ve already just about come,” Roger countered. “I’ve only barely got my undies off.”

Brian sighed heavily. “Ugh, all right, then,” he grumbled.

Roger stopped your hand, guided your head away, and dropped onto his haunches, kissing you. “How d’you want me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I don’t mind,” you said. “Whatever you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“How about riding me, would you wanna ride me? I’ve missed seeing you bouncing in my lap.”

You bit your lip. “Mm, yeah, sounds good to me.”

Roger kissed you again. “Just getting the stuff,” he said. “Keep Brian entertained so he doesn’t start whining again.”

“Oi,” Brian said, but he quickly shut up when you turned to him and kissed him, continuing to wank him off.

You heard Roger heading to his wardrobe and fishing out lube and condoms, and then the bed dipped as he made his way back to you. “My turn,” he said gleefully, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your shoulder, making you jump in surprise, giggling.

You twisted in his arms to kiss him, and then he let you go, shuffling back, lying down.

You took a condom and ripped the packet open with your teeth, waggling your eyebrows at him. When you took the condom out, you glanced at Brian. “You wanna put it on him?” you offered, holding it out.

“No,” Brian said, deadpanned, and Roger slapped your thigh.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.” You rolled it onto Roger, and then drizzled lube onto your palm, slathering it on his cock. He sucked in a breath.

You straddled his lap, and leant down to kiss him. He kissed you back eagerly, and then your hand was reaching behind you to find his cock, only to bump against his hand, which was already gripping it. You lined yourself up, and then slowly slid down, your breath catching at the stretch. Roger moaned, but stayed still as you took your time. It had been a while, after all.

You settled in Roger’s lap, wiggling your hips a little, enjoying the sensation of feeling so full again, finally. You clenched around him, moaning on a soft sigh, and Roger’s breath hitched. “Move,” he said, and you started rocking, building up until you were braced on his shoulders, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You changed the rhythm, slowing down a little, feeling the drag of his cock in and out of you, and you leant down to kiss him. Your kisses small, exchanged between panting into each other’s mouths. His hands went to your waist, feeling the arch of your back, and you sat back again to quicken the pace.

You looked over to Brian, who was watching intently, but looked almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to intrude on such an intimate scene.

“Daddy,” you said, holding out a hand to him.

He crawled over, and you stop bouncing in Roger’s lap to cup his face in your hands, kissing him. “Can you touch me?” you breathed.

He nodded, transfixed by you. “Yeah,” he said softly. His hand went to your clit, massaging, and you rolled your hips against his hand.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you moaned.

You went to speed up again, but Roger stopped you with a hand on your thigh. “Just take it slow, sweetheart,” he said. “Let Daddy touch you. Feels good, you clenching around me like that.”

Brian moved in closer – almost as if he was happy with getting Roger’s blessing of his involvement – and you tilted your head to the side so Brian could kiss and nip at your neck, your eyes closing, your hips rocking a little, rhythmically.

Roger swore under his breath.

You whimpered. “I…”

“What?” Brian murmured.

You shivered. “I just… It’s…” You didn’t know how to articulate it. Having both of you touch me like this is overwhelming, you wanted to say. I need both of you, all of you, I love this.

“It’s all right,” Roger said soothingly. “You don’t have to say anything.”

You dragged yourself up his cock and back down again, and he groaned, his hands flying to your hips. You pressed your hands against his chest, and then rolled forward, shuddering.

You took Brian’s wrist and guided it away, lifting it to your lips and pressing a kiss to it. “Don’t go too far,” you said. “As soon as Roger comes, I want you fucking me like this, here, from behind. Yeah?”

Brian’s mouth fell open, looking like his brain short-circuited, and you laughed. “W– Uh, yes,” he said. “Roger, are you all right…?”

“Sure,” Roger said with a grin. “Give it a go, why not.”

Brian shuffled a little further back, and you turned to Roger with renewed energy, fucking him with purpose now, and he let out a stuttering moan.

You kept going, feeling your own orgasm building deep within you, and Roger’s hips were thrusting up to meet yours. “Fuck, don’t stop,” Roger gasped. “I’m…”

You were vaguely aware of Brian rummaging around, trying to find the condom that had disappeared off the side of the bed.

Roger hit the perfect spot inside you, and you let out a cry, your hand going to your clit, rubbing furiously, moaning out Roger’s name.

Roger’s hips stuttered. “I’m so cl– close, sweetheart, shit.”

“Want you to come, Daddy, please.”

You were getting close yourself, and you looked to Brian.

He was squeezing his cock, almost in awe at the sight. When he noticed you staring at him, his hips jerked. “You look fucking incredible,” he said.

And that was the final straw. You came, your whole body shuddering, and you doubled over. You heard Roger blurt out your name, and then his chest tensed under your hand as he came right after you.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath, still twitching with the aftershocks. Your face felt hot.

You looked Roger, and the two of you smiled, and you leant down to kiss him. He gently pulled up, helping you lift your hips.

Your ass was in the air. You turned your head to look at Brian.

“Daddy,” you said, breathless. Roger kissed your jaw.

Brian bit his lip. “You sure you’re all right?”

You nodded, drained, but ready. “Fuck me.”

So Brian crawled over, and you turned your head to kiss Roger again as Brian settled on his knees behind you, between Roger’s legs.

When Brian pushed into you, you felt like the air had been sucked from your lungs.

Your head dropped onto Roger’s shoulder, and he rubbed your back soothingly. You bit down on his shoulder, hard, and despite the fact that he usually wasn’t into too much biting, he let you.

Brian hissed. “Christ.”

“Good girl,” Roger whispered, dropping a kiss to your ear. “You’re taking him so well, took both of us so well.”

Then Brian was buried to the hilt. You pulsed around him, an afterthought from your previous orgasm, and you felt him twitch inside you. “You… Is she all right?” he asked.

You let go of Roger’s shoulder, lapping at the bite mark in apology, and you nodded. “I’m good,” you murmured.

“Yeah, she’s good,” Roger said to Brian. Then to you: “Can you lift your head for me, sweetheart?”

You struggled onto all fours, and Roger brushed your hair from your face, his eyes watching yours carefully. Brian squeezed your hip.

“Brian,” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me. Please.”

So he did. Starting off slower at first, but you could tell how pent-up he was, because it didn’t take much encouragement for him to fuck you faster. You tensed now and again from oversensitivity, but you could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, just out of reach.

Roger murmured praise to you, telling you how good you were, how gorgeous you looked like this, all fucked-out, and he kissed you and kissed you.

Brian kept up praise of his own, one hand still gripping your hip, the other smoothing up your back, down your sides, squeezing your ass every now and again.

You tilted your hips, and then Brian was hitting your G-spot, and you moaned pathetically, your back arching. Roger reached between you and began gently massaging your clit, and you sobbed.

“Fuck, Brian, you should see her face,” Roger said. “She looks incredible, keep fucking her like that.”

“Yeah?” Brian panted.

“Yeah, I think she’s getting close.”

You nodded, and Roger quickened his fingers.

Brian drove into you so hard that you almost bumped your forehead against Roger’s, and you put out a hand on the bed, above Roger’s head, to steady yourself. “Fuck, Brian,” you moaned. “Please, Daddy.”

“Fucking…” Brian maintained the pace, hard and deep. “Come on my cock, come on.”

“Come for us,” Roger said. “Come on, sweetheart, you’re so close, I can feel it, wanna see your face. Come all over Brian’s cock, I know you want to, come on.”

You let out a gasping sob. “Please,” you whined, although you didn’t even know who you were talking to anymore. Both of them at once. You were teetering on the edge, your body screaming at you.

Roger pulled you in for a searing kiss, and then Brian nudged your G-spot again, and you were coming, feeling it roll over you like a broken dam, your heart beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird, your body trembling. Roger felt it under his fingers and he kissed you like it was a victory, like he was over the moon, and Brian cried out, coming as he felt you pulse around him.

“Good girl,” Roger said, kissing you. “So gorgeous, so good for us.”

You were trying not to collapse on top of him with Brian still inside you, but all of your limbs were trembling.

“Fuck,” Brian said weakly, and then he pulled out of you and fell onto all fours, crawling beside Roger. “Come here,” he said, and gently pulled you over towards him.

You fell in a heap between the two of them, and all three of you just lay there for what felt like an eternity. Not speaking, not cuddling. Just lying there, processing everything that had just happened.

You were the first to speak. “I am gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow.”

Brian and Roger chuckled.

“No, I mean it,” you said. “You two are gonna have to carry me everywhere.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Roger said. “You did come more times than either of us.”

“Combined,” Brian added.

“And just look at the consequences,” you said. “Really, you two got off easy.”

“Hmm,” Roger said again in thought, “like I said, you came more times than either of us. I think you’re the one who gets off easily.”

You snorted a laugh, slapping his chest with a floppy hand.

“I’ll go get a towel for you,” he said, rolling onto his elbow to give you a kiss, and then swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

He’d barely stood up before Brian ran his hand over your hip, squeezing it, and when you turned to look at him, he kissed you. “You’re fucking incredible,” he said.

You grinned.

“It’s true,” Roger said, from where he was throwing out his condom and pulling on his underwear. “You are.”

“I could get used to this,” you said. “Getting fucked and then told how amazing I am just for getting fucked.”

“If it meant more of what happened tonight, I’d be more than happy to slather on as much praise as you like,” Roger said. “Back in a sec.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” you called. He gave you a wink as he left.

Brian grimaced, and rolled onto his back to take off his spent condom, tying it closed. “Ugh, I hate it when you do that.” He dropped it beside the bed.

“Do what, Dad?”

“Eugh, no! Not Dad! Why does he get Daddy and I get Dad?”

“Because you hate it so much,” you said with a giggle. “And you’re a drama queen.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “I am not a fucking…” He shook his head, and just kissed you.

Roger returned a few moments later, damp cloth in hand. He didn’t interrupt you and Brian – well, he didn’t intend to, but the moment the cloth touched your skin, you leapt five feet in the air.

“Rog, that’s freezing,” you gasped.

“Oh, shit, forgot to warm up the water, sorry,” Roger said. He scrambled to his feet. “Sorry, I’ll be back.”

He disappeared out the door.

“Check-in?” Brian said.

You smiled at him. “I don’t know how the fuck that worked so well,” you said, “but it worked really fucking well, and I am actually kinda really proud of us.”

Brian smiled. “Me too.”

“And whatever this weird… situation is between us, I really love it, and I don’t want it to change.”

Brian’s smile widened. “Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

Roger bolted back into the room and closed the door behind him, his eyes wide. “I, er, just walked in on your roommate and some girl getting it on in the hallway,” he said slowly. “And they definitely noticed me. That’s fine, except I can never look Lucy in the eye again, because it’s very clear that I just had wild sex, and I’m in my underwear, and she was only half-dressed, and it’s all very awkward and awful and I’m going to never leave your room again, sorry.”

You laughed, and Roger hurried over, dumping the cloth on Brian’s chest with a wet slap and burying his face in your pillow.

Brian sighed, but picked up the cloth and passed it to you, and you wiped yourself down. “Well, you’re both welcome to stay over,” you said. You went to toss the cloth over the side of the bed, but Brian took it from you, and got to his feet with a groan, pulling on his underwear, tossing out his condom, and heading to the door.

You turned to Roger. “How’re you feeling about all this?” you said.

He turned to his face to you. “Great,” he said, his voice half-muffled by the pillow. “Yeah, I fuckin’ loved it.”

“Same,” you said with a smile.

“Bet you did.”

You sent him a mock-scowl, and he sent one back, making you laugh.

“I’m surprised how, like, not-jealous I was,” Roger added. “Even though Brian and I talked about it a bit beforehand, I was still expecting… I dunno. For me to get all jealous, and for him to get all cranky. But it seemed to work out.” He shrugged. “Probably ’cause it’s you. Everything seems to just work itself out when you’re involved.”

You went to respond, but Brian hurried into the room, and closed the door behind him. “So,” he said, and swallowed heavily, “I also just walked in on Lucy and that girl, but they’re now in the kitchen, and I just automatically went to the kitchen instead of the bathroom, but they were there, and it’s also very clear that I just had wild sex, and I’m in my underwear, and now both Roger and I are never leaving your room again.”

You sighed. “Guys.”

“Not my fault,” both Brian and Roger said simultaneously.

Later that night, you stirred as Brian climbed back into bed. “Sorry, just went to the loo,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to your forehead. You shifted back into Roger behind you, then ushered Brian close, and he wrapped an arm around you. You snuggled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

A few minutes later, you were just about to drift back to sleep when you heard Roger whisper behind you, “Brian?”

Brian grunted. “What?”

Roger shushed him. “She asleep?”

“Think so, yeah. Why?”

Roger hesitated. “Did you, um, have a check-in?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Sorta, yeah.”

“Okay.”

A beat.

“Did you wanna do one?” Roger asked.

“What for?”

“You know what for.”

“We didn’t sleep together.”

“Well, no, but…” Roger sighed. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Wait, no, sorry,” Brian said. “The rule about check-ins is that you can’t back out of one. So. If you’re asking for one, then I can’t say no. And you’re right, anyway.” He took a breath. “I had a really nice time tonight. And I– I felt comfortable. With you. And I… I’m glad we got to do it together. And I’d be happy to do it again.”

“Same,” Roger said. “I, um– I’m happy, with this.”

You tried to suppress a smile. But it was hard. This was fuckin’ cute as hell.

“Great,” Brian said. “Good. That’s– that’s good.”

“Yep,” Roger said. “So, um. G’night.”

“Night, Rog.”

They both settled down again, cuddling in closer to you. You felt Roger’s arm tighten around your stomach, and Brian’s around your ribs. Roger pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, and Brian to your forehead.

You bit your lip, but it was too late – you were beaming, your heart ready to burst.

You closed your eyes, and allowed yourself to sink into the warmth of the two bodies wrapped around you.

“Wait,” Roger hissed. “Brian.”

Brian groaned softly. “What?”

“Do you think Friday’s still on?”

“What?”

“We arranged to do this on Friday. D’you think tonight cancels that out, or...?”

“Christ, Roger–”

“Shh.”

Brian huffed, and then lowered his voice again. “I don’t know, is my answer. We can talk about it in the morning, all right? You’re bloody insatiable.”

“I was just wondering,” Roger said, and you could hear the sulky pout in his voice.

“Yes, it’s still on,” you mumbled.

You felt them both start in surprise, but you just pulled them both close again. “It’s still on,” you said again. “Now go back to sleep.”

They both settled down again.

There was a blissful moment of silence.

“Do you wanna fuck her first next time, or–”

“Roger, I swear to God.”

“I was just trying to be nice! Jeez.”

You smiled.

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