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calebsmoocher · 8 days ago

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Strip poker with Caleb & Zayne ;)

A storm's brewing in Linkon, but a worse storm is brewing in between the thin walls of her apartment. There's nothing like a light game of strip poker to ease the tension. cw: smut (MDNI), double pen, overstimulation, multiple rounds, aftercare !!

“Warning! Severe weather event is impending. Residents are strongly advised to stay indoors!”

Squeezing the last bits of window sealant in the frame, she takes a step back and smooths a hand over her forehead.

“That should be it. I doubt any rain will get in, but better to be safe than sorry.” She shoots a playful wink at Zayne. He’s got his work shirt rolled up just above his elbows as he squats down to assess the lower window frames. The top of his shirt is unbuttoned and it hangs loose around his collarbones, giving her a glimpse of the glisten of sweat that has started to accumulate.

“Warning! Severe weather event is impending. Residents are strongly advised to stay indoors! Residents located in Southeast Linkon are likely to be affected by heavy rainfall and flash flooding.”

She clicks off the smart radio. Linkon is in a state of panic, with residents locking up for the approaching storm. It’s almost four in the afternoon, and the storm is supposed to hit in an hour. Zayne had come over on his break, much to her dismay, to help her prepare. But he was also adamant on driving back to the hospital before the storm was in full effect.

“Zayne, everyone will be on the roads now. Maybe you should stay here.” He hauls himself up, dusting off his hands on his pants. He gives her a small smile.

“If the roads are dangerous, I promise to turn around. But if the hospital loses power, they’ll need me there.”

She hums, brows furrowed.

“Let me come with you then. Maybe I can help out. The metaflux index is also predicted to rise during the storm. With everything going on, wanderers might even creep into civilian zones.”

Zayne hesitates, carefully choosing his next words.

“I… don’t want you out in the storm.”

She places a hand on her hip. “Me neither.”

Zayne’s resolve dissolves into gentle laughter, shoulders shaking as he pushes his glasses up.

“I should’ve known you’d resort to such childish methods. Fine. I’ll stay, if it keeps you inside.” She laughs with him, inching closer until she’s close enough to tip his chin up with her index finger. Their knees brush together and she balances on her tippy-toes.

“It’s childish to protect the city, now?” He steadies her hips with his hands. “Suddenly it’s childish to want to protect Akso’s chief surgeon from a potential wanderer attack?”

Zayne’s eyes dance over her face. The stretch of her smile causing his own lips to tug. He basks in the silence, moving a hand to cradle her jaw. Before she can back away he nips at her nose, placing a gentle, fleeting kiss. Then his eyes divert down to the lack of space between them.

Suddenly a murmur fills the air. A sudden breeze ruffling her curtains.It’s already started to rain.

The storm is here.

Her doorbell rings. She pauses, still searching Zayne’s expression before pulling herself away and settling back down onto her heels. She lets a hand slide down his shirt while doing so, lips quirking with the way his breath deepens.

The doorbell rings again. A neighbour most likely. Maybe they needed help sealing up their apartment as well. But as she pulls open the door, Caleb pants out in front of her, holding countless of overfilled bags in his arms.

“Caleb!?”

He steps into her apartment, still out of breath.

“I got off work as soon as I could. Picked you up some stuff when I heard about the storm warning. Got you a few power banks in case you lose power; some canned stuff too. Oh, and, I didn’t know if you had a generator so I brought mine over--”

She gapes up at him. He’s really lugging all that around!? Hands flying out to alleviate the weight, she takes a few bags from him and sets them down. He’s still in his fleet uniform minus the cap and jacket, and the material of his shirt is damp with sweat. He shoots her a grin before checking out the place.

“Wow, you really sealed this place up--” As his eyes wander over the interior, they land on a certain someone, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Caleb swallows, blinking almost immediately like his body needs to reboot.

“Caleb.” Zayne is the first one to speak, giving him a polite nod. “How are you doing?”

Caleb almost laughs. “Doc! What are you doing here?”

Pulling the rest of the bags from him, she awkwardly places them in a corner.

“Zayne came over to help me prepare,” she says. “Really, if it wasn’t for him, I’d be a lost cause.”

Zayne rubs at his neck. The silence is uncomfortable.

“I have to get back to the hospital now.” Offering a smile to her, he takes a step toward the door. “You’re kidding,” Caleb interjects. “The storm’s about to hit. Why don’t you stay here until it passes?”

Zayne looks between them. And she offers a purse-lipped smile.

“That’s what I’ve been saying. Please, Zayne, it’s so dangerous for you to be driving right now.”

“I really don’t want to intrude--”

“Nonsense,” she says, waving her hands. She recognises the slip in his demeanour as Caleb watches him, the subtle rigidity coming to light. “I mean…we’re all friends here.”

“Yeah, it’ll be just like old times!” The sneer in Caleb’s voice flies right by her, and Zayne can only nod in defeat. Would it be better to die on the side of the road or suffer through this? He can’t say.

As they settle in for the night, the thick of the storm quickly approaches.

“We should turn off the lights if you’re not using them,” Caleb says, going around and flicking off the lights to her kitchen, and bathroom. He leaves the living room light on, pulling her down onto the couch. “Come on, Doc. Or are you gonna sit in the dark by yourself?”

Zayne enters the living room slowly. One of his hands is stuffed awkwardly in his pocket while the other fidgets with the fabric of his pants. Caleb’s got his back to them as he digs through her cabinets. Zayne’s gaze flicks between them. How he operates so seamlessly into her apartment. And how she pays him no mind. But he stifles the thought as quickly as it arrives as she slides up from the couch and approaches him, tugging him further into the room.

“Relax,” she whispers despite her own rigid shoulders.

“So what have you been up to, Doc?”

“Nothing really. Work keeps me busy. Recently, I’ve been getting assigned to Skyhaven’s central hospital.”

“Saving lives, that’s not nothing.” Caleb’s back is still turned, and the clatter of objects fills the room. “I’ll know just where to go if I put my back out, hey?”

She rolls her eyes, cheeks heating as she listens to Caleb’s attempt at conversation.

“Caleb, what are you looking for?”

“Aha.” He turns around, wagging a deck of cards in his hands. “Here’s something for us to do.”

“I didn’t even realise I had that.”

He takes a seat on the carpet, resting his back against the foot of the couch.

“It’s quite the trip from Akso Hospital to here, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d argue the trip from Skyhaven is quite a bit longer,” Zayne replies. Caleb shrugs.

“I’m used to it by now.” He toys with the cards in his hands, letting them slide out and cascade back into his other hand. He smiles to himself, nodding his head in his mindless fiddling.

The girl sighs, settling down on the carpet as well. She hugs her knees to her chest watching over the two of them carefully. Even in their childhood, there was always this underlying animosity between them. Something that only became apparent when they had grown out of having playdates. And it’d be a struggle to get Zayne to even agree to come play. Most of the time, it was just her and Caleb, pretending to be secret agents as they hid around the park. And then she’d whine and complain, adamant that they needed a third person--needed Zayne to complete their theatrics.

Caleb speaks through his laughter, apparently reminiscing as well. “It was so hard to get you to loosen up as a kid. What did you do for fun?”

Zayne matches his laughter. “I was a bit of a shut-in. I remember having fun with the two of you, though.”

“But?”

“I read a lot. I admit my parents would’ve liked me to go out with the two of you more often. Maybe I was a little shy.” The two of you were always so close.

Even now he stands awkwardly in front of them.

Caleb sighs, flicking the cards between his hands theatrically.

“So what should we play?”

“How about Go Fish?” She suggests.

“Grow up.” Caleb flings a card at her and it hits her shoulder, eliciting a yelp.

“What, you want us to play poker or something?”

Caleb grins. “Aren’t you the gambler?”

She mirrors his smile with a snort.

“Maybe we’ll bleed Akso’s chief dry!”

“Fuck, I don’t have any cash on me right now,” Caleb says with faux disappointment. He rifles through his pockets pointedly before smiling. “Guess we’ll have to bet with something else.”

Zayne keeps his gaze fixed on him, eyes narrowing as he feels the faintest twist in his stomach.

“We can play without money. Card games are fun anyway,” she offers, settling down on the carpet and patting the spot beside her for Zayne to sit. He moves slowly, choosing a spot that’s equal distance from both of them.

“Yeah,” Caleb says lazily. “Yeah, or we could play strip poker.”

Her eyes widen. “I don’t--”

“It’ll be just like when we were younger. You know how to play, right, Zayne?” He nods towards him, face still even.

The girl chokes on her words, feeling a sudden heat at her cheeks. Her gaze shoots towards Zayne, and he’s looking right back at her. A glint of curiosity in them. There’s no way Caleb just said that in front of him.

“Don’t say it like that,” she scolds, fighting off the shake in her voice. “And you know it was just us folding every round. It’s not like we--”

“I know how to play,” comes Zayne’s cool reply. His expression mirrors Caleb’s, the corner of his lips curling ever so slightly.

“Alrighty then.” Caleb smooths the cards before resuming his impressive shuffling. The sound of the cards flicking over each other neatly only sets her anxiety on a downwards spiral. As she looks at Zayne’s relaxed slant, she can’t help but chew on her lip. Has he really played strip poker before? With who? His colleagues at the hospital? She can’t stop the frown from forming on her face.

But the second Zayne’s narrow gaze meets hers, she dips her head.

Two cards are placed in front of her and it snaps her out of her disgruntled state. Carefully, she lifts them up, holding them close to her chest. An eight of spades, and a Queen of clubs. Okay, this could work.

“Just so we’re on the same page. We’ll start with a bet of one clothing item. Player with the lowest hand strips.” Caleb smiles innocently at her. “And since you brought it up, no folding.” She gapes. There’s absolutely no way she’s going to lose.

Caleb unveils the top three cards on the shuffled deck and sets them out. Two of hearts, Queen of hearts, and eight of hearts.

Okay, fuck yeah, she had two pairs. She fights the smile off her face. She was always so bad at hiding her emotions during card games. If she wins this first round, though, that’ll put the two of them in their places.

“Check,” says Zayne. Then he looks at her again.

She taps her fingers at her lips. “Hmm, I’ll raise. Make that two items of clothing.”

Caleb laughs. “Someone’s trying to fast track this. Who do you think has the stronger hand?”

“Who do you want to have the weaker hand?” Zayne speaks up, leaning his cheek against his knuckles.

“May Lady Luck bless neither of you,” she quips. She turns to Caleb, giving him a nod.

“Call, then.”

Rolling his eyes, he sets out the last two cards from the stack. Four of hearts and ten of clubs. Each of them check.

“Alright, flip ‘em.”

She throws down her hand. She has two pairs. Surely she’s winning this round.

“I win. Flush” Her head twists towards Zayne’s cards where a ten of hearts sits proudly on top. That’s five heart cards. Her jaw almost hits the floor. What the fuck! Then she turns to Caleb’s. Nine of diamonds and…seven of hearts.

Holy fuck. Did she just fucking lose?

Caleb snickers at her. “You said it yourself. That’s two items of clothing.” A glare embeds itself on her face. She looks down at herself, mentally counting out how many pieces of clothes she’s got on. Cardigan, t-shirt, pants, socks--surely socks count as two items--and her bra and panties. Okay, so she can manage a few more losses. Thank god it was cold out.

“Yeah, I know,” she sneers. She pulls both her socks off, looking up to see if either of them will contest her.

“Is that cheating?” Comes Caleb’s teasing question.

Zayne answers him. “I don’t think we need to be worried, seeing how poor she is at the game.”

Her next two cards are a Jack of spades and a Jack of clubs. Okay, she’s not going to fall for this again. Even if Jacks rank pretty high.

Caleb reveals the top three cards again: five of hearts, three of hearts, and two of clubs.

No one raises.

She sighs out in relief. The final two cards are revealed: King of spades and Ace of spades.

“Anyone want to raise?” Caleb probes. He shoots her a knowing look and she frowns back. But when the cards are flipped she almost jumps. Her hands wins from her pair of Jacks. The others both have High Cards, but Caleb’s is weaker. Damn, maybe she should have raised.

She turns to him in delight, wagging a finger at him.

“Strip, you loser!”

“I hear you, I hear you.” Caleb unbuttons his shirt, discarding it on the floor. When he settles back down, she notices how he leans slightly back, bracing against the carpet with his palm. His biceps are flexed as they support his weight, and his abs are on full display.

She pulls her gaze away from, taking the initiative to reshuffle and hand out the new cards.

Before the three community cards are revealed Caleb raises.

“Loser removes three items.”

“Caleb, what if that backfires on you?” she probes, prodding at his bare arm. He only leans towards her, casting an arrogant look at Zayne.

“Say, Zayne has yet to lose a round. Why don’t we team up?”

“That’s hardly fair.” She speaks into her cards before turning them to show Caleb. They huddle across from him and the scene is reminiscent of their dynamic from when they were younger: Zayne sitting awkwardly across from them as they muck around doing their homework.

“Oh we have pretty good cards,” she says teasingly.

“Think we’ll win?”

Zayne lets out a small laugh.

“Teaming up doesn’t change anything. One of you could still have a weaker hand than me. Then what? Will the penalty apply to both of you?”

“Loosen up Doc,” Caleb replies.

She draws out the community cards. And after an illegal swapping of cards between them, they’ve ensured that she has two pairs and Caleb has a straight.

“Let’s see then.”

They lay out their cards proudly. Only for Zayne to throw down an Ace and King against the community Queen, Jack, and ten, all from the same suit. Royal Flush.

He cocks his head at them, his sinister smile finally breaking loose. The girl pales. Is this game rigged?

Suddenly she feels the fabric of her cardigan being tugged. Caleb can barely hold his laugh, clutching at his bare stomach as his eyes crinkle.

“Fuck, babe, he got you good.” Heat burns at her cheek as she swats his hand away. She casts her gaze over to Zayne to gauge his reaction. His eyes are half-lidded, a small smile playing at his lips as he stares back at her.

Sliding her arms out of the cardigan’s sleeves, she can’t help but break their shared gaze. Even when her fingers tremble at the hem of her shirt, his eyes stay trained on hers.

Caleb’s eyes dull as he looks between them, his brows drawing close as he chews his lip. For some reason his heart rate picks up, thumping harshly in his ribcage as he stares at the two of them. From the way her ears tinge when she looks up at Zayne, pulling her shirt off and setting it down beside her. To the way he shamelessly stares back, letting his gaze linger over her bra-clad breasts, expression even.

“Holy shit, “ Caleb breathes out a long breath. “You’re fucking your doctor?”

Her breath hitches and she looks back at Caleb, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“I…” The words falter at the tip of her tongue. Her brows crease as she scrutinises every inch of his face. His eyes aren’t narrowed, rather crinkled at the corners. And instead of knitted brows, they arch slightly upwards. Her brain files through about a million possibilities of what he was feeling before it finally clicks with the sharp curl of his lips. He’s amused.

“I had a feeling. I just didn’t know how far you were willing to go.”

Her brows knit together guiltily. She feels like she’s being suspended between them by a fraying rope.

“You know Zayne,” she offers.

“Oh yeah,” he agrees with a nod. “Good old Zayne.” He sits forward, plastering a tight smile on his lips. “So when exactly did this happen? Before or after you breached doctor-patient ethics?”

“Caleb…”

Her hands freeze at the buttons on her shorts, shaking as she blindly fumbles to undo them. Suddenly warmth encases her hands, as Zayne aids her in unbuttoning her shorts. Her gaze is brought back down to him where he’s offering her a smile. Their breaths mingle as she kneels above him. The buttons loosen with a pop before he drags the zipper down.

“You’re burning up.” Zayne brings the back of his hand against her cheek. But his face shows anything but concern. “Are you afraid I don’t know how to share?”

“I’m afraid you’ll think differently of me.”

He offers a small smile. “Why? Because you’ve been stringing along your friend? I think it’s too late for that.”

Caleb scoffs, reaching out to grip her waist. He pulls her out of Zayne’s hold so he can get a clear look at him.

“What do you mean stringing me along? Doc, I didn’t know you had this side to you. You’ve changed. You’re all grown up now.”

Zayne almost laughs, clearly enjoying how easily he riles Caleb up.

“I’m older than you. Apparently you still haven’t learnt how to tell when you're a side piece.”

“Stop it,” the girl interjects. “You’re at each other’s throats. And I thought we were all getting along a second ago.”

The fabric of her shorts hits the ground as Zayne traces his knuckles over her knee. His touch is warm. Calculated and slow as he peers up at her. He offers his other hand to her, and tentatively, she takes it. Sliding her shorts down her shins, he helps her out of them completely, before stroking his palms up the flesh of her thighs.

“I was never good at making friends. I guess you’ll have to mediate this feud between us.”

“I can do that,” she replies, leaning into his touch. She looks over at Caleb, his arm still tight around her waist. His expression is hard, and he looks like a little boy throwing a tantrum beside Zayne.

She sighs, hooking her finger into the waistband of Caleb’s pants and dragging him closer. A gasp leaves his mouth as he stumbles forwards on his knees, towering over the two of them in his upright position.

“Caleb, you lost as well,” she says, curling her finger tighter.

She watches him swallow.

“Surely the belt counts as one item,” he breathes into her. She shakes her head, fingers unbuckling the leather and unlooping it. Caleb’s breaths are shaky, the prominent hard-on he’s sporting beneath his boxers bulging proudly against her knuckles. He’s only got his boxers and socks on left.

“I guess we have a loser,” comes Zayne’s voice against her shoulder. After the penalty of three items of clothing was dealt, he’d be stripped bare. Zayne’s breath tickles her nape and she shivers into his chest. She feels his fingers glide over her throat before turning her head gently to face him. There, he kisses her as Caleb stares up at them, cock throbbing against fabric. He grits his teeth, clenching his fists, but the ache in his boxers only worsens.

Zayne’s breaths are so heavy as he deepens the kiss, hand cupping her jaw. His eyes roll back as her hands slide over his shirt. She begins pulling the unbuttons, breaking the kiss.

“Is this okay?” She asks.

Zayne pulls back, taking his glasses of messily before chasing her lips again. She indulges him before breaking away again.

“I don’t want to rush this. Or put you in a situation where you’re…”

“It’s okay. I want this.”

She nods, resuming her hands on his shirt until it’s off. As she begins working on Zayne’s belt she feels a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist. Caleb presses his chest against her back, smothering her in heat. He nips at her neck, eyes covered by his hair.

“What about me? You gonna ask if I’m okay with this?��

She gasps as he unclasps her bra, arms sliding back around to her breasts. He lets the bra fall into Zayne’s lap, decorating the tent in his pants as he sits beneath them.

“Aren’t you afraid I won’t want to share you?” He looks at Zayne from over her shoulder, still pressing wet kisses into the juncture of her neck.

Zayne answers for her. “You’re still so childish. The only way to remedy this is if you give in to the feeling.”

“Yeah?” Caleb redirects his gaze at her. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes half-lidded with the way he’s groping at her breasts. Massaging the flesh and dragging the pads of his fingers against the buds. Putting on a show for Zayne. “Then what about you? Do you really think you can take both of us?”

She feels her head lull into mush, the effects of being sandwiched between them dizzying. Giving a weak hum in affirmation, she lets her eyes close as heat buzzes at her cheeks.

“Keep going,” Caleb commands her, nudging her hands towards Zayne’s belt. He grinds his cock against her panty-clad cunt, watching as her hands shake to unbuckle the leather. Smoothing her hands over the bulge in Zayne’s briefs, she lets her fingers glide over the elastic waistband. She gives a tentative pull.

“Zayne…”

“Take it off,” he encourages, hands sliding up and down her forearms.

Pulling his cock out, she shimmies his briefs and pants down enough so that they sit comfortably at his thighs. Caleb hums into her skin, peering over her shoulder.

“Wanna taste,” she mumbles, settling comfortably on her shins as she leans down. Zayne reaches up and guides her head slowly, brushing the loose strands of her hair over her ear. Caleb glides a hand over the arch of her back, maneuvering himself far back enough so that he can thumb at her cunt. The fabric is soaked through, and when he pulls at it teasingly, a trail of sticky release strains between it.

Taking Zayne’s cock into her mouth, her ears crinkle at his shaky breaths. The way he shudders and presses down harshly to keep her going. The taste of his pre-cum is sweet as it trickles out of his tip, dribbling against the plush of her lips. She wraps a hand around the base of his cock, using the other to brace against his thigh. Her ears are ember, sighing as Caleb strokes her sex.

He’s got her panties pulled to the side and his fingers barely dipping into her leaking cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet already, baby,” he teases with a harsh nudge at her clit. She jerks forward, Zayne’s cock sliding further into her mouth. The chain reaction causes him to throw his head back, fingers digging into her jaw as he groans through clenched teeth.

“You’ve got Doc all wound up,” Caleb says. But he’s already pulling down his boxers, stroking his cock in time with the gentle bobs of her head.

He taps the head of his cock against her cunt and she whines. Sliding it experimentally over her sex, he makes sure to nudge her clit just right with each stroke. And it leaves her writhing, her moans sending tremors up Zayne’s cock. When he finally pushes in, the stretch has her gasping for air, bracing both hands on Zayne’s thighs. A string of saliva connects her swollen lips to his red tip.

Caleb groans as he hangs his lead low. His grip on her waist is bruising, pulling her to meet his slow thrusts. She can’t even swallow her gasps before Zayne is guiding her back down onto his cock. She suckles on the smooth stretch of skin, using her hand to stroke the bottom half.

“Mmph!” She shudders, eyes closing as she’s jerked forward by the sheer force of Caleb’s thrust. His hands press so harshly into her ass, flesh spills out between his fingers.

Zayne’s cock twitches at the sight, but his voice remains cool.

“Try to be gentle, will you?”

Caleb laughs through his moans. “Say that to me again when you’re not fucking her throat like that, will you?”

Tears spill down her cheeks as she looks up at Zayne. His throat tightens. The sight of her with his cock in her mouth causes him to buck harshly, forcing a gag as she lurches back. But the movement only lodges Caleb further into her. She whines, tears and spit dribbling down at the tip of her jaw. There’s nowhere to go.

Zayne strokes away her tears. He wants to coo and coddle her. Tell her how well she’s taking them both; but it’s all a front. No, he really just wants to thrust his hips harder. See if she’d rather lean forward and gag on his cock or back away and fuck herself deeper on Caleb.

“Are we being too rough?” He strokes her jaw, collecting the globes of hot tears and smearing them down her neck. The sensation makes her writhe.

Through laboured breaths, she manages to shake her head.

“‘s okay,” she mumbles into him. She swirls her tongue under the head of his cock, catching each ridge and vein in a delicious drag. Her eyes clench as she focuses on channeling air through her nose, just like told her to.

“Look at me,” Zayne breathes, a cast of red over his cheeks. His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth is agape as he pinches her jaw.

She keeps her eyes trained on him as she moves her head slowly, sucking in her cheeks. She experiments with the movements of her tongue, pointing it and tracing harsh lines around his slit. Relishing in the way his composure cracks ever so slightly. But she’s not there yet. Not pushing his buttons hard enough to see him really come undone.

“You look so beautiful,” he says, a smile wiping the discomposure clean off his face. Instead he looks smug.

His breaths are airy compared to Caleb’s, who’s grunting into her ear. His efforts to match his thrusts to her head are long gone, and instead he’s pushing steadily into her. Dragging her hips to meet the piston of his cock so she doesn’t lurch too far forward on Zayne’s cock. It’s a kind act, she realises, as he’s using her.

Suddenly his arms slide up and wrap around her chest, squeezing her tits against his forearms. He leans down until his tongue is close enough to kiss at her ear.

“What about me, huh?” he whines. “I wanna see your face too.” His hands slide further up to her neck, moulding against each gulp as she swallows down a mix of her own spit and Zayne’s pre-cum.

She gasps as he bottoms out completely and stays there, grinding his cockhead against her walls.

“What do you say,” he teases. “Wanna show me that pretty face, now?”

Zayne scoffs. “You’ve always been impatient,” he goads; but he slips his cock out of her mouth nonetheless. It’s red and dripping with their mixed fluids, staining the fabric of his pants.

“You know me so well,” Caleb almost sneers back. “If you want something you can’t hold back.”

He pulls her up onto her knees again, pulling out slowly with a moan. Caleb rubs his palms down her hips and ass before turning her towards him.

He captures her lips in a kiss, and wastes no time before sliding his tongue in. She can barely breath as he attacks her swollen tongue, coaxing her jaw wider and sucking harshly. The taste is salty and almost bitter, and Zayne can’t stop the run of his tongue along his lips as witnesses Caleb’s frenzied state. The frantic flex of his jaw and he angles his face to consume her entirely. A pair of hands settle on her lower back and guide her onto her hands and knees. When Caleb grants her a moment to breathe, she looks back at Zayne. He’s taken his shirt off but his pants and briefs still pool at his knees as he positions himself behind her. She feels the slap of his thick cock against her sex.

“Hah, you’re keeping your cool better than me,” Caleb says breathily, the churn of embarrassment and jealousy evident on his face.

She breathes shakily, lips grazing over his length as she watches him. His chest is rising frantically, as he leans back on his elbows.

“How many times have you done this?” A trickle of sweat slides down Caleb’s temple. “How long has this been--”

His words are stolen from his as she envelops him in her mouth harshly.

“Caleb, relax.” Zayne comforts him, eyes no longer narrowed. And Caleb nods, mouth agape as he stifles his groans.

The stretch of Zayne’s cock has her crying out as she gasps up from Caleb. But Caleb’s hand comes around her head harshly, holding her down.

“Don’t close your eyes.” He loops the stray hairs over her ears, cupping her face fully between his hands. “I wanna see everything.”

He thumbs at her tears, eyes almost hazing over as she rocks into him at the force of Zayne’s thrusts. Then his gaze pans up to Zayne in disbelief. Fucking into her with practiced force and rhythm. His hands act on their own, pushing her back down onto his cock, guiding the back of her head in time with the lewd image before him.

Heat burns at her cheeks at the stimulation. At the taste of herself on Caleb’s cock. Spit dribbles out of the corner of her mouth as Caleb works his way deeper. His palm cups her jaw gently as the pads of his fingers rub over the shell of her ear.

“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart,” Zayne says, smoothing her hair as he rocks into her. His other hand brushes over the bruises Caleb has left, tracing the swell of faint rose into an intense red.

His gaze flicks up to Caleb, cocking his head to the side. But his expression is only met with an arrogant twitch of Caleb’s lips.

“Don’t strain yourself.” Zayne leans forward, the angle almost setting off sparks of white in her vision as his fat cock wedges itself against the spongy muscle. His chest blazes against hers and his arms slide over hers, down towards Caleb’s cock.

Caleb gasps, eyes shaking as he can only lean back and watch.

“There are other ways to pleasure him. Don’t put all the work on your throat.” He pushes his body further over hers, wrapping his hands over hers as he guides them slowly to cup one of Caleb’s balls. She tries to lift her head only to be blocked by Zayne’s chin, keeping her lowered and suckling at the tip.

He can feel her inexperience in her hand, but he only guides her fingers to wrap around the flesh more tightly.

“Fuck--” Caleb throws his head back, cheeks an embarrassing shade of red.

Zayne only smirks into her hair.

“Do it gently,” he guides her, pushing her fingers to squeeze. The whimper Caleb lets out is resounding, gasps shaky. “Or harshly. Seems like he likes it when you tense up.”

Zayne guides her other hand to continue stroking Caleb’s length, knuckles hitting her sticky lips as his precum forces its way past her lips.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises with a roll of his hips.

Everything is too much. The pressure in her core, egged on by Zayne’s cruel thrusts, pushing so deep into her.

“Fuck-- I’m gonna--Fuck.” Caleb’s words are almost incoherent as he bucks weakly into her. The pressure Zayne forces her to use on his balls, squeezing his length harshly and she drags it up and down then up again.

She groans down into his cock, words and thoughts muffled by the overwhelming pleasure.

“What do you want to say?” Zayne asks her, not letting her up from Caleb’s cock. “You want to tell him he’s doing a good job? That he’s being a good little mutt for us?”

Caleb fights to produce a scoff but his words are snatched from him as their grip tightens.

“Come on, come for her,” Zayne goads, kissing her ear.

“Hah- F-Fuck you, Doc.”

Where their hands are entwined, Caleb’s sticky precum dribbles in between their fingers. Strings of the fluid stretching between their flesh each time Zayne loosens his grip. Up and down. Up and down. She’s breathless, watching as Caleb comes undone in front of her, elbows shaking as they struggle to support his body. His thighs shake beside her head, threatening to knock her away.

Then Zayne curls over her more, forcing a hand on Caleb’s thigh to still him. The position lodges him so far inside her she comes on the spot, white dots forming over her vision as her brain dissolves into an overwhelming buzz of sound and light.

She cries out, barely hearing the own moan that leaves her trembling lips. Then thick ropes of come fill her mouth as Caleb crumbles beneath her. His eyes are weakly trained on hers, eyelids threatening to seal shut.

Then finally, Zayne lets her gasp up in respite.

Fresh air floods her mouth as she slumps forward into Caleb’s arms. He’s breathless beneath her, hands coming around to stroke her ribs. That searing blush almost brandished into his cheeks as his eyes trace over her flushed state.

“Did you swallow?” He asks weakly.

Instead of answering, she opens her mouth, dragging her clean tongue over her bottom lip with a tired wink.

Caleb gives a groan-infused laugh, throwing his head back against the carpet. As he rolls his head slightly to cast his gaze back up, he focuses on Zayne.

“What? No happy ending back there?”

Zayne scoffs, pulling out gently and massaging her hips. As she looks over her shoulder, true to his word, Zayne is still hard. Tip a flushed and swollen red as it slaps against his abdomen.

“How’s it fair that the two losers get off first?” He laughs.

She pushes up on Caleb’s toned chest, reaching behind her to bring Zayne closer.

“Awh Zayne, don’t be bitter.” But her words quickly come to bite her in the ass when he maneuvers her up onto her knees.

“Surely you aren’t going to fold after the first round.”

Caleb laughs, the bite of competition stirring in his stomach. He pulls her down into a kiss, but it’s all teeth and tongue as he swipes up the remnants of his release from her.

“Caleb,” she gasps before grinning into him.

Caleb clicks his tongue, fisting his cock before pulling her hips over him.

“I’m all in, Doc.”

He tips her jaw up, leaving wet kisses down the juncture of her neck.

“How are you feeling? You wanna keep going?”

She groans against him, nodding in her breathlessness. Zayne runs his hands along the small of her back, lips ghosting her ear again.

“Are you sensitive?”

Her cheeks warm at the attention.

“I don’t want to stop.” She opens her eyes, the corners crinkling as she grinds down against them both. Sure, she was tired from her first orgasm. But the thrill of having them on either side of her, hands grabbing at everything their hands could hold had her cunt pulsing. The proximity, the blend of their scents--of fading cologne and sweat and come--was dizzying. She could feel her own come leaking down her thighs. The excitement turning her stomach into a tangle of live wires.

“Wanna be inside you,” Caleb murmurs against her lips, taking the flesh between his teeth.

He slides in with ease, arms wrapping around her torso.

“Hah--feels so good.” She braces herself against him, fondling his abs.

“Yeah?” Caleb rocks her gently, focusing on depth rather than speed. The squelch of their mixed release is foul as it resounds against the backdrop of rain and thunder. She feels her slick dribble down onto his thighs, creating a sticky mess each time he lowers her back down.

Caleb cocks his head to the side, amused as Zayne rests on his knees, engrossed. His eyes lower, watching as Zayne’s cock twitches with his every thrust. But he makes no move to touch himself. His hands are relaxed at his side and his mouth is agape, like he’s drowning in his thoughts.

“You gonna just watch, Doc?”

Zayne looks up from her pussy, almost like he’s been caught red-handed. Then his hands come up, slowly, to grasp at her waist. They traverse there for a moment, tracing the lines of flared flesh of their shared roughhousing. He lets out a shaky breath, cock throbbing painfully.

She shudders under his touch. Each time she tries to focus on the way his fingers drag over her the sheer force of Caleb’s cock slamming into her pulls her back to the boy in front of her. And it’s this inevitable game of push and pull for her attention that has her mind reeling.

“What is he going to do?” She thinks, unable to turn her head. She can feel his warm breath fan her shoulders. Then the tip of his cock prod the flesh of her ass. Then--fuck--Caleb’s grip on her tightens as he grounds her down into him.

“Think you can take the both of us?” Zayne’s soft voice drifts over her.

What is he going to do?

She hums, unable to voice her affirmation. Eyes fighting to stay open as Caleb is unrelenting below her. The harsh thrusts has her ass bouncing within Zayne’s hands. But true to his profession, his hands remain steady as they slide down to where Caleb is fucking up into her. He swipes up their mixed slick on his finger.

“Is this okay?”

Then he drags his fingers back towards her asshole.

She flinches, a shudder escaping her lips. Suddenly she’s awake. Shaking and ears ablaze as the flesh of her ass tingles at Zayne’s experimental prod. But his gaze flicks up at her reaction.

“Maybe another time.”

Relief floods over her as his finger slides away. The possibility of them taking both of her holes was exciting, no doubt. But in their frenzied state? She’d barely make it out alive. He watches her noticeably relax before gripping his cock and using the sample of slick to stroke himself.

“How about…”

He hums as he lines his cock with Caleb’s, eliciting a gape from him as he momentarily slows his rut in shock. He wouldn’t. But Zayne presses the fat tip on the swollen plush of her pussy, grinding against Caleb’s length that is shuddering as it comes to a complete stop. He would.

Then he pushes forward.

“Oh fuck--Zayne!”

The stretch is palpable. Searing as she feels her cunt stretch to lengths unimaginable to accommodate them both.

“Calling out another man’s name while you’re looking at me…” But Caleb’s teeth are bared, fighting the delicious groan at the tip of his tongue. The pressure of Zayne’s cock slotted flush against his is both insane and beyond anything he’s ever experienced. He bucks harshly, pulling her more upright so that her breasts are pressed against his cheek.

“Hah--holy fuck,” Caleb grunts.

They settle into a slow and steady rhythm, not wanting to push her past her limits. At first, Caleb remains still as Zayne takes the lead, sliding his dick in and out. He presses soft kisses into her soft breast, like he’s telling her everything’s okay. Fuck everything is so intense. The heat of her flesh almost blurs her vision.

Then Caleb starts to move. Slow. Slower than Zayne. Barely lifting his hips as Zayne pulls back. Then lowering down as Zayne pushes in.

Her pupils shake as she looks to Caleb in support. But his gaze flies right past her. He’s watching Zayne. Teeth gritted and brows furrowed as he groans.

“Look at you,” comes Zayne’s raspy voice. “Always the king of the playground. I’ve never seen you so…”

Caleb tries to stifle his groans, gritting his teeth.

“You--! Shut up.” Caleb tries to fight back by thrusting harder, the squeeze of his cock against Zayne’s almost searing as tears slide down her cheek.

Zayne’s hands come around her face, taking the loose strands of hair and holding them out of her eyes.

“Look, now you’ve made her cry.” But his own thrusts match Caleb’s. And it’s no longer a steady pattern of in and out. It’s only in and in and in. As Caleb retreats, she’s offered no respite before Zayne’s pushing in further than before. She can’t even clench, can’t even ground herself as she’s being held by the two while they take out their feud on her.

“You like this?” Caleb sneers up at her, clouds of pleasure fogging his brain. He can’t stop his hips, wanting to push faster, no deeper than the bastard in front of him.

“Whose cock are you thinking more about?” Comes Zayne’s teasing voice.

He’s goading him. Leaving a trail of crumbs for him to leap on to.

And Caleb takes the bait.

Gravity shifts around them and she’s lurched impossibly deeper on them as Zayne’s body is forcibly pulled down towards Caleb. She’s sandwiched so tight between them, breasts squished in the juncture of Caleb’s sweaty neck. Four arms binding her in place.

They’ve stopped thrusting now, cocks pressed against each other as deep as they can go in her. The stretch is overwhelming. Like if she even so much as sucks in a deeper breath, she’ll shatter.

“Always so fucking cocky. I couldn’t even stand being around you back then.”

She gasps, half in pleasure and half at Caleb’s words. In their youth, it had always been more of a one-sided feud on Caleb’s side. But as they had flourished into adults, the cracks in their friendship only propagated. Sure their mutual animosity towards each other was something she’d grown to live with. But did they really have to duke it out right now?

Caleb’s never used his evol on Zayne before. The force like a boot shoving him forward with no escape. But for her, it’s a delicious reminder of every night they’ve shared. A familiar and welcomed restraint.

Zayne’s brows relax then his mouth spreads into an open mouthed grin. And he laughs. A deep laugh from the depths of his stomach as his face is held mere inches from Caleb’s.

“You’re still caught up on tha--”

Caleb kisses him, the confines of his evol tugging him impossibly closer. She orgasms on the spot, the stretch of them both balls deep in her along with the sight of their fury-infused intimacy leaving no room for anything else. Her cries are soft against the loud smacks of Caleb’s lips as he bites harshly into Zayne’s. And Zayne’s got his hands roughly cupping his cheek, keeping Caleb’s face craned painfully upright, not letting him pull away.

She can hear the clash of teeth as the push and pull of their kiss leaves them both gasping for air. Then Caleb’s resolve dissolves into a dissatisfied whine as Zayne’s hips pick up the pace again.

They breathe over each other, eyes fixed on one another as they rut their way to orgasm.

Everything’s a blur. She can’t feel her arms anymore, fully slumped on Caleb’s chest as they slam into her, the force causing her oversensitive clit to press against Caleb’s abdomen. She can feel everything and nothing at the same time, mind on the precipice of unconsciousness. Grunts surround her--Caleb’s gruff while Zayne’s are airy.

Their pace stutters and then suddenly warmth fills her. But it’s too much. So, so much sticky, warm come lining her walls and squirting out onto the floor at the sheer pressure. She whines, eyes sealed shut.

When she comes to, she’s cradled in Zayne’s lap, cheek against his flushed chest. Her throat is dry and her hips are sore. He strokes her temple, smoothing the sweaty strands of hair away.

Caleb is seated behind her, mouth slightly parted as he sucks in deep breaths.

“I don’t--how long was I…”

“Just a second,” Zayne responds. He gives her a small smile. “How are you feeling?”

Her eyelids feel like barbells.

“I could go for a nap.”

Zayne laughs. She tries to pull herself up but the stretch sends a shot of pain in her hips and thighs.

“Don’t strain yourself,” comes Caleb’s voice.

She nods, nuzzling deeper into Zayne’s chest.

“How about you?” Zayne says.

It’s met with silence.

“Caleb.”

Caleb’s pulled away from his thoughts, cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m fine,” he says quickly.

She hums, a smile itching at her lips. Despite the pain, her heart felt incredibly full.

“Are you thirsty?” Zayne’s looking back at her now. He takes her strained swallow as a yes, looking up at Caleb with an expectant cock of his brow. He’s got her slumped over him. There’s no way he’s moving.

Caleb’s laugh is short as he pushes to his feet. He comes back with two glasses of water, arms a little shaky, and holds them out.

“Thank you,” comes her quiet voice as she takes a gulp.

The second glass is still being held out by Caleb, the gesture met with silence.

“Zayne.” He almost deadpans, not allowing his gesture to be untaken. It’s laughable, their awkward fumbling.

“...Thank you.” Zayne’s voice is muted.

The tension in the room is even more embarrassing than the position they had her in. Her laugh cracks between the silence like thunder and the both of them jump.

She hooks an arm around Caleb’s neck, tugging him to lie down with her despite his weak protests.

“Pips--”

“You guys are ridiculous.” She takes another small sip from the glass before bringing it to Caleb’s lips, tipping it slightly while her fingers played at his nape. He’s flushed and his neck is warm against her knuckles.

Zayne is no different, chest rising and falling against her shoulder as his eyelids flutter.

“Too bad we can’t open a window,” Caleb sighs, a trail of sweat sliding down his temple. She hums in agreement before Zayne’s arms come around her again, just shy of her breasts. He takes her wrist, angling an open palm beside his. Then a gentle chill echoes over her chest as a sheer glaze of frost hardens over his flesh. It crackles into a bundle of fluffy snow.

And so, as she sprinkles the instant snow over hers and Caleb’s chest, the storm brews on. Their shared laughter is no match for the roars of thunder or the intermittent shakes of her thin apartment walls.

Southeast Linkon floods that night, the destruction almost sweeping away both Zayne’s and Caleb’s parked cars. And so it’s the ferocious force of nature that keeps them captive in her apartment. Ensnared by their barely resolved enmity and bound by her shaking limbs and quiet gasps.

Okay funnily enough, I simulated an online poker game for this. And the cards just worked so perfectly. I don't really know how to play poker so this is sooo embarassing if the rules are wrong. But i had SO much fun writing this !!!

for my applesnow enthusiasts !!! rise!!!!

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