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Some Things Never Change

Alex Cross X Lil Bit!Reader x John Sampson

T // WC: 2.9k // fighting friends, vulnerability angst adjacent, whump // AN: guess what one of my favorite scenes from this show is?? I don’t talk about it a lot but, I love a scene with tension. // masterlist

“That’s why she kissed me first!” Alex chuckled but there was no joy in the sound. It was wry and twisted, falling flat in the air.

You had one hand on his chest and the other’s on John’s, standing between them and failing to keep them away from one another as they sandwiched you between them.

Alex was pointing over your head into John’s face who looked pissed off to throw a punch at Alex any second. By some miracle, he didn’t, but from the look on his face and how he didn't flinch when Alex got all up in his face over your head, your heart still raced with the sickly anticipation.

“Your ass is too emotionally unavailable,” Alex shook his head, “and your a fucking coward! You—“

“When,” John’s voice was so light and rich as honey. He even took a step back, crossing his arms with such a delighted smirk, it made both you and Alex freeze for a moment. “When did you kiss her?”

You immediately took a step back, clamping your mouth shut.

If these two wanted to kill each other, so be it. You’ll give your regards to Nana Mama, but you’re not getting caught in the middle of this, yet again.

But typical Alex, when he was mad he always knew what to say to get a rise out of John, and this supposed secret he was supposed to take to his grave. You made him swear not to tell since it happened in high school would definitely have worked on any other day, but you knew why it didn’t.

A bead of sweat dripping down your back made you shiver.

You could visibly see the wheels turning in Alex’s head.

He whipped his head towards you, and you didn’t flinch, standing your ground.

If this goes where you think it will, you will treat them just like you did those two weeks in the middle of Senior year.

Who knows how long you’ll go without talking to them this time?

As much as you’ve all grown up, some things never change.

“What’s he talking about?” Alex didn’t tear his gaze away from John as he said your name.

When you remained silent, John snapped his fingers.

“See there,” he pointed his finger as if in thought, pointing out a piece of evidence that answered the mystery of a case they were trying to solve, “that’s just it. I know how to keep a secret. I don’t throw that shit in people’s faces just to win an argument.”

Alex nostrils flared, but he remained silent, still grasping for pieces of the puzzle he didn’t have.

“Why don’t you tell him the truth,” John said your name lightly as if there wasn’t any tension in the room, “Alex already let his cat out the bag.”

Again, you stayed silent.

But this time. . . this time John gave you a look.

A look Alex had never seen John give you before.

A look he’s only given you in private. A look that bends you to his will. That he can mold you like a spineless putty with.

You glare at him.

Because why is he doing this? Why now? Just because of an argument.

This is not the first time they’ve argued. Why blow up the delicate balance of their friendship over nothing.

You squeezed your fists tight, and remained quiet.

John took a step towards you.

You wanted to be strong so bad. To silently prove that you wouldn’t be swayed by either one of them, again. That this time around would be different.

But you flinch when he moves, your mouth opening with stuttering words in your urgency, “j-j, just just wait— he, I. . . Fuck,” you swore with a crack in your voice.

“Breathe in,” John said lowly, and as if he held some hidden divine power, you did, you took a shaky breath in, “breath out.” He continued, “take big deep breaths. Just like that.”

A large warm hand snaked up your neck to rest at the base of your skull. You opened your eyes to meet John’s. He massaged your temple with his thumb as you did. There was no malice in his eyes, nothing cruel. He was genuinely attempting to comfort you.

Without words you understood.

He wanted to be honest.

He didn’t want any more secrets.

You licked your lips and shook your head, knowing he could see the anxiety flashing through your eyes. The worriness in your gaze.

Could Alex handle the truth? Will he hate you?

John chuckled short and somehow amused.

“We were just. . .kids.” He says plainly.

Alex bristles. “When.” He says it firmly, crossing his arms.

You lick your lips, fighting how tight your throat feels, but John has his hand on your head , soothing you with the pas of his fingers in your face.

You plant your feet firmly on the ground when he tries to pull you into an embrace, doing your best to discreetly reject his attempt to hug you even though you wanted it more than anything.

But you were still mad at him, at them both for putting you in this position.

Fuck them for doing this to you, and fuck John and his integrity.

“When was yours?” John says flippantly.

“Junior year. August.”

“The beginning of the year?”

“It was definitely October because It was cold and some guy had just given me his jacket” You quickly interrupted.

“I know that.” Alex bounced on the heels of his feet before leaning forward, “I just want to know. Why you gotta make sure it’s not August and why you have to go out of your way not bruise some motherfucker’s ego over some supposedly just kids shit.”

“And she’ll tell you, if you shut up and listen, nigga.”

“So when did you two first kiss?” Alex looked to the side.

Oh. . .

“Uhm. . . We didn’t kiss until I was in college.” Your voice dropped off in a whisper.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Alex clipped.

“We didn’t kiss until college, motherfucker.”

“It was the summer before.” You were over this shit. God, please let it end. “Me and John.”

“You and John what?” Alex wiped a hand down his face, “because I know yall didn’t fuck.”

Too close.

You all were entirely too close.

Is this how normal friendships were?

Do all girls have close guy friends who knew exactly when and who they lost their virginity with?

You needed more girl friends.

That’s what you want for Christmas. That’s your new year's resolution.

More close girl friends.

“You got to kiss her first, so what?” John smirked, but just barely because lord knows if he did, it would put Alex back on 100.

“I got to taste her pussy first.” John’s face lit up into something evil, “yeah, say something now. All that talk. . . You wanna get loud and all. Say something now.”

“When,” Alex went completely still.

“That night you snuck to see that girl Ashley.” John dipped his head, searching Alex’s eyes. “I had to cover for you in your room all night, so Nana Mama wouldn’t know you weren’t there.”

Alex's eyes widened.

“She couldn’t sleep, came up to meet me in your room to just hang out and we got real, real close.” John huffed through his nose, letting out a soft crooked laugh, “next thing you know she’s on top of me. My fingers buried deep inside her, and she’s hiding her moans in my neck, and I’m whispering in her ear to keep quiet as she can or I’ll stop—because Nana Mama can’t catch us and we need to be able to hear you crawl up the side the house, so we can stop in time before you see us in the window”

Alex turns to you to verify but you stay silent.

“So it’s always been John.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You wanted to, oh so bad, but something held you back.

But deep down. . . . If you let the thoughts overwhelm you, the warring undefinable emotions twist your stomach in knots and punish you as you simmer in the truth you’d never say aloud, you’d admit it.

You’d admit it was you.

“You two fuck once and just never stopped?

You held your own tongue. You wouldn’t dare say anything to him at this moment. Not to agitate him, not to comfort him.

Not because you couldn’t, but because you wouldn’t.

Because that would make it real.

All the feelings inside that you try to keep away. The ones you’ve practice hiding in mirrors.

The words you’ve trained yourself not to mutter in your sleep or pass through drunken lips.

“There it is.” Alex smiled. But not crookedly, not twisted or gnarled with ill intent.

It was desperate, it was hurting and it wanted to hurt.

It wanted to hurt you.

“You’ll say anything to sooth’ John’s fragile ego, but you’ll never willingly do that for me. Who cares if little Alex gets his feelings hurt. He knows how to pick himself back up.”

You flinch at his words.

The tears in your eyes sting.

“I never said that.” You blink them away.

Suddenly, you were hyper aware of John’s closeness. You brush his hand from your head, you step away from him. His touch burning your skin, his presence becoming suffocating.

The shame was hot and unbearable.

“Ohhh, you think you needed to say something for that to be true.”

“Sugar, don’t .” John warned, but his words held no weight and shook with uncertainty.

His stance shifted from argumentative to one of worry.

Alex was clearly just hurt now and neither of them had wanted that from this. Because despite the ill feelings that seemed so important at the time, John will always put concern for Alex and his well being above all else.

That’s just the type of man he was and seeing that acted out made your heart ache with emotion you’ve tried so hard to bury.

Emotions you thought were long dead, but never seemed content to die.

“Nah,” Alex shook his head, “nah, because she needs to hear this John, and so do you.” He quickly added.

John tilted his head, but didn’t comment on it.

“Take a seat and we can—“

“Some asshole breaks your heart and who do you call?”

You lick your lips and purse them.

“Hm? Who. Do. You. call?”

He spread his hands outward to the room.

“And to your surprise, I showed up, but you weren’t expecting me. . . I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

And he wasn’t.

“Because you two fucked once at 17, and decided not to stop.”

“Don’t.” You glared.

“Don’t what,” he shrugged, the action too forceful as he emphasized his point. His erratic offbeat anger makes you pause. Your rage fell uncertain and started to slip down your throat, but you grasped back at it, tightly clinging onto it as the only security you had at this moment. “Don’t make you aware of those feelings you keep trying to bury.”

“Cool it, Sugar.” John growled, “maybe you and I should take a walk outside. Leave Lil Bit out of it.”

“But you need to hear this too John.” Alex said again and pointed.

“When she gets in trouble, who does she call?” He looked at you and then turned towards John who went quiet, his expression growing unreadable.

“When she wants company, who’s she running to? When she has a bad day?” Alex started to list on his fingers, “when she wants to talk, to discuss her hopes, dreams, confide in someone and be vulnerable with them—“

“Alex, stop.” You almost sob.

“You see, most people don’t know, but if they do know they put it deep inside of themselves and ignore it, but there is an intimacy shared with sex whether people acknowledge it or not.”

He gestured between the two of you.

“Now I’m sure, Lil Bit never told you this John, but when she asked me to kiss her, I mean. . . It was so nice and sweet and she had a hint of tears in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. Her lip practically quivered.” He shook his head.

“I can’t imagine how long it took her to ask. How brave she had to be. . . I couldn’t say no to that, John. I just couldn’t.”

John’s face grew more and more unreadable to you. The more you couldn’t tell what he was feeling, what he might be thinking, the tighter your throat felt, the clammier your hands started to feel, and the more your head started swimming with thoughts faster than you could comprehend.

“Stop,” you barely bring yourself to say, “Alex stop. Please.”

“She told me she was afraid she’d never know what it’s like to kiss someone who really meant it. That if she did, it wouldn’t be gentle, loving, or caring. . . said she wanted it to matter, and she thinks I could make it matter. . .

He gives John a shrew look. “That was after what happened with you and Lil Bit”

John looked so far away, but purely focused on Alex’s words.

“Now you see, penetrative sex or not, there was an intimacy shared.” Alex pointed at John again who immediately rose with a glare to match, ready to make a move, “you were always afraid of it’s it always makes you run away. . . but when you take a young teenage girl who doesn’t know what to do with that rejection. Who’s always had both parents to love and validate her emotions whether verbally or implied, she. Gets. Sacred. . . Overwhelmed.” He spat in John’s face who only lowered his face into Alex’s, but he didn't back down.

“She turns it inward and blames herself, but if she realizes it’s not her fault. She turns it outward. She looks for that validation in other people. . . She looked towards me for everything you couldn’t give her.

“You had Maria.” Your voice was loud, louder than you anticipated, shaking with an anger you didn’t necessarily feel, but he was pulling it out of you.

By some miracle, your words stopped John from acting. Wordlessly, he moved back to your side.

Alex was creating some type of sick test and you were failing.

“You wanted to marry her since the day you met her and That means our relationship had to change!”

“That didn’t mean you needed to walk out of my life—“

“I didn’t walk out of your fucking life! I’ve always been here! Always!”

“With John! You’ve always been here!” He pointed down, “with John!”

You fumed, unable to find anymore words. Alex clearly wanted to believe whatever he wanted to believe and not the truth.

“I’m not talking about Maria, I'm talking about before her and after her! I'm talking about while you were with Marcus!”

“We don’t see each other when she’s in a relationship.” John interjected in a low voice. His arms crossed.

��Oh so you haven’t told him. Wooooow.” Alex clapped slowly, “he doesn’t know.”

“Told me what?” You could hear him attempting to hide the frustration and dismay in his voice, waiting for you to deflect, defend, say your piece, but you only balled your fists, the skin of your bottom lip almost burst and trickled with blood from how tight you worried it underneath your teeth.

“Tell me what, Lil Bit.” John urged

“I tried so hard.” You sniffed, hating your tears, “don’t talk to John so much, stop talking about John so much, hang out with John less, don’t do this about John don’t do that.” You sighed, wiping your face with both of your hands.

“I did it all. I practically cut John off, and it wasn’t good enough. . . “Then I started to have these sick thoughts.” You shook your head with a wry smile at no one in particular. “If I’d fuck Alex that’s really hurt him. Because in his mind it could only be John. Not your newly widowed and vulnerable friend. It could possibly be him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything,” John’s shoulders fell, “I could have talked to him.”

“There’s nothing you could have said. That only would have made it worse a-a and- and when he threw that in my face, I figure’d why the fuck not,” you threw up your hands, “you give a man everything and he still accuses you of sleeping with your best friend.”

“Is that why you called me over here?” John reached towards you, but you moved away, taking a seat on the couch.

Not now. Just . . . not now.

He didn’t touch you but moved to take a seat next to you.

“Even if Alex wasn’t here, I wouldn’t do that,” he tentatively looked at Alex before turning his attention back to you.

“You need to talk to Marcus tomorrow and sort this out. Proving him right is only going to make things worse. End things with him if you must, but don’t blow it up because of his own insecurity.” He slowly put a hand on your leg. “You’re braver than that. You’ve always been braver than both of us.” He chuckled, despite himself.

Alex had moved to the opposite side in front of you but refused to sit in the matching loveseat, staring you both down with a pensive expression.

“You were the first one to jump into that creak when we went on that trip one summer” He interrupted from above.

“You were the first one to sneak out when Nana Mama was asleep. . . Me and Alex never would have even dared to do it until you did,” John continued. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t see the shared grin between them both.

“First one to get a whooping for it too.” Alex laughed and it made you laugh too. John’s loud boisterous tone fell in soon after.

Fuck them.

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soft-persephone · 14 days ago

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I saw your fic between Alex Cross x reader x John Sampson and I was wondering if you could write the three of them more. Your writing is fantastic.

Thank you so much! My heart is quite literally melting. I am nothing but a pudlle. please, its too much! 🥺🫣😳

Anon I stressed over what I could possibly write that could somehow follow up part one, and then I felt guilty because it took me so long to figure it out and I didn’t want you to think I was avoiding/ignoring you, but it all hit me today.

So enjoy this fic I wrote in between my downtime at work. I hope you like it just as much as part 1!!!

Some Things Never Change 2

MDNI //WC: 5k// Explicit descriptions of sex, oral both m and f receiving, threesome, Alex and John talk you through it, sick and twisted childhood games, but in a good way, // masterlist //

You startled.

Two loud raps from your door echoed through the quaint house.

It’s previous owners, your grandparents, long gone, but not forgotten. It was left to your father, and he planned on selling it, but at the tender age you were, begged him to keep it and give it to you, and as a father who never failed to give you your heart's desire, relented.

You still had an apartment in the city, but you didn’t want to be found at the moment. Drooling into the parlor couch cushions and curbing off a hangover as you drifted in and out of sleep was the evidence of it.

So the fact that someone was knocking at your door and stirring you out of your sleep had you less than enthused to get up.

Wiping your face, you count to three under your breath and swing your body upwards into a sitting position.

You sighed and stood, not stressing to let whoever at the door know you were coming.

Because who told them to come in the first place.

You opened the door and blinked. “Alex?”

“Hey.” He drawled in a way you always loved, dropping his fist that was daring to make a second attempt to alert his presence. “Thought you might want some breakfast.”

He held a plate wrapped in foil in his hand.

You stared at it before slowly moving a hand towards it.

“Uhm. . .” His fingers brush along yours as he hands it over. He dips his head in an attempt to catch your gaze, but you avoid it.

Not to avoid him, but because your brain starts to catch up with you, leaving you to begin to wonder what you look like right now as you place the plate on the entryway table. What day is it? Do you smell like alcohol? Or. . . worse.

You should apologize.

But as you turn your head to look at him, you’re floored.

Those deep brown eyes that tower over you, gloss over with an emotion so strong it fills the air and becomes tangible, an emotion you understand, an emotion that pangs you with tinges of guilt as you feel it and let it fill you.

He steps forward and you step back. He shuts the door behind him with a swing. A hint of a smile graces his face as he wordlessly acknowledges the old creaking scream it had when you both were younger is gone.

“It’s cold,” he says in a low voice,” igniting the emotion in the air, letting it stick to your skin like the snow that clings on his brow, sticks to his boots, and flitters off his coat, “and you don’t have on no clothes.”

You smile and laugh softly at that, hating it.

It should have killed the tension, but he reaches out. His large hands slide along your waist, trailing under the fabric of the t-shirt, reaching under the fabric above the hemline of your panties. You can’t tell if he’s falling into you or pulling you closer, but your brain moves on autopilot. Despite your bare legs and semi indecent state, it commands you to pull at the collar and slide it off his coat of his shoulders. Your toes curling up on their tiny tips to kiss him on the cheek.

A courtesy, even hungover, you never fail to do, but in your focus to fight the tension in the air, you miss the look on his face and the glint in his eye as he tilts his head and envelope your mouth with his, demanding you to feel it to let it take over you, and immodestly you surrender.

You never court say no to Alex.

He takes over. Sliding out of his coat and forcefully putting it on the rack. The slide of his tongue stops its pleading languid exploration of your mouth and becomes more urgent. The breaks between each surge of his lips becomes shorter and less frequent. Your lungs burn desperately, but you bear the pain and pursue your desire, your soul burning for more of him.

He grabs you by your thighs and lifts you onto the entryway table, shoving everything on it to the side, and finally letting you breathe. His mouth trails kisses down your jaw and with your first breath you moan.

In one desperate kiss at your collar, his teeth brush along your skin, tingling your senses. His path to your chest is stopped by your shirt. With parted lips and furrowed brow he grabs at the hem of your shirt, beginning to fling it off of you when the door swings open, the frost of the chilly air bites at your toes, desperate to cool down the the desire and longing of you and Alex’s creation, but it ultimately fails.

But it’s no match for what follows it inside as he swings the door shut.

“Lil Bit.” John’s voice rings low in the air. It rumbles like the soft rolling thunder before the rain patters down, deceiving what is expected from his size, not crashing and booming in the way people expect, when he loses his temper. “What have I told you about not locking this door?” He scolds.

“It’s not that type of time John.” Alex lowly replies.

But you don’t care about that or why, more upset with the step he takes back and the way he helps you down off the table.

You keep your eyes on John. He smirks, wrapping his hand around your chin. The leather creaks as his fingers dig into your cheeks and his palm presses against your chin.

The emotion in the air dissipates, becoming something appropriate between a group of friends, losing its spark.

John gives Alex a look and he nods.

John remains still before finally nodding back in affirmation.

You thin your lips, ignoring his gaze as it quickly flickers to you.

Yes, you knew what he was silently asking and telling Alex, but you refused to acknowledge it, too raw from your conversation earlier today. Still reeling, you weren’t in a place to keep apologizing for your feelings.

Whatever happens should happen.

But John knew the truth even if he didn’t know how you were feeling if you wouldn't say it.

He knew how reckless you could be on a spiral.

“We gonna keep this out here or are we gonna take it up to the bedroom.”

Licking your lips, you finally acknowledge him.

“Okay.” You mutter softly, making your way upstairs. You don’t have to check if they’re following you or not.

The sounds of hsuffling boots thud at the front door, as you make your ascent you can hear the rustling of their clothes coming off their bodies as they discard them, not caring where they land. A problem to worry about later.

As you finally sit on bed littered with members in a updated room filled with just as many, Alex silently shifts behind you, beating you to it and sliding your shirt off for you.

He wanted to do it.

He always did like unwrapping presents. He practically liked it more than the present itself. The slow reveal, the process, the time and care someone puts into it. The mini bite size mystery of it all.

John wastes no time. With large warm hands he firmly turns you over, pressing the small of your back into the bed, he spreads your legs open. As he removes your panties you wince into the sheets as his breath dances along your clit. He envelopes your pussy with his mouth. The warm contrast of it, the heated swipe of his tongue as he delves into you, and the way he yanks the flimsy fabric off of you makes you cry out with a whimper.

Your hips grind along his face, Chasing the heat of his mouth and the scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, and he lets you. Following after your rhythm with two of his fingers as he eats you out. The soft wet sounds feel even louder and more encompassing in Alex’s silence.

You move to smother the sounds into the sheets but Alex stops you, cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand.

You turn your head up and bat your lashes, wanting to see him, fearing a judgment to match his silence, but you're floored by the warmness. The complete awe and desire that fill his gaze.

He slides his thumb along your bottom lips before dipping it into your mouth. You attempt to wrap your lips around it, eager to please, but with a gentle firm grip, he pushes his thumb against your tongue. “Look at you.” He says low, his voice thick with desire.

He mindlessly parts his lips in the same slow movement as his thumb parts yours, leaving you at his mercy.

A grin slowly morphs his features as his eyes dart from your mouth to lock with your eyes.

John adds another finger and you close them, letting out a choked sound at the stretch, a sudden gush of your arousal follows, flooding his fingers, making it just as easy as before to fuck yourself on his hand. The grinding of your hips stutters, slowing down, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Smoothly, desperately you glide your hips up and down his fingers.

John’s free hand clasps tightly on your thigh, the small bed of his nails digging into the plump skin and he stops the grinding of your hips, the pursuit of your high. Slowly, he plants one long kiss on your pussy, pushing his tongue deep into you, his beard doing more than creating a friction as he did. Your hips reflexively try to move away, but with his firm grip on you, you can’t.

“John.” You cry out.

“You like how he does that, huh.” Alex starts.

The bed dips as he makes his descent towards you, his hand sliding down your neck from your cheek. He presses against your sternum, slowly turning you onto your side, so that you can lay against the pillows near the head of the bed.

John follows the movement of you. With a strong grip on your thigh, he keeps your legs spread as you move to the side. In a single wet slurp his mouth was off you, the air of the room makes you wince as he and Alex move you in unison, but he hasn’t moved far. The steady pants of his breath between your legs had your pussy throbbing, caving in on itself, confused on whether it needed a break or something inside.

“You want him to do it again?” Alex tilts his head at John not waiting for you to respond, and he starts his slow other to pull you sort once more. He pushes one finger into you and wraps his mouth around your clit for the second time.

You keen as Alex closes the distance between him and your body. His lips trailing from your collar on downwards.

The fire at your core ignites once more, this time more burning than the last. Your hips start their chase, even more desperate this time for release, but as John curls his finger inside of you while eating you out, you whine, speeding up, practically bouncing on his face, his fingers, but with a wontonous grace he lifts your leg higher and presses his face more firmly against you, giving you more than what you can ask for.

Alex’s lips grace your collar with a searing embrace, his lips hot, he murmurs into your skin, “you move your hips on his face like you're used to it.”

Each kiss became more urgent, sloppier as his teeth nicked at your skin with each one heading towards your chest. With gentle cruelty he wraps his mouth around one for your breast, sucking hard until your nipple pebbles in his mouth. Your back arches, pushing your hips further into John who matches the movement with a second finger.

“You’ve done this plenty of times.” Alex coaxes you, “you can take it.” He says as you whine, before moving to your other breast. “Give her another finger, John.”

And he did, stuffing you full and lapping you up with his tongue like a man starved.

Too much, it was all too much to be back where you started and twice as sensitive. Alex pressed his palm against your tummy, holding you firmly onto the bed, firmly keeping you in place and John dives deep into your pussy once more with his tongue sliding hotly against that one spot. The feeling of his beard you once chased suddenly unbearable, the scratch too harsh.

You whimper through your orgasm.

Alex cups your face one more to keep your head up and your mouth open, making your sounds fill the little room you shared so many times as kids.

“Just like that, Bitbit.” Alex coos in your ear from above. . “Let it out. Let it all out. Forget about Marcus. We got you now.”

You were never baby or baby girl. You were Lil Bit. . .. their little Bitbit.

Once done, John removes himself from you, finally letting your thigh go. You gratefully fall into the bed.

John stands to his full height, shoving his underwear off. Your eyes flutter, unable to take his searing gaze, unable to bear the sight of his thick heavy dick.

Has he always been the big? You don’t remember being so intimidated by his size before Marcus.

You look up for a reprieve, but Alex stairs down at you with crossed arms, his dick straining hard against his briefs, the sight leaving you to decide to close your eyes. Your limbs were weak, your body settled in its position, a wave of comfort and content washes over you. You could just—

“Uhn-uh,” Alex firmly pats at your cheek, jolting you awake, “you ain’t going to sleep now. You need to finish what you started.”

A lie.

You hadn’t started anything, but you were too weak to argue. You weakly grab his hand and settle it against your face to stop the slapping. You rub your thumb against the back of his hand to let him know you were awake.

“What you want John?” Alex speaks to him not tearing his eyes away from you.

“Think I wanna see her take you in her mouth like she used to.”

Alex hummed, his eyes almost rolling back at the thought.

“It has been a while since we’ve done something like this, hasn’t it?.” Alex’s tone was almost playful, calm and conversational. “How could I forget?”

John grunted softly, not not was a chuckle. You were too weak and his voice was so low, the sounds so similar. He always liked to put extra bass in his voice. If you weren’t in the state you were in, you would have called him out on it.

“How ‘bout you, Sugar?”

Alex puts hand on his chin, tilting his head in thought before pointing at him.

“I think I want to see her grind on your dick like she was on your face.”

“Sound good to you Bitbit?” John graveled.

“Mm.” You slurred out a mumble of incoherent sounds. Trying to look at him, either of them.

“I know what she wants.” Alex spoke for you, moving his hand as he spoke.

“I think she wants you to kiss her.”

You hated how your body immediately responded, rushing with a surge of energy to influence a new budding of desire throughout your being. How your eyes fluttered open and focused on John with no difficulty. The burning of your core that told you how much you wanted it, and the dipping of your hips and arch in your back told him.

John titled his head, his face not revealing anything to you that said he would do it. Looking cool and laid back, like he wasn’t standing bare in front of his best friend with his third friend naked in the bed between them.

“I don’t know,” he looked at Alex, ignoring you, she’s not saying anything so it’s hard to tell.”

You held back a whimper. You hated this game and you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“I gotchu,” Alex’s hand was suddenly on you. Brushing along your skin from your side to your breast. He thumbs at one of your nipples, making you squirm. “See how her back is still arched from when I asked, how she all of a sudden isn’t sleepy no more. How she won’t stop looking at you.” Alex started teasing your other nipple. Unable to hold it in any longer, you release a high keen, weakly whimpering under him.

“That’s how you can tell how bad she wants you to kiss her.”

John hums in mock affirmation, the bed dipping further as he settles over you.

“Is that true Lil Bit,” he teases, “all you gotta do is ask.”

“Oh she’s not gonna ask.” Alex’s grin is cruel. “Probably because, and I’ll admit– Lord, bless my soul, but I said some awfully hurtful things last night, and now I think she’s too scared to ask you for what she wants.”

“Ohh, Bitbit.” The rumble of John’s voice as he leans over you is sinful. Your pussy throbs at the sound. “You don’t need to be scared. I’m still the same John,” he placed a hand on the leg hat has the marks of his nails on it. He tenderly brushes his thumb along the soft bruised skin of your inner thigh, “I’ll give you what you want. All you have to do is ask.”

“Come on Bitbit.” Alex leans down to kiss your temple. “John knows you don’t love him. He knows you aren’t going to beg him for something real. I didn’t mean it.” Alex’s voice is soft and warm. He kisses you behind your ear and you understand.

I’m sorry.

You open your eyes, unsure when you closed them and look at John. His gaze is heavy, not just with desire. Understanding slowly graces his features and they fall into something serious not completely discernible to you, but he breaks the spell for you, not leaving it up for guess.

“I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore.” You blurt out in a soft voice. Unlike them you can’t let your actions speak for you when you're at your breaking point. You have to say it or the emotions will break you. “I thought you’d think that I want more and I’d never ask you for that, but sometimes I feel that way and I don’t want—but I can’t help it and—“

John closes the space between you, shutting you up with a kiss. His beard tickles along the ksin of your cheeks and chin. His hand gripping your face, the way his mouth firmly envelopes yours, and the hot wet swipe of his tongue has a moan force its way through your body. You moan, shuddering beneath him, tasting yourself on his tongue, it makes you squirm, your pussy ache, but you can’t stop. Pressing your tongue against his for more, eagerly taking what he gives you and all that you can on your own.

He breaks the kiss, exhaling along your lips, but you can’t stand to be apart, to let it be over. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip before taking his mouth in yours and you do it again and again and again— and he lets you.

Alex snakes his hand into the roots of your hair and pulls you back into his chest. Craning your neck in his grip, he kisses you from behind. You give him the same attention you give John, except you bite his bottom lip between your teeth. He attempts to push his tongue further in your mouth than John ever did, silently creating a competition to one up him.

And what a close competition it was.

You moan and he removes his grip from your hair.

“Face down. Ass up. Keep your mouth open.”

With weak legs you obey, unable to move as quickly as they do. John slaps your ass right before you could move it up, making you yelp.

“Don’t be mean.” Alex drawls, as he carefully gathers your hair and gently grasps it in a firm grip, so it’s out your face. He then takes his other hand to grab your jaw to keep your mouth open, “not when she’s been so good.” With one languid thrust, Alex pushes himself as far as he can.

John plunges into your pussy with little distance, the sudden fullness makes you keen around Alex, the sound muffled around his dick.

John starts pounding into you in slow hard thrusts. The wet smack of his hips into yours has you losing focus on sucking off Alex who was only half way in your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You better move those hips to match each one of those back shots before I stop being nice.” You squeeze around John at his words, and he lets out a groan.

“Fuck, Alex.” He pants. “Don’t talk to her like that, or you’re g-gonna ruin it.”

“Uh-uh, I said that’s what I wanted to see, and I wanna see it.”

Whining, you turn your attention towards moving your hips back to meet John’s, letting out a short whimper over Alex’s dick with each one. Who seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he pumped what couldn’t fit into your mouth with his hand.

“Ohh just like that Bitbit. You’re taking John so good.” He moaned.

You couldn’t do both. You couldn’t focus on hollowing your cheeks and take as much of him down your throat as you could and keep throwing it back. Your pussy starts to ache, having enough your hips do their best to lift off of him as quickly as they could and still keep a steady rhythm. John didn’t like that.

Thrusting harder, he grabbed your sides, pulling you back and helping you meet each one.

You moan around Alex, drool dripping down your cheek as he tries to thrust further into your mouth, but your throat squeezes too soon, pushing him out.

He swears under his breath.

“Help me out John. I think Lil Bit needs some encouragement.”

John roughly grabs your ass, letting his nails dig half moons into your skin. He massages his thumb along your other whole, gently kneading it around the rim. You keen, squeezing him further inside you.

He pushes his thumb inside you with a hiss.

At the sudden intrusion you open up, your pussy bottoming out, allowing John to somehow fuck even deeper into you, and with the drawn out moan you let our around Alex at the foreign feeling, it gives him enough room to plunge all the way past your lips for his tip to hit the base of your throat.

“There you go Bitbit. You just needed some help. You're taking us both so well now.”

Alex moans as he slowly fucks your throat, letting you get used to the feeling. He slides his hand from your jaw to your neck, feeling himself slide in and out as he shallowly fucks your throat.

“Tell her how good she’s being John. She needs to hear it from you too.”

“So good. Bitbit.” John slowed down as he spoke, letting you feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you, going all the way out until you could only feel his tip and rolling his hips until you were full of all of him.

“So wet,” he grunted, “tight as always.”

His thrusts became quicker and so did Alex’s, rushes of his precum trickled down your throat.

They both moved rougher, faster, and all you could do was whine, whimper, and take it.

“Tell her to take it, John.” Alex pant, grabbing the back of your head with both hands.

“Don’t give out now,” John reprimanded in a low strong voice, your walls throbbed around him, “take it. . . .Take it just like that, Bitbit.” He continued, driving you crazy. “Don’t waste a single drop or you’ll have to make it up to us.”

He thrust harder into you, Alex was already spilling down your throat, you hollowed it out, desperate to keep it all down.

Alex cradled your head against him until he was done. The neatly trimmed hairs at his base tickled your nose. He wiped the stray tears from your cheek as he did. “You did so good. So good for us.”

“Does he state like you remember?” John huffed. He pulled you closer to him now that Alex was done.

Your whimpers filled the room as he repositioned his grip on your hips, his fingers digging.

“Don’t be like that Bitbit.” He pushed your head down into the sheets and shoved your hips up. “You were so good for Alex. I know you can be good for me too.”

The pace he set was brutal. His thrusts as he matched your hips were powerful enough to leave bruises. You mewled as he did, drool pooling into the sheets as held you down.

You gripped the sheets by your head. You’d be surprised if they weren’t split with the force. The slamming of his hips hard enough to rock you off the bed.

With a low groan he leaned over you. His chest pressing your back into the mattress as he came.

He moaned above you. The vibrations of it rattled against your skin. You squirm, hips canting foward subconsciously to escape the fullness, much too sensitive.

But John held you firmly down. His hips following yours, keeping his dick firmly inside of you.

His cum fills you up to an unimaginable degree.

Has there always been this much?

A dumb question. He wasn’t called Two-John for nothing. He had enough for two men at least, proving his namesake.

He steadily lifted himself from you. Not sure why you moved your head up, searching his lips. They brushed along his as he moved to kiss you on the temple. That’s what he was trying to do, you vaguely remember always wanting him to kiss you instead, but this time you took what you wanted.

He huffed a silent laugh into your face with a light smirk.

Humming, he grabbed your chin and held your face still so he could finish what he set out to do and kiss the side of your head.

Satisfied he let go and lifted off the bed.

Alex threw him a towel.

“I know you’re tired, but you need to move with me.” John tapped your thigh, making you yelp. Not that it hurt, but it was surprising.

You did your best, but you were practically useless, but he was a smart man, figuring it out and managing to clean you off with the warm towel.

He tossed it back to Alex who threw it into the bathroom across the hall and tossed John another one.

“You too.”

John smacked his teeth, but otherwise didn’t complain.

“One more time.” Alex softly coached you into a more comfortable positioning in the bed so he and John could lay next to you.

An odd sense of Deja vu, or would nostalgia be a more appropriate term, washed over you.

Many times you all had been tucked into bed just like this. Either by your Granny or Nana Mama, giggling throughout the night until someone threatened to get a switch or belt.

“So it’s over with Marcus.” John drew circles into your skin. His hand brushing warmly against your belly. The warmth of his hand stirred at the feeling of Alex cum still oddly warm within you. Your pussy faintly throbs at the thought.

You cleared your throat. “It was mutual.” Your voice was softly horse and weak, fucked out. “. . . If he showed up right now. I think I’d take him back. I think I regret it.”

Alex wraps his hand around your chin and pulls your face up into a kiss as he dips his head down to meet your lips.

When he broke it, he stared into your eyes, understanding.

John weakly trailed his hand to your neck, softly tapping at your chin, so soft you almost missed it, but you didn’t, you couldn’t. It was not possible.

Answering, you turned over, placing a hand on his chest as you reached up to caress your hand softly at his beard.

“Come here.” He relented, commanding you softly.

Obeying, you closed the distance, washing yourself on his tongue once more.

He also understood. Breaking the kiss, he settled his forehead on yours. He holds nothing against you.

He didn’t say it, but you could tell. You could feel it. Emotion swells within you and tears threaten the corner of your eyes. Before you could settle back down into the bed, and hide them from John. Alex reaches for your face once more and pulls you back into him, kissing you with more fervor than he had done previously, not letting go until you made a soft wanting noise in his mouth.

Then John follows, making sure to take your breath away and your knees buckle, despite laying down.

Alex frowned, his face drawn into a pout, that any other time, you would have called adorable, but at the moment, a menace was the only description that came to mind.

John would kiss you, and then Alex would again, trying to one up him. Not liking to be upstaged and hating to back down from any challenge, John would kiss you again. And the cycle would repeat itself over and over and over again.

You hated this game too.

But this time, you didn’t have to fear being caught by Nana Mama or your Poppa, so you let them continue until they tired out— or you,for that matter, but it was hard to get tired when Alex would try to taste every corner of your mouth or how John’s beard scratched deliciously against your face. Because as much as you’d hate to admit it. You missed the attention, the high it gave you.

The undeniable longing for their touch and the yearning for their love and embrace free of guilt and shame was something you didn’t know you had missed as much as you did, so you would hold onto this moment for as long as you could.

Because who knows when you all would get another chance.

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