#Brobastrose

[moving-weston-smythe-blog]

April, 2020

Okay, I just got off the phone with both Mark and Sarah, and it’s been made official: Sebastian (Weston-)Smythe is no longer allowed to give out advice-- ever.  I think his rights to talk to my nephew have also been suspended for the time being.  

Holy hell, Bas-- what the hell did you tell Connor to do that had him getting slapped and hit up with a week’s worth of detention?

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Friday and Cuddles: Brobastian, 1/27/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe @wmhs-marleyrose @mr-blaindersonand @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening to Saturday morning, 27-28 January 2017

Setting: Lima Memorial Medical Center, Lima, OH

Summary:  Blaine decides to take Marley home for a shower and food, and leaves Brody in charge of babysitting Sebastian in the hospital-- away from the waiting room.  

Headcanon Part Three (A) of Three

"We'll be back." He turned back around. "Well, I guess we should go, see if Brody's still down in the waiting room and see if I can either get him up here or to go home and get some sleep."

 Sebastian presses his lips together. He's avoided asking for Brody thus far, hoping that the idiot would come up of his own free will, but apparently not. By all rights, he should be telling them to send the older teacher home - but Sebastian needs to see him. To... thank him. Or something. All he knows is that he wants to /see/ him. "Send him up." Only for a little bit. He's not going to force him to sit and wait with him or anything. Why he's even still here is beyond Sebastian - but he can't say he's not grateful.

 Blaine, probably a little too dramatically, threw his hands up. "THANK YOU." He didn't even wait for an answer as he grabbed Marley's hand and pulled her through the door. As they passed Brody, Blaine stopped quickly. "He wants you. So will you /please/ go see him?"

Marley let out a soft sigh, because leaving wasn't on the table, but she had to go. She was kind of glad he said he wanted to see Brody, and she hugged Bas tightly, before heading out the door, a bit surprised by Blaine's excitement. She stood there awkwardly as Blaine told Brody Sebastian wants to see him, and she shifted, tucking back her hair. "Thanks again.." She mumbled, looking at him almost longingly, before swallowing and looking away.

Brody is still in the waiting room-- still thinking about leaving.  Soon.  What little sun is visible is going down.  How long has he been here?  And suddenly there was a clattering of footfalls as Blaine and Marley raced in front of him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and his heart to to jolt, "Oh my god-- what--" he starts, expecting the worst, but luckily Blaine's expression is a little too...enthusiastic?  for bad news.  Or at least normal bad news-- instead Brody is being asked to babysit.  "Oh, I can't--” he stammers “-- I'm actually--"  Blaine cuts him off, insisting that Bas can't be left alone, and they'll only be gone for a little while, and Brody feels his stomach twist.  Bas wanted to see him?  Why the hell would Sebastian want anything to do with him?  But Marley looks dead on her feet in his clothes, and Blaine is forceful, and so Brody nods and //finally// manages to shift into a stand, his muscles groaning as they finally change position

"Um, sure, yeah," he tells her, meeting Marley's gaze for a moment and then letting his eyes drop down.  He wants to say something, do something to comfort her, but every time he gets close he ends up doing something stupid, so he keeps the distance intact.  He swallows thickly, nodding again before turning to the elevator and beginning the trip up the stairs

He doesn't even know what he is going to say.  He's been so worried-- so frustrated.  All of that anxiety and terror that he's been pushing back down since this morning is suddenly beginning to boil in his veins as it seemingly gains momentum with his strides, and by the time he reaches Sebastian's room, he’s actually pretty damned pissed again "When I said do something about it, I did //NOT// mean to stand outside shirtless in the snow in front of her house and get freaking pneumonia."  Maybe not the best first words of greeting they've had in almost a month, but Brody has a lot of conflicting emotions, so give him a break.

Sebastian knows he should be thanking the older man - or apologising, or something - but the first thing he does when the other walks through the room is scoff and roll his eyes, ignoring the warm feeling that settles in his chest at the sound of the asshole's voice. "Good to see you, too, Brodes. Glad to see my misfortune hasn't softened you any."

Brody shouldn't be yelling-- Bas looks like hell, although he at least has some color back to him and is dry and is breathing more normally.  But still-- the guy's in a hospital gown, face pale, with a freaking needle sticking out of his arm.  Brody shouldn't be angry at him.  But he was so goddamned worried, and he's fighting the impulse to reach over and kiss the guy and...he's just got a lot of feelings right now. Instead, he manages to lower his voice and settle by shaking his head, face still turned down.  "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he demands, his eyes betraying the fact that he's not nearly as angry as his voice implies.

At Brody's question, Sebastian thinks he catches something in Brody's eyes, but his own eyes fall to his lap as he twists the shitty hospital sheets in his hand. If he doesn't find something to occupy them, he'll end up reaching out for Brody, and that would be... weird, because why the hell would he do that? He lets out an unsteady breath and shrugs. "I was drunk."

At the incredibly stupid answer, Brody lets out a loud exhale, rubbing a hand roughly across his tired features.  "I'll never get sick," his voice parrots back sarcastically.  "I'll be //fine//.  What part of //Ohio// and //winter// was beyond you?"  His chest is too tight-- he's not sure he can breathe really.  Brody bites down hard on his lip, because it's just...it's hard.  Not just dealing with Sebastian being stupid, but more so when he's just around Sebastian being //Sebastian//.  He misses the damn asshole, and he hates how they're this close and yet he can't do anything, because he's determined to do the right thing for once.  "You know, you scared the shit of m--Marley," he quickly corrects himself.  "And, Blaine, and everyone," he tacks on lamely.

Sebastian groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. On this one occasion, you were right, okay? Congratulations. Must be a big moment for you." The conviction in his voice is a little weaker than usual, and he's pretty sure he's fooling no one, but at least he can say to himself that he tried. He shrugs again. "Didn't mean to. Alcohol makes us do stupid things." Like attempt to tell a girl who isn't good enough for you how you feel, apparently. Or forget that you had a spare key to her house. Or, you know, make taking your shirt off in the middle of - as Brody so calmly put it - /Ohio/ in /winter/ seem like a good idea. "I already apologised to Blaine and Marley." Not that it was enough, but what else can he do?

Far from feeling vindicated, Brody just feels awful that Bas has actually proven him //right//.  Against his better judgement, he steps further into the room, his legs brushing against the bed as he watches Bas shrug.  "Or it makes you try to do something smart, but in the dumbest way possible?" he suggests, hand resting on the blanket covering his leg.  "Yeah, I know."  He wonders if Bas is pointedly avoiding apologizing to him or if he just really doesn't warrant an apology.  It was Marley who called him over anyways; that's hardly Bas' fault.  If anything, Brody wouldn't want it, since he still feels stupid for challenging a drunken Bas to doing something in the first place-- what had made him think that was a good idea //at all//?  "Just...promise me you won't do something like that again?  I'm not sure how many of these ass-end of the night calls I've got left in me.  I'm an old man Sebastian," he reminds him, trying to inject a little humor in the heavy conversation.  "We can't handle these kind of things."

"Smart thing would've been to leave it alone," Sebastian replies, knowing all too well that he's pretty much admitting the reason that he'd been at Marley's in the first place. So fucking stupid. He gazes up at Brody, huffing. "If you're gonna stay for a bit, you could at least just sit down." He gestures to the space beside him on the bed that had been earlier occupied by Marley with his head. It has nothing to do with the fact that he wanted Brody closer to him, obviously. Although the traitorous part of his brain can't help but muse that the comfort wouldn't go amiss right now. /Shut up/. He should apologise. He knows he should. But the words seem to just get caught in his throat, and he swallows them back down. He lets out a puff of laughter at Brody's statement, though, and the humour in it slightly loosens the knot in his chest. "I'll try. Wouldn't want to push you in your fragile state." He seeks out Brody's eyes, swallowing. "Thanks for... you know..." he nods, giving another (slightly awkward) shrug. It's the best he can manage right now.

And there it is.  Well, not really, but Bas was pretty much as close as he was going to get to ever admitting what all three of them knew anyways.  Brody wishes he had it in him to push the guy further-- Bas could be a great boyfriend; Marley was so much better when he was around.  But honestly?  Brody was beat down from the whole thing.  And if Bas was out getting himself killed, he just didn't want to push the guy even further.  And maybe-- //maybe// -- a tiny part of him just...doesn't want to talk about Marley right now.  They always end up fighting when they are talking about Marley.  Right now they aren't fighting, and it’s nice-- soothing, really.  So Brody just shoves aside all attempts at matchmaking or even knocking some sense into the guy who already looks like he's been knocked around pretty hard, and let’s it go.  That doesn't mean he isn't hesitant, when Bas invites him to sit.  Brody shouldn't even be in here-- he is making things worse, more complicated, and getting closer to Sebastian isn't going to help.   But the poor guy is just...sad, just sitting there, stuck in a crappy little twin bed, and Brody's chest twists a little.  He guesses he can just stay for  a minute, he rationalizes.  Maybe get him to go back to sleep.  And then once he does he'll move over-- no big deal.  Brody's bigger than Marley, who was obviously wrinkling the sheets beforehand, but he slides next to the idiot carefully anyways, half-hanging off the bed as he makes sure not to disturb the other.  The only way he can really manage is by putting himself at an angle, his back resting against the wall just behind Bas' shoulder, arm carefully resting behind him, hand dangling in midair-- not touching.  That'd be...intimate-- weird.  Not them at all.  But he finds a tolerable position and breathes deeply, pretending the best part of the air isn't the scent of Bas' hair so close to him he could just bury his face in the haphazard mess.  He smirks at the guy's laugh-- it helps.  "Seriously man; I'm one slip up away from ending up in an old folks home with my grandpa-- do you know what they serve at those places?"  Those green eyes hit him, and Brody's pretty sure he forgets how to breathe for a minute.  Bas just isn't cut out for this thing, but Brody appreciates the effort more than he'll say.  Out loud though, he just gives a half smile and shakes his head dismissively.  "It's whatever," he tells him.  "Don't worry about it."  He'd do it again-- he knows he shouldn't, but he also already knows that no matter which of them calls, at whatever time for whatever reason, he'll always come running.  "I'm just glad, you know..."  you weren't dead seems a little extreme, and that I could help seems too personal, so he just lets the words hang by themselves.

In all honesty, Sebastian's just grateful that Brody doesn't push the subject. This is the first conversation that they've had that hadn't surrounded Marley, and it's nice. He's missed this. He lets out a breath when Brody sits next to him, and his body automatically shifts a little closer into the heat. Which... what is he doing exactly? He has no idea, but his body isn't quite willing to move away. The comfort soothes him a little bit, so he doesn't comment and tries not to think about what exactly /this/ means. "I'd rather never find out, Brodes," he replies with a weak chuckle, which catches the back of his throat, forcing him to shift away from Brody as he falls into a fit of chest-racking coughs. It doesn't take him long to seek out his heat once more though once it eventually ends, his head spinning a little bit and eyes drooping. He's too weak to even stop his head falling against Brody's shoulder blade as he shifts to get a little more comfortable. He lets out a trembled breath at the implications of Brody's words, giving him a short nod. "Yeah. Yeah, me too." He'd been reckless, but it didn't mean he was suicidal. He really didn't think it'd go /this/ far.

Brody gives a quiet inhale of surprise when Sebastian sidles next to him, contouring with his body.  He didn't even figure Bas liked the whole snuggly-spooning thing-- not that that was what they were doing.  The guy is just sick, and probably just gravitating toward the heat source, right?  And yet his hand slides down, carefully rubbing up and down his arm in a soothing gesture.  It is...a little weird-- not something Brody usually does with guys-- or at least not ones he'd slept with-- but it wasn't //bad//.  He breathes again and let his muscles relax a little further into the tiny bed.The older man laughed with him, but his ease is abruptly cut off by Sebastian's coughing fit, he bolts upright next to him, arms hovering as he tries to figure out what to do, how to help.  After a minute though, the episode resolves on its own, and Brody lets out a sigh of relief as Bas leans back into him, Brody having slid a little further into the mattress so that there was no longer any gaps between them besides the fabric of the blanket.  Brody pulls him in as his head droops, swallowing thickly as they both acknowledge the might-have-been.  Bas' voice shakes a little, and between the gentle stroking now reduced to just his thumb trailing up and down between Bas' exposed skin and just under his flimsy hospital gown Brody worries how that thing is even supposed to be keeping him warm?  "So, did you insist on the pantsless look then?" he jokes softly, keeping the conversation light and quiet as he closes his own eyes, just taking in the other's scent.  He wasn't going to ever get a chance at this again-- why not just take it all in for a minute?  "Or were the nurses yet another gaggle of fans that thought you'd look better wearing as little as possible?"

When Brody's hand brushes over his arm, Sebastian exhales slowly, eyes sliding shut. It feels nice. They've never done anything like this. Well, obviously, because it was just sex, right? Although that thought seems... off, considering the position they're caught in right now. He furrows his brows, but brushes it from his mind.The position only gets more intimate when he falls back into him, though, and god, Sebastian can't bring himself to move. His chest is still raw, and he may or may not be wheezing a little bit, but he can't quite tell. As Brody's thumb drags over his arm, though, he can't exactly bring it in him to care. Not like he hadn't already lost most of his dignity last night, anyway, right? "Oh, that was entirely the nurses. Can you really blame him though?" he replied with a light chuckle, grateful that the conversation hadn't stilted any by their position. It's just comfortable. Which... is even more weird. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. It's just... well. Nice.

He sounds sick.  Well, no duh he sounds sick: he //is// sick.  He almost died last night.  It twists Brody up inside, and he instinctively pulls Bas closer; not that there's really any space left.  But it was scary-- it's //still// scary, to think about what could have happened if Marley hadn't come home when she did.  If Brody hadn't picked up the phone.  Bas still feels hot, though not clammy anymore at least, but he'd rather keep the guy warm until he starts really complaining.  Brody gives a soft laugh along with Sebastian.  "No, not really.  I mean, if some hot guy came into my section desperate to take off his clothes, I'd probably make it a little easier too."  He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable.  He suddenly feels a wave of exhaustion that he hadn't noticed before-- how long has he been here?  "So, anybody come by yet that's lived up to the hot doctor-slash-nurse fantasy?" he asks with a smirk.  "I've only been here a handful of times, but I feel like I keep missing them myself."

When Brody pulls him closer, a hum of contentment escapes Sebastian. He's not sure what prompted it, but he's hardly complaining. Which... yeah, okay. He could be a little bit needy when sick. Not that he got sick very often - although, far be it for him to deny it now, because, yeah - a little hard when he's in a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV. Because... he nearly got himself killed, and scared the shit out of his friends in the process. Not his finest moment, even /he/ has to admit. His shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. "Sadly not. If you wanted to play doctor for me, I wouldn't mind, though." He can't really help himself - although he's really just all talk right now. He's not sure he could even get aroused if he tried in this state. Which is good, because - well, hospital. "Or maybe it's time to bring in the chaps and give me a show. I'm sick, after all. I deserve some form of entertainment."

[squaredancing-weston]

Lyric Aesthetic || Sebastian Smythe || Another Lonely Night

An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay ...But don't think twice, it's all right

Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright, Johnny Cash

@sebadasssmythe @mr-blainderson

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Friday and Cuddles: Brobastian, 1/27/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe @wmhs-marleyrose @mr-blaindersonand @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening to Saturday morning, 27-28 January 2017

Setting: Lima Memorial Medical Center, Lima, OH

Summary:  Blaine decides to take Marley home for a shower and food, and leaves Brody in charge of babysitting Sebastian in the hospital-- away from the waiting room.  

Headcanon Part Three (End) of Three

This is hardly the time, but the hum is a familiar noise, a familiar feel; and it definitely causes Brody to inhale sharply, eyes fluttering as his body reacts.  Not that he's turned on, exactly (thank god because this is not a sexy version of Bas and that would be weird), but the sound triggers a sort of tension release, as his muscles remember all the times post-orgasm, when he and Sebastian would just be lazing, just idling along the skin.  It brings a sort of ease to his body, and his mind just kind of follows as he releases his breath in a quiet sigh.  He can't help but laugh a little at Bas' request.  "Trust me, Bas-- you don't want me playing doctor."  He held up his hand, showing off the jagged, messy-looking scar left along his thumb.  Even as old as it was, you could tell it hadn't really been taken care of properly at first.  "This is my version of playing doctor: a fishing hook and some rubbing alcohol.  You really want to risk it?"  It wasn't really true-- Brody probably was a pretty decent caretaker under regular, non-dying circumstances, and the kind of doctor Bas wanted he could be //especially// good at-- but he shouldn't be encouraging that sort of this with Sebastian of all people.  "But I've got to say I'm kind of disappointed.  We bring in hot patients, and they can't be bothered to reciprocate with staff?  I feel like we should file a complaint-- or write a note for the suggestion box at the very least."  He rolled his eyes, squeezing the other's shoulder.  "Yeah; I'm not rewarding you for ending up in the hospital with a strip show.  Plus, who would help me get the damned things off?  I don't have blondes just sitting in my back pocket on short notice, you know, and //you// can't get out of bed."  God that conversation was //so// long ago, and maybe not appropriate in the present situation, but it just felt //really// good to be joking about stupid shit again.  Like the last month hadn't even happened really.

The sigh that escapes Brody definitely has a soothing effect on Sebastian. Really, considering how their relationship has been up until this point, this should feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's the fatigue, the near-death experience, or maybe it's the fact that he hasn't interacted positively with Brody all month, but either way, so long as the other doesn't get uncomfortable with it, he's far too settled to want to move. His eyes find the scar that Brody holds up for him to view, and he raises his hand to thumb over it gently, surveying the jagged mess. "Yeah, well, thankfully my misfortune hasn't resulted in an open wound," he says almost softly. He supposes he can chalk it down to his tiredness. He's sick - he has every right to blame any sign of weakness on it, alright? He drops his hand, but it comes to rest over Brody's abs. Not entirely unpleasant, either. Again - sick. Can't be held accountable for this. "Not that I don't think you make an excellent point, but I'm not sure there even /is/ a suggestion box," he replies with a quiet laugh. "Or if there is, they've kept it hidden from me. Seems like my reputation extends further than I thought." Not that he'd be entirely surprised to run into someone that he's slept with in this place - although it's not like he's been paying attention, or able to move from his bed. The squeeze on his shoulder has his muscles relaxing under the brief touch. "Then I guess you'd just have to hold the audience all on your own, Brodes. Don't worry - I, as your audience, have faith in you."

For a minute, Brody just listens to Bas breathing-- it's not really healthy, obviously, but it's a much better sound than what was going on a few hours ago.  He's never been so grateful to just hear someone breathe.  He imagines what it must have been like for Marley, back in the beginning of the night, waiting for his breathing to even out-- she must think he's such a coward.  Good-- maybe then these two will stop being so stupid.  Although the idea of falling out of their lives hurts honestly, and so Brody just goes back to the nothing thoughts that involve the feel of Bas against his chest, his own rising and falling weakly, but consistent.  That was probably a stupid move, Brody realizes as Bas trails his fingers along the raised tissue and a shiver goes up his spine.  He can't help but consider the unintentional metaphor Bas managed to slide in there-- god, the three of them were really ripping each other apart, weren't they?  If Brody just had stayed away... He twists his wrist slightly, his thumb moving to overlap the other's hand and rest along his knuckles, squeezing gently as he shoots him a smirk.  "Good point, although if that's how I do with a scratch, do you really want to think about how I'll manage an invalid?" he ribs gently.  He lets Bas loose, although his muscles tense infinitesimally under his touch before relaxing.  It wasn't anything-- he was just sick.  And Brody was just keeping him warm, with his arm wrapped up around him, pulling him against his thermal (because Brody isn't an idiot who goes out in the middle of the night //shirtless//).  Brody scoffs quietly, keeping his voice low, "No suggestion box?  Travesty.  Maybe we should suggest one.  Although the latter could be true-- nobody wants a pompous peacock stuffing the box with dumb suggestions about poisoning the patients with crappy French wine."He chuckles again.  "Well, as a businessman, I think I'd be worried at this point about killing my audience with overstimulation, so you'll just have to wait until you can breathe properly for us to broach the subject again."  Brody's fingers trail lightly against his skin.  "Maybe get some sleep."

Brody's hand resting over his takes him by surprise, but he lets out a breath, anyway, just happy to have the comfort right now. This whole ordeal has been particularly shitty - he /needs/ this right now. Some sort of warmth to make him stop thinking about all the shit going on inside his head. Part of him wants to twist his hand and wrap it around Brody's, but even he feels like that'd be too much right now. Wouldn't want Brody to get the wrong idea. He's drawing a blank on what exactly that is right now, but he can hardly be blamed. His brain is mush. He still manages to roll his eyes at Brody's statement, following it up with a scoff. "All I was looking for was a sponge bath, Brodes. I'm sure you're capable of that without permanently damaging me." He snorts, tired eyes flickering up to meet Brody's. "How are we supposed to suggest one without a suggestion box, genius?" he teases. "No, no - it's not my fault that the only wine that you've tried in your life is the shitty cheap stuff. Clearly you've never had /real/ French wine in your life, or you wouldn't have such a boner for your fake Californian shit." He huffs. "But I'm sick. Shouldn't I be able to use that to my advantage to get what I want? Almost cruel to deny me." His breath shakes as Brody's fingers skim over him. He doesn't /want/ to sleep. If he sleeps, he'll wake up and Brody won't be there. Not that it should bother him. It doesn't, really. He's fine. But their friendship had been in tatters over the past month. Could anyone blame him for wanting to hold on a little longer? "Not tired," he lied, although the croak in his voice betrayed him.

Brody lets out an amused laugh, trying not to shake the bed at Sebastian's response.  "A sponge bath?  Me?  My version of cleaning people up is lining them up against the wall and spraying them down with a hose." His thumb is idling back and forth along Bas' knuckles on the hand that is now resting on his chest.  He should probably let go-- a) it's diseased, and 2) if the guy starts coughing again, he'll need to be able to move.  But...well, he's doing okay right now, and Brody's not holding on //tight// or anything, and...well, if the only one here to realize that he's screwing up again is too out of it to notice, it's kind of okay, right?  It's not like it means anything to Sebastian.  Brody grins and throws a wink.  "You're the pretty one-- shouldn't you be able to just, you know, ask or something?  I figured that was how things worked for you: or is it since you can't bend over for people anymore you've lost your superpowers?  Did we find your Kryptonite, Bas?" The name feels good on his tongue-- familiar, comfortable.  He'd been trying so hard to use Sebastian for so long, and he would again no doubt, but for now it was nice to fall back on old habits.  "Shitty, cheap stuff?  Your kind wouldn't know how to harvest a rhone properly if it stood up and told you.  California is called the Golden State for a reason-- because we don't need to //pretend// to be the best and upcharge for crap product to make people think we're classy.  The product speaks for itself."

"I think that only works when you're seven and want soup.  Otherwise you're stuck with what's 'good' for you."  Brody couldn't help it-- his evil smirk grew wide.  "Bas, I'm only a little sorry to break this one to you, but you're probably going to be denied for a while."  He laughs-- it's mean, but it's so freaking true and funny.  "Seriously, what's the longest dry spell you've ever had?  Because I might confer with Blaine to make a pool and see when you crack."  The funny stops when Sebastian's breathing sputters a little, and Brody stiffens as he shifts, trying to get a better look.  But Bas just insists in his exhausted tone, that he's not tired, and Brody allows himself to relax, eyes rolling slightly.  "Well, maybe you can try a little."  Brody thinks he should offer to move-- to get off the bed completely.  That way Bas can find a position that is comfortable, at least.  But when he forms the words, his chest tightens, and he-- he just can't.  Marley's right: he cares.  He wishes he didn't, because this is Sebastian Smythe, and him caring about //Marley// was a huge deal for him.  And Brody's not going to ask Bas to choose him over her-- that doesn't even make sense.  So instead he's making things more complicated by lying in bed with a guy he can't have, that's in love with a girl he can't have either.  Two thumbs up, Brody.  "Okay, so besides chaps, what could we do to help tire you out?  I'm guessing counting sheep is off the list."  Yes, he purposely dropped that innuendo in there-- shut up.  He's just gauging how close he is to sleeping, that's all.  A coherent Bas wouldn't pass it up, but if he's gone, he won't notice, right?

"Probably not the best idea in my condition, Brodes. I think your only choice is a sponge bath," he reminds the older man with a suggestive smirk. "However, I'm not against the idea of being thrown against a wall by you." As weird as things have been between them, Sebastian can't help but be relieved about the fact that it's so easy to just flirt and tease right now. Granted, he'd made some innuendos at the older man in their texts the previous few nights, but those were mixed in with anger-fuelled words, so they don't really count, do they? Brody's hand skims across his knuckles and Sebastian's heart flutters in a concerning way, which he chooses to chalk down to his fatigue. He returns Brody's grin in kind, not at all helped by Brody's use of the nickname. "Please. I still have this face, and my charm. I suppose I can flirt my way into getting what I want." He's certainly done it plenty of times before. Rolling his eyes, he scoffs at Brody's insistence regarding his inferior wine. "Please. Your wine tastes like urine. But, hey, if that's what you're into - far be it from me to kink shame. I guess it'll just have to go alongside your weird Furry thing. Not my thing, but you do you."

"Well then, what's the point?" he huffs. Still, Brody's next point is a stinger, and his smirk falls a little bit, because - well, shit. "Screw you. And I mean that literally," he grumbles, not really being able to come up with much better. He rolls his eyes as Brody laughs at his misfortune "I don't do dry spells." Which is true - although he's not entirely sure he has any control over this one. He hums quietly in protest over Brody's suggestion, although he's not entirely sure how much longer he can keep himself awake for. He just... wants this. Which he knows he shouldn't. It's... confusing. He needs to not think about it, except that something in the back of his mind is niggling at him and it's getting harder and harder to shut it out. Thankfully, Brody provides him something else to concentrate on, and his lips twitch weakly. "Mm, I can think of a few things. Now that you've brought up the whole 'dry spell' thing, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to sleep at all." He chuckles in anticipation for his own follow-up, because fuck you, he's hilarious. "Care to lend a /hand/?"

“Well, if that’s my //only// choice…” Brody’s voice is low with a hint of a tease.  Which becomes more pronounced when he finishes, “I guess I’ll just have to let you die.  Rough luck there.”  He shakes his head.  “I never said anything about throwing you against a wall, and considering you can’t even stand, I doubt it’s in your range of abilities anyways.”  Not that Brody hasn’t managed to keep Bas steady against a wall without the other carrying any of his bony-ass weight, but that is definitely not the point of this conversation.  “Your face that looks like death warmed over, and your charm, that’s slightly hindered by your inability to go five minutes without coughing up a lung?  Yeah, I think you might be in trouble, Peacock.”  He quirks an eyebrow.  “And you’re familiar with the taste of piss because…?  Why do you keep pushing all of your weird fetishes on me, Bas?  I mean, I’m trying not to judge, but I do have my limits.”  He chuckles softly, sighing in amusement at the younger’s grumbling.  “I don’t know-- some nonsense about getting healthy and whatnot, I guess?  Not having permanent lung damage, which I’m //pretty sure// would long term affect the quality of your sex life?”  His laugh starts growing louder, and soon he’s trying really hard not to fall off balance.  “No, see, I don’t count either Bas-- that’s the point.  Oh my god, this is classic-- like a Greek tragedy.  Oh god.” He should stop laughing-- it’s mean, and Bas is sick.  But it’s so damned funny.  He tries to get a grip on himself, biting hard on his lip that does nothing to conceal his wide grin.  “Well, I guess this will be a whole new experience in restaint for you, huh?  If it makes you feel better, I don’t even think you can get it up when you break a certain temperature.”

He hugs Bas close to him in a sympathetic gesture, although it may be diminished by how hilarious he finds the whole thing.  It’s probably the first funny thing that’s happened in the last over-twenty four hours, and his body is taking it a little far.  But he manages to quiet himself, because he’s trying to get Sebastian to relax.  The quirk in Bas’ expression is more than enough to tell Brody that the man is aware of Brody’s phrasing, and his face breaks into a soft smile even as he lets out a scoff.  Because he now knows where Bas is in terms to sleeping, is all.  He shakes his head and shifts a little, moving them both a little ways closer to the mattress.  Not that Brody’s really tired, but it should help Bas sleep-- and then Brody can go as soon as the others come back.  “Your jokes still suck,” he breathes, blinking lazily and breathing in deeply (no, that is a sigh, not a yawn- he’s fine).  “At least you can blame the infection this time.”  His free hand shifts away from Bas’ shoulder, carding lightly through his hair.  “God, what would NPH think of this,” he mumbles, head a little fuzzy.  “Total waste of a trip to Lima, all because you’d rather linger in a hospital bed than get some rest and get the hell out of here and make a sex tape with him and David?  What the hell am I supposed to watch at Cinema Stix now?  Just plain selfish, Bas…”

The tone of the first part of Brody's sentence makes Sebastian's lips twitch, ready to hit back with more suggestions, but the end of his sentence has him scoffing. "Well then don't go crying to anyone when you're the first person I come back to haunt. You only have yourself to blame. If you think I'm an asshole now, just imagine me as a vengeful spirit." He manages to grab hold of the reigns again, though, smirk falling back in place. "Yeah, but, you know, I have faith that you can hold me up." And, fuck - /that's/ a visual image he's not going to get out of his head any time soon. Damn. "And yet I still look better than anyone else in this place - the staff included. You said it yourself - /slightly/ hindered. I can work around it." Rolling his eyes, he scoffs. "It's an expression, asshole. Besides, I think we've established that /you're/ the one that likes piss, considering you're the one that drinks it on a regular basis, but whatever." Man, he's really off his game today. That's a side effect to this crap that the doctors hadn't pre-warned him of.

He groans as Brody continues to laugh. "Seriously?" Because dammit Brody, it's really not that funny. "How is /that/ supposed to make me feel better? Dick." But Brody's arms around him relax him a little bit - and then the asshole finally manages to calm the fuck down, so he just relaxes against him once more with an indignant huff. When the older man shifts them, Sebastian summons the best of his energy to shuffle and make enough space for Brody to get comfortable. "My jokes are awesome. They're just wasted on you because your sense of humour sucks." And, god, it's getting harder and harder not to let the fatigue drag him under when Brody's hand cards through his hair. He can feel his body getting heavier by the second. "Mm, if they're coming to Lima for their sex tour, then they're obviously just coming so they can have sex with /me/. They'll just have to wait it out." He lets out a weak chuckle. "Don't worry, Brodes. The sex tape's coming."

“So you’re going to die because I don’t lather you up?  That’s not melodramatic at all.  Although I’m curious what ‘vengeful spirit’ Sebastian thinks he can accomplish to make himself more of a nuisance than the corporeal versions.  Just since you won’t be able to touch anything.  Including yourself, I imagine-- wow, that actually would be worse for you than your present situation.”  Brody rakes his teeth across his lip, because he isn’t thinking about that situation right now, because in all honesty, he is in the ultimate boner-killer situation and he doesn’t want to mar that image for future use by knowing he’d thought about it here, while Bas is dead on his feet in a hospital bed.  But he can still keep things light, he reassures himself.  “Well, you are just kind of a sac of potatoes.  With no ass.  But I still probably should let someone medically qualified keep you sanitary.  I’d hate to be responsible for a horny ghost wandering around.”  Brody smiles and glances around the empty room.  “Yeah, I feel like the soaps lied to us.  Where are all the hot doctor and nurses and their wacky antics? I mean, are they all having sex in the break room?”  He scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly.  “I mean, when the almost-dead guy is the eye candy in a place this size, you know there’s problems.”  Brody shakes his head.  “Sure, Bas-- an expression.  Everyone says that.”  He can’t really come up with a good retort, because a) it’s kind of a lame insult to begin with, and 2) the moron is actually really adorable all grumpy, and Brody had to work hard to keep from smiling.  A fact that isn’t helped by Brody getting a massive case of the funnies when he realizes how (not) screwed Bas is going to be for a while.

“See?  You can’t have //that// either!” Man, this could go on for hours, and Brody just can’t help himself-- the sick man just keeps handing the shots to him.  All but laying perfectly flat now, only propped up enough that his head is still able to look down on Bas comfortably (which was //not// the intention-- just coincidence), Brody smiles.  “Mm-hmm.  Absolutely epic, of course.  I’m the one with the ill-developed humor.”  He’s blinking rapidly now, trying to keep his eyes open, but that’s just because of the position he’s in.  Brody just wants to rest his eyes for a minute, while Bas gets comfortable.  Then he can go, after the other drifts off.  “Well, obviously, but I’m not sure if their schedule will provide them the time to wait on such a diva,” he murmurs.  “I'm sure.  Alright Bas, I got you.”  He pulls him in a little closer, his voice dropping in volume and losing track as his thoughts muddle together.  “You're alright.  I’ve got you, Bas.”

"Well you /did/ say you were gonna let me die, Brodes - so, really, you were the one being melodramatic in the first place." Yeah, he's aware that he sounds like a kid when, for all intents and purposes, he's using the argument of 'you started it', but really, Brody /did/ start it. "Don't need to be able to actually touch anything. According to TV rules, I'll have telekinetic powers." He huffs, but ignores the latter part because... yeah, he's got nothing. He chuckles, shifting slightly because, in all honesty, the visual image won't shift from his mind and the last thing he needs to do is pop a boner in the middle of the hospital. His dignity's taken enough of a beating over the past 24 hours. "You tell yourself whatever you need to to get by. But fine - find me a hot doctor, and /he/ can throw me against a wall." No - not helping with the situation at all. Shut up, Sebastian. He snorts. "Right? I can't believe television /lied/ to us. Where's the hot Australian guy from House when we need him?" He clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side. "It's more a testament to how hot I am." Although, he has to admit, the eye candy is somewhat lacking. He rolls his eyes. "It is an expression," he presses back, somewhat weakly. 

He groans at Brody's reply, shaking his head. Why did he ask for this asshole in here again? "You know, most people are /nice/ to sick people. Your bedside manner sucks." Although the older man does make for a comfortable pillow to lean against, so he can't really complain about it that much. "Your humour sucks," he mumbles in agreement, only vaguely aware of the fact that he's repeating himself. Brody's words make his chest squeeze, and he squeezes his eyes tight, because the thought that's been circulating at the back of his mind is glaring at him now - and, fuck. He's too tired to even fight it. Doesn't mean he can't /ignore/ it, but he can't deny to himself that this asshole /means/ something to him. That's a whole new set of terrifying that he can't bring himself to ponder much further - especially when his body is so damned heavy, and he feels like he's fading. His arm snakes over Brody's stomach, though, his body moving of its own free will. "I know," he mumbles quietly, not sure if the older man has even /heard/ him.

“Aw, yes, of course-- how could I forget.  //I’m// the one trying to force me to give you a sponge bath instead of the old lady nurses.”  His smile is soft and he half-hopes Bas //isn’t// tired, because this stupid back-and-forth really is something he’s missed.  “Yeah, I don’t think telekinesis is going to help your particular issue, so unless your plan is to make me suffer with you by leaving me in a perpetual state of blue balls…”  Brody doesn’t know when he started falling back into sex talk-- he shouldn’t be.  They’re in a hospital, for pete’s sake-- the guy is hooked up to an IV, staying for multiple days.  And Brody shouldn’t even be here: he should have left when Blaine showed up.  But as he’s been doing continuously, he pushes the thought of what he should do from his mind in favor of the comfortable feeling of what they //are// doing.  Brody scoffs, “Oh yeah, absolutely-- the next hot doctor I see is all yours Bas. I’ll just make sure he understands your vitals and actual well-being are secondary to you being pushed up against a wall.”  He shakes his head in faux disgust.  “Or that redhead from Grey’s Anatomy?  Or hell, I’d take George Clooney at this point.  I’m telling you-- I must have been out of my mind driving you here.  I feel awful.”  He smirks, “Yes, Bas-- your deathly pallor is the sexiest thing to grace these halls.  Should the zombie apocalypse come, we will have to either keep you alive at all costs or shoot you before the undead arrive, because otherwise everyone will line up waiting for your bony undead ass to feast on them.”  Wow, his mind is really fritzing from lack of sleep apparently, even though he’s not tired.

He’s trying like hell to control himself-- he thinks he might be in shock.  It’s a little familiar to what happened after the thing with the ostrich, after all.  “Most people don’t end up in the hospital for doing a strip show in the snow.  So--” snort “--this is about as much //sucking// as you’re going to be getting for a while, Bas.”  They’re both quiet now, though, and through Brody’s fuzzy brain, he’s pretty sure Bas said something back, but the only thing he really notices anymore is how soft and warm Bas’ skin is (not clammy anymore, thank god, just warm), and how oddly soothing it is to feel his body wheezing against him.  “Mm-hmm…” He’s just really comfortable right now,  He’ll get up in just a second...

"See? I mean, all you need to do is talk to the person at the reception desk. I'm pretty sure they'd be fine with it." He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "I mean, some vengeful spirits /can/ have sex, but, you know, they usually kill you afterwards, so I'll stick with the telekinesis- you're welcome. Maybe I'll just follow you around and start scaring away any potential for sex. Misery loves company, after all." Why is it that every single conversation with this asshole ended up escalating into the most ridiculous scenarios they could drum up? Not that he's complaining - it's actually kind of amusing. "Good - I'm glad we cleared that one up. Just make sure he's strong enough to hold me up, will you? If I'm getting pinned against a wall, I don't want my feet touching the ground." And, of course, he can barely hold himself up as it is. The very idea of having sex right now is /exhausting/, even for him. Not that it makes it any less fun to joke about. "Seriously, Brodes. What were you thinking? Isn't there a way to check out the attractiveness of the staff /before/ you dump a guy in here? I feel like that should be a thing. Should've just kept driving." He raises his eyebrows, but lets out a fond huff of amusement. Brody's mind really is one of a kind. "I wouldn't worry about it. Being that I'm obviously the protagonist in this situation, I'd have to at least make it through the ordeal longer than everyone else would. I mean, once I'm out of the picture, everyone else would just be too depressed to go on, anyway."

He groans, running his hands over his face. He really had set that one up, hadn't he? He's starting to wonder if this isn't more of a subconscious effort on his part to /allow/ Brody to make his not-at-all-funny jokes. He hums against Brody, only a little aware of the way that he presses himself against the older man as if trying to seek out the heat as his body attempts to drag him under.

“Of course-- I mean, you’re just hooked up to an IV here for days.  What could possibly go wrong that you wouldn’t want just anyone looking after you?”  Brody murmurs softly, even smiling now despite the fact that it is actually a terrifying thing, Bas attached to all these wires and tubes and laying here until who knows when.  He nods in mocking thoughtfulness, “Yeah, well, I guess I appreciate you not sucking out my soul through my dick, or however that works,” he chuckles at the insanity of the remark.  “Yeah, but I’ll still be able to get myself off, unlike you-- so there’s that at least.”  Brody lets out a soft sigh, because that’s some imagery he’s not unfamiliar with-- if Bas didn’t look so awful right now, he’d consider being turned on-- but tacks on a quiet laugh to smooth it over.  “I will make sure it is right after ‘hot’ on my list of priorities as I scour the floors for you.”  He hums softly in concession at Bas’ accusation, because the whole thing is nonsense, really.  “Next time, absolutely.”  Like hell there’ll be a next time-- next time Bas goes out drinking, Brody’s hunting him down and locking him in the bathroom.  Not the nice one-- the guest bathroom.  Brody’s lips pull upwards in amusement as Bas predicts the story’s outcome.  “Absolutely-- we’ll all be too lost without you: may as well just lay down and let them have us.”

It probably takes too long, but eventually Bas is too exhausted to keep feeding into Brody’s hysterics, and without the fuel the fire manages to die down, with him just carefully tracing his fingers against his arm, breathing the scent of his hair in a way that relaxes his overworked worry and tense muscles, and as Bas’ noisy breaths even out, he allows himself to rest his eyes for just another minute.

The sun isn’t going to be up for another hour, he’s fairly certain, when something draws Brody awake.  An unsettling feeling-- like guilt or embarrassment, which is odd, he thinks as his arms curl tighter around the warm body lying on top of him, because he doesn’t know why he’d be either in the comfort of his own-- His brain finally catches up, and his eyes fly open to reveal that he’s fallen asleep in the hospital room-- in Sebastian’s bed, with Sebastian, in the hospital room.  With Blaine now staring at them from the doorway, and Brody realizes how this looks, and practically flies out of the bed, only moving slow enough to keep the guy from banging his head on the uncomfortable mattress before scurrying away from him.  “He’s asleep, I think he’s okay-- I should go.”  It all comes out in a rush, faster still when Marley comes up behind him, eyes widening at what he’s sure looks like him being very flustered by their appearance.  He doesn’t wait for their response, just bolts out of the door and out of the hotel as quickly as his feet can take him, trying to ignore the tingling sensation left over, on his skin and in his chest, as he turns on his truck and shifts into gear.

[squaredancing-weston]

Am I your fire? Your one desire? Yes I know it’s too late But I want it that way

(Tell me why) Ain’t nothing but a heartache (Tell me why) Ain’t nothing but a mistake

@wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe

[squaredancing-weston]

Aesthetic Moodboard || Brody Weston || Moving to Florida

Sorry. I'm tierd. I fuck evrything up. I'm gonna be striaght and chistian in Florida and suck less.

[squaredancing-weston]

Three things you find attractive?

cliche stuff, really: witty, passionate, and adventurous are good ones.

Apparently also stupid, stubborn, and very vocal in bed…

[moving-weston-smythe-blog]

Do you love your real kid more?

Of course I do.  I mean, Teddy’s imaginary siblings are okay, I guess, but really, I’d much rather hang out with her and Frankie and Ellie.  It’s something about that corporeal-ness.  Makes hugs better.

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para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 10

Brody

Of course, Brody’s eyes rolled as his breath chuckled against the other at Bas’ request.  “Sure Bas, you can have 65 percent,” he agreed, nuzzling his way along the other man’s skin complacently.  So long as he continued feeling like this, Brody didn’t mind at all giving up the whole of his share of credit.  “Golden calf and everything…”

Brody’s eyelids drooped with a sigh as he relished the girl’s fingers against his scalp, and he smirked, following her gaze back over his shoulder in amusement.  “Yeah, i guess he’s not so hard on the eyes,” he agreed playfully, shifting so she could reach across to the other man.  He rotated his angle with her, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on Bas’ skin as Brody pressed his lips along the top of Marley’s head that was still in reach.  He had to shift out of the way to give Sebastian better access as he moved to make quick work of her dress, Brody releasing his grip so that he could help out with the opening-- the dress looked good, but Brody felt the damn thing was too complicated at the moment and just a damned hindrance.  And seriously, Marley looked way better naked, the exposed parts smooth and sharply contrasting with where Bas had gotten to her last.  He chuckled a little at the sight, but found himself on the receiving end of Marley’s grip, pulling him in as she attempted to make out with both men as close to simultaneously as possible.  Brody was easy, sucking at her lip when she found her way toward him, his hand cupping one of her breasts and circling her nipple with his thumb.  “I feel like that’s what started this whole thing, wasn’t it?” he accused lightly, lips twitching.  He shifted closer toward the group though, straddling Marley’s waist with his knee bracing against Bas’ to stay balanced as his fingers quietly slid down the other man’s thigh and brushed against his balls, trying to gauge if he was ready for the next round as he began rolling them between his fingers gently.  His eyes, however, remained on Marley, and between kisses, he smirked, “What do you want, Marls?”  he whispered lowly.  He could think of a lot of ways to allow her that kind of access, and all of them sounded good at the moment.

Sebastian

Sebastian flashed a cocky grin in reply. "Sixty-five? Come on, Brodes - holding back like that takes a hell of a lot of effort." He cocked his head to the side, mulling it over. "Although, I suppose you did your fair share of work there, Cowboy." He closed his eyes with a pleasurable hum, basking in the attention.

He watched the other two in a daze - the familiarity of the touches between them, how good they looked together - god. He hoped that this became a thing. He was already sleeping with them both repeatedly, it seemed. Why not mix it up? It was definitely something he could see himself becoming addicted to easily. He smirked lazily at Brody as the older man's fingers trailed tingles over his skin under the pads of his fingers. "Understatement," he huffed in reply to Brody. He leaned into Marley's kiss, shifting his body closer to her to have better access to the two, and skimming his thumb over her cheek with a grin. "Didn't look so bad yourself, there, Marls. Fucking stunning." His hand ran across her stomach, and he began to press soft kisses over her jaw, breath hitching as he felt Brody's hands slide over his thighs and up to his balls, groaning against Marley's skin. "Yeah, Marls - anything you want," he promised, kissing her collarbone and waiting attentively for her answer.

Marley

Marley was content for now, lying there with both of them, because she felt kind of wonderful. She wasn’t as drunk as before. At least she didn’t think she was, but she could her hand continued to stroke Brody’s scalp, and she nodded. “He is pretty.” She agreed, grinning over at Sebastian, as she scooted closer to Brody. She loved the way his lips felt against her head right now, and it was that moment she realized she could do this every day, with both of them. She didn’t want this to end. Stroking Sebastian’s arm after he removed her dress, Brody began teasing her nipple, and and she felt the sensitive bud harden under his touch. Running her hand through her hair as he straddled her waist, she let out a heavy sigh.

“You felt wonderful.” She commented, grinning over at Sebastian, pulling his lips back to her own, focusing on both of them, Sebastian’s lips back on her jaw, and Brody pressed against her stomach. It was almost a sensory overload. “I want…” She thought for a moment, pressing her lips together as she thought. “I want you to fuck me.. God I want both of you.” Her head was spinning, and she took a deep breath, one hand reaching out for Sebastian, and the other running down Brody’s chest, marking him slightly.

Brody

Brody laughed softly, “It does; and I for one enjoyed every minute of you doing it.”  However, coming down from his initial high slightly, he now couldn’t bring himself to point out the Sebastian that, since there were three of them, he already had given the pompous peacock the entirety of his share; at least not since the other had brought it up.  He sighed, pausing to linger as the younger man practically purred beneath his lips, before returning to tracing patterns along his skin with his tongue.  “Damn straight,” he muttered into his shoulder blades.  “Damn drunk gigglers would probably have fallen off the bed without supervision.”  It was an interesting thing-- not that he hadn’t seen Bas erupt in intoxicated amusement before, but he was still usually much more controlled.   With Marley there to goad him on, the two had seemed to feed off each other for a minute.  Luckily, they were able to shift that to sex, but it could have been a very tricky night.  Giggly drunks were a little distracting in bed, and not usually in a good way for Brody.  

For all his mocking of Sebastian, Brody was pretty damned close to purring himself as Marley’s nails combed through his hair.  Luckily, the man in question felt the need to interject about the comments being made about him, and the older was able to chuckle with amusement instead.  Watching them was a bit...confusing, he supposed, though sexy as hell.  Guys and girls didn’t generally mix in his sexcapades, and he actually was kind of grateful that Marley and Bas had each other in this.  Which made him momentarily wonder how drunk he was, except he’d stopped trying to think this thing through before they’d made it through the bedroom door, and his hazy mind wasn’t that interested in backtracking as he breathed her lavender-scented sex hair, lips softly pressing into it.  Even better, both seemed to be recovered, if Marley’s hardening peak and Bas’ groan from either of his hands’ work were anything to go by.  He shifted his weight slightly, bringing the leg not using Bas’ as a balance in closer to Marley’s back as she sighed, trying to suppress a shiver as her fingers raked his front.  Brody broke out into a mischievous grin at her words.  That sort of request he could definitely work with, “As you command,” he whispered, before ironically releasing his grip on both and untangling himself from the pair, sliding off the bed.  

“Give me a minute, and we’re going to need a few more condoms,” he noted as he shuffled quickly into the bathroom, half closing the door-- Lily’s joke had only offered up the two, after all.  “And don’t leave Bas in charge of anything,” he couldn’t help but add teasingly as he turned on the shower.  He didn’t even give it a chance to heat up properly-- just sucked down some water from the tap to let it get passed ice cold before grabbing a mouthful of rinse and jumping in to scrub himself off.  Sebastian was freaking anal retentive about his hygiene (pun intended), and no one had complained, but Brody knew his safety practices, and he was not planning on staying on the margins all night.  Also, despite licking up a lot of sweat, his mouth literally probably tasted like ass-- hot ass, but ass nonetheless.  But his dick was also getting hard, despite the less than warm water, and there were two incredibly sexy naked people probably already having sex in the next room not helping; so the minute he could spit out the rinse he decided he was clean enough, shutting down the water and sweeping the droplets off his skin with a towel before striding back into the bedroom, pausing at the side of the bed to take in the mouth-watering sight before him, his hand wrapping around his cock and stroking himself, groaning softly.

Sebastian

Choosing to ignore the reminder that he'd caved to pressure - because, fuck, he was never going to hear the end of that now, was he? - Sebastian slid his fingers through Brody's hair as his tongue and lips explored him, his chuckle coming out a little bit like gravel. "I don't giggle, and we're not that bad. Need I point out that you're the one that dropped us, genius." Thanks to Marley, but that was beside the point. And, okay, he might have giggled a little bit, but alcohol tended to have that effect on him. He was usually much better at suppressing it.

"You better believe it, Rosie." Sebastian replied, murmuring into Marley's lips before returning to dot kisses over her shoulder. He couldn't help but wonder how the hell he got here, and what kind of karma he'd earned to be able to have this, even for one night. God, for once in his life, he hoped it wouldn't just be one night. His eyes fell to Brody's lips, watching as they stretched into a grin that usually meant something exciting and all manner of hot was going to happen. It didn't fail to make his dick stir at the thought. It was followed by a quiet whine when Brody broke away from them.

Part of him wanted to take Marley with him and join Brody in the shower, but the other part - the much more logical part - remembered how much of a squeeze it was in Marley's shower. Sadly, that part of him won, but it didn't mean that he wasn't going to keep himself and Marley occupied in the meantime. He shuffled closer to his best friend, hand skimming over her cheek and up to comb through her hair, drawing her in so that their lips were sliding together once more. "We should show him what he's missing by leaving the party, hm?" he mumbled, teeth scraping her lower lip as he made his way down her jaw, her collarbone, and his hand reached up to cup her breast sensually as his tongue ran down to circle her nipple, nipping the small bud with his lips. His hand trailed down her skin, fingertips skimming over her curves and making their way south, before he was reaching down to tease her clit gently with his finger. Might as well get her worked up for Brody getting back. And, holy fuck, she was dripping.

Marley

Marley still felt like she was living off of a high of some sort. Humming contently as she laid there, watching them together. She could get use to this. Laying in bed naked with both of them, kissing them.. Touching them. “We would be fine.” Marley teased, her tongue sticking out at him as she curled into Sebastian. For a moment, she wondered if this was a dream, but even her dreams weren’t this great.

She stroked Brody’s hair softly, and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, you dropped us.” She teased, her hand moving down his head, and towards a scar she noticed on his shoulder, stroking it softly as she hummed against Sebastian’s lips. “Oh yeah?” She hummed, grinning, as her hand moved to Brody’s belly, and stroked a scar she found there. Shuddering at Brody’s words, she actually let out a whine as he pulled back. She watched as he headed to her bathroom, and nodded her head. “Alright. They’re in the third drawer.” She called out, turning her attention towards her best friend.

He was up to something. Marley knew that look in his eyes, and she kinked an eyebrow as he shifted closer to her. “We should.. Let him know what he missed..” She mumbled, pulling him close towards her as he kissed down her neck. Marley’s on hand slipped down his body, and stroked his cock as he teased her nipple. Groaning, her thumb ran over his slit, and she began working his cock slowly as her lips moved to his neck, sucking slightly to his skin when she noticed Brody. “Mmm..” She mumbled, nudging Bas a bit, and reaching for Brody’s leg, pulling him close to her, and taking him in her mouth teasingly, before pulling back. “Finally joining us?” She asked, grinning back at him, and tugging him into the bed.

Brody

Brody’s lips quirked in amusement as he breathed out a laugh into Sebastian’s skin.  “Of course not-- you have a very rugged, masculine laugh--definitely not a drunken giggle.”  With Marley’s interjection as well, the older man simply rolled his eyes.  “Yes, absolutely fine.  Though I’d like to point out the reason that this ‘genius’ lost his balance was because someone was groping my ass while I carried two full grown adults.  And they should be grateful they ended up on the bed instead of the floor where they belong.”  

He may have been managing okay with Marley carding through his hair, but the minute her hands began trailing along his marks, Brody’s eyes drifted shut and he hummed in pleasure as she left tingles along the raised tissue.  That old horse injury on his shoulder; the burn on his stomach-- every one a reminder, and every soft drag across it the nonsensical reassurance that validated him regardless of them.  It didn’t make sense that he basically got off on the sensation, his cock beginning to stiffen against her leg, but hey-- sometimes arousal was just weird.  His smile grew affectionately as Bas referred to the girl by the nickname-- like they’d been doing this forever-- and he breathed into her ear, “Anything you want, Marls,” before licking along the shell.  But he really did need to fix himself up, much as it killed him to pull away from the warmth of them both.  Although it was nice to hear both vocalize a protest at his departure-- apparently he wasn’t just a third wheel after all.  Or he was a mind-blowing third wheel, which was equally flattering.

Brody’s eyes were fixed on the scene before him: the way Bas’s mouth freaking hooked onto Marley’s skin possessively, fervidly, and yet achingly soft as he suckled at her chest.  The way his nimble fingers danced across her nub, playing her like a freaking piano, all while Marley’s tiny hands stroked his erection slowly and deliberately as her teeth left their own marks along his neck.  It was way better than porn, Brody was pretty sure as he twisted his hand around his dick, adjusting the friction for a change of pace.  

When Marley took notice of him, he flashed her a smirk.  “Thought I told you not to let him take charge?” he replied, nodding at the man clearly enjoying himself.  He was sure he would have had a witty add-on for the statement, but as she dragged him closer, Marley’s lips smoothed over his sensitive head, causing him to release his grip and let out a breathy moan as she enveloped him in her wet heat.  “Fuck,” he whispered, fixing her with a smirk as she pulled back and eyed him eagerly, and easily falling to his knees onto the bed.

“You want us both, Princess?” he growled deviously, pulling two pillows closer and stacking them on top of each other between himself and Sebastian.  “We can definitely do that.  On your back.”  He guided her to an arch, as her head rested on the mattress sidled next to Bas’ leaking cock, back braced over the pillow and legs settled on the other side where Brody was now straddling her.  The older man took a moment to appreciate the way she was stretched out, breasts on perfect display, red marks starting to dot up along her upper torso, and her perfect blue eyes as they watched both him and the younger man.  “Anything you can get your hands on is yours, Marls,” he told her, “But certain parts may be preoccupied.”  He smirked and reached over for Bas’ cock, stroking it in his hand in order to guide some precum against Marley’s lips, all while his own dick grinded slowly into her stomach.  He arched an eyebrow at the younger man, encouraging him to take over for himself, before sliding his free hand along Marley’s entrance and groaning, “Fuck you’re wet.”  He reached over for one of the condoms, because he needed to be in Marley, like, now.  “Fucking soaked.  Bas, did you do this?” He turned from Sebastian to Marley, trying to goad them both as they worked each other over, even while Marley couldn’t really answer and was making it pretty damn hard to concentrate for himself.  “Did he fucking work you over so hard you’re already set to be wrecked?”  He tore off the foil and rolled the latex over himself, glancing back to the green eyes level with his own, “Did you want to switch Bas?  I mean, I want to watch you take her mouth-- I want her tongue all over your fucking cock while you use those damn hands on her nipples, just tease her till she’s buzzing all around you.  I want you to watch me slam into her until her mouth’s just that much tighter around your cock because she can’t scream.  I want to have her reach over and tease your balls, fucking having you cum down her throat, while I…” he slid his hand down her skin, circling along her clit and pinching it gently as he moved to line up his cock at her entrance.  “So, last chance, Bas-- are you where you want to be?”  He dipped his tip in slightly, practically dying as he remained still right between Marley’s thighs, locking eyes with Sebastian pointedly.

Sebastian

"Yes, thank you," Sebastian replied, drawing a line up and down Brody's spine with his finger idly. "Rugged and manly and not at all giggly." Sebastian was hardly the type to describe himself as manly, in all honesty - even he wasn't that delusional. He scoffed at Brody's claim, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, you should've been prepared for distractions. You can hardly expect us to keep our hands to ourselves, Brodes. You're pretty gropable." Was that a word? It was now. Or so his booze-addled mind had decided. Still, the fact that Brody was strong enough to carry them both at once was giving him way too many ideas that he was too drunk to process right now.

"Yeah," Sebastian breathed, a smirk playing on his lips against Marley's neck, breath hitching as his best friend wrapped her hand around him. His hips rolled into the touch automatically, as his finger increased the pressure on Marley's clit, her groan making him echo with one of his own. He smirked against her collarbone at Brody's statement, resisting the urge to roll his eyes - but Marley shifted to tease Brody when he returned, and rather than form some kind of comeback, his mind was far too busy cooking up everything that he wanted to do with these two - everything that he wanted to see them do to each other.

Predictably, Brody took charge, and Sebastian was hardly complaining, because it was always difficult for him to think straight in moments like this. He wanted everything, greedy to have them in every way he possibly could - and, fuck, if he had his way, he definitely would at some point. For now, though, Brody guided him towards Marley's lips, and the look that the older man gave him prompted him to run his thumb over her bottom lip to prompt her open, letting out a breath as he was instantly surrounded by the wet heat of her mouth, his hand sliding into her hair, almost for support. Eyes flickering at Brody, he gave her a smug grin. "Well somebody had to work her back up, Brodes - and you were otherwise occupied." Fuck, Brody was a talker. It was something that he always loved about their sexcapades. Sometimes dirty talk would just make him cringe, but Brody never failed to hit just the right note with him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognised that it might have something to do with the person who was doing the talking, but he was too distracted to the drag of Marley's tongue over his cock to even process the thought properly. "Fuck-- yeah. I'm good here." He ran his free hand down to Marley's breast, thumb teasing over her nipple lightly. "So good, Marls. Fuck."

Marley

“He does giggle.” Marley agreed, smiling impishly over at Sebastian, and sticking her tongue out at him. Her lips pouted when Brody reminded her it was her fault he stumbled, and she shrugged. “You have a nice ass, and I was playing with your scar. You like it.” She commented, stroking the scar over his eyebrow tenderly.

She wasn’t lying  when she said he liked it. She watched, her blue eyes peering over at Sebastian, then back at Brody as he hardened against her leg. Leaning in, she kissed his neck softly. “See.” She whispered, nipping at the skin. A shudder ran down her spine at his words, and she nodded. “Everything. I want it all.” She mumbled, and after the older teacher left, Marley continued stroking Sebastian in almost a needy fashion. Her lips, and nails leaving marks on his skin. It was still kind of unreal that this was happening. The comfort in being able to lay her with Sebastian, pretty much getting him off while Brody seemingly cleaned himself up was an amazing feeling. She was a selfish woman, she knew that, but she didn’t care. Roughly biting at her best friends neck, she smirked, her legs spreading further apart as he exploded her, her hips arching towards his touch.

Even with this attention, she wanted both of them on her. Like she said, she was a selfish woman, and the best way to do it was her way. Grinning as his taste filled her mouth, she licked her lips, grinning up at him, and waggling her finger so he could join them. “Hello to you too.” She cooed, her blue eyes twinkling as she peered over at him. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?” And like that, Brody took control. Propping her on pillows, shifting so he was between her thighs, and so close to her warm heat, she could practically feel him. “So I won’t get punished for using my hands?” She teased, biting her lip as Brody brought Sebastian’s cock towards her mouth. Her best friend stroked her lip, and she nipped at his finger, before she felt his cock slip into her mouth. Moaning around him, she went to work, her eyes looking back and forth between the two as Brody talked. He always talked so much, which was amusing. He never talked this much outside of the bedroom. At least it didn’t seem like that. Gripping Bas’ hips, she popped him out of her mouth. “Fuck me.” She told Brody, her hips jerking forward against his cock so his tip entered her, and she whimpered, taking Sebastian back into her mouth, moaning as he began teasing her breast. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his cock, as she squeezed his hips with one hand, and stroked his balls with the other.

Brody

Sebastian’s finger along his skin caused a sharp inhale on Brody’s part as he suppressed a shudder-- although his words definitely helped, because rugged and manly were really not the first words that came to mind with Bas, and just hearing him say it was pretty damn amusing.  He smirked at Marley’s retort, “Apparently I’ve been overruled,” he shrugged unapologetically.  The two of them were ridiculous, honestly, but at this point Brody kind of adored it.  “I don’t--” he sucked in a sharp breath, humming lightly as he rolled into her gentle touch “--hate it, I suppose,” he forced himself to finish, though it came out anything but casual, before turning to Bas, “I guess you’re right, Bas.  I mean, Marls said it:  I have a nice ass.  One with some shape to it-- although I guess concave can be considered a shape-- so I guess you could be onto something.  Although I may not be trustworthy enough to carry two grabby drunks if I’m that irresistible.”  He chuckled, sliding a hand over to grip Sebastian’s backside because all this talk of asses just put him in that mood and damn that thing had grown on him.

“That it was, Marls,” Brody agreed, leaning in to kiss her, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip hungrily.  He wished he had time-- or the patience, more appropriately-- to just kiss her, to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue.  But goddamn he could barely breathe for how hard he was right now, so he’d just have to wait on another time.  As he guided her down he quirked an eyebrow at her joke, “It’s your game, Marls-- whatever you want,” he reminded her, splaying his hand down the valley of her breasts, pressing against her stomach and sliding over to grip her wrist teasingly.  His other hand was reveling at the feel of Bas’ shaft, his thumb tracing up and down the vein as he stroked it lightly.  He pressed his hips hard against Marley as the younger man reached out, stroking the girl’s lip sensually, her lips wrapping around his fingers before she opened up and took him in, a jolt of lust shifting his hand up to grab the man’s shoulder so he could lean in and claim his lips roughly, because fuck.  

He did manage to regain control of himself after a second, though, and pulled back to find some relief of his own.  The older man slipped a finger inside Marley probingly, licking his lips as he slid against her slicked up walls easily.  He flashed a grin over at Bas’ retort, “I suppose I should be grateful then.  Because fuck, Marls--” he pulled out the soaked digit and wrapped his lips around it, savoring the taste, bucking his hips again before he wrapped and lined himself up with the girl.  He watched as Sebastian groaned, eyes blown  while Marley did her work, although apparently he waited too long for the girl as she ground up against him, pulling out of Bas long enough to demand Brody’s attention.  That was enough for Brody, obviously, and he pushed in with one fluid motion, completely sheathing himself inside of her as he kept his eyes on the scene before him.  As he began moving inside of her, building up a rhythm, he shifted his body to better balance his weight, bracing one hand below her stomach, thumb circling her clit; and the other snaking up toward the breast not currently occupied by Sebastian, because that peacock already got his turn, dammit.  “God fucking holy hell--” he grunted with a particularly rough thrust against her walls, pinching the nipple between his fingers.  “Fuck, Marls-- Bas-- I just want you to fuck each other like this for the rest of the fucking night.  So fucking hot…”  

Sebastian

Sebastian wrinkled his nose at their insistence. "Well your ears were clearly mistaken, then," he replied, sticking his tongue out at Marley in a (super mature, manly) reply. He watched Marley's finger stroke over Brody's scars, smirking at the noises coming from the other man. "Oh yeah. You're making that much clear." He had to admit, Brody's scars were pretty damn hot. He couldn't blame his best friend for being so attached to them. He scoffed at Brody's comment about his ass, and grinned triumphantly when his hand gripped onto said ass. "Right. Because your talk about my ass having no shape to it really makes sense when you're groping me. As always, your logic never fails to impress, Brodes." Not that he was complaining - because, hey, who would complain in this situation?

Shuddering as Brody's hand wreaked havoc on his senses and Marley's lips wrapped around his finger and then his cock. He could barely even think straight - every thought in his brain swirling together into incoherent murmurings of praise and expletives, some of which may or may not have escaped through his lips before Brody claimed his mouth, making Sebastian press into the kiss with equal fervor, his tongue demanding.

"Hey, any time, Brodes," Sebastian quipped, but his voice was a little rough with lust. His eyes shifted to where Brody's finger was wrapping his lips around his own finger, his throat running dry. God. There were so many things going on that he could barely keep up - his own cock enveloped in a delicious heat, Marley spread out between them, Brody's cock disappearing inside her. His thumb circled Marley's nipple, before skimming over the nub, and he rolled his head back with a heady moan. Shit. How could he ever top this experience?  "Seeing you two together-- is nothing-- to scoff at either--" he managed through panted breath. "Fucking gorgeous."  

Marley

“You so do.” Marley teased, laughing at Sebastian’s tone. This felt nice. Carefree. She grinned as she explored his scars gauging his reaction. She liked this. Fuck, she liked it a lot. Grinning over at Sebastian, she shrugged. “I mean it seems logical.” She teased, wiggling her ass. “Mine is the best!” Though she loved theirs, so there is that. “You could so do it! You already did! I can play nice!”

Brody’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and she groaned, practically leaning into the kiss because fuck, he could kiss. She watched Brody finger Sebastian's cock, and it was such a sensory overload. She was practically dying here. She wanted it all. She wanted them both. This was hers. Sebastian filled her mouth, and hit the back of her throat. Her blue eyes darkened as she watched the two men kissed, and she wished she could say more. Instead, she swallowed around Sebastian, taking him deeper in her mouth.

Brody slid a finger into her, and her hips jerked forward, her eyes rolling back as she watched him lick his finger. Groaning against Sebastian’s cock, Marley felt him enter her, and went to work. This had to be the best feeling in the world, and Bas’ sentiment was right. Watching them inside of her, kissing, together. Fuck, it was beautiful.

[moving-weston-smythe-blog]

March, 2023

That odd moment when your brother calls asking if he can crash on your couch because he and his wife are fighting because she’s not ready for him to get a vasectomy, because they’re only on number 4.  

Meanwhile, your wife is hormonal with some other couple’s kid, you’ve got two daughters of your own going crazy around the house, and your goddamn husband still won’t consider getting fixed.  

Irony, thy name is Smythe.

[squaredancing-weston]

Relationship Soundtrack || Brody Weston, Sebastian Smythe, Marley Rose || Third Degree Burns

Fix (Chris Lane)   That long drink, that sugar on your lips/ That favorite habit, you gotta have it, you can’t quit

Nicotine (Panic! At the Disco)   I taste your lips and I can’t get rid of you/ So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys)   (Do I wanna know) if this feeling flows both ways?/ (Sad to see you go) was sorta hoping that you’d stay

Dark Side (Kelly Clarkson)  There’s a place that I know/ It’s not pretty there and few have ever gone/ If I show it to you now/ Will it make you run away?

Flaws (Bastille) You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve/ and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Never Let Me Go (Florence and the Machine) And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me...And it’s over/ And I’m going under

I Found (Amber Run)   And I’ll use you as a warning sign/ that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind/ And I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

I Hate You, I Love You (Gnash feat Olivia O’Brien)   Fucked around and got too attached to you/ Friends can break your heart too

Vanilla Twilight (Owl City)  I look at my hands and feel sad/ ‘cause the spaces between my fingers/ are right where yours fit perfectly

I Don’t Wanna Know (Maroon Five feat Kendrick Lamar)  Wasted/ And the more I drink the more I think about you...My friends are acting strange/ They don’t bring up your name/ Are you happy now?

I’m Coming Over (Chris Young) Try not to think about you/ But it ain’t working/ Why put out a fire when it’s still burning

All Time Low (Jon Bellion) I’ve been trying to fix my pride/ But that shit’s broken/ Lie (lie, lie), I try to hide/ But now you know it

Bonus Track:

Stay a Little Longer (Thompson Brothers) I tell myself I’m not in love/ but one more time’s just not enough

@wmhs-marleyrose​ @sebadasssmythe​ @squaredancing-weston​

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 8

Brody

Brody’s hand curled around Marley’s ankle-- pretty much the most he could touch her at this point.  He was basically the caboose of this conga line, for now, which he’d chosen, but that meant the best he could do was grind his fingers roughly, desperately, against her skin, wishing like hell he was further up.  Not that his current position was a bad one.  His tongue was pushing and pulling carefully along Bas’ walls, stretching him out because Brody was planning on doing a lot more than rimming him by the time he was through, and he had a whole extra person to do it with-- if he could win out this round.  Sebastian swore, and Brody paused, but the younger man seemed stubborn, so instead, Brody slid his extra hand around him, curling his fingers around to cup his balls, massaging them teasingly.  “Come on, Bas,” he growled into the other man’s skin, tongue lapping a few times at his entrance before dipping back in, pushing up against his prostate.

When Marley cried out to be untied, Brody suddenly paused, his brain blank with hazy confusion.  She was asking to be untied-- did she mean it?  Was he hurting her?  He hadn’t really checked, maybe it was too much...but Bas’s response soothed him.  He’d made safe words-- she was fine.  Frustrated, apparently, but when had that ever stopped Brody from getting what he wanted?  He curled a nail hard into her bone, pulling away from his place to sidle back along Bas’ ear, biting constantly along his back on his way up, and sucking hard at the back of his neck.  He shifted over the younger man, breath hot in his ear as he nipped the shell roughly.   “What do you think Bas?  She wants you to have a turn.  How much longer are you going to make her wait?  How much longer can you wait, Bas?”  He reached down and teased the man’s balls with his fingertips.  “Go on and tell her what you want, Bas.  All you have to do is ask,” he reminded him with a smirk. 

Sebastian

God, Brody's tongue - he was pretty sure he'd never be able to forget the way that Brody's tongue felt stretching him out. It was tantalising, yet torturous at the same time - making him yearn for more. He could feel himself edging closer and closer to that breaking point - especially as Brody began to tease his balls, making him groan again. But, no. He had to stay strong. Despite the fact that his dripping cock was very much against that idea.

Sebastian took his mouth away from Marley for a few seconds to assess her. "Green, Marls?" Her frustration was understandable - he remembered all too well what it was like not to be able to move his hands. He remembered the desperation of needing to touch. Fuck, he was feeling it himself - not being allowed to touch himself, to get the friction he was so desperate for. When Marley gave them the all-clear, though, he nodded, nipping at her thigh again, before returning his lips to nip at her clit, his finger sliding inside her this time - warm, wet and tight... which really wasn't helping the frustration as the reminder of what it felt like when Marley was wrapped around him flashed through his mind. Not that the sounds she was making as his tongue flicked over her soft nub again was anything to scoff at.

The combination of Brody's lips, the light touching - fuck, his goading forced a whimper from the back of his throat, but there was no chance in hell he was losing this one. Not when he'd come so close to begging the last time. Fuck, Brody did know how to put him in a vulnerable position. Not that Sebastian didn't enjoy the challenge. His breath hitched as the pads of Brody's fingers skimmed over his balls. "I want--" he swallowed around the words, forcing them back down his throat, and forcing his lips into a far more confident smirk than he was sure he could manage. "Want to make Marley scream my name."

Marley

Flexing her ankle against Brody’s hand, Marley groaned. She had a feeling Brody was teasing Bas, and why that surprised her, she didn’t know. Though, in all actuality she figured their relationship was like that. She was trying her best to hold off on cumming. It was stupid, but she didn’t want it to end. Sebastian asked if she was fine, and Marley nodded. “Ye..yeah. Green.” She groaned, biting down on her lip, looking at both men, because she wanted to touch someone, but being tied up was hot. Wanting them so desperately she might explode turned her on. She didn’t really know why Brody’s control in the bed surprised her, but seeing him like  this, watching the best she could from her position was a turn on. He gave Bas some power though, and she bit down on her lips, arching forward. “Yeah? You want that?” She thrust her hips forward towards Bas’ mouth. “Oh fuck. I wanna cum! Make me scream your name!”

Brody

Thank God Bas was paying attention, because numbers and color coding were kind of lost on Brody right now-- the next time they got into this, he’d have to make sure he was less drunk.  He could feel the tension in Marley’s ankle, the muscles straining, and the thought of what the rest of her was doing-- the parts that he was so fucking far away from-- all with Bas making those desperate gorgeous sounds, caused him to lose it a little, grinding against the foot of the bed, groaning achingly as he gave himself a little relief.  He swallowed thickly, before returning to Bas, eager to push him off that high horse he was constantly riding.  

Brody was drunk, true, but he really did think for a second he might have won out on this one-- Bas was straining beneath him, and he was getting hit from both sides.  That had to be worth something, right?  But the answer pissed him off, and he let some of his frustration show as he bit down on Bas’ shoulder roughly at his words.  He couldn’t help but bark out a throaty chuckle though, when Marley’s voice came out loud and clear-- she was definitely eager to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.  Not much of a challenge, but it was still kind of hot-- like just, Marley, he supposed.  The way he imagined the one in the back of his head that his mind didn’t seem to connect with the girl before him.  “Well, if that’s all you want…” Brody affirmed, pulling into a sit, hand withdrawing from between Bas’ legs to slap him hard on the ass.  “I think you’ve got your permission right there.  I guess, I’ll just have to amuse myself in the meantime…”  He took a deep breath and steeled himself, because he genuinely wasn’t sure whether this would work-- he hadn’t memorized Bas completely yet, and the bastard was being stubborn.  But he took two of his fingers, slicking them up as best he could with his own tongue, before leaning back over and ghosting his hand down the younger man’s chest, pausing at one of his nipples and circling it carefully and giving it a light tweak.  His mouth, meanwhile was making its own mark along Sebastian’s shoulders, grazing and nipping and sucking as he panted heavily against the lean form hovering beneath him, working his own magic on the gorgeous girl spread out before them.  “God the things I could do to you,” he hummed in between Marley’s cries, knowing the other man could still hear.  “The things we could do to you.  The ways I want to open you up, to make you cum, just like her...just as fucking hard as she’s going to cum, Bas.  We can make her cum again, if you just let me help you...Don’t you remember how I made you cum before, Bas?  How I fucking filled you, held your cock?  You came so hard, and so good.  Just like her.  I bet she wants to be part of that.  Wants to see that…”  He was growling lowly now, barely able to keep himself steady as he raked his nails across Bas’ sensitive flesh and up Marley’s leg.  God he wanted them both so bad-- why did Bas have to be so fucking greedy?  Marley wasn’t-- he wished he could just give her a proper thank you, instead of being stuck digging his hands needily along her leg, pinching at any skin that he could get his hands on that didn’t feel nearly satisfying enough.

Sebastian

Despite his bravado, Sebastian wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. Marley's gasps and groans were driving him insane, and when Brody's teeth sunk into his shoulder, he hissed. He felt some satisfaction over the fact that he was clearly riling Brody up, though. Serves the asshole right for holding out on him. He couldn't help but wonder how desperate the other was to just give in already. It was the one tiny piece of hope that he held onto, for the sake of his own pride. Well, that, and Marley's words - which were definitely something that he wanted to follow up. "God, yeah, Marls - cum for me," he said, coming out in a scratch from the back of his throat. He wasn't sure how he was still holding it all together at this point - his head fogged over with lust for the other two.

Another whine escaped him when Brody withdrew, his fingers raking at Marley's stomach a little desperately. And then Brody was listing everything that he was craving - hitting every weak point that he had, and it honestly just wasn't fair. How he was managing to keep his hand steady to open Marley up with his finger, he'll never know - but he managed to slide in a second along with the first, groaning at the feeling of her tightening around him. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore. But he couldn't beg. He couldn't. Not like he knew Brody wanted him to. He swallowed thickly, desperate eyes seeking out Brody's. "Fuck me." His voice took a pleading note, and he hoped that it was enough to satisfy the older man.

Marley

Marley shifted a bit, her headboard creaking as she moved, her head slightly spinning. Whether it be from the drinks, or the Sebastian’s tongue, she wasn’t sure. She had no problem letting her needs be known, even if she realized she was giving them power, she was the one tied up, so she was okay with that. Nodding her head, her hips jerked forward, groaning at Bas’ words. She was close, it wouldn’t take much to get her to cum, but for a moment she watched Sebastian and Brody. That was almost enough to send her over the edge right there, and she had the image of Brody in her position, and having him beg her.. Having both of them beg her. Fuck. Sebastian’s fingers entered her, and her hips jerked once again. She could feel a warmth building up inside of her, she was going to come. Whimpering, she tugged against her restraints, her eyes closing as her heels dug into the mattress. She cried out loudly, almost an animal like cry, as she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. “SEBASTIAN!” She shouted as her eyes shut tightly, seeing stars.

Brody

Brody actually had a pretty decent view of Marley by this point, keeping his blue eyes fixed on her even as he whispered to the man beneath him.  Her straining, her keening, her eyes completely dilated from lust-- it killed him that he wasn’t part of it.  But he would, he kept telling himself.  Once Sebastian stopped being such a selfish piece of shit, he would give Marley everything she deserved.  He just needed a little time.  His fingers circled around Bas’ nipple again, toying with the peak as he pinched it lightly, breath hitching as he felt Sebastian reacting beneath him.  

A noise began building, primal and desperate, and screamed out into a name as Brody watched Marley cum.  He bit hard into Bas’ shoulder again, his own hips trembling with need and want at the sight and the heavy feeling in the air that seemed to accompany it.  “Good girl,” he gasped out from where he was pressed against Bas’ skin.  “Absolutely gorgeous, Marls.”  It was here that Bas seemed to lose his composure as well, because his body shifted beneath the older man’s head angling up for release.  It was the tone, the wide eyed desperation, that Brody had craved...but not the words.  He’d relented last time, played easy on Bas’ pride, and they’d both come out well for it.  But this time?  “Fuck you, what, Sebastian?” he repeated back, voice low and firm.  It was the exact opposite of how he was feeling-- he just wanted to fucking kiss the man and woman beneath him and fuck them both into oblivion.  But the game was instilled deep, and Brody wanted to win.  “I want my dick inside of you--  I want you deep inside of her.  She’s still got another O to go, Bas.  And I want her fucking hands all over you-- I want you to be raked over like you gave a cat a fucking bath.  But if you want to be part of that, to be completely fucking surrounded inside and out, I want to hear you say the words-- ask me right.”  He was breathing heavily, entire body frozen as he held Sebastian in place between himself and Marley, his own shaft so hard it was close to killing him.  But he’d let it before he gave in to Bas’ pride again.  He just needed it-- just this once…

Sebastian

Fuck, he wished he could see Marley's face right now - but from his position, all he could do was take in the gorgeous noises that she was making and revel in the way that she moved underneath him. Each jerk of her hims fuelled his ego even further - egged him on and made him more determined. Brody's finger circled and pinched his nipple and he took in a sharp, shuddered breath, his pulse racing.

His frustration wasn't helped any by the way that his best friend screamed his name. Fuck, she sounded wrecked - and all he could do was work her through her orgasm and try not to come apart himself. He wasn't proud of the fact that he'd been so desperate for Brody, but apparently the older teacher wasn't letting up. A frustrated groan escaped his lips. "Brody," he breathed, his voice taking on a warning tone. But the picture that was being painted inside his mind - Brody driving into him, Sebastian inside Marley, making her keen once more - shit, he was so desperate for it. His skin was flushed, his body sensitive to every touch. Brody's voice went straight to his cock as he demanded for better. He squeezed his eyes shut, something inside him breaking. "Please." He let out a shaky breath, the vulnerability not lost upon him. "Fuck me. Please." And fuck, just like that, he'd lost the game.

Marley

Marley felt like her entire body was on fire, and in all honesty, all rational thought was gone. She just felt so, so good. Marley’s blue eyes opened and she caught Brody's gaze. Her chest heaved as she began coming down from her orgasm, her chest still heaving. “Brode..” She gasped out, the back of her leg brushing against Sebastian.

She groaned at the older teachers words, while her body was still sensitive, her hips jerked forward. “I want to touch him.” She whimpered. She wanted to touch both of them. “Fuck, I want to touch you. I want to touch both of you!”

Brody

God, it was ridiculous-- she screamed out Sebastian’s name, but it was the hoarse shudder of his own that had Brody drawing blood on Sebastian’s shoulder.  He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer if the younger man didn’t give in soon.  God, he begged him internally to give in.  Marley’s voice was still keening, still desperate, and Brody let out a breath of relief mingled with a throaty moan as that “please” worked it’s way out of Sebastian’s mouth, the younger man giving himself over completely.  His breathing shuddered, so turned on that he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t cum off of the request alone.  But he’d made a promise, and the blue-eyed male cupped Bas’ chin, bringing their faces together and kissing him firmly, but without his prior aggression.  “Whatever you want, Bas,” he murmured into his mouth, tongue trailing against his lip, dipping into his hot breath and kissing him again with unbridled reverence.  “Anything you want.”

Of course, anything he wanted would take a minute.  Brody’s thumb gently caressed the man’s cheek before he pulled away completely, practically bounding forward to where Marley was still heaving, wrists red and raw as they remained bound together.  This was really because of her, let’s be honest-- probably more her victory than Brody’s.  “God, Princess, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her lips, as his hands worked at the belt.  “So fucking perfect, but I need you to wait one more minute, okay?  I need you to help me and just stay, okay?  And then you can have whatever you want.  But I still owe you something.”  He waited to get her affirmation, her understanding, before releasing her wrists entirely, kissing her again gently and then crawling across the mattress and leaning over the bed, digging through his jacket that had managed its way into the room with them.  

Thank god for Lily-- Brody couldn’t believe that her stupid goody bag gag gift was a godsend right now. He pawed through the thing, pulling out the lube and condoms that were buried beneath the confetti and poppers: not even 3 oz, but how much did he really need for one night, right?  He hoped at least, as he handed one of the condoms to Marley, “He’ll need this.” before smirking at Bas, adding to the man, “so go get it.”  As for himself, he shakily tore at the wrapper of his own, rolling the latex over his hyper-sensitive dick that was throbbing in anticipation.  He shifted over to the head of the bed where Sebastian and Marley were now crowded, hands sliding up along Bas’ arms and gripping him firmly as he placed himself behind him.  The lube was cold, and he shuddered as he stroked himself, building up some friction with the slick coating.  Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long, he knew, as he moved to line himself up against Sebastian’s entrance.  “Are you ready?” he breathed unsteadily, kissing up his jaw from behind as he entered him, groaning gutterally as Bas’ heat surrounded him, threatening to kill him as he waited.  He just wanted this so badly, gasping desperately for the younger man to acclimate to him, and then bucking his hips hard as he pulled halfway out and thrust back into him.

Sebastian

Sebastian was still shaking, equal parts mad and ashamed for giving in, and in a small part, relieved. Excited, even. His head was a mess of emotions that he really didn't have the time nor willpower to sort right now, because Brody's lips were on his and this... this was different. Softer. But he sunk into it nonetheless, his tongue meeting Brody's for a few split seconds. He could still feel the ghost of Brody's thumb on his cheek when Brody turned his attention to Marley, and he couldn't help but agree with Brody's statement. Fuck, how he hadn't given into temptation and slept with his best friend years ago, he'd never know. He knew he had his reasons, but those reasons seemed dumb in comparison to the sight of Marley sprawled over the bed the way that she was.

When Brody made his way over to get supplies, he squeezed Marley's thigh lightly, thumb skimming over her flushed skin. He huffed at Brody's comment when he passed the condom over to Marley, but any snarky response that Sebastian might have had was cut off when Marley rolled the condom over him, and he leaned in to taste her lips quickly, burying a quiet moan against them that even just the slight contact brought from him. He let out a quivered breath, crawling between Marley's legs, kissing her again, one hand threading into her hair and one hand reaching behind him to squeeze at Brody's hip. He sought out Marley's eyes with his own, making sure that she was still good, and when he got the confirmation he needed, he lined himself up and sunk in with one stroke, burying a loud moan in the curve of her neck when he felt Brody enter him. "Shit... Marls. Brodes. Fuck." His fingers dug into the older man's hip as he thrusted, pushing him further into Marley and making him choke out a gasp at the overwhelming amount of sensations - Brody's cock, Marley's heat - fuck, he wasn't going to last long at all at this rate.

Marley

Finally no longer feeling like she was jelly, Marley’s eyes opened to the scene in front of her, she felt like the heavens opened up or something, because  the two of them were erotic. Marley could see they were different with each other, and for a moment she watched Brody kiss Bas, now more gentle than before, and she felt herself become aroused all over again.

Hissing as she felt Brody’s hand over her tender wrist, Marley turned her attention towards him, her entire body on fire. “Mmmm…” She closed her eyes as he began kissing her, clinging to the kiss longer than she should. “Don’t tease me…” She warned, but he released her wrist, and she nodded her head. Flexing her wrist a few times, Marley bit down on his lip as he pulled away, and nodded. “I expect full payback.’ She warned, and watched as he grabbed things from his supply bag. While he did this, Bas squeezed her thigh, and Marley wrapped a leg around him, grinning at her best friend. She promised to play nice, so she didn’t reach for Sebastian the way she wanted to. Brody handed her a condom, and Marley winked, leaning forward, and kissing Sebastian as she rolled the condom on him. Stroking his cock, before shifting back against her pillows, swallowing, because fuck, this was going to be amazing. “Ready.” She told him, pressing herself against him, and when he finally entered her, she cried out, her head falling back, because holy shit this was amazing. Brody thrust into Sebastian, pushing Sebastian deeper inside of her and, oh it was incredible. Digging her nails into Sebastian’s back as they kissed, her other hand reached for Brody, tugging at his hair.

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 9

Brody

From inside Sebastian, Brody was practically trembling, his thrusts not nearly as even or fluid as they should be.  Marley’s fingers pulled at his hair, and he undulated against the younger man as he tried to keep his balance, a desperate groan ripping from his throat as his pace increased in speed and strength.  “God.  So...good,” he gasped, his hand cupping over Bas’ on his hip, overlapping his fingers against the other man’s and squeezing, while his other hand wrapped around his stomach, pulling him in close as he finally picked up a steady rhythm and shifted his angle, pounding hard against Bas’ prostate.  “God, Bas...touch her-- I can’t...just...touch her…”  He moaned again as his cock pushed into Sebastian’s walls, fingers splayed against his tight stomach and wishing like hell he had a few more hands, because he just wanted to do so much, and he was already fully occupied so that he could only grip down in the crook of Sebastian’s neck, sucking hard as he licked up the beads of sweat escaping the other man’s skin.

Sebastian

Sebastian returned Marley's kiss hungrily, dragging her lower lip over his teeth, before returning to dip his tongue in and massage her tongue with his. Her fingernails raked his back, and he let out a shuddered breath.

If he were to try and explain the sensations that he was feeling to someone, he'd have struggled. Sebastian had been in threesomes before - but never quite like this. Never in this position - with Brody pounding at his prostate, Marley's tightness surrounding him. All he could do was let Brody set the pace, his stomach muscles contracting below Brody's hand. "Yeah," he panted in agreement with Brody's statement, moving the hand digging into the older man's waist to follow it up, hand skimming down Marley's dress and then up her thigh to return to her clit, circling it gently, his breath hitching with every stroke of Brody's cock inside him. His heart was pounding in his chest and his body felt like it was going to overheat from it all.

Marley

Marley tugged at Brody’s hair as she and Sebastian kissed. Running her nails ran down Sebastian back. “More!” Marley cried out, because she needed more, she just didn’t know what at this point. She could feel them everywhere, but at the same time, she craved so much more. “Fuck!” She whimpered at Brody’s request, and soon felt Sebastian’s fingers dancing across her clit. “Oh… Oh Sebastian!” She groaned, pulling him into another kiss as she felt him hit her cervix. She felt like she was on fire, fuck maybe this feeling will never end. Pulling away from the kiss, she gasped for air, before moving her hand on Sebastian’s back towards her breast, and rubbing them roughly. Her eyes fluttered open, watching the two men, and moaning. “Fuck him harder..” She egged Brody on, her legs quivering.

Brody

Brody couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him.  Watching Sebastian and Marley crash into each other caused a surge through his blood, and Marley’s desperation to be further sated was intoxicating.  He was a little disappointed to lose the feel of the younger man’s hand against his skin, but to see Marley writhing and gasping was well worth it.  She guided Sebastian’s hand over her sparkling gold dress, massaging her chest, and Brody choked a little.  “Fuck--”  

Fuck him harder.  Marley’s words echoed in Brody’s head, surrounded by the blood rushing in his ears even as it jolted straight down to his cock.  He’d definitely heard the request before, but in his hazy recollection this definitely felt like the first time it had been requested on another person’s behalf.  He nodded curtly, breathing Sebastian in deeply and leaning to peck his face lightly before pulling back, his foot sliding behind him to brace his toes against the mattress, hand leaving the intoxicating tension of the younger man’s abs to rest on his shoulder, while his other curled around his inner thigh, lifting it up and back slightly to open Bas up for a better angle.  Brody pulled out of him to the tip, pausing to compose himself before slamming hard back inside, repeating the move without respite as fluidly and fervidly as he could manage.  Once again he was out of Marley’s reach, and yet as he watched her react to Sebastian’s thrusts-- his thrusts-- he felt like he was practically inside her himself, and the thought had his thighs buzzing, and his balls pulling up tight as they slapped against Sebastian.  “I’m gonna--” he gasped.  “Marls, Bas-- I’m-- fuck--”  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out as his nails dug into Bas’ thigh and shoulder.

Sebastian

A groan fell from Sebastian's lips when Marley made her request. Fuck, yeah. Harder was good. He was shifted in position, heart quickening in his chest in anticipation for what was to come. He adjusted Marley's legs around him to support the new angle, before returning his hand to bring Marley closer to the brink.

When Brody slammed inside him, a strangled gasp escaped him, driving him inside Marley at an accelerated force. His breath hitched with every thrust, gasping and groaning with each brush of the small bundle of nerves inside him, each time he was slammed inside Marley. Everything was hypersensitive, and it was pushing him closer and closer. He could barely even process anything anymore, his head was so dizzy, and he was only vaguely aware of Brody's words, but he still managed to follow it up with a sentiment of his own. "Fuck, Marls--" He whimpered between panted breaths, "Brodes, I'm-- close. I'm close--"

Marley

Marley couldn’t get over the sensation. Each thrust felt like she was being fucked by both of them, and her legs were already sore, but she wanted more. Brody quickly gave into her request, and her bed practically creaking at this point. Marley’s were shut so tightly, that she felt like she was seeing stars. She wasn’t going to last long, and from their words neither were they. Her nails dug into Sebastian’s back again, and Marley cried out. “Bas! Oh Bas!” She whimpers. “Brody!” It was insane. How could she feel this amazing? Pulling her best friend into a kiss, she knew she was going to climax soon, she could barely hold it back. “Cum..” She demanded both of them, wanting them to come with her, needing them to come with her. Marley forced her blue eyes open so she could watch them when it happens. Wanting to remember the best her drunken mind could.

Brody

The mewls and whimpers were too much-- the heat and the sweat and the fact that he was completely wrecked on both alcohol and pride at his win (something he was going to happily hold in his memory long after Sebastian had moved on from their arrangement) drove Brody past his breaking point as he pulled Bas’ leg further back against him, hoping like hell the man’s flexibility wouldn’t fail.  His body spasmed as Marley demanded a response from both of them, and god was he more than willing to comply, the power of his orgasm almost painful in its release.  He groaned, loud and guttural and a little broken, collapsing over Sebastian as he rode through it, filling the condom inside the younger man jerkily as his grip relaxed and body slowed, fingers rubbing along the sweat-soaked skin beneath them.

He was spent-- Brody was merely grateful that Bas had managed to outlast him long enough to finish Marley and himself, because immediately after the older man simply flopped sideways like a dead fish, collapsing onto the mattress with an exhausted release of air.  Holy fuck that was an effort.  His limbs felt heavy, but he still reached out, wriggling to inch closer to the others, his toes brushing back and forth along the gangly leg splayed out beside him, and his fingers curling over Marley’s tiny ones as he panted, not quite able to move besides those two miniscule and yet draining efforts.  His heart was pounding hard in his ears, and if anyone said anything, he completely missed it as he simply waited for his body to recover.  Luckily, his stubborn desire to be closer still to his companions overrode his urge to simply pass out, and after a long few minutes he grunted and rolled sideways, propping himself up and flashing a drained smirk over at the younger two.  

Sebastian

Sebastian could feel the strain on his leg when Brody pulled on it, stretching him to his limits, but it was another sensation lost in the flood. The way that Brody groaned as he pulsed inside him nearly had Sebastian tumbling over the edge alongside him - but he managed to hold it together just in time, his breath hitching and stomach tightening with exertion as Brody rode out his orgasm.

It was a strange sensation when Brody pulled out, and the loss of the heat and weight behind him left him burning for more. On the bright side, though, it allowed him to move more freely - something that he was going to take to his advantage so that he could give Marley the orgasm she deserved. He adjusted their position so that Marley's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to thrust in deeper, breath hitching with each drive of his hips. He could feel Brody's foot brush over his leg, and that was enough to urge him on. Crashing his lips with Marley's once more, a rush of ecstasy ran through his entire being, sending his head spinning, his movements becoming more erratic as a combination of spluttered words fell from his mouth in a nonsensical order - expletives, praises, Marley's name, Brody - fuck, he wasn't even sure anymore, but he spilled his release with a choked groan, against Marley's neck, his thumb still working her through her own orgasm.

Marley

Marley’s head flew back in pleasure as she dug her nails deeper into Sebastian’s back as her other hand clutched the sheets. At this point she was sweaty, her dress clinging to her skin, and she was hot, and her hair was messed up, but that didn’t matter. She has never felt sexier than she did right now. She watched as Brody began to climax, moaning at the sight of him letting go, as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body.

It felt weird not having Brody push them on. Marley’s head turned towards the older man as he watched them, groaning, because she kind of liked the idea of him seeing her. She could tell he was spent for now, and so ready to cum, because she was so close. Her legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist as he began fucking her, his thrust slightly erratic as he stroked her clit, and she came not soon after him, her walls tightening around his cock as they fluttered, and she screamed both their names, before falling back on the bed panting. “Holy shit.. That-..” She shook her head. “Wow.”

Brody

Flat on his back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, Brody could feel the mattress still at work as the other two finished each other off, and a small part of him felt like a dick for not bringing them both to the end, but seriously, he hadn’t really been ready for this kind of thing, and threeways took a sort of mental prep work for him, especially since he hadn’t been in one with a guy since college.  So the fact that he had managed this long, that he could still move any part of his body, even infinitesimally, to still participate in this, was a feat within itself (no pun intended-- well, maybe a little bit).  When he finally managed to roll over, he was thrilled to watch the end of Marley’s orgasm, to see her spasm desperately at Sebastian’s urging.  God they looked good together.  Like they fit: especially as the two collapsed, Marley back onto the pillow and Bas’ body angling off of hers, draping over her curves and into the gap between his two companions.  It made the older man smile as their chests heaved, and, as he’d already selfishly caught his breath, kind of turned on, although he hadn’t recovered enough to actually act on that one yet.

Instead, he pushed himself up with his hand, rolling over to the first body to his right, placing slow, indulgent kisses along his shoulders, his jaw, his lips.  “Goddamn,” he breathed.  Sex really was when Brody tended to be willing to praise Sebastian the most, even though he really should know better-- it always came up later, and the guy’s head was big enough as it was.  “Absolutely gorgeous.  Fucking phenomenal-- there should be a shrine somewhere.”  Brody’s tongue swept at the salty beads of sweat that dotted along his path, still basking in the taste of the younger.  It was a fucking addiction.  But the haphazard mess beyond him was equally captivating, and Brody grudgingly pulled away from the one to crawl further up the bed over to where Marley was recovering.  “Hey Princess,” he greeted her softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.  “Missed you up here; because that was a hell of a thing to see.  God, you’re amazing,” he enthused, his glance sliding from Marley to Sebastian as his fingers extended downward to trail along the man’s arm, trying to subtly find his hand to include him in the compliment.  “I don’t tell you that enough.”  He squeezed his fingers around Bas appreciatively as he kept his gaze on Marley, and continued to press his lips softly, back and forth between her jaw and lips.  “But at least we caught you up there, right?” he added, grinning into her skin as he teased at the ends of her tangled hair on the other side of her body.  When it brushed along the fabric of her dress, he grimaced slightly.  “Marls, not that you don’t look sexy as hell, but aren’t you dying in this thing?”  He released her locks to tug at the fabric questioningly.  He was sweating up a storm completely naked-- how had she survived without getting heat stroke?  However, in the space before she answered, he’d already returned to nuzzling against her jaw, kissing the underside lazily as he rolled the pads of his fingers around Bas’ skin behind him.

Sebastian

Shit - Marley was a mess. Her skin was flushed, her hair haphazardly spread over the pillow beneath her and her body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat. Which... absolutely should not be as sexy to him as it is. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he mumbled into her skin, dotting lazy kisses over her collarbone before gathering himself enough to move between the two, eyelids heavy.

He was still trying to regain his breath, but Brody seemed to have just about recovered - and his skin tingled where the other started to line him with kisses, the praises making him hum with satisfaction. "You should make it in my honour," he quipped weakly, but he was distracted by Brody's tongue sweeping over his skin. He made a noise of discontent when he lost the heat of the older man's body, but it was only so that he could move on to Marley, which - yeah. Marley deserved the attention. When Brody's fingers grazed his skin, and when he found Sebastian's hand, Sebastian threaded their fingers together without thought, squeezing his hand back to show that he understood.

Brody's question had him gazing back at Marley, and he couldn't help but hum in agreement, because as hot as the dress was, Marley needed to get more naked. His limbs were heavy, but with a groan, he managed to push himself up, leaning over Brody to push the already rumpled material up her body, his hand sliding under her back to fumble with her zip and work it down, taking care not to tangle anything in her hair. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but he directed her to shift a little and move her arms so he could pull the material over her head, discarding it on the floor and letting his eyes skim over the newly revealed skin - like a blank canvas that he couldn't wait to mark up. Her thighs told a completely different story, though, and he couldn't help but let his fingers trail over the red marks, smirking. "Looks good on you, Marls." Beautiful, actually – but that was a word he always had trouble expressing out loud.

Marley

Marley hasn’t felt this amazing in such a long time. Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding, and it was because of the two men with her. Of course she was tired, but she craved more. Laying there with Bas on top of her, still inside of her, as he peppered her skin with kisses. Groaning at his words, she buried her head into his neck. “So are you.” She mumbled, watching the two men for a moment. They were really hot together. Marley watched as Brody paid attention to Sebastian, before turning his attention to her. “Hi, handsome.” She mumbled, her hand running up his body, as her cheeks flushed. A lone hand reached for Sebastian's, squeezing it roughly. Laying here with these two men, she couldn’t believe this happened, but she also couldn't believe this didn’t happen sooner.

Running her hand through Brody’s hair, Marley hummed. “Watching you two.” She glanced over at Sebastian. “Was pretty amazing.. You both looked incredible.” She leaned over kissing Sebastian, because they could do this. She could easily kiss both of them, have one of them kiss her while she kissed the other, have both them kiss. It was kind of endless.  Brody began humming her dress, and Marley hummed. “I am really hot..” She agreed, and Sebastian helped her out of the dress (Thank god, because Marley wasn’t sure if she could do it herself), and she laid there naked with both of them. Suddenly, she felt a bit aroused, and wanted more. Pulling Bas into a kiss, Marley blindly reached for Brody, tugging him towards her until they were kissing as well. “I just want to touch both of you.”

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Not the Kissing Disease: Brobastrose, 1/26/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe​ @wmhs-marleyrose and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Thursday night, 26 January 2017

Setting: Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  After a night of binge drinking, Sebastian finds his way to Marley’s house to confront her on her date.  When she’s not home, he decides to wait.  Outside.  In the snow.  It does not go well by the time she finds him.

Notes: Serious Illness, Hospitalization

Headcanon Part One of Three

Bas has been texting Brody about Mr. Boring, and Brody's like "If you don't like it, do something about it."

And so he goes to do something. Sebastian gets super drunk and sings outside Marley's house.When she's not home.  In the rain. (Idiot has a fucking spare key, too)

Marley comes home to finds him sleeping against her door

(Shirtless, obviously, but miraculously, yes.  With pants still on.  Probably half loosened—he attempted to take them off, but then gave up.  Because it was too hard.) (But not him.  He wasn't hard.  Because Marley's just a friend.  Brody.  Yeah, Brody. He's just outside her house shirtless and collapsed on her doorstep because he wants to see his friend.  Because that's what best friends do.  How is that so hard to understand?  Godddd)

Marley comes home to him passed out in her garden. She nudges him with her foot. "Bas? Are you okay??”

And he kind of whines and cracks one eye open. "Shhh, sleeping."

She bends down. "Sebastian wake up."

And he gazes at her blearily. "You weren't home"

"You have a key."

And this sends him into fits of giggles."I forgot." (Apparently drunken bas giggles a lot-- something that he will FOREVER DENY)

"Get in you're going to get sick." And she is dressed nice, but soaking wet at this point. 

"'s comfortable here"

Pulls. “Get UP Smythe.”

But he's dead weight. He's running a fever and has chills and Marley thinks she’ll have to call Brody again because she doesn't know if this is a hospital thing because she doesn't know how long he was out there and Sebastian is useless and doesn't know either. (Yeah, he's convinced he's only been there for like 5 minutes)

"'s FINE marls, it's hot."   And he'll try to take his pants off again And she stops him. 

"God damn it why do you do this??  Don't make me call Brody."

(How has he not been arrested yet for public indecency?)

Rolling his eyes.  "I'm fine, 's just hot" like ridiculously overheated.  Clammy skin, practically panting, excessive sweating. She barely manages to get him in the house and then calls Brody for back up.

Brody comes over, because of course he does. (Sebastian will point out, when he's feeling better, that yet again, her first go to was Brody.) One look and like seriously is like "Ok- hospital."   He’s terrified the guy’s hypothermic—it’s the middle of winter in Ohio, for pete’s sake, and he’s running around drunk and wet and shirtless.  Again. He doesn't even throw him over his shoulder-- bridal carries him out this time around.

"Same as last time? I'll make sure he doesn't jump out.” He's too weak to even attempt it as Brody tucks him into the truck, and crawls in behind him.

"I don't think he has the energy to jump, Marls" He's just kind of lulling against him and breathing weird and shaking.

“Well I'm coming.” (As if there was any question.)

"Call the hospital, try to get him to drink something."  Brody hands her one of his stashed water bottles.

"Jesus Christ, Bas.  You had a key."

Brody's legit freaking out, so he starts making a list of symptoms, although it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s a symptom and what’s drunk.

"'m fine, just need sleep"  Super slurred.

"Keep him awake-- I don't know what to do."

Marley would try keeping him up. He just leans against her and tries to use her as a pillow.

Brody just socks him in the shoulder-- "Freaking moron-- I told you"

"Ow."

"Marley, call the hospital-- I don't know how to tell hypothermia"

She pinches him. "Stay up."  She calls the hospital.

"Punk."

Mumbling.  "I just wanna sleep"

"Drink the water first."  It’s a lie: that guy isn’t going to sleep until a doctor knocks him out.

And he does but he can barely hold the bottle still; kind of spills it all over himself because his hands are shaking so bad.

Brody's like using one hand to hold him up, wrapped around his shoulder and like squeezing really  hard trying not to show how bad he’s freaking out. Marley is doing the same thing. Bas just leans against him and shuts his eyes again. His entire body is just so heavy.

"You die on me I will seriously kill you, you pompous peacock"

He's not even aware enough to snark about how he'll already be dead. "Stop being dramatic." Every single word that comes out of his mouth is super slow and strained.

She's crying, just trying not to show it.

They get to the hospital and Brody just carries him in; throws him on the first gurney he finds and just starts rambling symptoms and what little he knows about the situation to the first person he sees. "He's not good-- make him better."

Bas just kind of whines at the loss of contact and tries to reach back out for Brody.

Marley would be standing beside him. "You need to see him now."

When visitors are allowed, Brody sends Marley ahead.  Marley's more family—Brody will hang out in the waiting room. She is his emergency contact. (Bas is just really out of it by this point.  Practically coughing up his lungs, too.  But Marley should be there in case.) Marley would insist on Brody coming back.

"Marley, I don't know anything about Bas-- anything they ask, allergies, family history-- you're going to have that.  Not me.  I'm fine.  I'll be right here"

[squaredancing-weston]

Lyric Aesthetic || Brody Weston || Not the Kissing Disease

Don’t think I don’t think about it Don’t think I don’t have regrets Don’t think you don’t get to me/between the work and the hurt and the whiskey ...I know what I felt, and I know what I said But don’t think I don’t think about it

Don’t Think I Don’t Think About It, Darius Rucker

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 7

Brody

God it killed Brody to let Sebastian go.  He wanted to make him cum so hard the guy saw stars.  But Marley was soaked, and they owed her, and who was he kidding?  That look on Sebastian’s face from November was pretty much burned into his brain and he was desperate to see it again live.  So he pried him and Marley away, panting slightly as he recovered himself.  Marley wasn’t as quick, with two different men’s hands inside of her, she was keening and needy, and Brody could tell by her voice that if she had been a little less horny he’d have more trouble getting his way.  Better keep her coming then, he thought-- pun totally intended.

Brody was in good shape-- he surprisingly was strong enough to carry two fully grown adults on his shoulders without too much trouble.  Or he would have been if a) he wasn’t three sheets to the wind drunk, and 2) didn’t have one of those adults groping his ass.  He managed to get through the bedroom door, but his knee buckled at the surprise attention and he was lucky he managed to throw them both haphazardly onto the mattress.  “Bad girl,” he scolded with a laugh from his position at the foot of the bed.  With one knee on the floor, it actually gave him an idea.  He crawled up onto the bed, sidling up next to the younger man as he hovered over Marley, kissing and sucking up her neck.  “Dress on, dress off?” he murmured, not really caring who answered.  His thoughts were already ahead as he took a hold of one of Sebastian’s hands and guided them up Marley’s arms, curling them around her wrists and pinning them above her head.  “No hands,” he commanded both of them, before leaving Bas to Marley so he could work off the loosened pants of the man.  Whatever Bas wanted to do with her, Brody sure as hell wanted Sebastian stripped.  His leaking cock hanging out deliciously over Marley’s stomach, straining just out of reach made Brody feel like he was going to black out for a second.  

Sebastian

Sebastian was a mess at this point, pupils blown, adrenaline pumping through his veins - and it didn't help that Marley had the most devious look in her eyes when Brody threw him over his shoulder, making his cock pulse with an overwhelming need. He needed friction and he needed it now. Something that Brody apparently wasn't really willing to let him have right now - asshole.

It was impressive how strong Brody was - and, let's face it, a complete turn on - even as he fumbled at Marley's devious grope, and before he could even get the chance to panic, Sebastian landed on the mattress, only just stopping himself from crushing her. He let out a breath, and then snorted at Brody, before glancing at his best friend. "Really, Rosie? Trying to get us killed?" He watched Brody crawling over the bed, his hand twitching to move to his own cock, but before he was doing anything, Brody was grabbing his hands and pinning them down along with Marley's, and he let out a short noise of complaint that only just verged on a whimper. He paused for a few seconds, mind short circuiting at the words, because god damn, he already knew how demanding Brody could be in bed, but it never failed to make his cock strain – especially as the older teacher moved to strip him of his pants. He only had one choice, really, and it had him lining kisses over her neck, making his way down her dress – thank fuck she’d already removed her panties – before he’d moved down to her thigh, nudging her legs open and suckling in a trail of dark marks over her inner thigh, moving up inch by inch.

Marley

Marley’s head was spinning, she wasn’t sure if it was from them, or the drinks, but right now, she knew she wanted more, and the thing to go by, was Brody’s ass. She’d probably be more careful if she was sober, but he had this mark above his ass, and she couldn’t help but trace it with her fingers, which was obviously a bad idea when someone is carrying you. “Hush Basty.” She giggled  her lips pouting at his scolding. “So bad. I should be punished.” She crooned, licking her lips as she stared at him.

Brody’s lips moved to her neck, and Marley groaned, her eyes shutting as she tried imaging his lips.. Bas lips elsewhere. She reached out for him, when she felt Bas’ hands over her own, and groaned at the comment. “But..” She whined, her hips jerking forward. Her head leaned up as Brody began undressing Bas, and she watched as his cock brushed against her dress, and wanted to reach out for it. Fuck she wanted to touch him.. Or taste him, whichever. Swallowing as she felt Bas’ lips on her neck, Marley jerked her hips forward, brushing up as her best friend made his way down her dress, and he sucked roughly at her thighs. It dawned on Marley that her hands were free, and she moved them down, taking Brody’s cock in her hand, and stroking him lightly as her hips jerked forward, and her legs spread apart, trying to edge Sebastian closer to her core.

Brody

Brody’s backside tingled from where Marley had stroked him.  It was one of his favorite things about his scars, besides the stories themselves-- just that they were always ridiculously sensitive during sex, although that could just be psychosomatic.  Did it really matter though?  Marley’s fingers were gone, but the sensation was still there, and his body shuddered as he crawled over the two gigglers.  Marley was ridiculously far gone, and if Brody wasn’t completely wasted himself, he probably would have pulled the plug on this escapade.  But he was, and he was already hot and heavy and stopping just wasn’t something he could grasp.

Sebastian started inching his way down the girl (apparently the dress was staying on, which Brody could definitely live with), and Brody finally managed to get the man’s pants on the floor.  He inhaled deeply at the aphrodisiac of listening to Marley’s whine, at seeing Bas’s hips shake with need.  He nipped hard on the girl’s pulse point, groaning lightly in pleasure.  A second shockwave of adrenaline hit him as a pair of hands wrapped around his cock, and Brody’s breath hitched as Marley stroked him.  

If he was himself, the way he usually was with Marley, Brody probably would have let her have her fun.  It would have been the two of them, and they’d have a good moment and she’d be happy.  But with his blood boiling and full of liquor and lust, Brody was the first to admit that he wasn’t the guy Marley was probably used to.  He growled slightly, pulling away from her neck to a sit and grabbing her hands, thrusting them roughly back against the headboard.  “No hands,” he repeated brusquely, glancing around and reaching over for his own pants, and pulling out his belt.  Unlike Bas’ bed, Marley’s was one that he actually could lash her wrists too, which apparently he had no choice but to do if Marley was going to follow the rules.  “You’ve already had your turn,” he reminded her in a light scold, before glancing back over at the younger man as if to assess how trustworthy he was acting.

Sebastian

He chuckled fondly, raising an eyebrow at Marley. "Careful what you wish for, Rosie," he teased. He was all too aware how hot and demanding Brody could get in bed, and fuck - he was desperate for another taste of it.

His lips marked up his best friend's inner thigh, smirking into the skin when he heard the conversation. He licked his lips, glancing up at Brody as he reached for his belt, and his pupils dilated - because the thought of Marley all tied up - fuck. That was hot. Knowing his best friend like he did, though, it was probably best to establish some sort of safe word. He and Brody had never needed one, but with Marley in the mix, he didn't want it to get messy. "Safe word?" he breathed, not wanting to ruin the moment by drawing it out too much. Still, he watched them both, making sure that they were paying attention. "Red means stop, amber means slow down, green means keep going. Got it?"  Once everything was clarified, Marley was spreading her legs more and he'd made her wait long enough. He made sure to keep his hands away, though - and thank fuck Marley had already taken her panties off - which, he really wished he knew when that happened, but far be it from him to complain right now. His breath ghosted over her centre as he reached the top, and the thought of Brody watching made his groin strain so much it was almost painful. Which, fuck - he had no idea how long Brody was going to make him wait for relief. He knew that the older man had a strong ability to hold out on him, after all. So he decided to focus all of his attention on Marley, running his tongue over her lips to part them, before he lapped over her clit gently.

Marley

Even in her drunken haze, she liked his scar, and made a mental note to explore that more later. She felt like her body was on fire, and while she was drunk, she never wanted to forget this. Fuck, she wouldn't forget this. Humming at Bas words, she bit down roughly on her lip. “Bring it.”

Sebastian’s lips against her thighs were rough, and forgetting Brody's command, her hand around his cock when he growled. Her blue eyes widened, and she felt a jolt of excitement, because fuck, this was hot. Brody moved her hands back up, and she whined. “Sorry!” She pouted, her hips bucking forward. “Right. Oh god right!” She cried out, completely out of her mind. When Sebastian mentioned a safe word, Marley nodded. “Red, amber, green.”

Bas mouth was distracting, the way he moved his lips against her thigh, sucking at her skin. She itches to touch them, but couldn't. Groaning, she leaned forward and kissed Brody as Bas’ lips were finally on her. Crying out against the older man's mouth, she was certain if she died today, she'd die happy.

Brody

Sebastian’s words registered, and while Brody wasn’t used to safewords (what? It had never come up), he was familiar with how they worked.  He’d gone to school in New York City-- people were into a lot of kinky shit out there.  So he paused up at Marley’s wrists, looking down at her, and, knowing a grunt was not a proper response to this sort of thing, forced his throat to clear.  “Yeah-- light system,” he agreed huskily with a nod.

Somewhere, far in the back of Brody’s addled mind, he pondered the quick apology that escaped Marley-- not escaped.  She sounded legitimately apologetic.  The niggle in Brody’s brain was a little confused by the concept, but then-- he’d never really played rough with girls.  It was a different game, and trying to reconcile the abnormal reaction was something his logical thoughts were still trying to process, even as Brody himself had already moved on to kissing the girl hard,, biting on her bottom lip as she cried out ecstatically at Bas’ work.  The reminder caused Brody to pull away, eyes fixed on Sebastian who apparently remembered what an aggressive ass Brody could be and was going to be more of a challenge this go round.  He exhaled hard, watching, wondering how much of Marley was helping him keep distracted.  Because that was going to need to be remedied.

Shifting over to where Bas was-- fuck holy shit hell.  Brody had to pause because watching the two of them-- Bas’ mouth marking Marley’s soft skin red-- was a trigger of every second with both of them suddenly slammed together and putting him far closer to the edge than he wanted to be.  His eyes almost black, he leaned in, sidling next to Sebastian and biting the back of Marley’s knee, then midway at her thigh.  Brody then shifted upward, his body hovering just over the younger man’s, mouth right against his ear as they crowded between Marley’s legs.    “God you’re so good at this.”  His voice was low and rasping; he could barely keep it from cracking.  Really, it was only the game that kept him from plowing through either one or both of them right now.  “That fucking mouth of yours has just got so many uses.  Do you want her to tell you how good it is?” he asked, hand sliding up against his thigh, rubbing along the opposite side of where Sebastian’s cock was begging for attention.  “Or how much better it could be if you could touch her?  If I give you your hands, Bas-- can you only touch her?  Because look at her--”  He paused, waiting for the green eyes to focus on the girl tied up in front of them.  “She needs a pair of hands.  She fucking wants your hands.  And you…”  He slid his hand backwards, fingers dancing down Sebastian’s crack before teasing a circle around his hole.  “You have your own turn coming up, don’t you?”  His breath was a little shaky, but the older man still held himself steady, pressing his mouth against the back of Bas’ neck, pinching lightly with his teeth.  “I want her to cum, Bas.  I want you to use your tongue and your fingers all over her and get her to cum so hard she fucking screams.”  His lips trailed along the edge of Sebastian’s neck, his hand moving to grip his ass hard in encouragement.

Sebastian

Sebastian wanted to look up - to see exactly what was going on above him, because no doubt it was going to push him closer to the edge, but he was determined to make Marley see stars. He nipped gently at her bud with his lips, his tongue pressing down and brushing over her. It was when Brody shifted - the older man's hot breath in his ear - that caused a sharp not entirely unpleasant sensation to run up Sebastian's spine at the sound of his voice. And the words - fuck, yeah, he wanted Marley to scream his name. His eyes trailed up to gaze at Marley - all strung up and dishevelled. "Yeah," he breathed, not entirely sure which statement he was agreeing with - apart from, well, all of it. His breath hitched when he felt Brody's finger tease him, groaning in frustration as he felt the heat spread down to his cock – god, asshole.

But he had to ignore the need coursing through him, and he let out a shaky breath, attempting to gather himself. Right, hands. He could use those now. And he damn well intended to put them to good use. His hands slid up Marley's inner thighs as he moved back in, his tongue stroking over her clit once more before sliding down to dip inside her, his finger replacing his tongue and teasing her in circles as the other hand snaked up her dress, trailing over the soft skin below him and resting over her hip for now.

Marley

She was tied up with a belt. It was the strangest thing, Marley tugged at her restraints, and while she was okay with it, she itched to have something to hold on to. Flexing her wrist, Brody kissed her as her hips jerked forward, his teeth against her lips, and she could practically taste the blood in her mouth. A loud whine escaped, and she wanted him back, leaning forward, her hips jerked again, and she fell back against the bed, now focusing on the way Bas tongue moved against her clit, his teeth brushing against the sensitive nerve. “Sebastian!” She whimpered, her legs wrapping around him as her hips jerked forward again. Her knees quivered as she felt Brody’s teeth on her, needing some form of released. She wanted Bas.. she wanted Brody, no. She wanted both of them! Brody’s words were intoxicating, and they weren’t even to her. She listened as the older teacher gave Bas permission to use his hands, and god damnit, she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure when they were finally on her. “Touch me!” She begged, because she needed more stimulation, she needed her best friend so badly right now. Sebastian’s hands were on her, and she might explode. Feeling his fingers against her clit, oh god, his tongue inside of her, she thrashed against her restraints, wishing to touch one of them. “More! Oh god, right there!”

Brody

God, between the two of them, Brody wasn’t sure he could script something like this.  Bas may be fighting him, but Marley had rolled immediately and to win and still be baited with every turn was the hottest thing the older man could remember being involved in for a long time.  He swallowed thickly, pushing back the painful ache of his own cock-- he knew if he gave in, even just a couple of strokes, he’d end up losing his control, and basically handing it all over, and this first shot might be the only one he got.  Not for sex, he was positive-- Sebastian definitely got a gold star for endurance, and Marley should be able to keep up for at least a couple rounds, he thought-- but his own ability to hold out would start diminishing the more he thought about the two of them, about how far over the edge they could drive him.  No, if he gave it up now, he’d never make it back here, and so Brody was holding on for dear life against the throbbing need of his hard cock.

Sebastian’s shaky response definitely helped spur him forward, Marley keening in the background.  Brody wished he had time to adjust them, but the momentum of the circumstances were in his favor, and they were all drunk as fuck, so he just had to go without being able to get his hands any further than Marley’s legs-- for now.  Instead, his tongue traced against the shell of Bas’ ear, breath hot as he continued,  “Yeah, Bas?” he echoed the other man’s words, shifting his knee below him so he could free up one hand and rake his nails up the inside of Marley’s leg as they tucked close to them.  “You like her name on your tongue?  You want to watch her fall apart, don’t you?  Fucking look at her while she’s thrashed and desperate--  God that’s fucking a beautiful thing to see, your eyes when I fucking cum.  I want that for her.”  He glanced up, catching Marley’s gaze.  “Marls, you’re gonna keep your eyes down here.  I want them here till it’s over, so he knows how good it is for you.”  The groan was the hard part-- his finger slipped a little at the jolt that rushed through him, penetrating slightly in reaction to the younger man’s vocals.  

Bas seemed to catch himself though, and Brody watched eagerly as he brought his piano fingers into play, dancing beneath Marley’s dress and soliciting an instant reaction.  A slight pang of jealousy hit Brody- whether because he wasn’t giving or receiving he couldn’t tell- but the older man decided that he was ready to be a little more active in his participation of his own game.  “So far so good,” he encouraged the other man, as Marley writhed before them.  “Should I help, Bas?  Give you some inspiration?”  God he was thrilled that Bas was already ass-up at this point, because he’d been aching for a taste of him since the night began-- fuck, since he’d snuck out of his own goddamn house last Christmas.  Not even a week ago, but walking away from Bas in the morning-- ignoring all of the wicked thoughts and aching morning wood that his form inspired-- was not helping with what was he was starting to acknowledge as an addiction, and Brody was eager to make the fucker pay for it double.  So down he slid, one hand gripping lower along Marley’s leg, pulling at her to bring her closer to Bas’ face, deeper into his mouth; all while his fingers drifted forward to ghost up his base from behind, thumb collecting the pre-cum and bringing it back down to where his mouth had paused, his tongue running a deep line along his ass.  Brody hummed in deep satisfaction as he licked his fingers, “I think you might taste better this way,” he remarked lowly with a smirk, before ducking his mouth back toward the younger man’s hole, mouth pressed up against the entrance and then dipping in as his tongue slid carefully down to slowly stretch him out, listening hard to catch every sound that would press against Marley’s walls.

Sebastian

This entire thing still felt so surreal. He'd slept with both, obviously - but to have Marley underneath him, Brody right next to him - it's enough to make him quiver. Or maybe that's just Brody's tongue dragging tingles over his ear and Marley's pleading setting a fire alight in his gut. He hummed in reply to Brody's question, his cock twitching in agreement. God, these two were going to be the death of him. At least he'd go out like he always thought he would. His eyes shift to watch Marley at Brody's command, and it only made him more desperate to be fucking touched already. Brody's finger slipped inside him for a split second, causing Sebastian to inhale sharply - but before he could grind down, Brody's finger was gone. Fuck.

But Brody apparently was growing tired of just watching, judging by his words. What that meant, Sebastian couldn't quite fathom - but he chose not to focus on them, and instead turn his attention back to Marley - swirling his tongue and basking in the feeling of her tightening around him, delving in deep and circling her clit with his thumb in time with his tongue strokes - because the last thing he wanted to do was start begging for release. Brody tugged Marley closer to him, which forced his tongue in deeper, and his nails dug into her stomach with a low, almost primal growl. Brody's attention to his cock made him whimper - the ghosted touch only serving to make him crave more. The older teacher didn't leave it there, though - because the next thing Sebastian knew, Brody's tongue was dragging over his entrance and then breaching him, and he couldn't hold back the groan that ripped from his throat. "Shit, Brodes--" Fuck, he couldn't lose this one. Especially not in front of Marley, he thought with a fierce determination.

Marley

Marley wished there was more she could do. While she had control in the car, right now she didn’t have control, and it was driving her nuts. Flexing her wrist, she struggled against her restraints for a moment. Not because she didn’t like it, she just wanted to touch someone. Fuck in a way she wondered if she should come quickly, or hold off on climaxing just so this could last longer, because  she didn’t want it to end. Marley laid there, almost helpless as her legs quivered as Sebastian ate her out, as Brody watched, his eyes dark, and look she has never seen on his face.

Leaning forward, she watched Brody and Bas, moaning with each flick of her best friends touch, and squeezing her hands together. There  was something about watching them, that turned her on. She’s never been in this situation, nor has she ever seen two men together, but the way Brody spoke to Sebastian was the most erotic thing she has ever witnessed. Hissing as she felt a pair of nails go down her leg, her head rolled back for a moment as she felt Sebastian’s warm breath against her core. Blue eyes opened when she heard her name. Whimpering, her head nodded, her eyes on them, because fuck, she didn’t want to look anywhere else. Sebastian’s tongue entered her deeper, and she cried out, her leg brushing against someone as she dug her heel into them, needing to feel something, someone. “Untie me.” She begged looking into Brody’s eyes, her body quivering as Sebastian worked her. “Please let me touch you, please!” She begged as Brody moved down between Sebastian’s body, and she watched, crying out in pleasure.