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gretavanfleetposts · 3 years ago

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Full Disclosure || An Indecent Proposal AU

Author's Note: So I liked the alternate ending of the story way better than the original ending so this sequel is officially claiming the alternate ending. Congrats to all my Danny people. And if you haven’t read the alternate ending, I suggest doing that first. I am dedicating this fic to @hyperfixated-gvf, my wife. Also a huge shoutout to @basiccortez for the amazing moodboard. Truly brought the whole thing together

Content Warnings: drinking, swearing, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, spitting, swallowing, dirty talking, penatrative sex, threesome (only one Kiszka involved), descriptions of lingerie (somewhat spicy lingerie) (18+ minors do not interact) this bitch has everything lol

Category: smut with a little bit of plot

Word Count: 28k 😬

When you woke, you found yourself tucked tightly into Jake’s chest, the way you had plenty of mornings before: the smell of him engulfing you in warmth the same way the blankets did.

You and Jake had started dating not long after your little challenge with the boys. And it had been almost a year since you had made your sinful agreement with them. But more importantly, almost a year that you and Jake had been together.

There was a quietness to the morning, save for Jake’s light tapping against his phone screen as you pried your eyes open to confirm the suspicion your ears held. He was texting someone.

“Has Josh learned how to use his phone?” you asked, your voice cracking as your vocal cords worked their way out of their slumber, shrugging off the layers of sleep that had coated them in the night.

“No, it was Sam,” he responded, setting his phone down on the nightstand next to him and turning to wrap his arms around you, letting you lean into his touch.

You nuzzled further into his chest, as far as you could manage, before you peeked your head up to look at him with sleepy mischief in your eyes.

“He’s not trying to steal you away, is he? You just got home like a week ago.” You were speaking in between kisses then, pressed lightly to his jaw and neck, warmth flowing from his skin straight through your lips and heating your whole body. He was like your personal furnace, leaving you constantly cold in his absence.

Jake had just gotten back from the first half of a lengthy tour a week ago and the two of you had been catching up since then. In fact, you had hardly left the bed in all that time, your bodies getting to know one another all over again. God, you had missed him.

“I'm not done with you yet,” you finished, letting your teeth sink lazily into the skin of his jaw.

"Oh no? You still have plans for me?" He smiled with your movements. He seemed perfectly content to stay there with you.

In one swift motion, you pushed his hips back against the bed and moved to straddle him. You were wearing only a t-shirt and cotton underwear and you could feel he was already hard beneath you. It didn’t take much for either of you. Most days you woke up ready to go. That was the effect you had on each other, even after a year of dating.

"I do still have plans for you, yes," you said, keeping your face inches away from his own. "And those plans don't end until we've fucked on every surface of this house."

He smiled before letting his lips find yours with a heat that was rarely not present in his touches, like every time his lips touched you, he branded you, blinding you with desire every single time.

As his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you the way he had hundreds of times before, he quickly flipped you both so he was now hovering over you, gaining the upper hand as he let his lips fall away from yours with a frustrated moan on your part.

“We might have to conserve some energy for what I'm about to ask you," he said, his face now floating above yours, close enough to touch but urging you to find your self-control, all with the dangerous look in his eyes.

“I’m intrigued,” you sighed, a smile teasing at the corner of your mouth.

He sat up between your legs, pulling your thighs around him and tugging at the hem of your shirt to straighten out the letters spelling ‘I’m a Jake Girl’ which he silently acknowledged with a smile.

“The guys and I wanted to run something by you but this is completely up to you and if you’re not okay with it, we’ll drop it and act like it never happened.” His face was unreadable but his hands, moving up and down your bare thighs, felt as though they were telling you something, although what, you weren’t sure.

“Okay...” you began hesitantly, leaning up on your elbows to match his more upright state.

“You know I would never make you do anything you weren’t completely comfortable doing,” he continued, still avoiding the subject altogether in a cryptic manner that was more Sammy’s style than anything else. And the mischievous look he had in his eyes? That was also something his brother wore well.

“I know, Jakey. Just tell me what it is,” you insisted.

Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue you had. He knew this, his brothers knew this, everyone knew this.

Instead of answering right away, Jake slowly leaned down, pushing your shirt lightly up your torso and kissing just below where the swell of your breasts curved and met your torso. From there his lips trailed downward, placing kisses in a line down your stomach, until he finally reached your belly button and looked up at you with almost innocent eyes, as if he wasn’t up to something. But you knew better.

“Next week it’ll be a year since you agreed to our little…proposal,” he began, pausing to give you a chance to recall the events that had taken place almost a year before. As if you could forget.

He resumed his kissing, down past your belly button and along the hem of your underwear, moving quickly to the inside of your thigh instead when your hips lifted ever so slightly, trying to guide his teasing lips.

As his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, higher and higher until his nose was practically pressed into your core, you felt a sigh escape you, a frustrated and needy noise that made him chuckle as he lifted his head to look into your eyes again.

"Well, there's been some general upset over Danny winning.” He didn’t let his eyes leave yours as he spoke. And you couldn’t tear yours away, trying desperately to focus on his words though he was enchanting you with his lips on your skin and his eyes fixed on you.

“Upset from you or upset from Sammy?” you asked rather breathlessly considering the amount of contact, or lack thereof, that had taken place up to this point in the conversation.

He smiled but evaded your question. “There's been talk of a possible…redo.”

Upset from Sam then, if you had to guess.

He sat back on his heels, eyeing you closely to gauge your reaction. And you weren’t exactly sure what your face said as a million thoughts fought for space in your head. You weren’t exactly surprised by the proposition. In fact, the only reason you hadn’t been expecting it was because you and Jake were now dating, a fact that his bandmates were well aware of. But if Jake was the one bringing it up to you, did that mean he had already agreed? Did the commitment of a year give him the confidence to say yes?

“Isn’t it kind of different now? I mean, we weren’t dating a year ago. Aren’t you worried about your brothers fucking your girlfriend?”

“It’s not exactly my brothers I’m worried about.”

You should have guessed. Maybe you already had. You had declared Danny the winner a year ago. It was perfectly understandable that Jake should want to redeem himself and maybe somewhere inside of him he felt he needed to convince you that he could please you more than Danny could. And of course, he could. He had spent the last year proving that, not that it was ever really a question in your mind. But you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about your night with Danny every so often over the months that followed. Josh and Sam not so much. But Danny you revisited. Although you desperately tried not to.

The playful look in his eyes dissipated as you sat with your thoughts, probably guessing where your mind was going, and he looked at you with the utmost sincerity when he continued.

“I am also not unaware of the fact that they each probably give you something I can’t.”

He said each but you knew he really meant Danny.

“You give me everything I want, Jake. Everything,” you reassured him. Danny was a fleeting moment of bliss in an otherwise inappropriate challenge amongst friends. But what you had with Jake had stuck. That was what you wanted.

He nodded understandingly, giving you a soft, “I know, baby” as he rubbed circles into the plush skin of your thighs still presented to him. “But if it’s something you might want then I don’t mind sharing once a year.”

‘Once a year’. Did he mean for that to give the implication it did?

“But of course, I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to do it. I know it’s a bit unorthodox although it wasn’t exactly orthodox the first time around,” he chuckled, never stopping to address the phrase he had used.

You sank back into the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering this again. It was indecent, much more than the last time. But as intrigued as you had been then, you found yourself admittedly even more intrigued this time, the thought of seeing Jake possessive and maybe even slightly jealous as he and his bandmates competed to unravel you better than the others.

Fuck, you were aching at the thought of it.

“Are you sure this is something you would be comfortable with?” you asked, tilting your head down to meet his eyes all the while trying to hide any arousal that had flared up inside of you at just the thought of having them all again.

But the knowing smile he gave you told you he saw past the front you had tried to put up.

“If you’re comfortable with it then I’m comfortable with it,” he said before adding, “Any opportunity to humble Sam further.”

You chuckled and returned your gaze to the ceiling, exhaling your nerves and practically giving him your answer without so much as a spoken word.

“I can’t believe I’m saying yes to this again,” you laughed.

You were excited just thinking about it. Maybe too excited. It had been almost a year since you had had each of them and you’d be downright lying if you said you weren’t giddy in anticipation of having them each again.

“Well, there's a bit more,” Jake continued, and as you turned your gaze downward again, the mischief that had been present on his face earlier returned and in one quick motion, he adjusted down between your legs where he had been, pulled the cotton material of your underwear to the side, and, without warning, dipped his tongue into your center, making you gasp at the sudden sensations taking over your body.

His tongue retreated to your clit as one finger eased into you, and then another, wasting no time curling upward to gently prod the sweet spot that his fingers knew well.

Fuck, he was good with his fingers.

With his thumb replacing his tongue and drawing wet circles over you, he came up for air to deliver the rest, his fingers never slowing as they pumped in and out of you, dragging deliciously along your tight walls with every movement and paying special attention to your g-spot with each expert thrust.

"Josh booked a cabin for next week. If you're okay with it, we thought we'd do it there."

You were trying desperately to focus on what he was telling you as you writhed against the mattress, his fingers giving you no reprieve.

"All four of you in one week?" you asked between desperate moans as you fought to keep your voice even.

"Do you think you're up for that, baby?"

Maybe it was the idea of having all four of their dicks inside of you within one week, maybe it was the way Jake’s fingers curled into you while his thumb gently played with your clit, although more than likely it was the combination of the two that drew the unholy moan from your lungs that followed his words as you arched into his hand and fisted the sheets next to you.

"I don't know, I might not be able to walk by the end of it," you panted, grinding your hips down into his hand.

"I will shower you in relaxation after, I promise. We'll each take good care of you during, too."

God, it was filthy hearing it come from his mouth, hearing him talk about how each of them would care for you after fucking you.

"How can I say no to that?" you practically whined.

He smiled a devilish smile before leaning down close to your core again. "Mmmm, such a good girl," he praised you before his mouth replaced his thumb and he was once again eating you out, with more intent this time.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked again, only briefly letting his mouth leave you so he could get the words out before quickly letting his lips find their home again as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes, fuck, I'm sure!" You were right there, a few more pointed strokes of his tongue across your clit before your orgasm took hold of you, but he stopped just shy, removing his mouth and his fingers altogether as you cried out in frustration, much to his amusement.

"Good. That's the last time you're getting touched until next week,” he said, dipping his fingers into his mouth to clean you off as he took far too much pleasure in denying you the high that he had been so graciously helping you achieve. “You're going to need all the rest you can get."

He rose from his place between your legs and climbed off the bed, heading for the bathroom and leaving you there in a puddle of helpless need to ruminate over your thoughts and your desires. And you couldn’t help but let out a breathy, frustrated laugh as you brought your hands to your face, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. It would be different this time. You could tell.

"Oh and don't wear that bright red lingerie set for anyone but me," he called from the bathroom, the noise of the shower steaming to life muffling his voice.

Note to self: pack the matching red set.

Day One: Sam

The cabin was a beautiful piece of architecture, standing strong and solid in the middle of a small clearing in a dense patch of woods. It was hidden away amongst the nature surrounding it and it seemed like the perfect, secluded place to quietly partake in the debauchery you all had planned.

You and Jake pulled into the long, narrow drive not long after his brothers and followed closely by Danny. There was an odd, buzzing tension in the air between you and Jake the whole ride and silently you wondered if it would be the same with the rest of the boys as the car came to a halt in the procession.

The early afternoon sun warmed you as you got out of the car, despite the chill in the air. Cold and clouds threatening to cry down over you, you grabbed your bag from the trunk alongside Jake and made your way inside, smiling to yourself at the sound of Josh and Sam already fighting in Josh’s car.

It was even more breathtaking on the inside than it was on the outside: large wooden panels lined the walls like something off of a lincoln log box, a large, open living room at the forefront of the design the moment you stepped off the porch and through the door, and a masterful fireplace sitting in the dead center, decorated in deep blue ceramic tiles to match the royal blue in the ornate vintage rug that sat heavily before it, warming the otherwise cold wooden floors. There was a staircase hidden in the corner that must have led up to the lofted space which overlooked the scenery with a grand window that made up about half of the front face of the cabin, and somewhere, tucked away in the four corners of the downstairs surrounding the grand living room were four bedrooms, each a suite with large wooden beds covered in fluffy downs.

You made your way to the kitchen first to deposit the bottles of whiskey Jake had packed on the counter and it was just as breathtaking as the living room; a large, blue tiled island sat in the center, matching the grandiose of the fireplace in the room over, and tall wooden cabinets that practically reached the high ceilings. And off the kitchen was a separate doorway which led to a porch much higher than the level you had entered on, adorned with a hot tub big enough for the five of you, certainly, and with a breathtaking view of the trees below.

It was all a beautiful backdrop for the indecency to come.

You stepped off the deck and back into the kitchen where your bag was still resting next to the island as Sam was busy unpacking his own bag full of booze at the counter, the other boys shuffling about and unpacking various items.

“Glad you agreed, pretty girl. It’s time I redeem myself.” Sam gave you a wink as you looked up from what you were doing.

It was Danny who was quickest to jump in.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sam. You didn't win the first time and you're not going to win this time.”

"I'm more determined now that I know what a year of your gloating looks like, Daniel. I won't survive another." Sam turned his attention to Jake then. "How's it going to feel when it's not you again?"

Jake simply shook his head with a taunting smile, not letting his younger brother phase him this early on. "As long as it isn't you, I should be okay."

"It's gonna be me this time, I just know it," Josh piped up then as he uncorked a bottle to take a swig. A bit early in the day to begin drinking although it was something you had gotten used to when the boys were around.

"I think we all collectively know that isn't true," Sam teased. Well, maybe it wasn’t so much teasing coming from him.

"Josh, you're the least of my worries," Jake added, inciting some pity from you on their eldest brother.

"Hey, be nice to Frodo Baggins,” you interjected, crossing the kitchen to where Josh stood to plant a kiss on his cheek. “He has a lot of sex appeal."

"Damn right I do, mama." He gave his signature toothy grin as he pulled you into the side of him and threw his arm over your shoulder.

But Jake wasn’t having it. "You're just not rough enough for her."

Sam’s eyes grew wide at the statement as blood surged into your cheeks. "Ah so she likes it rough, huh?" His smile was all too suggestive, especially given the fact that you had just arrived. You were still far too jittery with nerves.

"Hey, no hints," you reprimanded Jake, but it had already been said and the others had already taken note, no doubt.

"Well you want to have a good time too, don't you?" Jake asked in more of a teasing manner than you figured he actually meant.

Danny spoke up then as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "She'll have a good time, don't worry." He accentuated it with a wink that sent goosebumps prickling down your skin as he turned to leave the kitchen in search of a bedroom he could claim for the week.

"You better not be taking the largest bedroom, Daniel!" Sam called after him, turning to leave and no doubt fight him over the bedroom he wanted.

“Guess we better go claim a room,” Jake sighed, picking up his bag and taking your hand in his as you turned to the other corner of the cabin in search of a free bedroom.

You and Jake took the room in the back corner of the cabin, a large room with an impressive poster bed in the middle and sheets that looked absolutely inviting. Across from the bed was a wooden bench with pillows adorning it, matching the deep blues and ornate reds from the living room and the wood throughout the entire cabin. Ultimately it was a simple room, void of much furniture, but romantic and cozy and warm nonetheless. The bathroom and large closet off the bedroom was inviting, too. It was certainly a place you could take up residence at all times of the year, although through the cloud cover and rain of a crisp spring when the flowers were blooming but it was still too chilly to be outside for long, you found a warm comfort in the walls surrounding you.

You set your bag down on the floor on one side of the bed and sat down, taking it all in. And not just the cabin, the situation at hand. Your enthusiasm wasn’t gone, more just hidden away behind a wall of nerves and anxiety.

"Are you still sure about this?" Jake asked lightly from behind you, taking a moment to make sure you were still committed to this removed from his brothers’ prying ears.

"I'm a little nervous,” you laughed to yourself as Jake walked around the bed to kneel in front of you. “But yes, I'm sure." You finished with a reassuring smile that he matched, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You hadn’t anticipated the nerves, not in the full force you were feeling them now. But you put on a brave face. They were your friends, at the end of the day, no matter what you did with them in the solitude of an outlandish idea that you all happened to agree upon. They each just wanted to make you feel good. Surely that was nothing to be nervous about.

You found yourself soon after reconvened around the heavy kitchen island and as you looked around at the boys who took their place similarly about the permanent fixture, it brought you back to an almost identical situation a year ago, their faces staring curiously at you as you set them all down a path that had forever changed things for each of you. Well, some of you more than others.

"So what are the rules this time?" Josh started, prompting each boy to turn their attention towards you as you looked to Jake.

"This is all on your terms, y/n," he said, giving you the reins to take over.

So you began, a bit hesitant and awkward, but laying out the foundation of the challenge the way you had many months prior.

"Okay well, there is a question of where I'll sleep…would be kind of weird to have sex with one of your brothers and then join you in bed." It felt weird saying it but it was true; you didn’t love the idea of fucking Josh only to run back to bed with Jake afterward. Didn’t exactly seem like something Jake might appreciate.

"Yeah that would be weird," Sam teased. But you brushed him off with a flippant look.

"Why don't you just stay with whomever you're with that night," Danny suggested.

You nodded. That made the most sense. "Okay that could work.” And then you recalled a rule from the previous year. “Still no discussion about me allowed."

Sam gave a light ‘boo’ which was to be expected but the boys each nodded at your rule, falling silent to give you time to lay out more demands. But you really didn’t have any. It almost seemed more straightforward this time although you knew it certainly wasn’t.

"I guess I don't have many rules this time," you said finally, breaking the silence.

"Who gets to go first?" Sam was the first to bring it up, to the surprise of no one.

"Well we all know you want to go first so to make things easy, we'll just do the same order this time."

It was Josh’s turn to give you a teasing glance. "Poor Jakey's gonna have to wait all week to touch his girl?"

You gave him a dramatic smile back, batting your eyelashes as you spoke. "Well I have to save the best for last, Joshy."

"Can we do it anywhere?" Sam interrupted.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean does it have to be in our bedroom?"

Sex in front of that fireplace? Now that was something you couldn’t turn down.

"I guess not. As long as everyone has…well, vacated the area," you answered.

"Whatever you need to do to try and convince her you're good at sex," Jake laughed, at his brother’s expense.

"I'm great at sex, I'll have you know," Sam defended himself. Although not so convincingly given his tone and his choice of words.

"Yeah you just have yet to prove it to anyone," Danny finally chimed in, igniting another fight between the two boys as Sammy quipped back with a not so clever, ‘How funny, Daniel’.

It was amusing to watch them go at it in that environment, all trying to impress you and yet still never failing to rise to the occasion to fight one another. It was utterly perplexing and downright charming in its own right. It might have even calmed some of your nerves if only you could move past the thought of sitting in the cabin, existing in the tension before someone made a move.

There was something else there, too. It wasn’t just the anticipation of waiting for someone to make a move, that person being Sam for the day. It was the anticipation of a particular day, in fact, that had you trapped within the mingling thoughts in your head: Danny’s day. Things had changed between you in the time between you declaring him the winner and you and Jake finally telling everyone you were dating, the difference being, it now felt to some extent as if he were avoiding you. Although why, you had no idea.

And if you were going to be completely honest, it was his day that you were looking forward to the most. Although you weren’t going to be honest and you were going to tuck that away deep in your mind and avoid thinking on it at any cost. No need to fully disclose to anyone that you had been thinking about Danny on and off for the last year…right?

—

You emerged from the bathroom in bikini bottoms with your top held in place only by your hands and the tie done up around your neck. Jake and Josh’s voices drifted from the tiny kitchen of the cabin through the cracked door of the bedroom and you made your way to find them.

You had gone hiking not long after deciding on the terms of the agreement and the fresh air was a welcome diversion from the impending situation that you still weren’t quite ready for. But now you and the boys were preparing to relax in the hot tub and you could only guess how long that relaxation would last until Sam was coming on to you.

"You want wine or liquor tonight, mama?" Josh asked as you appeared in the kitchen, hands still clutching the top against your chest.

"Liquor, definitely liquor," you mused. Presumably it was only a matter of time before you and Sam found yourselves…getting reacquainted, all while your boyfriend was in the other room. Yeah, you definitely needed liquor to calm you through your nerves.

They both laughed, a knowing tension palpable in the air. But the levity was welcomed.

"Jake, can you tie my top please?" You shifted toward your boyfriend as Josh made you a drink.

His hands grazed across your back before finding the ties hanging low at your sides. His fingers brushed against your skin all the while, sending shockwaves of familiar need jolting through your body, and you instantly wished Josh wasn’t in the room.

When your top was fastened tightly around your torso, your hands dropped and Josh offered you the concoction he had made, a mixture which had you wincing not long after sipping.

"Too strong?" he asked, an amused look in his eyes.

"No, it's good," you choked out, your eyes still squinting from the burn of the whiskey as it flowed down your throat, much to Jake’s amusement.

"Let me try." Jake used his proximity to grip you by the waist and pull you into his chest, taking the glass right out of your hands to sip.

"I'll meet you kids out there," Josh sang as he turned to leave and join the other two in the hot tub.

"Do you want me to make you something better?" Jake asked, turning all of his attention to you.

"No, this is fine. I'll power through."

His hands danced around your hips, holding you away from him so he could look you up and down with an appreciative smile on his face. "You look amazing tonight."

You couldn't help but reciprocate. "Mmm, so do you. I miss you already."

His smile sweetened at your sentiment and if you looked carefully, you could have sworn there was a rosy tint that found his cheeks before he pulled you back in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You'll have me soon enough," he whispered, his eyes closed as he let his forehead find yours.

"No, not soon enough," you breathed back and in an instant his lips were on yours, his mouth moving against yours like it belonged there.

"Please, not another repeat of me walking in on you two. My eyes can only take so much." It was Sammy who had entered the kitchen without a sound and now stood at the kitchen island shaking his head in mock disapproval, breaking you and Jake out of your trance.

"Shut up, Sam," was all you heard Jake say as you took your drink back and sauntered through the kitchen and out the door, shaking your head with a light laugh at the bassist who just always had to instigate.

The hot tub was a welcome sensation after the hiking that had taken place earlier in the day and as you sank into its warmth, letting the water hit your chin as you shivered down in, Danny and Josh were already settled in across from you.

"God it's hot," Josh remarked as he practically chugged his drink in front of you, earning a chuckle from his audience.

"I think that's the point, Josh," Danny remarked, shaking his head with a light laugh.

Josh was gesturing to the thermostat that sat behind you on the outside of the thick plastic tub when Sam emerged from behind you with a bottle of liquor in his hand, no glass in sight.

"Turn this thing down," Josh demanded in between sips but Sam stopped you from turning as he slid in next to you, pressed very closely and practically letting his entire side touch yours.

"Don't you dare. If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen." He was facing Josh as he spoke but all the while his arm was busy draping over your shoulders and pulling you further into him, as if he were addressing you both.

"I cannot handle the heat," Josh quipped back, shaking his head as if he were talking to himself and gliding out of the water to sit on the edge of the hot tub with just his feet dangling in.

On your side of the hot tub, Jake forced his feet between you and Sam's bodies, easing into the water and effectively splitting you two apart, replacing Sam's body with his own.

"Being possessive already, I should have known." Sam was giving his brother a cold, wounded look while Danny watched on in lighthearted amusement.

"Desperation isn't a good look, Sam," he teased.

Jake looked utterly pleased with himself as he pulled you into his lap. "Maybe you should listen to Danny."

"Maybe you should listen to Daniel," Sam clapped back with no hesitation, no doubt addressing the elephant in the room which was the fact that Danny had been declared the best in bed a year prior and your boyfriend had not.

So the glare that Jake shot toward Sam was warranted.

But Danny was unphased, lounging back with his hands behind his head in an unusual smugness that actually looked good on him. "I agree, we should all listen to me."

"Now look at him, you've made him cocky," Josh shook his head your way.

"You're all cocky, and through no fault of my own, I might add. Now would you all please stop measuring dicks so I can relax?"

Eventually the conversation drifted away toward Danny's playlist as he was the one connected to the little bluetooth speaker, the boys giving him a hard time over certain songs and then proceeding to get into a heated debate about the best version of some album. And when Jake got too invested in arguing with his brothers, you moved off his lap and sank into a molded plastic chair with the drink that you were nursing, appreciating the warmth surrounding you and the argument serving as your entertainment. It was relaxing. Noisy, certainly, but relaxing nonetheless.

They were all so passionate, after all. And it was easy to listen to them discuss the things they were passionate about. Or rather, fight about the things they were passionate about. You could be a quiet observer of the whole thing and never once feel excluded. That was one thing that hadn't changed when you and Jake had started dating. In fact, not much had changed. He was still the same Jake you had always known. And the boys were the same, too. Maybe a bit less flirty although could you even say that considering where you were and what you were doing?

But the biggest difference was arguably your relationship with Danny. There had been moments before your little challenge where there was a palpable tension, like the time he came out of the shower unexpectedly to find you rummaging around in his jewelry. But after, it was like he was being extra careful not to find himself in a similar situation. And if you were being honest, you were being careful as well. Not that you had ever been tempted to make a move, certainly not since you had been with Jake. It just felt as though Danny was afraid to even be in a room with you alone now. But maybe you were reading too much into it.

You couldn't deny though that there had been glances since your arrival at the cabin, exchanged in secret even between the two of you. And the only reason you were letting yourself glance was because you would be having sex with him in two days, why not warm up a bit? So why did it feel so indulgent, shifting your eyes to his form as he lounged in the hot tub and defended his music taste to his bandmates? Why did it feel so indulgent watching his muscles flex as water droplets cascaded from his hair and rolled down his smooth skin?

"It's too cold out here, I'm going inside." Josh was suddenly climbing off the side of the hot tub wrapping a towel around his mostly-dry body, practically yanking you from your thoughts and leaving you with a harsh guilt as Jake found his way back to you in the small space.

"It wouldn't be so cold if you actually got in the hot tub, Josh," Jake explained to his older brother, who wasn't having it.

"The water is too hot."

"Oh my god just let him go inside." There was exasperation in Sam's voice, likely because Jake was threatening to get in the way of Sammy getting you all to himself, but Jake just rolled his eyes and returned his arms around you.

"I'll come with you; I can't feel my legs anymore," Danny said, climbing out of the hot tub after Josh and disconnecting his phone from the speaker, leaving only the sound of the bubbling water as he and Josh padded across the deck. You could hear faint laughter and muffled talking as they closed the door behind them and in their wake was left a somewhat awkward tension that you didn't care much for. Although the alternative seemed just as awkward at the moment.

"Do you want to get out, baby?" Jake asked.

"No, I think I'll stay. Not ready to brave the cold just yet." You gave him a soft smile. You really couldn't be around Danny anymore for the night so the hot tub seemed like the best option. But of course, Sam was quick to ruin the moment.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." There was a grin on his face that you had a hunch would remain there for a while.

He certainly wasn't going easy on Jake.

"God, he's making me regret this."

He had a frustrated smirk on his face, one that held a muted anger toward his younger brother and his choice of words, intentionally pushing his buttons in a way that Jake certainly didn’t appreciate. So when he turned to you, annoyance flaring behind his eyes, and pulled you into a kiss, you could practically taste the jealousy on his lips. And if you were being honest, you loved the way it tasted.

It was a kiss far too heated for how long it lasted, suddenly making you wish it was Sammy getting out of the hot tub to leave you and Jake to it. It hadn’t even been that long since you had had him but god, his lips made you forget about Danny in an instant and remember that you were in a near constant ache for him. Even after a year. His hands left scorches on your body, familiar paths that begged for his touch whenever they went without. You were like a map that only he knew how to read. And you’d be perfectly happy if he never set you down.

But it wasn’t Jake’s night. It was Sam’s.

"I'll be upstairs with Josh and Danny, if you need me," Jake breathed as he forced himself to break the kiss.

You simply nodded but Sam was quick on his feet to fill your heavy silence. "We won't need you but thanks."

Jake merely responded with a middle finger presented in Sam’s direction as he kissed your cheek and you found it difficult to stop yourself from turning your head and catching his lips again. But you stayed strong and soon Jake was exiting the hot tub and padding across the deck to the sliding door to join Josh and Danny, leaving you sitting in the warm water across from an all-too smug Sammy.

You shook your head disapprovingly at him. At his antics. “Do you have to give him such a hard time?"

His smirk never waned. "Yes, I do, actually. It keeps him young.”

It was unintentional, the chuckle that rose from your lungs at his words as Sam dried his hand on a nearby towel and connected his phone to the speaker, turning on a playlist that he must have crafted specifically for this type of situation as Hozier's NFWMB worked its way through the speaker.

It was too palpable then, the tension in the air. You were painfully aware that you now found yourself alone with the boy who was supposed to make a move on you. The boy who wasn't your boyfriend. The boy you were meant to have sex with for the night. God, you really needed to stop agreeing to this.

"I've been meaning to ask you how you managed to convince him to do this again," you said, hoping to distract him and delay what you knew was coming. You weren't quite prepared, after all. Not mentally at least. Your body must have held some excitement at the thought of what was to come but your brain was too preoccupied with nerves to enjoy it. So you settled for your distraction instead, hoping you'd abandon your nerves at some point during the conversation.

"Oh you think I did all of the convincing?" Sam asked with amusement on his face, still sitting across the hot tub from you.

"I'm assuming so, yes."

"Then you'll be surprised to hear that it was actually Danny."

Yes, that was a surprise.

"Of course I was the one that brought it up but Jake was intrigued by the idea," he continued. "He didn't win last time either."

"So why did he need convincing?"

"He was worried he'd find out that Danny satisfies you better than he can," Sam retorted rather plainly.

If you had taken more than a moment to think about it, to acknowledge it, it made perfect sense. Jake had never said much about your verdict the last time around but surely he thought about it. At least from time to time. How could he not? But here you were, about to find yourself in this situation for a second time. And he had been the one to suggest it to you. So what had changed?

"Okay but he must not be worried about that now because he agreed to it, right?"

"Like I said, he was convinced."

"You're being so fucking cryptic, Sam. Just tell me what Danny said to him."

Your patience was wearing thin and as much as Sam was loving it, he held his palms up in faux pleading.

"I don't know what he said to him, little miss pushy. All I know is that they went into a different room, talked, and when they came back out, he said he'd ask you. I think they came to an agreement of some kind."

"Like what, Danny promises not to make me come?"

It was mostly a sarcastic remark on your part as you fidgeted with your now empty glass but when you lifted your eyes to meet Sam's, there was a look there that suggested he was intrigued by the idea of Danny refusing to let you come. Although maybe you were misreading his look entirely.

"I wouldn't put my money on that," he said with a smirk on his face that paired a little too well with the deliberate sultriness that now guided his voice across the hot tub and over to you.

Maybe it was best to ignore that little remark.

"Would he tell me if I asked?"

He rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, probably at your unwillingness thus far to be cheeky right along with him. You were denying him all his fun in your quest for answers. How rude of you.

"I'm sure you'll find out by the end of the week so why don't you just enjoy yourself, pretty girl," he said, crossing to your side of the hot tub and planting himself firmly in front of you, mere inches away, like a tower of marble looming over you.

You folded your arms across your chest, unhappily. He hadn't given you nearly the amount of information that you'd need to be satisfied.

"Never any patience," he said with a click of his tongue.

You merely shot him a cold stare, one that happened to amuse him endlessly as he paid no mind and leaned passed you, letting his hands grip the edge of the hot tub on either side of your form so he could see the temperature of the water on the screen that still sat behind you.

His torso pressed into your arms as he strained to get a better look and his attempt to get you riled up made you roll your eyes. It was going to take a bit more than that to shift your attention from the information he had just shared with you. It would take more than his hair brushing over your shoulder lightly as he leaned back and more than his firm grip from years of plucking bass strings on your wrists as he unfolded your arms from your chest.

"You need another drink; you're single handedly cooling off this hot tub."

He still had your wrists in his hands, pinned to your sides beneath the water as he continued his taunting.

"I am not," you huffed, rather child-like if you were being honest.

"Are too. It's dropped like 5 degrees."

"No it hasn't, you're just being mean."

"I'm trying to be playful to get you to lighten up."

"They're keeping secrets from me."

There it was, out in the open, in front of Sam no less. It felt like Danny and Jake hadn’t been honest with you about what was going on and although you didn't expect Danny to have that conversation with you, you did expect Jake to. Why didn't Jake make you privy to the conversation he and Danny had had before this whole thing started? And did Jake feel threatened by Danny? You didn't really want to ponder those two questions with Sam while he was busy trying to fuck you.

He sighed heavily for a second time, dropping his cocky and seductive demeanor slightly, somewhat defeated by your inability to think past the whole Danny and Jake situation but recognizing that you clearly needed some type of reassurance.

"They're not keeping secrets from you," he tried, although in somewhat of an exasperated tone if you were to analyze it. "They're just waiting to tell you, I'm sure of it."

Your silence was heavy, just like your eyes which you couldn't bring to meet his. So he let go of your wrists and slid his fingers up your arms, to your shoulders and up the sides of your neck until he was holding your face between his hands and forcing you to look up at him.

"I'm sure of it, y/n," he said much more seriously than anything else he had remarked that night.

But his usual, playful demeanor that seemed to both get him into trouble and out of trouble wasn’t too far away. "Would you please stop pouting and drink with me?"

You sighed but nodded and picked your empty glass up off the deck near you as he grabbed the bottle of liquor sitting beside it, pouring you some just before he brought the bottle up to his own lips and took a shot himself. You followed his lead and threw yours back before presenting your glass to him for another.

"Now we're talking," he said with a smile as he refilled your glass and took another swig.

He was still close and you tried to focus on that now, his proximity. The way he had grabbed your wrists like he owned you, the way he had taken your face in his hands knowing he didn't. You didn't give Sam enough credit. He was annoying, sure, but could lighten any mood, ease any tension, and all with a simple smile that insinuated that by playing along, you were giving him everything in the world. He was confident and arrogant and somehow he made it feel like being in that hot tub with you right then was his only job in the world. His only care in the world. It wasn't so hard to guess why he had women constantly falling at his feet.

It was the alcohol that was warming you up to the idea of having sex with him, or really, the idea of having sex with anyone who wasn't Jake, but more than the liquor you were just allowing yourself to want him. There was a place inside of you surely that still wanted him the way you did a year ago. You just had to push past your thoughts of Jake and find it.

So you focused on Sam, on the way his hand expertly gripped the liquor bottle as he brought it up to his lips, the way his long neck stretched as he threw his head back to take another drink, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the fiery booze, the way his unoccupied hand absentmindedly brushed against your arm as he leaned into you, replacing his hand on the edge of the hot tub. And the way he smelled, fuck. Like patchouli and something a bit darker but ultimately like Sam, warm and comforting and yes, even inviting. He was doing what he could to draw you in and maybe it was working.

"I'll take another one," you said quietly, the frustration gone from your voice and replaced by something a bit more timid and telling. Something just for him.

"Anything for you, princess."

You were expecting him to pour the liquid directly into the glass you were now holding between your bodies but instead, he slowly took the glass from your hand and set it on the deck just out of your reach. And then, with his hand that had been keeping him leaning over you, he pulled your waist into his and held you firmly to him as his hand wandered around to your back. There was a familiar dark, aroused look in his eyes but there was still amusement there. Maybe he was amused by your confusion. Whatever it was, it never wavered as he threw his head back yet again to swill liquor in his mouth and then without so much as a verbal warning, he set the bottle down, grabbed your jaw harshly with his hand, and spit the liquor into your now open mouth.

"Swallow for me, princess," he said, still gripping your jaw.

And fuck, if he was going to be giving commands, you were going to listen.

As soon as you swallowed the liquid down, Sam's mouth was on yours, his lips moving fiercely and fervently against yours, practically lapping up the aftertaste of the liquor still burning in the back of your throat and happily swallowing the involuntary whimpers he was eliciting from you. It was simultaneously exactly how you remembered it and nothing like it had been before. He smelled familiar, felt familiar, tasted familiar. But the need behind his lips, the fire igniting inside of you at the feeling of his hands gripping your face like he couldn't bring you close enough to satisfy himself? It felt entirely new. And you couldn't help but relent to the newness.

It was all part of the agreement, yes. But you knew a part of you would probably feel a bit guilty later as you inevitably replayed in your mind the way you pushed Sammy back to the opposite side of the hot tub and shamelessly climbed on top of him, all without breaking the kiss.

"That was the hottest thing you've ever done but I hate it when you call me princess," you remarked as you grinded down on his now-hardened state which sat heavily between your legs and begged for some attention.

"Yeah sure seems like it," Sam quipped back, a bit too breathlessly to give him the upper hand in the situation.

And god, the way he sounded when he was breathless as the grinding of your hips drove him crazy? It was like music to your ears.

His fingers set out to undo the work Jake had done neatly tying your bikini top and as soon as your chest was free, his mouth worked its way down to taste the supple skin there, letting his tongue linger around your nipples, hardened in the chilly air surrounding you.

With just as much force as you had used to push him back, he pushed you then, until your back was pressed firmly against the opposite side of the hot tub. And it wasn't long after that his shorts were being pushed down his thighs, along with your own bottoms, and he was wrapping your legs around his waist beneath the water and gliding into you easily.

The low 'fuck' that fell from your lips as he bottomed out matched the moan that escaped his at the same time. You hadn't thought much on your night with Sammy a year ago but the stretch of your walls around his cock brought the memories flooding back. Although you didn't remember it feeling quite this good.

It came more naturally this time, though. Long languid thrusts as he slowed the pace you had picked up while kissing to something a bit more tear-inducing as he gave you just enough to leave you wanting more. It was more purposeful this time around, albeit much less private, a fact you were becoming painfully aware of as you fought to control the praises you so eagerly would have sang for him if you weren't within earshot of the rest of his band.

But Sam had already had a taste of how loud you could be in bed so you shouldn't have been surprised when he took notice.

“You’re holding out on me, y/n, why? Do I not feel good?” he asked as he continued his slow movements, drawing out almost completely and then slamming back into you all in one fluid motion.

“No, you feel amazing." Your words were more a sigh than anything. "I-I just feel like I need to be quiet," you tried to finish quickly as the head of his cock brushed against the spot within you that made it hard to form intelligent thoughts.

With the reassurance that you were in fact enjoying him, he picked up the pace, urging you with his body to abandon your insecurities.

“Be as loud as you fucking want to be, pretty girl," he urged, although it was hard to focus on his words given the way his cock moved inside of you. "I guarantee you they are each eagerly waiting for your sounds. Besides, the louder you are, the better my reputation. And the more I can rub it in Jake’s face."

His words were turning you on further, the filth behind them, the idea of the other boys listening for your sounds. But you hated to admit that to him so you went a different route when the air finally returned to your lungs.

“If you try and make him jealous on purpose, I’m telling everyone you didn’t make me come.”

At your words, he slowed his movements again, and you bit back the sound of frustration that you felt forming in your chest.

“You think he doesn’t get off on it? Why do you think he agreed to this in the first place? He fucking loves it, y/n, knowing he has something we all desperately want. He’s up for the challenge, don’t you worry.”

‘Something we all desperately want’. Jesus, he was doing things to you with his words. Not that his words were what you needed at the moment.

“Oh just fuck me, Sammy.”

“That was always the plan,” he said before he laid the palm of his hand flat against your chest and pushed you back, angling your hips upward in the process so that his next sharp thrust upward caught your g-spot, and every thrust after.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that.” You couldn't stop the arch that formed in your back as your head fell backward and rested against the deck, your hips still attached to his as he drove into you.

“That’s my girl,” he praised you and despite the fact that his words went straight to your core, you huffed out a, “N-not yours. Jake’s”.

He delivered a harsh smack across one of your tits to silence you, all the while keeping his pace. “I don’t want to hear his name out of your mouth again while I’m inside of you,” he grunted.

“Why, am I making you jealous?” you pushed, your voice already faltering as the knot in your stomach tightened and threatened to snap.

The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the warmth spreading within you like a wildfire as Sam played your body as expertly as he played his bass on stage, the same fucked-out face he wore on stage while he was speaking bass too only a product of your pussy clenching around him, making it much more rewarding to drink in as you lifted your head from the deck to watch him in all his glory, sweat and water dripping down his forehead, down his long neck and chest adorned with a geometric necklace bouncing against his skin as he found his rhythm.

“Do I need to remind you whose cock it is that you’re begging for right now?”

There was fury in his eyes at your disobedience, no doubt fueling him in his quest to make you come. And he was close to getting exactly what he wanted, as your walls began clenching around him, urging him to continue his movements despite what your mouth was saying.

Maybe he was better at this than you remembered.

“N-fuck-no.” He was making it far too fun to be difficult.

“Say it, I want to hear it,” he said through clenched teeth.

You wanted to say it, but even more than that, you wanted to know what he would do if you refused. So you stayed silent, trying desperately to quiet the moans that bit at the back of your throat as he lifted your leg higher above his hip, angling his cock in just a bit deeper.

He shook his head with a laugh, born out of more exasperation than humor. “Such a bad listener.”

With that, he lifted your leg up over his shoulder, hooking your ankle behind his neck and thrusting forward until the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making you cry out as you couldn’t help but give in.

“Fuck! It’s yours, Sammy, jesus christ!”

But he wasn’t finished with his taunting. "Oh I know you can say my name louder than that."

God, he was pushing it. And fuck if it wasn’t doing things to you.

"Fuck, Sam!" Your voice was louder that time, intentional or not, as his hips drove into you at a relentless pace and the muscles in your leg burned with the stretch that would have hurt much more if it was the only sensation you could focus on, if the tight knot in your core hadn’t been so close to snapping and breaking you in half along with it.

"Come on, you want him to hear you, don't you? I know you get off on it too, why else would you have agreed to this again and in such a small space no less? You want him to listen, you want him to hear how good we all make you feel. Now scream my name and let him know how good I make you feel."

It hit you hard, his filthy words pushing you over a ledge you didn’t know you were so close to. And as your orgasm crashed through your body, his name, along with a string of expletives, tore their way up from your lungs.

“There it is,” was all he said, satisfaction overflowing in his voice, before you felt his hips lose their rhythm and he finally stilled inside of you, his breathing shallow and fast as he dropped your leg back around his hip and leaned over your frame, falling into your chest.

Your legs were still wrapped around him when he asked, “Was that so difficult?”

You let out an exhausted chuckle as you pushed you both upright and moved to hold onto his shoulders, his cock still buried deeply inside of you.

“Quit while you’re ahead, Sammy.”

It was a different kind of intimacy, one that you realized you didn't mind with Sam, joking and giving each other a hard time while he was still stretching you, still twitching inside of you with the aftershocks of his own pleasure as your muscles involuntarily flexed around him, his lungs fighting to regain their composure. But it was dirty more than anything.

“Oh so I’m ahead,” he huffed, keeping one hand wrapped under your thigh, holding you around his waist while the other traveled up your back as you let your forehead rest against his shoulder.

“You're the only one who has gone so yeah, you're ahead." You punctuated it with a kiss to his shoulder before adding, "For now."

"I swear, if you let Danny win again we're going to just have to keep doing this until he's de-throned, preferably by me."

You straightened again so you could look at him while you teased. "Well maybe you should just learn how to be better in bed," you said with a shrug and a playful smirk on your lips.

He squinted at you in disapproval, his hands now holding your hips. "Don't be cute, I blew your mind."

"You don't think Danny will too?"

He rolled his eyes at your insistence before resigning himself to move on. "Just do me a favor and be as loud as you were tonight. But don't say any names; makes it harder to focus."

You couldn't contain the boisterous laugh that erupted from your lungs, garnering a smile from the boy still holding you as you managed a "gross" through your laughter.

He looked like he had more to say on the subject but instead, as your laughter subsided, he changed the subject after a pause.

"Do you want to race to the shower?"

"Obviously."

Day Two: Josh

You woke up sore from the activities of the previous day, mostly the muscles in one specific leg, so as Sam massaged your calf and thigh with his thumbs and suggested it might be nice to play some board games and drink, a terrible combination as it were, it was all too enticing to pass up.

If they were competitive when they were sober, it was much worse when they were drunk. And it extended to board games, too. Go figure.

Still, it was humorous to spend the day fighting with them over stupid rules that didn’t really change the outcome of the game. It was fun to watch Jake get drunk and blatantly cheat while donning his Oliver Reed persona. It was entertaining watching Sam flip the game board for the millionth time as even Danny himself had to take a deep breath to hold back his growing anger. It was amusing watching Josh monologue to whomever would listen, discussing the ethics of the game at hand, all the while his brothers were trying to drown out his talking with much louder, much more incoherent talking. They were in rare sorts, stressed by the larger competition at hand but loving every second of it and turning each game into a larger metaphor as if you could judge their sexual prowess by who had the most life tiles at the end of your game of Life or who ate the most balls in Hungry Hungry Hippos. Now that was entertaining.

And only two spilled drinks by the end of it? A success in your book.

But eventually, as the day turned into evening, there was a natural lull as Jake lit up a pipe and Sam ventured into the kitchen in search of more booze and you once again found yourself riddled with nerves. You and Josh weren’t as drunk as the rest of the group, something you were starting to regret as the day grew later and you didn’t feel all that ready to take on another boy. And so soon after the last, too.

But again, that wasn’t the real issue plaguing you. You knew deep down that your nerves really had nothing to do with Josh. In fact, he was probably the easiest to enter into this sort of agreement with. Physical intimacy wasn’t something Josh was ever weird about. He saw it as a natural part of life, a natural part of loving someone which he somehow managed to make feel natural even with a platonic friend as you were.

No, it was once again your shifting eyes toward Danny throughout the day that had left you feeling guilty over the way you wanted him. And with his day fast approaching, you weren’t really sure what to do with yourself.

So you excused yourself from the confines of the walls around you for some much needed air.

It was cold and damp out on the porch and the sun had already begun setting for the day, taking with it any remaining bit of warmth. You didn't really mind the gloom though. The foggy mist that had set in and gave indication as to the melancholy hanging in the air was beautiful, it truly was. And it was a nice quiet that surrounded you, especially.

It was Danny who came and found you leaned against the porch railing, breathing in the chilly mist that clung to the air in front of you.

He leaned his arms against the railing next to you. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you tried your best to reassure him, even though it wasn’t totally the truth. But you couldn’t exactly tell him he was the problem, he was the one plaguing your thoughts.

"You don't have to just say that, you know."

God, these boys could be perceptive. Maybe they all knew you too well.

"No, I know."

A heavy silence fell over you as Danny was most likely deciding whether to push you and question you, to ask you why you felt the need to lie to him. But to your relief, he didn’t. He merely studied the side of your face then turned his gaze back to the scenery before you, letting the silence linger on for a moment before he finally spoke again.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, turning his head back to face you as you avoided his eyes by studying the railing beneath your arms.

You were stunned, although you tried not to show it. Maybe it was the alcohol that had made him so brave, though he didn’t exactly tell you what part of this he had been thinking about for a while. But as you realized this was the first time you had been alone with Danny in almost a year, you leaned away from the railing and straightened, effectively distancing yourself from him.

He straightened along with you, turning now to fully face you as your eyes still avoided his at all costs. “I just want you to be happy, I hope you know that.”

You glanced up at him, nodding feebly, not totally sure what he had meant by it though if you had to take a guess, you probably wouldn’t be that far off. There was a guilt that rose up in your chest as you searched for anything to look at but him, plagued by the fact that you wanted him to reach out and touch you, something you shouldn’t have wanted.

As if he could read your mind, he took a step closer to you, and then another, until he was mere inches away from you. Slowly, one hand reached up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, delicately lifting your face and forcing you to finally look at him. And the look on his face was dark, not unlike the way it had been when he had extended his hand to you a year ago and led you from his kitchen to his bedroom. Only this time, it looked as though he were about to let his lips linger far too sweetly on yours considering the way you wanted him to push you up against the side of the cabin and take you right there.

But as his lips drew closer to yours and you found him now centimeters away, he halted his movements to whisper.

“I intend to make you indescribably happy, every chance that I get."

With a swipe of his thumb along your bottom lip, he retreated back into the cabin, leaving you standing there alone with your thoughts, chest heaving at how close he had been and how far he now was.

Fuck.

You trailed in several minutes later, expecting to see the boys fighting over a new game but instead finding only Josh scrolling through a playlist as he put on his own music, muffled voices trailing down from the lofted space above you both.

“They went upstairs, something about a riff they wanted to play. And probably argue about.”

You gave an awkward chuckle. “Sounds like them.”

He finally settled on a song then turned his attention to you.

“Sit with me?”

You nodded silently.

He dropped two pillows in front of the smooth blue tiles of the fireplace, one behind the other, then plucked the bottle of whiskey sitting on the hearth and used the raging fire to light some incense.

"You've been awfully distant today," he said, sitting on the pillow farthest from the fireplace and setting the bottle of whiskey down on the rug next to him.

"Just lost in thought is all," you said quietly, sitting on the pillow opposite him to face him with your back to the fire.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"No…” you trailed off, before adding, “I don't know."

"Talk to me, mama."

He was encouraging but still gentle, something you always appreciated about him.

"I'm just a little confused, I guess." You shrugged. It wasn’t very easy to put into words now that you were thinking about it.

"About what?"

"Everything," you laughed, gesturing widely around you.

He gave you an understanding smile. "Sex can both complicate things and uncomplicate things." He removed the top of the whiskey bottle and passed it to you before continuing. "Sex with Jake? Uncomplicated. Sex with Danny?"

"Complicated," you finished for him, taking the bottle from his hands and gulping down a long, fiery swig.

"It's human nature to use sex as a tool of discovery. Maybe you're confused because you've discovered something."

He was more right than you wished he was and you sat there a moment with it, with the realization that perhaps that was the whole thing. You had feelings for Danny. Feelings of lust, anyway. Nothing like your feelings for Jake and yet feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to deny, no matter how much you wished you could.

"What about you?” you asked. “Complicated or uncomplicated?"

"I'm whatever you want me to be," he shrugged, taking the bottle back and setting it back down on the floor.

"I could use a bit of uncomplicated right now."

"Then let me uncomplicate things for you. Turn around."

You did as you were told, sitting on the pillow with your legs crossed, soaking in the warmth of the fire before you.

“Can I take your shirt off?”

You nodded and together you and Josh raised the hem of your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in a pale lavender bra with lace cups. You stripped yourself of your leggings too, exposing the matching lace panties you were wearing that you hoped he would appreciate.

Josh adjusted on the pillow behind you, his legs outstretched on either side of you. You had goosebumps, just waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning on doing, waiting for him to touch you.

“Relax, mama,” he whispered next to you, before his hands reached out and brushed your hair off of your shoulders. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact but quickly melted into his hands as he ran them up the sides of your neck and into your hair to gently massage your scalp.

“Shhh,” he comforted you. “We’re gonna go slow. I’m just going to touch you right now.”

Fuck, there was nothing you wanted more than to go slow with Josh.

"What if someone walks in?"

"I don't think they're sober enough to get back down the stairs."

He touched you differently than Jake ever did. When Jake touched you, it always felt very deliberate, like he had thought carefully about the way his fingers would dance across your skin, like he had orchestrated it all in his mind before he ever did it. But Josh touched you as if it had just crossed his mind and he had no option other than to act on it, as if the universe were calling out to him in that moment and saying ‘Do it. Reach for her.’ and he had no choice but to listen.

Jake was right, they all did give you something unique. Not something you needed in his absence or something you longed for when he was around. It wasn’t something that was missing. It was just something added.

You didn’t even realize you had leaned back into Josh until his hands dropped down to your elbows and ran smooth lines up to the tips of your shoulders, all while he hummed gently with his nose pressed into your neck.

You couldn't help the way your head fell back onto his shoulder and the feeling of his fingers exploring the lines of your collarbone and the dip on your chest between your breasts. His touch was sensual yet electrifying, drawing goosebumps out of your skin everywhere he touched. It was featherlight, the way his fingers handled you, a stark contrast to how any of the other boys had ever touched you, certainly a contrast to how Sam had touched you the night before.

Slowly, his fingers traced over the hem of the lacy cups of your bra and you felt your back arch slightly, involuntarily, willing his hands to touch you with more purpose.

“How do you feel, y/n?” he asked as his hands worked over you, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over your nipples, ghosting past too fast as you gasped at the sensation.

“So good, Joshy. You make me feel so good.” The words escaped your mouth as nothing more than a breathy whine, no doubt making him privy to the effect he was having on you.

“That’s good,” he continued in a whisper hot against your neck. “Focus on my touch, focus on how it feels. Lose yourself in it.”

You were, in fact, losing yourself in it.

“And let me hear you, mama” he finished as he finally pulled the lace covering your breasts down to let a thumb and forefinger play with your now-exposed nipples.

The sound that worked its way from your lungs then as he pinched with just the right amount of pressure was not exactly as quiet as you had intended but Josh hummed in contentment against your neck like it was the only sound he ever wanted to hear.

And with a particularly hard tug, your back arched away from his body and into his hands, his name a whisper on your tongue. And the contact of his palms flat against you as he caught you and pushed you back into him practically lit your body on fire with a need for more.

But then his hands abandoned the swell of your breasts altogether, falling to your bare thighs where he let his fingers glide excruciatingly close to where you needed his touch, where you were quickly soaking through your matching lavender panties. Your legs came unfolded, almost instinctively, to give Josh more space to work as your thighs practically shook with need.

“Josh, please,” you whined in exasperation. You were not exactly the most patient person and his hands were beginning to drive you crazy. You wanted his fingers buried inside of you, you wanted your moans to fill the small cabin, you wanted Josh to show you just how different he was from his twin.

But he never relented. “You’ll get what you want, mama. Just be patient. Just a little longer.”

Fingers rubbing the insides of your thighs, dangerously close to your panty line, while Josh’s plush lips began working searing kisses into the side of your neck outstretched for him like a canvas asking to be painted on, your chest heaved in desire, your breath ragged as if you were already fucked out.

It felt like he had been teasing you for hours and you were starting to wonder how much longer you would last before you took his wrist in your hand and moved him to where you wanted him. But you didn’t have to wonder for long as he finally let his middle finger run up the fabric of your panties, stopping to let the tip of his fingers brush light circles over your lace-covered clit. It wasn’t exactly the relief you were looking for but the action forced the air from your lungs nonetheless.

“God, you’re so wet,” Josh breathed into your skin.

“It’s all for you, Joshy.” Your voice was shaky but it was worth the exertion when you heard a low ‘fuck’ fumble from his lips at your words, words that he quickly rewarded by pulling your panties to the side with one hand while his middle finger repeated its previous action, this time through your slick, wet folds, collecting what he could and trailing it up to your clit where he finally set in to give you some of the relief you so desperately desired.

Your hands found a grip on his legs as he quickly unraveled you, his work made easy thanks to the teasing that had come before it. And fuck if he wasn't just as good with his hands as his bandmates.

"Turn around. I need to taste you." His voice came breathlessly and no part of you wanted to argue although his hands were quickly doing you in and you weren't eager for him to stop his movements, even if it was just to change positions.

But it was his choice of words more than anything that spurred you on as you turned to face him and laid on your back, your head close to bumping into the hearth of the fireplace now at your back. He needed to taste you, not wanted. How could you say no to that? And if you were being honest, some part of you had always wondered if all of those singing lessons had come in handy in other ways.

Quickly he stripped himself of his shirt and settled between your legs and all coherent thought was wiped from your mind the second he rolled his tongue over your clit and pushed two fingers past your entrance, not wasting anymore time making you wait.

"Oh my god," was all you could manage as his tongue picked up where his fingers had left off in your earlier position and you knew you wouldn't last long.

Jake was good with his fingers. That was his forte. But Josh? Fuck, Josh was good with his tongue, expertly tracing around your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, practically sucking the soul out of your body in a manner so gentle it made you want to scream his name.

With his fingers delving into you all the while he alternated between delicate flicks of his tongue and light sucking, he was bringing you close and fast.

“Josh, fuck, please keep going, please," you cried, tears spilling out of the corners of your eyes at how painfully close to the edge you suddenly found yourself while one hand braced itself in his curls and the other clung to the hearth of the fireplace to support you as you leaned up to watch him eat you like you were his last meal.

And as the tension inside of you finally snapped, your head fell back and your hips lifted off the ground as you came on his tongue and his fingers, singing a prayer of expletives perhaps a bit too loudly. You might have cared if any part of you existed on earth at that moment.

He worked you through it diligently and the moment you came down from your high, Josh crawled up your body, rid himself of his pants and boxers, and pushed into you, eliciting a moan from both of you at the sensation of him filling you up, the spark of pleasure igniting from the recently lit flame that had torched your body.

His lips found yours as he continued his movements and he swallowed each of your moans down like it was his communion.

As his hand reached up to grip the mantle, his hips found their rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease and practically knocking the breath from your lungs with each sharp thrust. And his lips never left yours, something you didn't realize could be so hot as he drank down each of your sounds, muffling them until you arched away with your head falling back when his swollen tip reached a place inside of you that had you seeing stars.

As you lifted your head back up to look at him, you couldn’t help but want to ride him. Josh was so rideable, after all. It was just something about him, something about his neck when his head fell back and his toned arms as they held you in place and guided your movements down around him. So you quickly flipped the two of you so his back was pressed into the floor with a deep thud, the way yours had been moments ago, and with a grip in his hair, you pulled him up to meet you in a hugging position as your thighs bounced against his.

Your hold in his hair would have kept him close to you but he wrapped one arm around your waist anyway, tightening you against his chest as his other arm reached backward to grip the hearth and hold you both upright while you rolled your hips frantically against his. You were so fucking close and every movement now served to drive you even closer.

"Fuck, Josh, I'm gonna come," you cried from above him as you angled your hips just right to drive his cock into the spot you needed him on each downward thrust. And by the way he struggled to keep you both upright, the way his muscles tensed and the way filthy noises fell from his mouth with each of your movements, you could tell he was right there with you.

"Take what you need from me, mama. It's all yours. I'm all yours."

His words sent you over the edge and as you came hard around him, your hands gave his hair one final tug, tilting his head back and allowing you to capture his mouth with yours as you swallowed the sound of his high and muffled the sound of your own. And how he managed to keep you both from falling back as your walls tightened around him and milked him of every ounce of strength he had, you had no idea, but as you began slowing your movements, he finally let go of his grip and collapsed backward, keeping his arm around you so that when you fell with him, you landed firmly on his chest.

"Fuck," you breathed, your legs shaking on either side of him to the extent that he worried he broke you.

"Are you okay, mama?" He was just as breathless as you but his hands immediately moved to soothe you.

"Yes, I'm amazing, thank you," you huffed in a breathy, heavy laugh, full of fatigue and satisfaction.

He let out a similar sound as he smoothed your hair away from your face and rubbed up and down your back.

"Do you think we can get away with just staying here?" you asked. You knew the answer was no but you weren't sure your legs would carry you to Josh's bedroom. And staying there, curled up in front of the fire together? Well that didn't sound bad at all.

"They'll see us when they crawl down the stairs in the morning. The bed will be more comfortable than the floor though. One short walk and then you don't have to move again," he promised.

You gave him a begrudgingly groan that made him smile in satisfaction but then relented and pulled yourself to your feet where he was quick to steady you with an outstretched hand.

Grabbing a nearby blanket off the couch, he wrapped it around your form and led you to his room with a hand at the small of your back. His room layout matched yours and Jake's, although flipped and no poster bed. But it looked inviting nonetheless and as you collapsed onto it, Josh disappeared into his adjoining bathroom to clean himself off, reappearing moments later with a damp washcloth.

But you were already at the mercy of sleep when he returned, drifting in and out as he pulled the covers back for you and helped you under. You fell asleep pressed into the crook of his arm, breathing in his scent and playing with his hair as you floated away. He smelled different than Jake but in many ways he felt like Jake. And it was Jake who occupied your dreams that night.

Day Three: Danny

It was odd to think that the days were so normal and the nights were so…well, not normal.

You would spend the day hiking or playing board games with the boys, as if nothing about what you were doing was weird. Josh would take pictures of you and Jake in front of a waterfall, Danny would dare Sam to climb precarious-looking trees and Sam would do it, of course. And then you'd retreat back to the cabin for liquor and fun. And fucking.

It was an odd picture to paint, and one much too indecent for you to admit how much you were enjoying it. And today, you were certainly letting yourself enjoy it.

You were growing more sore with each passing day but when you finally did open your eyes to face the day (although rather late by the time reading on the clock), you were ready. Maybe it was the fact that it was Danny's day and you were finally able to allow yourself to want him without any guilt. Maybe it was also the fact that in a short 24 hours, you'd finally be nestled into Jake again, where you really belonged.

You dressed in your same baggy t-shirt and leggings to waltz into the kitchen, the smell of food luring you in while Josh was busy showering.

"It smells delicious," you commented as you entered and Jake, who was standing at the stove, turned with a wide smile.

"Look who's finally up," he said, spatula in hand.

"I'm surprised the three of you are up. And so chipper, too."

"He’s not chipper," Jake said in his Oliver Reed accent as he pointed the spatula over to where Sam sat wearing sunglasses and slumped over the kitchen island. "Someone got far too indulgent last night," he said with a light 'tsk'.

Your eyes met Danny's with confidence for the first time all week. "How about you? You were pretty drunk last night, too."

"Not nearly as drunk as these two," he answered with a half smile and a knowing glance, likely thinking back on what he had said to you on the porch. You had been thinking it too.

You had been borderline mopey up to that point it seemed, trudging through the thickness of your nerves, sinking into a deep guilt over things you couldn't really control. But it was time you broke out of that, out of your own thoughts. You deserved to enjoy this. The boys had all agreed, after all. There was no point in not having a good time.

So you turned your attention back to the boy at the stove, determined to make the best of the situation you found yourself in. It didn't have to be that you were wandering about throughout the day a puddle of nerves for what was to come. You could make them each want it, working salaciously to reach their turn. And with the two boys left that had yet to take their turn, there were even more opportunities.

You sauntered over to Jake and wrapped your arms around his waist to peer over his shoulder at what he was cooking. He had his maroon shirt mostly unbuttoned, the way he always did, so you let your hands roam over his exposed chest, turned away from the eyes of Danny and Sam who probably felt like they were intruding. Well, Danny probably did. Sam probably didn't give a shit. It was not the worst thing he had walked in on.

Jake hadn't been touched in over a week so as you ran your hands lower and lower, you felt his muscles tense almost involuntarily.

"Careful," he whispered for only you to hear above the sizzling of the food in the pan.

But you continued your movements as if they were innocent.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" you asked, your hands now fully inside of his shirt and reaching the belt looped through his jeans. You let your fingers dip into the hem of his pants for only a brief moment before dragging your fingers back up his chest.

A sigh escaped his parted lips and he didn't respond, too lost in your touch to care about the food he was making until you finally pulled yourself away altogether. You walked backwards out of the kitchen and he turned to look longingly after you, like he wanted to follow you to the next room, push you onto your knees, and silence you with his dick down your throat.

"I'm gonna go shower," you winked at him, fully aware that Sam and Danny were both watching now, invested and maybe even a bit turned on by your antics, no doubt wishing it were them under your playful gaze.

You turned to leave without another look, expecting Jake to make a thinly-veiled excuse and follow you into the bathroom, but you heard Sam's voice instead, gravelly but stern.

"No, no, you have to wait your fucking turn."

"He's right, Jake. Follow the rules," you called back, earning a groan from poor Jakey as he turned back to the stove.

You took your time in the shower where you lost yourself in the warmth, soothing the deep ache in your muscles. God these boys were really doing a number on your body. Mostly your legs which were fatigued from hiking on the first day and never had a chance to recover.

But you were determined to see it through with the promise that Jake would be there at the end to take care of you. Although there was the possibility he would change his mind when he realized you had broken his only rule.

Don't wear the matching red set for anyone but him.

You had brought it with very specific intentions although you were losing your courage as the week went on. But you had already made a promise to yourself that you were going to enjoy this. That you were going to stop worrying about every little touch, every little feeling, and lean into the debauchery of it all. Rules were made to be broken, anyway.

So you slipped out of the shower, dried your hair and put on your makeup, and began the lengthy process of putting on the almost straight jacket-like lingerie that Jake loved so much. It was strappy, that was for sure, complete with a garter belt that tied nicely to the straps that dug deliciously into your thick thighs. And the cups were hardly cups at all, more just straps criss crossing delicately over your breasts and leaving little to the imagination, only the most sensitive bits left covered. But it was the bottoms that were your favorite part. And Jake's.

The matching red panties sat under the straps of the garter which would have been a nightmare to take off if one wanted to keep the garter belt and leg garters on. Only the panties had a perfect cutout between your legs, again leaving nothing to the imagination. Perfect for leaving on during sex.

It almost turned you on just to wear it, feeling so dirty, like you had a secret that no one else was aware of.

You admired yourself in the mirror, preparing to throw on leggings and an overly baggy t-shirt to better hide the secret that lay beneath, when your plan fell apart with the opening of a door.

"What the fuck do you think you're wearing?"

Jake stood in the doorway, a heated anger washing over his face. Although, anger wasn't the only thing you found there. His pupils were blown wide and again he looked at you like he wanted to force you to your knees to show him how sorry you were for what you were about to do.

Maybe it was time to push the envelope a bit. He didn't agree to this, per se, but if Sammy's words from the hot tub two nights earlier were correct, then maybe Jake was up for the challenge.

So you decided to test that theory.

"Oh, this?" you asked in an innocent tone. "Red is Danny's favorite color."

He seethed, practically burnt a hole in the floor where he stood clenching and unclenching his jaw and considering where he wanted this to go. "Didn't I specifically ask you not to wear that for anyone but me?"

"Well, it's the only red I have in my closet, honey. You want me to make Danny happy, don't you?"

Maybe that was too far and you were about to open your mouth to apologize when Jake’s face suddenly turned away from the anger and into something much more dangerous. He was going to play along.

Slowly he approached you, letting his eyes drift their way up your body, when he finally reached you and turned you gently to face yourself in the mirror as he looked on over your shoulder.

"God, you can be such a brat sometimes," he said, hands running up your sides a little too delicately given the look on his face.

"Well, you're already sharing…" you trailed off, no longer brave enough to finish that sentence.

His eyes practically turned black and slowly, he nudged your legs open with his knee and with one hand pressed into the small of your back, he bent you gently over the sink. "You're right, I am. And how sweet of me, too."

You were gripping the edges of the sink, absolutely dripping with need although there was no fabric between your legs for you to feel your wetness. God he was sexy when he played rough.

"But I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Hearing the noises you make while I can't touch you, it is so fucking frustrating."

Without any warning, he dipped his fingers into you and you were unable to control the sound you made as he slid them in and out a few times, no real purpose behind the movements other than to drive you crazy.

"And yet so fucking hot," he finished, pulling his fingers from you and inserting them into his mouth, before replacing them, teasing at your entrance until you choked out a sound of pleasure when finally curled them into you, this time withdrawing and using your slick to rub wide circles on your clit.

"So wet, baby," he mused. "Is this all for me or is some of it for Danny too?"

You were practically grinding backward in search of his touch. "No it's for you, Jake. It's all for you, please. I fucking need you." Your voice was a pathetic whine but you didn't care. You had one goal and that was to feel your boyfriend fill you up.

But he gave you a reprimanding 'tsk' as if you had answered wrong. "I don't think that would be very fair to Danny, if I wore you out before he even had the chance to wear you out himself."

"I don't care, I just need you Jake."

He threw your words back at you then, all too pleased with himself as his fingers alternated from diving into you and curling up into you and rubbing messy, wet circles around your exposed clit. "We have to follow the rules, baby. You have to be good."

"Fuck, no," you cried, partly in frustration, partly due to the fact that his fingers were once again curling into you with a fast-paced need, feeling for all of the places that made you quickly come undone.

He dipped down to speak in your ear then. "Will you be good for Danny? Are you going to make him happy?"

How could you not when he was asking so nicely?

"Shit, I'll be so good for him," you panted, trying to keep your voice semi-quiet so that no one could hear what the two of you were up to.

"Good, because if I find out you were a brat for him too, the only thing you'll be getting from me for the next month is teasing."

Jake denying you for disobeying Danny? Now that was a thought that planted seeds in your mind.

"Yes, sir," you promised, your knuckles now turning white with your grip on the counter. And you could tell he appreciated your words when you felt how hard he was through his jeans, pressed against your thigh.

"Fuck, say that again," he demanded.

"Yes, sir. I'll be good for Danny and I'll be good for you, I promise."

He withdrew his fingers just before you found your release, dipping them into his mouth to clean them off as he watched you in the mirror, your head threatening to hang defeated over the sink.

Silently he helped you straighten and turned you around so you were now facing him. And by the curious look in his eye, you could tell he knew you were wondering whether you should take the set off or not.

"Leave it on, baby. He's gonna love it." And then he was out the door.

—

You stretched out on the couch, your head in Jake's lap the way you watched movies splayed out on his couch at home. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. It reminded you of how Josh had played with your hair the previous night. Only the way his fingers twisted in your hair and his thumbs brushed over your forehead, it warmed you from the inside out. God you loved the way he touched you. No matter what any of these boys did to you, none of them could touch you the way he did.

You lifted your legs onto the couch, only for Josh to lift your feet to sit under them, placing them on his own lap.

"Do you want me to move?" you asked, suddenly aware of the fact that you weren't at Jake's house and you were taking up the whole couch.

"Absolutely not, mama. I'll just sit under your feet."

His thumbs absentmindedly worked their way over your feet as the movie began and his touch was reminiscent of how he had touched you the night before, soft and lingering and blurring the lines between intentional and unintentional.

On the opposite end of the couch, Jake’s fingers were tracing lines over your hairline, rubbing along your temple and the top of your ear just to swirl back up into your hair to revisit the trail all over again.

Danny had opted for the floor in front of you, close enough that you could smell the lingering scent of his shampoo but not blocking your view of the tv. His hand reached up over his shoulder to play with your fingers that you were letting dangle off the edge of the couch.

And then there was Sam, sitting in the recliner across the room with his feet hanging over the edge of the armrest, talking incessantly through the movie, much to Josh's annoyance. But there was no part of you that minded his commentary. In fact, it was the familiar sound of his voice paired with the soothing touches of the boys nearer to you that lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your mind floating in and out of the conversation happening around you.

Your body was exhausted from the hiking and the other activities you had partaken in. Not to mention, you just didn't sleep as well when Jake wasn't there. Not that you had had sleepless nights with Sammy and Josh. It just wasn't the same and your body was noticing.

“I think we’ve done a number on her already,” Jake remarked, just loud enough to pull you back from the clutches of sleep before you succumbed to the dark, warm depths of a comfortable slumber.

“Maybe she just needs some sleep tonight.” It was Danny’s voice then although if he said anything after, you didn’t hear it as you drifted out to a sea of exhaustion, waves of sleep overtaking you little by little, drifting in and out of the conversation surrounding you like the tides of the ocean creeping up the shoreline only to retreat again, never fully taking the beach.

It was Jake at the forefront of your mind as you drifted away and then suddenly Danny as if he naturally took his place, before you floated back enough to realize it was Danny’s voice filtering through your tired ears again.

“I’ll carry her to bed," you heard him say through the haze of your sleep.

“Don’t forget to show her a good time," Sam teased. Presumably Jake shot him a look.

You couldn’t help but drift further into sleep when suddenly you felt Danny placing you gently in the space on his bed where the covers were pulled back, trying not to wake you. But as soon as your body lay comfortably in his bed, surrounded by his scent and the realization that he was yours for the night, your mind woke fully. Silently you moved to sit up and pull your top up over your head but Danny stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist.

“You’re tired, sweetheart. I think you need a break.” He was giving you a soft yet stern look, trying to will you back into the deep sleep that had begun to overtake you, his brows furrowed in the concern that splayed so nicely across his features, not the way it did Sammy or Josh or even Jake. It didn’t look like it hurt him to worry about you. It looked like it was his job.

But fuck if it hadn’t been too long since you had been at the mercy of the drummer’s hands, the mercy of his expert touch. And you had no intention of letting that opportunity slip past you in favor of some much-needed sleep that you could catch up on when your cabin trip came to an end.

So you tested your voice. “No, I need you Danny.” You tried not to think too hard on Jake as you continued. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

It was the truth although maybe you shouldn’t have said it, for Jake’s sake. But there you were, both of you fully clothed, hardly touching, and you were already begging for him. It almost pained you to picture it, you in your sorry state, unable to deny Danny in favor of the sleep and rest you so desperately needed. It was his night, after all. You had been waiting for him. And in that moment, it felt clear that you’d been waiting for him for a full year.

So when he slowly brought his lips to yours to appease you and silence the sounds of your begging for him, you couldn’t help the involuntary hum that you breathed lightly against his mouth, a sound which he seemed to swallow happily judging by the way his lips opened for you and his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of you at the relief, a long-awaited end to the anticipation you had been feeling for far too long now. And you melted into him as a result.

He leaned into you, taking your face in his hands and letting his thumbs graze your jaw as he tasted you. But you quickly moved his hands to your thighs as you straddled him, tangling your hands in his hair so you could tilt his head back and move your mouth more firmly against his. There was a groan that escaped his mouth as you pulled his hair, one that he did little to suppress, and the sound combined with the taste of him on your tongue and the strength of his hands gripping your thighs, it brought you back to the night you shared almost a year ago. It was intoxicating.

He broke the kiss with a hand gripping your chin as he rested his forehead against yours. The sound of your breathing, each of you equally out of breath, layered delicately over the quiet hum of muffled voices on the tv not far away.

“Then we’re going to have to make sure you’re as wet as you can be or else I might break you,” he spoke, his forehead still pressed firmly against yours like he was trying desperately to keep his lips off of yours, a battle he soon lost.

There was an urgency behind his movements then, one matched by your own as you found yourself grinding down on him and attempting to push him backward so you could quickly strip him of his clothes and ride him the way you so desperately wanted, but it seemed he was determined to take his time with you as his hands and mouth slowed to a much different pace, making you wait for when he reconnected his lips to yours.

"Let me take my time with you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “It'll feel better that way."

You weren’t in the mood to go slow but you also weren’t in the mood to argue when you were at the mercy of his touch. So you let him slowly push you backwards until you were lying beneath him, his form hovering torturously far from yours.

His mouth moved to your jaw and then to your neck where he sucked lightly on the sensitive spot at the crook of your neck. And fuck if it was just as good as you remembered. He felt just as good as you remembered. And you were soon finding it hard to catch your breath.

But again, he pulled away too soon.

His breath was hot against your neck and you could feel your body involuntarily lifting from the mattress in search of his but he calmed you with one hand pressed to your stomach as a tantalizing question dripped from his mouth.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

Fuck, how could you even pick? You’d had his fingers before and they were heavenly, filling you nicely and treating you with a level of care mixed with roughness that only a drummer could replicate. But you had never had his mouth before and you imagined it was just as good. In fact, the idea of his tongue inside of you made your mouth water. You desperately wanted both.

“Is both an option?”

You felt him laugh against your neck as his hands found their way to the hem of your leggings and began working them down your legs.

"Yes, that's an option," he said through a smile, before adding in a gravelly, desire-laced voice, "greedy little thing."

It wasn’t long before the bold red of your panties and garters caught his eye and he quickly sat up, letting his breath escape him in a light gasp at what was presented before him, before his fingertips.

"Shit," he breathed.

His hands traveled up your torso, lifting your oversized t-shirt along the way until you were leaning against your elbows and pulling it up over your head to let him admire the matching bra.

"You've outdone yourself, y/n." His voice was laced with a desire you had never heard him don, not even a year prior when you found yourself in his bed. Of course, you knew he wanted you then. But this was different. He sounded almost…needy, the way you imagined you sounded.

"I'm not sure I even want to take this off of you," he finished.

If Jake hadn’t given you his blessing, although somewhat cryptically, you might have felt bad being the object of Danny’s desire this way. But the way his eyes met your body and gazed upon it like it was the last meal he would ever indulge in, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any remorse over your decision. Besides, you’d make it up to Jake. Your credit card had already felt the weight of that indiscretion and Jake would certainly thank you for it.

So when you urged him to leave it on and stain it with the desire that clung heavy in the air, you didn’t feel bad.

He shook his head with a light chuckle, born out of exasperation far more than humor. "Fuck.”

His body followed his hands down your own, feeling their way until he reached your thighs and brought his face close between them. You had never had Danny’s tongue before, no, so when he lowered himself and you felt his breath against your skin, it almost made you jump with excitement and surprise. And the second his lips connected with the skin of your thigh, goosebumps perked up along your flesh, giving tangible texture to your nerves and anticipation.

You were aching for his mouth, dripping for it. And it took every ounce of strength you possessed to keep your hips still on the bed. But you couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs that was beginning to inhabit your thoughts and make decisions for you. And his mouth so dangerously close to where you wanted it? That was the greatest sin of all, his teasing and prolonging of the sensations you knew were to come. He had you right where he wanted you, whether he realized it or not.

Your body was begging for it, begging for him; it was obvious to you both with the way your hips writhed and wriggled, trying to align themselves with his mouth. But he didn't give in to your neediness; he simply stilled your hips with a strong hand on your abdomen while his lips continued their teasing against the inside of your thighs.

Maybe it was your whimpering that finally incited some mercy because as you desperately pleaded for him to show you some kindness, his mouth finally found your core and he licked once, gently, starting at your entrance and up until he flicked the tip of his tongue gently across your clit. And as a gasp rose from your chest and pushed past your lips, he repeated the action, again and again until you were begging him to pick up the pace with a hand gripping his hair and a breathy whisper of his name that held all of the encouragement he needed to set in with a goal.

With his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, he sucked gently before shifting downward to lap at your entrance as you ground down on his nose, the bridge aligning perfectly with your clit and making you moan his name shamelessly. Maybe it was his nose that you loved the most.

Without warning, he hooked one of your ankles over his shoulder to get a better angle, finally adding a finger to the mix, first one and then two, trying to stretch you and prepare you for him without hurting you.

His fingers weren't like Jake's and his mouth wasn't like Josh's but there was no piece of his skills that left you wanting as he brought you closer and closer to bliss. And it was overwhelming, the feeling of him scissoring his fingers inside of you as his mouth still worked over you. But more than anything, it was just the feeling of being under his hands that would have done you in. You had been wanting him for so long. You had felt so bad for it, too. But there, under the strength of his calloused hands as his hair fell over his shoulder and grazed your leg, as you basked in his scent still clinging to the pillows near you, you couldn’t help but arch into him, impossibly searching for more, more, more.

You could feel your wetness on his fingers and face, you could hear it as you squirmed beneath his hand with every thrust of his fingers and every flick of his tongue. You were ready for him, if the sinful sounds filling the room told you anything. And you felt if you had to go another second without him, you’d burst. So you pleaded with him.

"Danny please, I can't wait any longer."

He drew back although never stopping the motions of his fingers.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Fuck yes, Danny, please. I need you.”

He smiled a wicked smile. "Good. Come here."

With one strong hand, he gripped your ankle and slid you easily to the edge of the bed before he rid himself of his sweatpants. He was already straining in his boxer briefs when he pulled them down, his cock bobbing up and down deliciously before he took himself in his hand and gave himself a few languid strokes.

Danny stood towering above you and for a moment, a chill ran up your spine simply taking him in. He was lean and toned, his hair cascaded in long ribbons over his shoulders, the shadows danced over his muscles like he was carved out of marble, and the happy trail leading down to the thickness he still held in his hand was a trail you wanted to follow down and up and back down again.

"You want me to be rough with you, sweetheart?" he asked with a suggestive smile. Danny didn’t often don a smirk the way his other half did, but when he wore it, he wore it well. It never failed to look like he knew a dirty secret about you. It wasn’t a secret, though, that you liked things a bit rougher in bed, thanks to Jake announcing it for everyone to hear. But the way Danny asked you? It was like only he was wise to that fact, like it was his to know.

And as he stared down at you with that goddamn smirk, asking if you wanted him to be rough? All you could do was give a feeble nod, which earned a laugh from the drummer standing before you.

"Yeah?” he confirmed with a light chuckle adorned with his beautiful smile. “I need to hear your words, I don’t want to hurt you."

His hand still worked over his cock as he spoke, giving a few final pumps and lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you with his head swollen with desire. He could have made you sob.

"Yes, yes, please. Be rough," you pleaded without any hesitation.

"Just tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

"You won't hurt me."

"Just say okay, sweetheart."

"Okay," you sighed impatiently.

And with that he snapped his hips and slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust although you didn’t really need time. It stung, the way he stretched you, but you wanted nothing more than to feel that particular sting over and over again. And having him inside of you again set every nerve in your body on fire.

He gave another forceful thrust that sent you scooting up the bed ever so slightly, and then another, and then another until he found a furious pace, one that made you realize just how much you had missed him.

With his hands wrapping around your thighs, he pulled you back to the edge of the bed where you had started before his sharp thrusts had driven you away, slinging your legs up his chest and practically bending you in half as he leaned down to drive his cock into you at a better angle.

“Oh my god, just like that, Danny,” you cried, your voice practically foreign in your own ears against the sound of skin slapping and the wetness collecting on his length from between your thighs.

It was breathtaking the way he fit inside you, the way your walls stretched to accommodate him, the way he grazed every inch of you, and especially the way he looked connected to you. It felt wrong but so unbelievably right.

He looked down on you with a dark look, like he was trying to hold himself together, before his head cocked to the side and his jaw clenched as his eyes shut for a brief moment, sighing through the waves of pleasure. Jesus, it was a beautiful sight, watching him struggle to keep his composure. It wasn't lost on you in that moment that he had been waiting for you just as long as you had been waiting for him.

With one quick motion you were suddenly on all fours, Danny pushing past your entrance again and setting a ruthless pace as he now took you from behind. And as the tip of his arousal caught your g-spot and his hand reached forward to wrap around your throat and gently squeeze, pulling you into an upright position and keeping you there with his large hand over your neck, you felt a dam inside of you about to burst.

It reminded you of the position he had you in a year before only somehow he seemed to know your body that much better despite his limited experience. He was practically an expert, and so quickly, driving into you in just the right way to repeatedly graze all of the places you needed him as his hand tightened around your neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his forhead dropping to your shoulder briefly as he collected himself, before he lifted his head slightly and sank his teeth into the muscle of your shoulder.

It made you cry out, his teeth biting down and not very gently either. It sent pain shooting into your neck and down your back, pain that you didn’t want to end. You wanted to fucking feel his mouth there forever.

His labored breathing quickly turned into a near constant string of curses and groans as he continued driving into you, sounds that were far prettier than any music the band made, than any sounds you could certainly make.

“So fucking good,” he moaned again, his hips now losing a bit of their rhythm.

You were right there too, losing yourself the way he was losing himself. And you wanted to lose yourself with him. You wanted to feel him twitching inside of you as you contracted and tightened and came hard around him. The sounds he was making alone would have done it but as the fingers of his free hand slipped down and found the cutout in your panties, you knew you were done for.

"Oh my god, Danny, I'm gonna-" you started, cut off by a gasp at the feeling of another perfectly aimed thrust.

"I know, sweetheart," he huffed, tightening the grip of his hand and rubbing more furiously with his other.

You weren’t on the cusp of just any orgasm. This was entirely different, a feeling Jake had made you feel only twice before. It was like something inside of you was about to explode around him, engulfing him while he still filled you up. You were on the edge of bliss, on the verge of leaving your body at his hands.

"No, Danny, I'm-" you tried again but he cut you off this time.

"I know. Relax and let it happen unless you want me to stop," he grunted through his own pleasure.

But him stopping was the absolute last thing you wanted so you begged him to keep going, to break the dam whose stability he was threatening with every movement of his length inside of you and every squeeze of his fingers at the pressure points on either side of your neck and the slip of his fingers between your legs.

"No don't, don't stop, please," you begged, barely able to speak.

"I've got you, beautiful, let go for me."

It was all the encouragement you needed and you felt a release as you gushed on Danny’s cock, warm liquid drenching your thighs and Danny’s sheets.

“Jesus fucking christ, you are so perfect,” he half-spoke, half-groaned as he worked you through your unbelievable high, making himself come in the process with a low ‘fuck’ that you seared into your mind, filed away for another moment.

Your legs shook violently as he withdrew himself and gently eased them back onto the bed. And as he disappeared into the bathroom, into the sound of running water, you stood on legs more shaky than you realized, almost falling over in the process.

He reappeared behind you, holding your elbows in his hands to steady you before opting to lift you off your feet instead.

"Here, I've got you," he said as your feet left the floor.

A humid steam already clung to the bathroom air as the tub finished filling with hot water and Danny set you in it. Immediately the warmth eased your aching muscles and blanketed you in a comfort that was almost as rewarding as Danny’s arms.

You were satisfied. Nothing short of it. But god you were sore.

He must have noticed the wince on your face as you shifted into a more comfortable position in the tub because he reached for a washcloth on the sink and dipped it in the scalding water, and then placed it in your hand. With his hand wrapping around your own, he guided yours, still clutching the washcloth, down between your legs and pressed it gently against your core.

"This should help," he said, never moving his hand.

Under different circumstances, it was an act that might have forced you to avert your eyes as a blush crept into your cheeks. But there was nothing but tenderness behind his eyes and the movements of his hands and as you stared at him silently from the warm confines of the tub, you almost forgot how to breathe.

When you finally found your breath again, you whispered a hardly-tangible ‘thank you’ and he stood to leave you to your bath.

“Just relax, sweetheart. I won’t be far away,” he assured you before disappearing through the doorway.

It was then that the waves of sleep finally overtook the beach.

Day Four: Jake

You woke in Danny's arms, nestled snugly into him in a way that didn't feel unnatural or wrong. It just felt like Danny and something you naturally shared with him. That was, until your mind began to wake up. That was when the rush of feelings hit you. And more than anything, you needed to see Jake.

Carefully you turned out of his grasp and slipped out from under the sheets, trying desperately not to wake him. You moved silently out of his room and headed for the one your suitcase had been sharing with Jake. And that's where you found him, asleep and beautiful as ever. And god he was beautiful. Especially when he slept.

You quietly crawled into bed next to him, trying to take in his scent and forget the boy you had just left behind.

He woke as you crawled under the sheets to meet him there, in the warmth and safety of the blankets and of his embrace.

"Oh hey there, beautiful," he said in a quiet, sleepy voice, his eyes peeking open to look at you but quickly closing again.

"Hey, pretty boy," you whispered back. Your voice was quiet but it was telling, nonetheless.

"You okay?" His eyes were still closed but you could tell there was genuine concern behind his question.

But you remained silent. And he noticed, cracking his eyes open.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

There were tears forming at your eyes, you couldn't stop them. You tried to smile them away, to reassure him, but it wasn't working.

"I'm sorry I didn't pick you," you whispered to him in the early hour of the morning, away from the prying ears of his brothers who might give him a hard time, away from Danny who might send you a knowing glance, away from the noise of the messy situation you had all created. You were sorry you hadn’t picked him to begin with and you were sorry that you let your thoughts linger on Danny the way they did, as if you still weren’t picking Jake. Even after a year of happiness together.

There was no anger on his face though, nor any hurt as he opened his eyes to really look at you.

"You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered back. “I just want you to tell me what you want. I just want to make you happy."

He lifted his hand to brush your hair out of your face and you leaned into his touch, into the safety of his embrace.

"You do make me happy."

He smiled understandingly but pressed on. "I don't think I'm the only one that does. And that's not a bad thing, y/n."

You knew what he was talking about, without even asking. You just had no idea what to say. He was right.

"Just sleep, y/n. We'll talk, I promise. Just…just sleep with me. Stay with me."

Without a word, you nestled into him. And it wasn’t long before you found yourself drifting into a deep, much-needed sleep.

—

It was late in the day when your eyes opened for a second time. Only this time you woke alone.

You didn’t really relish the idea of being alone with your thoughts when your emotions had been so up and down but you also weren’t ready to face the four of them. You were already anticipating the teasing. Still, it was a relief knowing it was finally Jake’s day. You just needed a moment to reinstate the confidence you had gone into yesterday with.

To your surprise, though, there was a gentle tap on the bedroom door just before Jake entered, seemingly sensing that you had woken up.

"Thought I'd let you sleep," he said, sitting down on the side of the bed where you pulled yourself into an upright position and gave him an appreciative smile.

"Thank you, I needed it."

"Sam and Josh went on a hike. They won’t be back for a while. Do you think you have one more day in you?"

There was nothing you wanted more than one more day, your Jake day.

"For you? Always," you smiled. And he smiled back.

"I'll let you change."

For the third time that week, you found yourself slipping into lingerie, this time a set that wouldn’t get you reprimanded but rather rewarded. Well, technically the last set got you rewarded too. But this one was for Jake and if he had any ill feelings about you wearing his favorite set for Danny, this was sure to make him forget all about it.

It was a lacy black set with cups cut low, hardly hiding anything, especially given the openness of the lace. And the panties matched, tying high up your torso and wrapping around your stomach multiple times. But the part you figured he would like best was the pearl beads strung delicately along the crotch. When you had seen it hanging up in the store several days earlier, you knew it was the one to make Jake forgive you for wearing the other for Danny.

You threw on your ‘I’m a Jake girl’ t-shirt, deciding to neglect bottoms altogether. They’d come off soon enough anyway and the t-shirt fell low enough to hide what you were wearing beneath.

You sighed to yourself in the mirror and finally turned to join Jake, butterflies filling your stomach when you caught sight of him.

He smiled at your choice of shirts.

"I should have had you parading around like this all week," Jake smiled, a dark, aroused look already visible in his eyes.

"Yeah you should have. Would have put those boys in their place."

He stood to meet you, not an ounce of hesitation when he crashed his lips against yours. But there wasn't a heated desperation there; it was passionate, like he wanted to taste you and savor you and considering the fact that he had been waiting for over a week to touch you, the passion and slowness was unexpected.

With his hands at your hips he walked you backwards, never breaking the kiss, until your back hit the wall behind you, a gentle moan escaping from your mouth still pressed firmly against Jake's. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so desperately and as your hands tangled in his hair to pull him even closer, you hummed happily against his lips.

"Am I finally getting a piece of you?" you broke the kiss for only a moment to ask.

In a breathless moment, he pulled back to answer, "Yes, you are."

With that, your lips found his again as you pushed him backwards until his thighs hit the bed and he was forced to sit on the mattress. And as he sat, you climbed into his lap, straddling him and tugging his hair even harder to angle his head back further for you, allowing you to easily push your tongue past his lips.

He groaned, a deep, needy sound as he used all of his self control to pull away.

"But I wanted to run something else by you first," he said, a phrase that you were now getting a bit too familiar with.

"Ever the idea man," you gave a breathy laugh, trying to catch your breath.

He took your chin in his hand and pulled your face down to look at him. There was a serious look in his eyes, not the same sultry one he had had just moments ago.

"You have me, all time. You know that? I am fully yours." He said it softly, with intent, and it made your heart flip in your chest.

"I know, Jakey," you answered, perhaps a bit more breathlessly than you had earlier, the air having been wiped from your lungs by the sincerity of his words.

But then, all at once, there was a smirk dancing at his lips, a hint of something else entirely.

"Do you want to try something a little different tonight?"

Was this another indecent proposal?

"Different how?"

His thumb swiped over your bottom lip for a moment, pressing delicately into the plump skin as he licked his lips, before he finally answered.

"I asked Danny to stay behind."

Oh. When he had said that Josh and Sam had gone on a hike, it hadn't even donned on you that he hadn't mentioned Danny. You kind of just assumed he wasn't there either. But now, as the realization of what he was saying hit, you found yourself excited in a very different way.

"But his day was yesterday," you stated, trying to make sure you fully understood what Jake was saying to you.

He chuckled. "Something tells me he won't mind getting another turn."

Was this really happening? Was he really offering you what you thought he was? Better yet, was this the agreement that Sam had alluded to in the hot tub?

"I know he makes you happy. I heard how happy he makes you," he continued but you stopped him before he could say anything else.

"Not as happy as you make me, Jake. You make me so unbelievably happy." Sure, Danny made you happy, too. But you didn't want it to be lost on Jake that you had been choosing him for the last year.

He nodded and pushed forward. "Imagine how happy we could both make you, at the same time."

The words sent tingles shooting through your body, excitement bubbling up like fizz and rising to your head, practically making you dizzy at the thought. It made your mouth water, just thinking about it, just hearing him talk about it.

But your conversation with Sam from earlier in the week rested at the back of your mind, taking to the forefront as you contemplated things.

"I don't want you to do this because you feel like I need Danny in order to be satisfied," you said, using some of Sam's own words.

Jake took a deep breath, the wheels in his head clearly turning. And he started slowly. "Remember when I said I'm aware of the fact that they each give you something I can't?"

You nodded. It wasn't something you'd soon forget.

He nodded with you as he continued. "I think Danny and I both satisfy you in different ways."

"Is that what you two talked about when he convinced you?" you asked, and upon the look of surprise mixed with confusion on his face, you clarified, "Sam told me."

His brows furrowed a bit.

"It wasn't so much him convincing me. Sam had brought it up and Danny had concerns…" he paused, a bit of hesitation resting in his mannerisms, likely due to the fact that he was about to spill Danny's secret. "It was more like him admitting that he enjoyed it a bit too much the first time around. That it was less complicated when we weren't dating."

It made sense, especially given the distance Danny had put between you over the last year.

"But Sam said you came to an agreement," you continued, and it earned a laugh from Jake.

"Boy he just tells you everything, huh?"

You laughed lightly. Sam had a big mouth and a soft spot for you; it was a combination that usually worked in your favor.

"Yeah, we came to an agreement," Jake continued. "I told him it made me insanely jealous that you didn't pick me and that I've been insanely jealous ever since feeling like some part of me thought that he was better for you. That he could make you happier."

There was that guilt again. Of course, it wasn't true. No part of you thought Danny could make you happier than Jake could. But you had planted that doubt in his mind and as you took his face in your hands, ready to assure him that that wasn't the truth, your gaze softened with concern, with hurt. He didn't give you a chance to speak though.

"But he said you wouldn't be happier with him. It would just be different. And then I think we both realized that we both have different things to offer you, so…" he trailed off, leaving room for you to connect the dots.

"Ah yes, a threesome. The simple answer to every problem," you smiled.

He laughed a hearty laugh but shook his head. "It goes a bit deeper than that."

His head tilted back then as he looked up at you, still perched on his lap and listening to his every word very intently. It made him smile.

"Like I said: you have me. Fully. And I'm not planning on going anywhere." He paused for only a brief moment before he said it. "But you could have him too, if you wanted."

Now you were really confused. There was more to this?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we didn't exactly work out any specifics because obviously that's not a conversation we can have for you. But for now, that means both of us at the same time. In the future, well, it could be something more."

It was a lot to take in and you still weren't fully sure what he was saying to you, but it was an interesting idea nonetheless. Still, it wasn't a decision you could make so easily.

So you tried to offer him something other than silence on your part. "That's a lot to think about."

He nodded. "I know. You don't have to answer right now. The only thing on the table at the moment is what you want to do right now."

"Right now?" you asked, a bit hesitant as your thoughts sped around at a million miles an hour.

"Yeah. What do you want right now?"

You thought about Jake first, about how it had felt not long ago when he had pushed you against the wall, his lips deliberate against yours and filling you with an innate desire for him. And then you thought about Danny, the way his hands had roamed over your body, the way he had touched you and looked at you like you were the only other person that existed. Two separate desires, each giving you exactly what you wanted. And as you thought about the way they each touched you on their own and began to consider the way they might touch you together, heat grew between your legs and the pieces began falling together. In that moment, you needed them both.

"Right now I want you and Danny to ruin me together."

He had been watching you intently, softly, studying your face as you swam through a sea of your thoughts. But as you said it, a smile grew on his face and excitement splashed in his eyes.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," he whispered, and the words practically dripped off his tongue like honey. "Let's not keep Danny waiting."

—

Jake disappeared for a brief moment, giving you time to stand and get anxious, until he entered again, followed closely by Danny. You were still wearing your Jake t-shirt and it brought a smile to Danny's face as he stood in the doorway.

"Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" he asked for good measure.

You nodded, nerves now tearing at your throat. "I'm sure," you said meekly.

Danny moved to sit on the end of the magnificent bed as Jake pulled you by the wrist into him and into a searing kiss, standing before Danny like you were putting on a show.

One of Jake's hands reached down to grope your ass before he pulled at the hem of your baggy shirt, raising it up and over your head and leaving you on full display for both boys. And the groan from each of them as they laid their eyes on you was something you'd be filing away for whenever you found yourself alone and in need.

"Fuck, baby," Jake whispered, taking in the sight of you.

You felt almost shy under their gazes as you fidgeted on your feet. "Well, it was supposed to be for just you but I guess you'll have to share with Danny," you explained, staring down at your toes as you finished.

He lifted your chin with a hand, bringing your eyes up to meet his. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He said it like it was meant only for you and you felt your cheeks get hot as your breathing picked up.

He was quick to find his dominance again though.

"We're gonna be a little rough with you; is that okay, baby?" Jake asked and his words went straight to your core. No doubt you were already soaking around the beads placed delicately over your cunt.

"Yes," you said, your voice hardly carrying itself.

"Do you think you can make Danny feel welcome?"

There was a light groan from Danny somewhere behind you and you nodded again, just as feebly as the first time. If ever there was a time to find your courage, it was then. You did want to make Danny feel welcome.

As you turned your attention to Danny, Jake sat on the wooden bench across from the bed and Danny stood to his feet, stripping himself of his shirt and quickly placing his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss. He tasted different than Jake, and his hands held you differently too.

He pulled away, keeping you in place with a strong grip still on the back of your neck as your lips searched for his involuntarily.

"Why don't you show Jake just how much you love my cock," he said.

Fuck.

You turned your gaze toward Jake, searching for permission to do the filthy act that Danny had just demanded of you, half expecting Jake to get possessive and shut the whole thing down. But he didn't. In fact, he nodded.

"Do what he says, y/n."

If you hadn't been wet before, you certainly were now.

You sank to your knees in front of Danny and began pulling his gray sweats down, sweatpants which showcased his erection so nicely pressed against his thigh. He must have worn them on purpose. You worked his tight boxer briefs down too, finally freeing his hard length and wasting no time taking him in your hand. He was thick and warm and you had never tasted him but you were eager to. So you gave him a few pumps before you licked up his shaft, from the base all the way to the head, making sure Jake had a good view. It seemed you had found your courage.

Danny's head fell back as your tongue swirled around the tip, already leaking with excitement. And you could have sworn you heard a moan from Jake too as he watched you take Danny's full length in your mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of your throat in one languid movement before dragging your lips back to his head to apply some suction as your hands spread your spit up and down his shaft.

You repeated your motion again, taking him to the back of your throat and licking the underside of his length as you withdrew, beginning to work up a rhythm that soon had Danny's hands tangling in your hair and curses falling from his lips.

And you hadn't even realized that your own hips were searching for relief, trying to grind your core against the string of pearls, when Jake called out from his seat as audience member, or rather ringmaster, "Touch yourself, baby."

Your hand flew immediately between your legs as your fingers slipped past the beads and collected the wetness pooling at your entrance, massaging your clit the way you knew would get you somewhere, making you moan on Danny's cock still in your mouth, a sensation that sent vibrations through him and elicited one of the filthier sounds you had ever heard the drummer make.

"Don't be shy, Danny. Take what you want. She can handle it," Jake encouraged, now touching himself gently through his jeans.

His words of encouragement spurred Danny on and as you continued your circles with slick fingers on yourself, Danny fixed his grip with both hands in your hair and began fucking into your throat, thrusting his hips while simultaneously pushing and pulling your face in the rhythm of his choosing. And you could hardly breathe but there was no part of you that cared as you allowed your throat to flex around him, tears now forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck," he spat from above you, and you knew he was close; you could feel it in the way his cock twitched in your mouth and the way his hips thrusted slower but harder. And fuck if you weren't reveling in it, being used as a warm wet place for Danny's cock, all while Jake encouraged him. It was enough to bring you to the edge right along with Danny.

You should have known it wouldn't be quite that easy.

"She's about to come," Danny groaned from above you and Jake's words came soon after.

"Stop."

How did he even know? It didn't really matter, you were frustrated either way as you begrudgingly removed your hand from your center with a sound of annoyance to punctuate it. And Danny reluctantly pulled himself from your mouth to reprimand you.

"What a little brat you are," he said, pulling you up to your feet. "I think we should take this off, don't you?" He was addressing Jake, you knew, as he pulled at the straps of your bra.

"I agree," Jake added, still in his place.

You moved to remove it as Danny stooped to his knees to help you out of your panties, attaching his mouth to your cunt as he pulled them down with no warning, moving you back to sit at the edge of the bed with one leg draped over Danny's strong shoulders. You had to reach for the column of the bedframe nearest to you to steady yourself and keep your composure.

Your eyes found Jake's, directly across from you and watching your every facial expression as Danny ate you out.

"Fuck," he said quietly, moving to pull his erection out of his jeans to stroke himself as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

"I want you to tell me when you're gonna come, baby," he demanded, his voice almost betraying him but keeping control of himself as he watched on. "Tell me when Danny is about to make you come, do you understand me?"

The only thing you could do was nod as Danny's fingers pressed into you and the precipice that you had been nearing at your own fingers was quickly approaching again.

"Good. Say his name," he urged.

There was a groan from Danny as he was eating you out but you couldn't form the words, the only sounds escaping you pathetic whines of pleasure and desperation.

"Say his name, y/n," Jake repeated, his hand still pumping lazily on his cock.

You wanted to say Danny's name, hell you wanted to scream it, but it was far too enjoyable to watch Jake reprimand you, to hear the sternness in his voice while he demanded you give him what he wanted.

So again you were silent, still staring him directly in the eyes.

He let out a mean chuckle, exasperated by the view in front of him and your stubbornness. He was enjoying your defiance and you could tell.

"Don't be a brat," he reprimanded. "Say it." His voice was authoritative, more than you had ever heard it before, and as Danny's fingers curled inside of you and brushed your g-spot as his mouth expertly sucked your clit, you finally gave in.

"Fuck, Danny!" you cried, tipping closer and closer, unsure if you'd be able to stop if Jake told you not to come.

"Are you close?" he asked, smugness surrounding him.

He knew you were.

"God yes, yes I'm close, he's gonna make me come," you sobbed, writhing against Danny's face as your orgasm reached out to grab you.

"Danny, stop."

He did as he was told and the feeling immediately fell away, leaving you feeling empty, and you gasped your frustration.

“Fuck! No, Jake,” you said his name like it was a warning, giving him far too much delight. It was exactly the reaction he had been looking for.

“Maybe if you were a better listener you would get what you want,” he mused.

“Okay, okay, I’ll listen,” you pleaded. Anything to get some relief.

“Danny,” Jake said again and Danny once again began the movements with his tongue against your clit as his fingers resumed their motions, pumping in and out of you.

It didn't take long that time as you focused on Jake's fist wrapped tightly around his now-throbbing dick, watching you intently and waiting for the words you were about to speak.

"Jake, I'm gonna come," you breathed, desperation filling your lungs as your eyes willed him to let Danny keep going.

But he didn't. He stopped him yet again.

It was clear on his face that he didn't want to either. He didn't want to tear his eyes away from your pleasure. And he wanted you to come while you looked directly at him, your eyes unable to look away. Clearly he had more self control than you did.

"Please, Jakey," you begged, you pleaded. You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last.

Jake stood from the bench for the first time since Danny had begun touching you and as Danny stood from his own place and crossed to one side of the bed, Jake took your face in his hands ever so delicately, as if he were about to take pity on you. Only he wasn't.

"What's the matter, baby? You've gotten to come all week."

God he was pulling out all sorts of unfairness.

"What was it that I called you last night?" Danny asked, grabbing your ankle and maneuvering you so your thighs rested on his hips at the edge of the bed the way they had the night before. And you found yourself suddenly staring up at Danny instead of Jake.

"Answer him," Jake urged as he climbed onto the bed and began stroking himself again.

If it had been possible, you could have melted into a puddle right before their eyes with arousal.

"'Greedy little thing'," you practically whispered.

With no warning, Danny shoved his cock into you and your mouth fell open at the suddenness of the blinding pleasure you now felt.

"What was that?" Danny asked, a little too pleased with himself at the gasp that had escaped your mouth and the moans that now were as he set a brutal pace.

"Y-you called me a greedy-fuck-a greedy little thing," you choked out, hardly able to speak as Danny's cock stretched you out for the second time that week.

Leaning over you, Danny took your face harshly in his hand and jerked it to the side so you were looking at Jake.

"Tell him, not me. Tell him how greedy you are," he demanded.

It would have made your eyes roll back if you were able to look away from Jake.

"So greedy, I fucking love it when you both touch me. I need it."

Jake was clearly losing his self control, his cock visibly leaking with arousal.

"Can you feel when she's about to come?" he asked Danny, never looking away from you.

"I can," Danny grunted.

"Good," he replied before stuffing his cock into your mouth, the first he had been touched all week. No, longer.

Jake fucked your face as Danny fucked your tight pussy and the feeling of being absolutely used was enough to bring you there, quicker than any other impending orgasm of the night.

"Fuck, she's gonna come." Danny used all of his strength to pull out of you before you could crash over the edge and Jake withdrew himself from your mouth with a hiss.

"Switch with me," he said. And there was a promise in his eyes as you gasped for air that he was going to make you come this time. He was. Not Danny.

Jake took Danny's place at the edge of the bed, helping you turn onto all fours as Danny got onto the bed and positioned himself in front of your face.

"I heard a rumor that Danny made you squirt last night, is that true?" You could feel Jake already teasing at your entrance and you could hardly focus on his words, grinding your hips back into him.

"You want to answer him, sweetheart?" Danny asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

Jake eased into you then, earning a hiss from both of you.

"Yes, fuck, he did." Your voice shook, practically fucked out already despite the fact that you had yet to come.

"Well then you're going to have to play fair and squirt for me too," Jake said and as he bottomed out, Danny used his thumb on your chin to open your mouth and ease himself in.

It was breathtaking, being filled by both of them at the same time. You were not going to last long.

Jake started an easy pace behind you which didn't last long, quickly turning into something much faster and much more desperate as he gripped your hips tightly, as if you would drift away if he removed his hands. In front of you, Danny once again fucked into your mouth, using you to chase his own pleasure in a way that you hadn't quite seen with him alone. And fuck, it was something you didn't even know you needed.

You tasted yourself on him, and maybe even a mix of them both in your mouth, and you couldn't stop the moan that vibrated through you and subsequently sent Danny crashing through his orgasm as he came in the back of your throat with a filthy moan. Even Jake seemed like he was close to the edge as you swallowed Danny's warm release.

As soon as he removed himself from your mouth, you collapsed into the mattress as Jake continued pounding into you, no longer having the energy to hold yourself up.

"Hold her head up," Jake grunted from behind you, his hips merciless in his endeavor to make you squirt before he came undone.

With a grip in your hair, Danny held your head back, looking at you with lust and maybe even a bit of sympathy in his eyes.

"Are you going to come for him, sweetheart?" he asked.

You couldn't even form words any longer, as Jake's cock pressed into you and brutalized the spot within you that he knew would get you there, all while his fingers slipped between your legs to rub furious circles over the place Danny had his mouth not long ago.

There were tears in your eyes again at the sheer bliss and as your eyes began to roll back while you lost all of your function, Danny jerked your hair ever so slightly.

"Keep your eyes on me or I'll tell him to stop."

It took everything in you to make the sounds come out of your mouth.

"No, please." They were hardly even words; more like sobs that Danny knew how to interpret. But you kept your eyes fixed on him the way you had been told, not keen on the idea of losing another orgasm.

"Please what?" he insisted.

God, they were pushing you to the edge.

"Please let me come, please, please. Don't let him stop, I'm-"

It began taking over you before you could even finish, the first waves of pleasure rolling through you and blinding you with white hot bliss as your soul left your body.

Tears prickled down your face, and suddenly it snapped inside you and you felt the earth-shattering orgasm take firm hold of you, one that caught the breath in your lungs preventing any other sounds from escaping you as warmth flowed down your thighs, ruining a second set of sheets. It overtook you completely.

"Fuck, you are so pretty when you do that," Danny mused, his face now admiring you the way it had the night before and a year prior.

Jake moaned something unintelligible as he spilled inside of you, adding to the wetness cascading down the backs of your legs.

As soon as he withdrew, you melted fully into the mattress, Danny's hands helping catch you and easing you down as he brushed hair off your forehead and out of your eyes. You were beyond exhausted and the shakiness in your legs and in your breath told the whole story.

"Are you okay, baby?" Jake asked as he cleaned you off and Danny rubbed your head.

"Oh my god, yes," you huffed out in tired breath, earning a chuckle from both boys.

Through your exhaustion you heard Jake say something to Danny about lifting you so he could change the sheets, and soon you found yourself hovering in the air in Danny's arms and then being placed back down onto dry bedding.

You were more tired than you could verbalize; your body was exhausted from the last four days, yes, but more than that, your mind was tired. The emotional rollercoaster you had been on had really done you in. So wordlessly you curled up under the covers, content to let sleep take you.

Danny and Jake both slipped under the blankets on either side of you, Jake with his arm around your waist, wrapped around you like he was protecting you, Danny on the other side, letting you rest a hand on his bare chest.

And as you slipped in and out of lucidness, the way you had on the couch the night prior, you heard quiet voices around you, working in hushed tones so as not to fully wake you.

"I talked to her earlier, about this." It was Jake's voice first.

"Did she say anything?" Danny asked lightly.

"Not really. But give her time, she'll have an answer."

It was the last thing you heard before you floated away.

Day Five: The Verdict

Danny had slipped out of yours and Jake's room early in the morning so as not to generate any suspicion and as you and Jake prepared yourselves for the day, there was no awkwardness there. It felt almost like a weight had been lifted off your chest, like you were no longer guilty over any of the feelings you had. It made the whole thing easier when you found yourself standing around the island with the rest of the boys as they eagerly awaited your verdict.

"I have categories this time," you began. They each gave you something different so it was only fair that you judged accordingly.

"Ooh, categories?" Danny mused.

He seemed lighter, too, no longer treading so lightly, worried about how it would look if he was just as invested as the rest of the boys. It was a welcomed change given how distant he had been leading up to that week.

"Yeah because it's getting hard to judge on the whole." You explained your reasoning and each boy nodded in agreement and understanding.

"Okay what are these categories?" Josh asked, ready to get to it.

"Best with their mouth, best with their hands, best with their dick, and best overall."

"This is becoming very scientific; I like it." Sam was nodding his head in approval, likely getting ready to make a quippy remark, but you continued down your path.

And you wasted no time giving the first category. "Okay, best with their mouth goes to Josh.”

Josh gave a dramatic fist bump to the air while Sam immediately piped up. "That's not fair because I didn't even go down on you.”

It earned a huff of a laugh from Jake who added, "Well that's telling," much to Sam’s disapproval.

"We were in a hot tub," Sam tried to defend himself, garnering another comment from his brother who simply said, “gross,” before he took a long swig of the drink in his hand.

"No details, please," you emphasized the reminder before continuing on. They would fight about each of the categories, surely. There was no reason to linger. "Moving on to best with their hands. That one goes to Jake."

Technically he hadn’t used his fingers on you during this little challenge but Sam and Josh didn’t know that and Danny certainly was in no position to call that into question, so the category went over fairly well other than some vague grumbling.

"And then best with their dick-"

"I'll try not to pretend this is the only one I care about," Sam quipped, cutting you off. You decided to just ignore the comment.

"It's a tie."

There was immediate dissent as Sam spouted, "There can't be ties," and Josh mumbled to himself about how that wasn’t fair because how would they actually know, then, who was the best, all while Jake and Danny wore knowing smiles not so subtly.

"Well sorry but it is," you shrugged.

"Lemme guess, Daniel and Jake,” Sam continued. “That's only because they tag teamed you."

His words stunned you, and Josh alike, as you stood there with your mouth open, unable to speak.

"What?!" Josh was baffled and a deep red tint had warmed its way into Danny’s cheeks, although Jake just shrugged it off.

"No details, Sam!" you reiterated again, a bit more pointedly at the boy who could never seem to keep his mouth shut. You couldn’t deny the heat in your own face, not exactly embarrassed but not exactly proud either.

"This whole thing is fucked! I knew you two had something up your sleeve. If you can't beat em, join em, right Jakey?"

"Sam, shut the fuck up," his brother warned him.

"So wait, is threesome with Danny a category?" Josh asked in a tone that suggested he might have been genuinely asking, causing you to bury your face in your hands.

"We all have ears, I don't know how you thought we wouldn't find out," Sam continued.

Danny somewhat hesitantly chimed in. "Well apparently Josh doesn't."

"I tune you all out, constantly," Josh shrugged.

Sam was still shaking his head, still going on in the background. "So many broken rules."

Josh just talked over him. "At this point, it takes more effort to hear you than to not.”

Sam was also still talking, over Josh now. These things usually devolved into a mess. You weren’t sure why you were surprised.

"I do not accept this verdict."

"Now wait, there's still a best overall category," Josh continued and you finally popped your head back up and out of your hands, trying to face them all. Although you admittedly were struggling to look them all in the eyes.

"Yes there is, and that one goes to…" you paused, giving them time to sit in their anticipation. It was like a cooking competition that you might watch on tv, where they’d draw out announcing the winner. And the boys seemed just as hooked then as they were when you corralled them long enough to watch The Great British Bake Off. Probably because they had more of a personal stake in this. It was fairly amusing. Though it would have been far more amusing if you weren’t so red in the face.

“Jake,” you said finally.

"Unbelievable," Sam breathed.

"He won two of the other three categories, it just makes sense. Like, mathematically."

Jake had a smile plastered on his face, one that he wore quite well. He looked proud, he looked unbelievably happy, but more than anything else, he looked like he was preparing to never let anyone forget it.

"Yeah and relationally, too," Sam mumbled back.

Jake donned his Oliver Reed accent to accept his non-existent award. And also to shame Sammy. "Maybe you should go down on your dates, you idiot."

And then Sam found his favorite words. "I want a rematch."

You held your hands over your cheeks, feeling the heat and looking at Sam with something that must have read as a mix of concern and something else that could be read as a ‘yikes’ because Danny laughed. "I don't know that we can really do this again…"

"How does it feel to be the only one that didn't win a category, you little twat?" Oliver Reed continued his taunting across the kitchen.

"It's not that you weren't good, Sammy," you offered, starting to feel a bit bad for the relentless teasing you realized he’d be getting for the foreseeable future. Not that he was having any of it.

"Yeah, yeah, don't patronize me. We're just going to have to make this a yearly tradition until I win."

"It's gonna take me that long to recover," you laughed nervously, earning laughs from everyone but Sam.

There were still some conversations to be had as a result of the whole Jake and Danny situation but it felt successful. Well, other than Sammy’s protests. And as the teasing devolved into flat-out fighting amongst Jake and Sam, all while Josh and Danny instigated with amusement, you couldn’t help but smile. It was a weird arrangement you had with them but you knew deep down it never really changed anything. You loved each one of them deeply. Maybe in different ways, but just as fiercely.

So as you took a swig of your drink and watched on, you couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief.

Epilogue

You had been home for a week, sitting with the conversation you and Jake had had in the cabin while trying to quietly go about your life. In all that time, Jake never said a word, although it was likely the only thing on his mind, the way it was yours. You hadn’t heard from Danny since either; undoubtedly he was keeping his distance until he got word from Jake, word that you really needed to give Jake. He was being patient but it was time to give him your answer.

You wanted Danny, there was no denying it any longer. But you wanted Jake too. That was the extent to which you were sure so that was what you had been preparing for a week to tell him.

So on a night like any other when he returned home from the studio fairly late and slipped into bed next to you, you finally faced the proposal on the table.

"You were right. Danny does make me happy. In a different way than you make me happy."

You hadn’t ever said it out loud but it felt like a weight off your chest.

"I know," he said back, with a soft smile.

There was silence for a moment as he lost himself in his own thoughts, before he finally spoke again.

"You know, if you told me you wanted him and only him, I would understand. It would crush me but I would understand and I wouldn't stop you. I just want you to be happy."

You reached for him, to hold his face to drive home your words as you spoke them.

"I need you in my life, Jake. I love you and I don't want you to go anywhere," you promised.

He breathed out a sigh that he must have been holding in as nothing short of relief washed across his face and his smile widened.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that," he chuckled, pulling you into him and resting his forehead against yours.

You stayed that way for a while, breathing each other in in the dim lights of his bedroom that you found yourself in more often than not. How could you ever give this up? How could you ever give him up?

After a long silence he spoke again, not letting his forehead move far from yours, just far enough so that he could meet your gaze. "How do you want this to work?"

"I’m not really sure," you admitted. “But we should probably talk to Danny, figure this all out."

He nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we should talk to Danny.”

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