#my second ot3

[re1k0l4d3b1l3]

my second fav ot3

[artilite]

many many isabeaus... and some sloopis's of course :^) !!!!

i like consolidating my doodles so that's probably what i'm going to do for the most part from now on (^^ゞ!

[yutaan]

Found some old Chihayafuru doodles from back when I was watching Season 1! Get hugged, Taichi

[purrvaire]

black sails + tumblr text posts I have on my phone (pt.3/?)

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[leverage-ot3]

you ever just think about how the leverage writers gave us a (basically) canon polyamorous relationship confirmation in the long goodbye job?

like, they didn’t have to go that hard

but they did

parker, hardison and eliot are seen as a unit, working together in sync. there are callbacks to the pilot episode multiple times that are centered around their interactions.

and then there’s the “death” scene: aka, the scene that proves just how ride or die they are for each other. they die in each other’s arms. they die holding hands. what’s even more- the two in a canon established relationship are not the ones holding hands. no- instead, it is eliot who is in the middle. eliot, their hitter, their protector, their best friend. he was the one that was in the middle, holding hands with hardison and then parker. he is the one that reaches out and grabs hardison’s hand, reassuring him one last time and referencing an inside joke. parker then makes a point to move and grab eliot’s hand in her own- her literal last act before dying. you CANNOT tell me that is anything but pure, unadulterated love. they lived together. they breathed together. they died together.

AND THEN, as if that wasn’t enough, we had this scene in the final minutes of the show:

sophie: promise me, (looks at parker and hardison) you'll keep them safe.

eliot: till my dying day.

let's take a minute to acknowledge that literally a minute after nate proposes to sophie eliot says THIS??? something reminiscent of marriage vows about parker and hardison? he will protect them until his dying day and not a second before.

and then we have this:

nate: you know, eliot, I'd say call if you need anything, but you never... never need anything.

eliot: yeah, I did. (looks at parker and hardison) and thanks to you, I don't have to search anymore.

parker never had a family, not really, but it's been established that she knows she's not alone, that she has people that care about her, that she is loved (the white rabbit job). hardison had his nana and his family, but we saw at the beginning of the show he was eager to slide into this new found family of his. he cares deeply, loves deeply. and now, at the end of eliot's arc, he admits that all that time, he was missing something. he looks at parker and hardison and states with conviction that he doesn't have to search anymore.

they all have what they were missing at the beginning of the show- each other.

[independent-fics]

The Leverage OT3 in Every Episode

Leverage: 01x02 The Homecoming Job

[takaraphoenix]

Laying on my floor with my hands folded over my stomach staring up at the ceiling listening to Little Wolf from Epic: The Musical overwhelmed with Luktavercy energy.

Percy has such little wolf energy, but the particular of using that term had me immediately go Roman and damn if Octavian doesn't have the taunting angle of this song covered, but not the fighting angle and the song, on the fight part, gives me such Luke-Percy PJO-saga enemies stage energy and now I'm just rotating some scenario where Percy faces off against Luke and Octavian, as a united front.

[1980ssunflower]

🏡💙So Good to See You!💛☔

[heytheredeann]

All combinations work tbh

[leariefandoms]

Sneak peek of my upcoming fic that I am currently writing.

Btw this is a wind breaker fic.

This is like a bit of the ending but not the whole one at the same time.

[agirlinthegalaxy]

It's been rolling around in my brain the last few days for some reason, but I still hate the family backstory reveals for Sophie and Eliot. I've seen some of the meta for it, but quite frankly, it still makes no sense. If it had been something actually thought of and intentional in the original, I think it could have been so fascinating. I mean, Sophie's willing abandonment of Astrid to contrast with Nate's loss of Sam or Eliot's adoption in contrast with Hardison's and Parker's? Could have been excellent! But they came out of nowhere in Redemption and don't work with these characters.

Sophie was still actively using the fucking alias that she met Astrid under! She met with someone from her past on the show! Like. Quite frankly, that one is unequivocally bullshit that they made up and threw in and pretended could fit with the established canon. (And I'm sorry, but the idea of Sophie abandoning Astrid and never telling Nate about her just... So much of Nate's trauma was rooted in the loss of Sam, and I think that introducing this element after he's gone and unable to respond to it taints Sophie and Nate's relationship in a way bc I'm not exactly sure how Nate would've responded to learning about this but I think that it's something he'd have needed to know. I don't know how to fully express my thoughts on that but yeah.)

As for Eliot, I don't like the adoption aspect literally at all. The way that he would interact with his family and the memory of his family would be different, and I think that it's flat out ridiculous to think that he'd have never mentioned it to the team in the original show, especially when dealing with the kid cases. (I also dislike the biracial adoption as its own element because if Eliot was actually raised by Black parents in the... idk what 80s/90s? That just. doesn't feel congruent with how they write Eliot interacting with PoC, not necessarily in a bad way, but babe, he's written like a white southern man raised in a specific kind of culture that does not jell with that. It also makes Eliot look... really bad that he was apparently raised with the knowledge of how fucked up the military was and his parents' history and made the choices that he did.) Like the show may not have explicitly stated it but the implication of that relationship was vastly fucking different throughout the original show.

Just. These were not backstories that were congruent with their depiction and characters in the original show, and they're also just moves that I don't particularly like or find interesting directions for those characters. There's also something to be said about how it was apparently unacceptable for a woman to not have kids or someone not reconciling with their biological family when that was something that the original show handled a lot better. Out of all the directions to take Sophie and Eliot's stories, that's just not really one that I think was a good idea.

[obisamya]

i’m a careful driver (i'm a reckless driver)

[malkaleh]

I feel like Nat @emilykaldwen you should know that I’m pretty sure a version of Abby and Aegon just showed up in my Tudors OT3 verse because you talk about them so compellingly and I swear I did not intend this! I don’t watch/read GOT/ASOIAF/HOTD etc it’s just FRIEND TALKING ABOUT OC compells me.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Ive got this image of Roy kissing Jamie on the head and idk if my brain wants it to be shippy or big brother, little brother kinds way, but in whatever case I Need That

Hey, nonny, do you have spyware installed in my brain? I’ve literally been thinking about this exact scenario for the past few days, trying to hash out what it might look like and what precedes it and what sort of kiss it is.

I have severaly vague ideas that are none of them fully realized and all of them more fluffy wish-fulfillment than anything else. Thought I might get around to ficcing one of them properly one day, but that’s unlikely to ever happen, so have three roughly sketched snapshots of head kisses from my fevered imagination: 

I. Hurt/Comfort

Eventually there comes a day when Jamie snaps and channels the Jamie of yore and just goes for everbody’s throats with bared teeeth. Roy misses the dust-up but arrives for the aftermath with the entire team and Ted looking a little shell-shocked.

“What the fuck happened here?” Roy demands. Ted explains, and hastens to add that clearly something must be wrong for Jamie to behave like that and could Roy please go check on him?

Roy finds Jamie in the storage room and the moment he enters Jamie whirls on him, terrible smirk plastered over his face. 

“Oh, what a fucking surprise, Timid Ted sent Roy Kent to do his shouting for him, that’s a real—“ 

Roy ignores the drawling venom (and ignores the way it makes his stomach drop and twist with the memories of oh so many other confrontations between the two of them, back when they truly did loathe one another). He stops in the middle of the room and fixes Jamie with a carefully neutral look. 

“Jamie,” he asks, very calmly, “do you need a fucking hug?” 

For a moment, nothing. Then Jamie laughs, and it’s an ugly thing filled with scorn and jagged edges. “Oh, you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you, big man Roy Kent, riding in on your white horse, going to— ”

And still Roy doesn’t raise to the bait. He takes a step closer. No aggression to the move, just determination: the unmoveable object to Jamie’s irresistable force. “No. Jamie, do you need a fucking hug?” 

So close, he’s standing. So steady, his voice. In the face of that resolute peace Jamie’s rage can’t help but dwindle and wither. He closes his eyes. Jerks his head once for yes. 

And Roy wraps his arms around him and holds him, and holds him, and holds him until the tension starts to bleed out of Jamie’s body and he rests his head on Roy’s shoulder. They stay like that for a little longer, but then Roy gently moves his hand to Jamie’s shoulders, pushing him back slightly so that he can look at him. “Feeling better?” 

“Yeah.” And, with a quick glance to Roy’s face, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not really me you need to apologize to.” 

“No, yeah, I know. I will.” 

Roy looks at him for another moment, just looks. Sighs, maybe; eventually gives a little nod.

“Good lad,” he says, briefly pulling Jamie in again to place a kiss on his forehead, before putting a hand on his back to guide him back out into the world. “Don’t fucking let your father make you think any different.”

If Will is huddling in the corner for this one? Your call, gentle reader.

II. Affection

Say that Roy and Keeley are in Jamie’s childhood bedroom because they want to check on him. I’m thinking that Something Has Happened that concerns Jamie – probably something to do with his dad at the next Man City match – but the immediate situation has resolved itself and Roy and Keeley are just getting back together and had this whole fancy dinner planned and Jamie said he was fine so they head out for their big date.

And it’s lovely, really it is, only they’re both preoccupied throughout the meal and eventually one of the just blurts sorry, I’m really excited to be here with you but I can’t stop thinking about Jamie – yeah, me too – we should go check on him – and so they’re off to his mum, and maybe Jamie’s out buying milk and for some reason his mum has Keeley and Roy wait in Jamie’s old bedroom and when Jamie finally does show up he is understandably surprised to see them.

“I though you went on a date,” he says, closing the door behind him.

And they explain that they were, they are, but they were worried about him and just wanted to make sure he’s okay. 

Jamie is okay. Scored two goals against City, and wasn’t nearly as bothered by his dad’s antics as he’d thought he be, he’s just dandy.

Having eventually convinced them of that, he pauses and cocks his head. Does that quizzical little face with his lips pursed. “It’s a bit weird, you two coming to check on me in the middle of your date, innit?”

Keeley shakes her head. “Jamie, it’s not weird. We care about you.”

Jamie raises his eyebrows at this, throwing a teasing look Roy’s way. “Yeah? You care about me, Roy?”

And Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head, scoffing the way only Jamie can make him scoff, because of course Jamie would fucking ask. 

“Come here, you fucking twat,” he says and Jamie grins at that as he crosses the floor because Roy is smiling through the bark, and Roy still has one hand in Keeley’s but his free arm he slings around Jamie’s shoulders to give him a tight hug while pressing a firm kiss to the top of Jamie’s blonde hair. “’Course I fucking care.”

(This one’s not unsimiliar to another [shippy] scenario I sketched recently. I tend to ponder all sorts of minor variations of the same theme, though usually I settle for just one to inflict upon the rest of the world.)

III. And a Shippy One to See Us Off

The boys are celebrating something – not winning a game, I don’t think, because they’re not on the pitch, they’re somewhere off alone. In the locker room after everyone’s left, maybe, or out during an early-mornings training session? Doesn’t really matter. They’re alone.

Jamie’s phone goes off, he picks it up, listens for a bit, nods and yeahs and goes “thanks, man, that’s fucking great” and when he puts his phone away he doesn’t say anything at all at first. Looks a bit dazed, and after a minute of that (well, more like a second, ‘cause Roy Kent is not a patient man) Roy demands to know the fuck’s going on.

“I’ve been called up for England,” Jamie says, and he sounds dazed too, like he can’t quite believe it. Sneaks a glance at Roy, as if checking is this real, is this happening?

For a moment, Roy says nothing. Then he says “fuck”, and then they’re both screaming and jumping up and down and holding each other and somewhere in all that Roy just pulls Jamie close and smacks a kiss on the top of his head.

It’s completely unthinking, but it immediately gives them both pause – and it takes them by surprise how it actually makes them go still. If you’d asked them before, neither would have thought a silly little peck on the head would be anything to take notice off; they’re footballers, yeah? They’re tactile. But still they go, and they glance at each other and both of them find their eyes drawn to the other’s lips.

“Oh,” Roy says. Bless his heart, would you believe he’s just figuring it out? But to be fair, so’s Jamie.

A moment, teethering, each of them holding their breath, waiting to see what happens next.

Roy swallows. Jamie tilts his head to the side and slowly, slowly – giving Roy all the time in the world to punch him or run off or go back to jumping up and down like nothing’s happened – he reaches out to put a hand on Roy’s neck.

Roy doesn’t punch Jamie. Roy doesn’t run off. Roy doesn’t go back to jumping up and down. He leans in, ever so slightly, lips parting.

“Yeah?” Jamie asks, just to be sure.

Roys nods, once, sharply. “Yeah.”

Jamie kisses him.

---

Yeah, nonny, I need that. You need that. Everybody needs that! I mean, Jamie and Roy certainly fucking does.

[bang-bang-gang]

new chapter is up! mox has a Terrible Idea, hangman is behaving in odd and peculiar ways, and swerve may or may not have a piss kink we’re never going to be exploring in this fic.

i don’t care if mox has never seen a black tailed godwit in his life, i’m gonna guess, statistically, neither have you. but they’re bright red and an appropriate simile for blushing because I Say So. bird knowers please don’t doxx my location.

[banannabethchase]

Say You Want Me (Don't Be Nice) - also on AO3

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Matt's gone a little haywire with the experiments and has all but taken over Adam's "lab." Adam's not mean enough, so they bring in someone who can do the job.

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Title from Unholy by Hey Violet. I uh. I don't know how this fic got so long either. It got a bit out of hand, but just be aware that Mox is consensually mean, Matt is horny, and Adam is fuck in love. Rated E for like sixteen reasons.

~

Matt yanks on Adam’s sleeve, which would be cute if it wasn’t the thirtieth time he’d done it in the past few seconds.

“Would you stop that?” Adam mutters. “I’ll talk to Mox. Keep your shit together until the meeting is over at least.”

“It’s not a meeting,” Matt corrects, getting all smarmy. “It’s a talent check in to make sure morale is up and everyone feels safe.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And it’s mandatory.”

“Mental health and community are not voluntary!”

Adam slides his hand under Matt’s shirt and pinches the skin of Matt’s waist.

Matt yelps and looks up at Adam with wide eyes. “Doing that is dangerous.”

“Why?” Adam asks, grinning.

Matt sighs, shuffling a little bit away from Adam. Still in reach, but it would be dangerously obvious. Adam thinks that might be intentional, Matt being his little exhibitionist self. “Because I like it too much,” he mutters.

Adam throws his arm around Matt’s shoulders and kisses the top of his head, grinning. It’s taken him a while to remember that this, all this, truly is his this time. No questions, no jumping between Japan and the US, no disappointment when they’re in different promotions for the week.

“Come here,” Adam says, and he spins Matt so he can lean down and kiss him for real.

Matt sighs, looping his hands around his waist. Somebody wolf whistles.

Adam feels a flick to the back of his head and pulls back. “The fuck?”

“Get off my brother,” Nick grumbles.

Adam opens his mouth, grinning, and Nick flicks him again. “No!” he says. “Stop it!”

“How was flirting with Billy?” Matt asks, tucking his hair behind his ear with a smug smile.

“Eff off,” Nick says with an eye roll, but he’s definitely smiling, just a little bit.

They mill around a little, checking in with everyone. But Adam notes that Matt is intentionally ignoring going over to the BCC.

“Are you embarrassed about that time you got recklessly horny?” Adam mutters into his ear. “That time I made you wait?”

Matt shakes his shoulders. “No.”

“Are you lying?” Adam can’t fight his grin.

Matt doesn’t answer, but he’s smiling a little. “He’s talking to Yuta,” he finally says. “And Yuta…”

“You really just want to bang the entirety of Blackpool Combat Club, don’t you,” Adam sighs.

Matt opens his mouth, then tilts his head. “Would you say no to any of them?”

“We are not talking about me,” Adam says. “Come on. Let’s go say hi.”

Adam has to sling an arm around Matt’s waist to keep him from being all shy about it, but they get over to the BCC’s little clique of sex freaks. The conversation stops immediately.

“What do you want?” Claudio asks, frowning.

“They’re good, Swiss, breathe,” Mox says, patting Claudio on what Adam can only assume are rock hard abs. “What’s up, princess?”

Matt squeaks, the grabs Adam’s hand.

“Jesus,” Adam says with an eye roll.

“We’re getting a snack,” Yuta says, wrapping a hand around Claudio’s and Bryan’s biceps and yanking them in the other direction. “And, like, out of here.”

Matt doesn’t get any more normal with the privacy. Adam’s about to make fun of him about it when Mox speaks.

“What’s the deal?” he asks, a little grin on his face. He nods to Matt. “Your boy’s all twitchy.”

Adam sighs. “Yeah, because he’s nervous.” Adam leans in a little. “He got real into that suggestion from a few weeks back.”

“This is very ‘saw you across the room and liked your look’ or whatever it is,” Mox says, but he runs his thumb along his bottom lip, so Adam thinks they’re in the clear.

Matt nods, then flicks his eyes up to Adam.

“Come on, Mox,” Adam sighs. “You gotta know what we’re here to ask.”

“Are you asking me to fuck your boyfriend?” Mox asks. He glances between Matt and Adam, like he’s waiting for a punchline.”

“Technically, he’s asking you to fuck him,” Adam says, pointing at Matt with his thumb over his shoulder. “He’s just too shy to do it.”

Matt shrugs.

“How can I be sure you’re not trying to get me alone so you could kill me?”

“What?” Adam asks. “Dude. If I’d ever wanted to kill you, it would’a happened in the ring. Do you think I’m gonna shoot you or something?”

Mox shrugs, chomping on his gum. “I dunno, man. You southern boys. Never know when you’re packing.”

Matt snickers.

“That wasn’t a dick joke, Jackson. Keep it in your fuckin’ pants,” Mox snaps. But he’s smiling, and Matt’s pink, and Adam thinks this is going better than he could have planned. “But, sure. I’ll fuck that smile off his face.”

Matt makes a little yelp in the corner.

“What?” Mox asks. “Not what you want?” He turns to Adam, a bit bewildered. “Help me here, Cowboy, I thought he wanted me to fuck him up.”

“I do!” Matt says. “I – I do.” He takes a breath like he’s trying to steady himself. “I, um. I want you to be, like, really mean.”

Mox blinks, then flickers over to Adam.

“Don’t look at me,” Adam says, hands in the air. “I try to be mean but apparently I suck at it.”

“Yeah, because you love me,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.

“You make it sounds like that’s a bad thing,” Adam says, and he’s not able to hide his frown.

“No, it’s good!” Matt assures. “But I want Mox to be mean to me.” He bats his eyelashes toward Mox, turning on all his charm. “You can barely stand me.”

Mox opens his mouth then closes it. “Son of a bitch, you’ve got a point.”

“So, Mox will be mean to me,” Matt says, lighting up. “Like, real mean. Then Adam can step in and be cute and nice.”

“What he’s trying to say is he wants you to fuck him and not let him come,” Adam clarifies.

“I wish I had a moral compass,” Mox says, his smile more of a show of teeth. “Oh, Young Buck.” He flickers a glance over at Adam who nods once. Mox crowds into Matt’s space until he’s pressed up against the wall. Even from a few feet away, Adam can see Matt’s breathing hitch. “I’m gonna wreck you.”

Matt’s exhale is slow and measured as he glances up to Mox’s face. “Okay,” he sighs.

Mox steps back. “We gotta talk more when Fuck Me Barbie over here isn’t pitching a tent in his pants at a work event.”

Adam snorts. “Come on, Mox. You know as well as almost anybody here that that’s not new.”

Mox laughs, and Adam pretends he’s not into it. “Yeah, that’s fair. I ever tell you about the time me and Bryan got caught in the venue gym?”

Adam shakes his head. “No. No, you have not.” He’s about to ask for details when Tony claps his hands and announces they’re all free to go.

“I’ll check in with the two of you,” he chucks Matt under the chin, “later.” He winks at Adam, who rolls his eyes in response.

Once they’re back in the Elite locker room, Matt grabs Adam’s hand and yanks him toward the bathroom.

“I need a dick somewhere in me before I explode,” he says, so serious Adam has to fight from laughing. “Right now.”

“Yeah, I know,” Adam says, undoing his belt. “That one conversation hit, like, sixty percent of your kinks in about three seconds.”

Matt’s not doing a good job of looking or acting normal, as he’s licking his lips while Adam unbuttons his pants.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Matt says, dropping to his knees. He blinks up at Adam. “If that’s okay?”

“Jesus,” Adam says, leaning back against the door so it shuts. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me.”

~

Matt’s energy is off the walls when they get into Starbucks the next Saturday morning. He’s too wired already from excitement, so Adam covertly orders a decaf and shoves it in his hands before he can see the label.

“He’s going to come, right?” Matt asks, brow furrowed as he sucks down the hot coffee. Adam briefly wonders if his entire mouth is burned scar tissue with how fast he chugs. “He’s not going to bail?”

Adam slides into a chair against the wall, something that may have been a booth space prior to a redesign, and pulls out the one next to him. Matt sits, still frowning. “If he does, I’ll take care of you nice and good tonight.” He pulls Matt in and kisses his temple. “Don’t worry, baby.”

Matt wiggles in his seat, pouting like a monster. “Yeah, but you’re not mean.” He slumps, dropping his chin in his hands as he rests his elbows on the table. “I want mean.”

Adam rubs his back, because he really doesn’t know what else to do. “He’ll be here,” he murmurs. “If he stands you up, I’ll kill him. Simple as that.”

They don’t have to worry much longer – in the middle of another giant swig of coffee from Matt, Mox walks in, hips first, and Adam is surprised at how excited he is to see him.

“Mox!” Matt says, waving his arm.

“I can see you, princess,” Mox laughs. “Gimme a sec.” He gets to the counter for his coffee, and Matt is bouncing.

“Yeah, you’re not desperate for it at all,” Adam says with a grin.

“Shut up,” Matt grumbles. “This is your fault.”

“What – how?!”

Before their bickering can really escalate, though, Mox is throwing himself into the chair across from them.

“Hey, douchebags.” He sips his coffee. “So. Talk to me.”

~

They go over everything. Matt talks a mile a minute, lining up every single thing he’s been thinking about. Adam has to squeeze his thigh from time to time when his volume escalates, because the phrase, “Use me like a fleshlight,” really doesn’t need to be heard by random Starbucks customers on their morning commute.

“Condoms?” Mox asks, leaning back and sipping his coffee. It’s how he’s been rolling with this the whole time – single word questions, leading to a novel’s worth of response from Matt.

Matt glances up at Adam.

“It’s all up to you, baby,” he says. “I seem to remember a specific part of your plan involving a lack of condom.”

“Is – are you okay with that?” Matt asks. “I don’t know if – I don’t want you to feel…”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You want me to say I’m into it, don’t you.”

Matt shrugs. “I mean, yeah.”

“What, exactly, is this part?”

Matt, unsurprisingly, lines it up for Mox and Adam, the specific details enough to make Adam blush. Mox’s eyebrows raise, the first indication the whole morning that he’s surprised by something.

“Alright then,” he says, a little laughter behind his tone. “No condoms.”

“And, Adam?” Matt asks. He blinks.

“Yeah, I – I’m more into it than I want to admit.” He tries to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Definitely here for that idea.”

The conversation shifts a little, going over the matches for the night, and Adam finds it strangely easy. Mox is funny, which he knew, but he’s insightful and clever in ways Adam didn’t expect from a guy who likes to bleed so much.

He’s mid-sentence when his phone, an ancient brick of a thing, buzzes. “Aw, fuck.” He sighs. “That’s Tony. He wants me to go over a match with some of the younger kids. Billie specifically requested me.” His smile is proud, almost parental, and Adam is kind of sick of being surprised by Jon Moxley. “I’ll see you boys at the venue.” He nods at Adam and winks over at Matt. “Don’t get yourself too worked up there, Matt. Good toys wait until they’re told.”

“Oh my god,” Matt says, and he’s bright red in seconds.

Adam laughs so hard he cries.

~

Like always, Matt is glued to Adam the whole night. They don’t have any matches or runins, just backstage work, so at least this time it’s tolerable to have a little koala attached to his sides.

“Adam,” Matt whines. “How much longer?”

“Mox has a thing with the BCC at the end of the night,” Adam mumbles. “And quiet down, okay? I don’t want people knowing our business.”

Kenny looks up at them. “Really. You’re – that’s what you’re going with, two weeks removed from me walking in on the two of you going at it in our bathroom.”

Matt shrugs and tosses his hair over his shoulders. “That’s rather hoity toity from a guy who was caught on film getting railed by Kota at WrestleDream.”

Adam does a literal spit take, spewing his seltzer everywhere. “And you didn’t share this with me because…?!”

“He swore me to secrecy, but all bets are off now.” Matt tilts his head, at the highest level of bitchiness Adam’s seen him, and Adam laughs.

“Fuck off,” Kenny says, blushing bright pink. “We hadn’t seen each other in days, okay?”

“You’re just lucky I caught that video and not Tony,” Matt replies. He sighs, beaming. “I’m such a good friend.”

Adam snorts. “And humble.”

Matt throws his empty water bottle at Adam, and then Kenny yells at them for being in the way, and it takes Nick smacking them both upside the head for them to keep everything under control.

“And people think I’m the weird one,” Nick says shaking his head.

~

It’s finally time to get back to the hotel, and Adam can feel the excitement coming off of Matt in waves as they leave the venue.

“He’s gonna show up, right?” Matt asks. Adam stopped keeping count of how many times he’d asked about two hours ago.

“Okay, from now on?” Adam says, pulling open the door to the rental car. “Every time you ask, that’s another minute you have to wait before I let you –”

“Shutting up now,” Matt mutters, but he slides into the passenger seat with flushed cheeks and a smile.

Matt spends thirty minutes in the shower while Adam’s reading up on some current events, and he can hear the shower shut off when there’s a knock on the door.

“Babe,” Adam calls, “I think Mox is here.”

“Tell him to wait!” Matt half shrieks, but Adam goes to open the door anyway.

He’s annoyed at how good Mox looks as he opens the door, casual and cozy in a BCC longsleeve shirt and a pair of sinfully tight jeans.

“Hey,” Adam says, pretending to be cool about this.

Mox nods. “Where’s the princess?”

“Matt’s in the shower,” Adam says, stepping to the side. “C’mon in. We got some of those athletic brew cans in the fridge, if you want some.”

“I’m good,” Mox says. He throws himself into the chair across the room. “Think I should hide and jump out to scare Matt or something?”

Adam scoffs, with the sudden urge to pull his hoodie off over his head. He does it before thinking about it, and tosses it to the side to see Mox staring at him. “No. That might give him a fear boner, and I don’t want to have to dress up like Freddy Krueger or anything to get him off.”

Mox’s laugh is a little faint. “Yeah, I get that.” He licks his lips. “So, I know we talked a lot about what Matt wants, but is there anything you’re looking forward to?”

Adam shrugs. “I like seeing Matt get what he wants, you know?”

“Jesus, you two are sickening.” He grins, shaking his head. “Get over here. I got an idea that’ll give all three of us a little fun.”

Adam’s hesitant at first, but he walks over to Mox only to get yanked down into his lap.

“This chair is kinda small for this,” Adam says, and he doesn’t know why.

“Breathe,” Mox says. “You’re allowed to have a little fun, too.”

Adam nods, and leans in. Mox tugs the elastic out of Adam’s hair as he pulls him in, kissing Adam with an intention that couldn’t have been predicted. Adam gives back, deepening the kiss, a hand on the side of Mox’s neck. It’s good. He hasn’t kissed somebody his size in a while, hasn’t kissed somebody without long flowy hair, hasn’t kissed anybody not Matt in long enough that he almost forgets how to do it.

It's not until he hears a cleared through that he pulls back. Mox’s fingertips had found their way into the waistband of Adam’s sweats at some point, and he misses the heat of them as he turns.

“Hey!” he says. “Mox is here.”

Matt’s eyes gleam with excitement as he bites back a grin. “I can see that.” He licks his lips. “You two can keep going.” He sits down primly on the bed.

“Nah,” Mox says, patting Adam on the ass. “We got a plan, right?”

Adam sighs, but he swings a leg off. “He’s got a point, Matty. You want mean, right?”

Matt nods. “Are – we starting?”

“Just want to go over everything first,” Mox says. He looks disturbingly comfortable but, more importantly, disturbingly in place in their hotel room, legs splayed and hands behind his head.

“Matt?” Adam asks. “Anything new? Questions?”

Matt shakes his head. “Everything’s the same.” He looks over at Mox. “You’re – you’re going to be super mean.” He shivers. “As mean as you can get, and then Adam will be…Adam.”

Adam sighs. “You’re ruining my attempts at looking like a badass by making my name synonymous with nice, baby.”

Matt shrugs. “Then be meaner.” He sits on the bed and drops the towel to the floor, and Adam’s struck momentarily brainless at the sight of Matt, wet and shining and oh so perfect.

“I think I screwed myself,” Adam laughs. “I gotta wait to touch you when you look like that.”

Mox throws him a grin and stands, pushing Adam into the chair. “Enjoy the show, Cowboy.” He pulls his hoodie off over his head as he walks up to Matt. “Gonna kiss you now, normal, okay?” He flicks his eyes at Adam. “Give you a taste.”

Matt nods, and then Mox’s hand is threaded through his still damp hair, angling his head to kiss him. Adam’s hard as a rock in seconds, the sight of the two of them more than he’d been expecting to feel. He squirms in the chair, too hot and too worked up. He pulls his shirt off over his head. It doesn’t help.

The kiss lasts for ages, but he does notice that Matt’s not doing the little sigh he always does with Adam. He lets himself feel a bit smug about that.

Mox pulls back and presses another, sweet kiss to Matt’s lips.  “You good?” Mox asks Matt, then turns to Adam. “Everybody good? This is happening?”

Matt nods. “Yes. Good. I’m good.”

Adam and Mox snort at the same time.

“Okay, I know why I’m being a prick about it,” Mox says, “but Adam, you’re supposed to be the nice one.”

“Sometimes being nice is admitting when your boyfriend is a bit of a bitch,” Adam says. He shrugs, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs. “It’s part of his charm.”

Matt tosses his hair over his shoulder. “That’s what I always say.” He takes a deep breath then levels Mox with the kind of boo boo eyes that usually send Adam ass deep into an eBay battle over shoes.

Mox scoffs. “Jesus. You think those eyes’ll work to get you off?” There’s a glint behind his smile Adam hasn’t seen since their death match. “Nah, princess.” He grabs Matt by the jaw and pulls. Matt has no option but to turn to him. Before Mox pushes him onto the bed, though, the two of them turn to Adam, a silent checkin.

Adam nods once, winking at Matt. He smiles back.

Mox throws Matt on the bed. “You really want it so bad you’re good with not coming?” Matt nods fervently. “Jesus.” He glances over at Adam, who picks up the hint.

“Yeah,” Adam sighs. “He’s a lot to handle. So desperate all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I should rent him out to get it out of his system.” He nods over to Mox. “Kinda a pilot for that idea.”

Matt makes the kind of sound that goes straight to Adam’s dick, a whine that bodes incredibly well for all three of them. His head drops to the side, eyes on Adam for the briefest of seconds. Mox grabs his face and turns him to look into Mox’s blue eyes. “You look at me, princess. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

Adam fights a snicker at the way Matt’s entire body shivers then goes limp.

“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” Matt asks, blinking up.

“Whatever I want,” Mox growls.

Adam has the impulse to make Mox say it clearly, to make sure they all hear it. But then he remembers the conversation in Starbucks. Everybody in here knows everybody’s safe word. Everybody in here knows when too far is too far, and how to say so.

So he stays silent and watches.

“Okay,” Matt whimpers. “I – okay.”

Mox pins him to the bed by the neck, his other hand at Matt’s hip. “You gonna be good?” he asks. “You gonna do what you’re told and take it like a good little toy?”

Matt nods. “I – whatever you want.” He drops his hands, palm down, on the bed. Adam thinks he’s trying to prove he’s not going to do anything he’s not allowed to, which is almost impressive. “Adam’s okay with anything.”

Adam’s not, is the thing, but they already went over that. So Adam holds back the response, the possessive beast inside of him

Matt bites his lip, then glances over at Adam. “Adam, I, um.” He flames bright red.

“Nah,” Mox says. He grabs Matt’s jaw. “You talk to me.”

Matt nods, chest heaving. “I – okay, don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” Mox asks. “The fuck did you do?”

Matt bites his lip. “Look.” He rolls over and presents his ass up, and Mox’s jaw drops. Adam knows Mox well enough to know that’s not fake surprise, not an act. He shakes his head a little, then the cruel smile comes back.

“Fucking whore,” Mox laughs. “Opened yourself up in the shower while your goddamned boyfriend waited outside without knowing?” He smacks Matt’s ass, then palms it, earning a whine from Matt. Adam palms his own dick. He’s been the recipient of that particular surprise before, and it never gets old. “Opened yourself up on your own fingers. Bet it wasn’t as good as a dick, huh?”

“Wasn’t,” Matt mumbles, face turned to lock eyes with Adam. “Wanted – wanted Adam, but I knew I had to wait.”

“Look at you,” Mox says, and he catches the lube Adam tosses to him. He drips lube over his fingers and Matt’s ass, and shoves two in without much resistance. Matt moans, eyes fluttering shut in a smile. “Couldn’t fucking wait. Desperate hole, that’s all you are.” He pumps in and out a few times, enough to stretch Matt, and Adam knows another finger would do him good. But he says nothing.

Somehow, he trusts Mox.

“Yeah,” Mox says, voice a little thick. He traces another finger around Matt’s rim, then plunges it in. “God, you take it so good. Pretty little thing.” He glances over at Adam. “Should have invited me to use him sooner, Cowboy. Clearly he can’t get enough.”

Matt whimpers, pushing back against Mox.

“You can fuck him now,” Adam says, gripping his own cock through his sweatpants. He knows he needs to keep his shit together, can’t lose it now. But god, is it hard. “Give it to him good.” He locks eyes with Matt. “Use him like a fleshlight.”

Matt giggles, but it slowly turns into a desperate moan as Mox twists his fingers and pulls them out to slick up his cock. He shoves his jeans down his hips gracelessly, and kicks them somewhere in the room. He slicks up his cock, head tilted back. Adam swallows. Hard.

“Matt?” Mox asks, tone different.

“Get in me,” Matt demands, trademark bitchiness shifting the scene. He shuffles his hips back as he locks eyes with Adam. “F-fuck me up.”

Adam’s eyes shoot up at the swear coming from Matt’s lips, but he doesn’t have enough time to be shocked. Mox laughs darkly. “Gonna fuck you so you’re used up,” Mox growls, shoving his dick into Matt so insistently it looks like it has to hurt, but Matt’s got this transcendent little half smile on his face. “Little fuck toy, you’re not worth much else, are you?” He pounds in, nails gripping into Matt’s hip as Matt’s eyes roll back and his mouth goes slack. “Good for a hole. Should leave you here, let the whole roster have a go. Maybe then you’ll stop being such a slut.” He puts his hand on the back of Matt’s neck and shoves him into the pillows.

Adam flashes his eyes toward Mox when Matt doesn’t respond, when he bites his lip. Mox freezes, and then Matt says, “All the way in green, Adam.” Mox lets up for a second so Matt can turn to Adam. “I’m good. If you’re not, we can -”

Adam relaxes back into the chair. “No, I’m good,” he exhales. “I – just needed to know you are.”

Mox loses his attitude for a second, the persona, and shoots Adam the gentlest smile he thinks Mox is capable of. “I promise, man. Nothing other than what we talked about, and nothing other than what he wants.”

Adam nods. But he folds more up into his chair than before.

“Good?” Matt asks Mox, then looks to Adam.

Adam gives a thumbs up and Mox nods.

Mox snaps back into it immediately, something that should be startling. But it helps. It reminds Adam this is all an act.

Matt slides his hand down to his dick and Mox bats it away, pinning it up near Matt’s ear. “Toys don’t get to touch their dicks,” Mox growls. “Shut up, stay there, and take it, and maybe I let your Cowboy come back over afterward.”

“Okay,” Matt pants. “You – whatever you want.”

Mox’s grin is all teeth, no praise and all satisfaction. “Good little toy.”

Matt’s whimper is delighted enough for Adam to relax all the way back into the chair as Mox fucks him without mercy. He leans his mouth down against Matt’s neck and does something that makes Matt cry out.

“Shut up,” Mox says, and Adam thinks he sees a flash of teeth as he bites at Matt’s neck. Matt’s eyes roll back up into his head and his hips buck. “Gonna come inside you,” Mox murmurs, rhythm getting a little erratic. “Gonna fill you up, maybe then you can ask your boy to get you off.” He laughs a little cruel. “Use my come leaking out of you as lube. Save a little money.”

“Please,” Matt gasps as Mox picks up the pace. His hands have moved to Matt’s hips, an iron grip as he plants his feet firmly on the ground and fucks into Matt.

“Toys don’t talk,” Mox snaps. He shifts back, yanking Matt back on his dick, and Matt lets out a desperate, aching whine. His hands twitch like he’s about to reach for his dick but he fists them in the sheets instead.

“Good boy,” Adam murmurs from the side.

Mox scoffs. “Good boy.” He shakes his head as he fucks harder, the grip on Matt’s thigh immovable. “Yeah right. Only way this bitch could be good is if you tied him up and put a gag in his mouth.”

Adam’s eyebrows raise, and he’s ready to pounce before he remembers this is the whole damned point.

Matt nods. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe if you – yeah, you could do that.”

Mox laughs and shakes his head. “Little slut’ll do anything to get railed.” He grunts a few times, intent written in the furrow of his brow, and straight up growls as he comes, hips pressed flush against Matt’s ass.

Matt mewls, and Mox catches his hands become he can reach for his dick. “Not,” Mox grunts, “done.” He rolls his hips through the last of it all, eyes fluttering closed, and Adam is struck with the thought that Mox is pretty, too. Just in a different way.

Then, quick as he’d pushed in, Mox pulls out and lets go of Matt, letting him drop to the mattress.

“All yours,” he says with his usual swagger, but Adam notes the mild shake in his legs. They trade spaces as Adam walks over to Matt. Gently, he turns Matt over to his back.

“Oh, baby,” Adam says, as sweetly as he can. “Look at you.”

“Adam,” Matt sobs. “Adam, please.” There’s tears on his cheeks, but he’s still kind of smiling. “I want – I need to –”

“Shh.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “You look beautiful. Are you okay?”

“I’m – I need –”

“You will.” Adam kisses him deep, long enough to get Matt whimpering, then runs his fingers through the mess around Matt’s hole. He slides two fingers in smoothly, no resistance. “Oh, Matty. He made such a mess of you.”

Matt’s mouth is open, a throaty sound coming out of him. “Y-yeah,” he whines. “Adam, please don’t make me wait.”

Adam, who’s been hard since this all started and is probably about to lose it, doesn’t plan to. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks, twisting his fingers inside of Matt.

“Yes,” Matt sobs. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Adam pulls his fingers out to slick up his cock with – Jesus Christ – Mox’s come.

“You’re treating him too good, Cowboy,” Mox calls from the balcony. Matt and Adam glance over at him, where he’s smoking a cigarette and watching them intently.

“He deserves it,” Adam says gently. He pushes into Matt slowly. “You take it so well. So pretty when I’m fucking you.”

“Can I…?” Matt reaches toward his cock.

“I got it, baby,” Adam says, and he takes his already slick hand and wraps it around Matt. The sound that comes out of him is gorgeous, something Adam wants to save in his memory for the rest of his life, and Adam can’t help himself from fucking into Matt desperately.

“Oh, thank god,” Matt whimpers. His hips work in weak little circles, so Adam does it for him, jerking Matt’s cock with the same pace as his thrusts, until Matt is panting his name, open mouthed.

“Love you,” Adam says, because he never can resist. “Fucking Christ, Matty, I love you so – god.”

Like a stupid movie, the two of them come at the same time, each other’s names on their lips.

Adam slumps down, pressing his forehead to Matt’s. “Oh, my god,” he mumbles. “Shit. You looked so fucking pretty, baby.”

Matt giggles. “That was awesome. You should have seen your face a few times.” He shivers. “I’ve never seen you look at me that way.”

Adam pulls back. “What way?”

Matt bites his lip. “Like you owned me and wanted to prove it.”

“He’s right,” Mox calls. “It was pretty hot.”

Adam laughs and pulls out of Matt, slowly. “We’re gonna have to burn these sheets.”

“Worth it,” Matt says. He glances over to Mox. “Thanks, Mox. You – that was perfect.”

Mox nods. “I don’t want to say any time, but…” He shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Adam peppers some kisses across Matt’s face and brushes away the last lingering tears. “He made you cry,” he chuckles. “Should kick his ass for that.”

“Not when I asked him to do it.”

There’s a little silence as Adam and Matt catch their breath.

“You guys want water?” Mox asks, flicking his cigarette and stomping it out. “Everybody okay?”

“This is the best day of my life,” Matt says, eyes staring up at the ceiling. His smile is almost absent, like it’s automatic and he doesn’t know it’s there. “Mox, you’re allowed to fuck me mean whenever you want.”

“Hey!” Adam laughs, poking Matt’s side.

“Whenever he wants, too,” Matt adds. “Open invitation.”

“Okay, well,” Adam says, splaying a hand across Matt’s abs. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Matt’s entire body shivers. “You can’t say things like that without warning.” He’s breathless, and Adam looks down to see his dick make the tiniest twitch.

Adam throws his head back against the pillows and laughs. “That renting you out thing was a spur of the moment, but sure. We could play that game.”

Matt giggles and rolls over, pressing his face into Adam’s chest. Adam locks eyes with Mox, who walks over and sits on the bed. He’s got distance between himself and Adam’s leg, like he’s not sure if he can touch. Like he’s not sure his role.

“Mox, you want to cuddle?” Adam asks. He shoves Matt over and pats the bed next to him. “Come on over.”

“I mean, if you want to,” Mox grumbles, but Adam doesn’t miss the relief in his eyes. He expects Mox to yank him in, but instead he mirrors Matt, dropping his head to Adam’s chest.

All three of them are sticky, sweaty, and blissed out. Adam’s pretty sure he’d fall asleep if it weren’t for the way Matt’s fingers tap on his stomach.

“What’re you doing?” Mox asks, poking at Matt’s fingers. He looks up at Adam. “Why’s he playing piano on you?”

“Just a thing he does,” Adam replies. He buries his face in Matt’s hair, breathing in. “You’re just as fidgety as he is. Usually with, like, barbed wire or something though.”

Mox laughs. “You’re right.” He rolls over a little, grabbing water bottles. “Drink.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam mumbles, but he takes it anyway. “That’s what you do to him.”

Matt mumbles something in affirmation, taking the bottle and downing it in a few long gulps.

“Jesus, dude, slow down,” Mox says.

“He guzzles everything like that,” Adam says, rolling his eyes.

Mox snickers. “Everything?”

“That wasn’t a sex joke!” Adam says.

It’s almost too comfortable, the three of them. They chat and drink water, shuffling and adjusting in the bed, until Mox starts yawning.

“I gotta get back to my own room,” he says, finishing off his bottle of water. “Yoots’ll start texting me panicked.”

“Y’all share a room?” Adam asks.

Mox nods. “Sort of. All of BCC has one of those connected suites, you know?” He grins, a little sharkish. “In case anybody needs cuddles in the middle of the night.”

“I understand that,” Matt mumbles, face squished into Adam’s chest. He lifts his head up. “Hey, um. Can I kiss you?”

Adam looks over at Mox, who blinks. “Really?”

Matt nods. “I mean, we didn’t kiss for real or anything.” He turns on the eyes, but this time. This time, it seems to work.

Matt leans over and kisses Mox across Adam’s body, which is interesting in a way Adam wants to explore in the future. They pull apart.

“You want one too, Cowboy?” Mox asks, rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb.

Adam leans in, and the kiss is…too good. Mox is gentler than he’d expected, almost sweet, letting him take the lead of where it goes. When he pulls back, his eyes are soft.

“Well,” he says, shaking his head a little as he stands up. “That was fuckin’ rad. Call me if you ever want to do it again.” He blows a kiss at Matt, winks at Adam, and pulls his clothes on.

“We will!” Matt says, and it’s eager. It’s almost too eager. Adam kisses his forehead.

“You want a shower or anything?” Adam says, thumbing toward the bathroom.

“Nah. Got worse stuff on my clothes. I can shower back at mine.” He slides on his boots. “You two have my number.”

And the door closes behind him.

“Adam,” Matt says, drawing out the syllables. “Adam, that was amazing.”

“I could tell you liked it.” Adam sits up, and Matt flops into the space where he’d been laying. “Get up, baby, we gotta go shower.”

“Don’t wanna,” comes Matt’s muffled voice. “I wanna live in this moment forever.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a song lyric.” Adam wraps his arms around Matt’s waist and hauls him up, dropping him on the floor. Matt looks up with him with a high level pout.

“Mean,” he says. He’s still smiling, though. “Fine, though. Shower.”

Adam gently cleans Matt all over, his hair, his body. Matt whimpers, in a decidedly not pained way, when Adam rinses off his hole.

“No, baby,” Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to Matt’s shoulder. “Not again. You need to rest.”

“But –”

“Nope,” Adam says, rinsing him off one more time. “We’re going to sleep. It’s late.”

Matt sighs, long suffering. “Okay.” He steps out of the shower to give Adam a chance to rinse out his hair.

Matt’s staring in the mirror, pouting, when Adam leaves the shower.

“What’s up?” he asks, arms around Matt’s waist. “You okay? No freakouts?”

Matt shakes his head and angles his neck.

“Holy fuck,” Adam laughs, leaning down to kiss the blooming blue-purple bruise. Matt whines, but doesn’t pull away. “He really did a number on you, baby.”

“I know!” Matt says. He turns around and presses his face to Adam’s chest. “I have a problem, though. I think I wanna do it again.”

“Oh?” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “You do, huh?”

Matt nods, still speaking into Adam’s skin. He’d mention that this is akin to motorboating, but he’s not sure now’s the time for jokes. “I have another thing I want to try.” He pulls back, turning on the ultimate boo boo eyes. “And, um. I want to ask Mox.”

“Sure,” Adam says. “Of course. I’d like to be there, though.”

“Oh,” Matt says, grin so sinful it makes Adam want to apologize to somebody, “you’d have to be there.”

~

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