#with the lips you wanna taste ( about faye )

[binniesbooks]

Ok if u insist.. i'll request gyu since he's the only one i havent requested. So was thinking of something like switch!gyu x switch!reader

Scenario is like, reader is used to beomgyu being a subby brat in bed and shes very dom smthn like that and then one night, gyu snapped bc she was teasing him so much he got annoyed and released his inner dom-ness . Eventually gyu became a mean dom and reader is a subby bitch now😋

Idk if this made sense but this was stuck in my mind for a long time 🙂‍↔️ i hope it made sense... prob not the best but i just needed to let my thoughts out:D

• THE OTHER SIDE

BG 001 .F23 2024

wc 2.4k

pairings boyfriend!Beomgyu x bratgirlfriend!reader

warnings switch Beomgyu, switch reader, spit kink, overstimulation, self relieving, choking, marking, scratching, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex (+ anything else I've missed)

faye's note I'm at uni editing this, anxious about people who are talking just beside me. Risky job fr. Lmao. Nevertheless, i love sub Gyu! 🙂‍↕️ For fuck's sake.

"Y/n--" Beomgyu's shaky breath made your stomach flutter.

"Please... G-give me a sec-- ohh fuck!" He threw his head back on the wall, his hands trying to push you away as you took him deeper into your mouth.

His toes curled as he bit his lower lip, draping his arm over his eyes, cum finally spurting inside your pretty mouth.

"Princess... N-no more..." he whimpered.

His whole body shuddered at the sight of you and your cum-stained lips.

"You tasted so sweet, Gyu," you giggled, crawling towards him. He then pulled you closer by your waist, letting you lay down above him. Just when he was about to relax and close his eyes, you started grinding above him. His grip on yours tightened as he started sobbing on your neck.

"H-hurts... Hurts..." he whined, which you only answered with a giggle. "You can do it, pup. You're my desperate little puppy, aren't you?" you cooed.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you sit above him with your arms seeking support from his thighs, the skin blooming with purple marks. You scooted back for a bit, his dick fully erect just in front of your clothed cunt, despite the fact that he’d already came three times. He's overstimulated at this point, yet his body still seemed to like it.

You then rose to your knees to tease your cunt against his tip, and Beomgyu tried to buck his hips up. The tiny piece of cloth served as a barrier, and it made him whine and whimper even more.

You stopped and stared at him for a little while, smiling as you realized he was covered with your markings. His neck was littered with hickeys, especially on the parts that are hard to cover. His shoulders were covered with your teeth marks, and his chest was marked with your scratches. His hips and thighs glistening with his cum mixed with your spit and hickeys all over. Your gaze flitted to his face, only to see him crying, nose red, and his lips swollen and on the verge of bleeding.

"If you see yourself from my perspective, you'll see how desperate and filthy you are, Gyu," you degraded.

A mocking scoff bursts out from your mouth when his cock twitched. His eyes widened at your degrading words.

You shook your head, and a wide grin was etched on your face. "Puppy, d'you wanna cum again?" you teased, swiping a finger on his leaking cock.

"W-wanna cum again, princess, please, please, please," he pleaded, almost drooling. "W-wanna see your p-pretty fingers 'round my cock, please," he added.

You wrapped your hands around his throbbing cock, and the sounds he made were purely pornographic. He continuously squirmed as you dragged your fingers slowly. Oh, how beautiful Beomgyu was when you got him wrapped around your fingers. You love how pliant he is at times like this, how he fully submits himself to you even when he was bound to break.

"Hyung!" A shout outside caused the both of you to turn your heads towards the door.

"Beomgyu hyung! Noona! Are you home?"

The voice was followed by some clicking of keys being placed down on the platter and some crunching of plastic bags.

"P-princess, n-no... I-i'm close..."

"Choi Beomgyu," you scoffed. "Are you for real?"

He bit his lower lip, embarrassed at how he was practically begging you to at least let him finish. His breath was growing uneven as seconds passed by, the way he bucked his hips up shows how desperate he was.

"Noona? Hyung? Are you in there?" A knock on your door made you get off Beomgyu immediately, giving his cock a slight slap in the process. Beomgyu whimpered, his head tipping off over the pillow. Cockblocked.

"Kai, what is it? Sorry, I was doing something." You opened the door to welcome the younger male. He roamed his eyes around the room, scattered files and a running computer were on the desk. Beomgyu was lying on the bed on his side, the blanket covering his body up to his neck, totally tucked in bed.

Kai scratched his head. "Too bad, I wanted to invite Beomgyu hyung to play," he pouted.

"Oh yea, he was sleeping, he said he's not feeling well," you answered as you pushed your glasses, making him believe that you are really "busy."

"Is that so?" He sighed. "I'll be in the living room, noona . If you need help, just call me." You nodded at the young male before closing the door, finally turning to Beomgyu, whom you saw squirming while you were talking to Kai.

When you stopped beside the bed, you saw how he tried to control his body spasming.

"Fucking desperate puppy," you whispered.

You pulled the blanket off of him, finally recognizing a wet patch on the bed sheet, and Beomgyu's twitching body under the blanket.

"Dirty puppy."

"I-i'm not..." he muttered.

"You just came." You retorted, swiping your finger on the sticky wet patch on the bed. "See? Such a dirty puppy, touching himself even when Kai is around," you scoffed.

He draped his arms above his eyes, his chest harshly rising up and down. You grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. "Won't take care of you again, puppy. Such a bad pup, tsk tsk."

You went out to the living room and left Beomgyu inside as he grunted in frustration. You then decided to play with Kai instead.

"Gyu! Kai! I'm home!" you announced, after coming back from work the next day, carefully placing your shoes on the shoe rack.

"Noona!" Kai shouted from the living room; however, his gaze was fixated on the TV as he frantically clicked on the game console.

You went straight to the kitchen to get yourself a cup of water, and Beomgyu was there, cooking something.

"Hi love, how's your day?" you asked before opening the fridge.

"Hmm? It's good, how 'bout yours?"

You went closer to him to give him a hug. Beomgyu placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. It was all sweet and cute, not until your naughty little mind decided to play games and tease Beomgyu. Your hands creep lower from his waist to his crotch, trying to palm him through his sweats. Taking a glance at Kai, who seemed too immersed in what was going on in the game, you rubbed him harder.

"Princess, your hand."

You were quite shocked that he wasn't that responsive like before. With just one touch, you usually had him crumbling below you already. However, this time, his words were firm as he stirred what was boiling in the pot.

"Hm? What did you say, puppy?" you giggled, trying to dominate him again.

"I said, your hand. " Beomgyu finally turned his body to you, throwing a glance at Kai before looking down at you. You're lying if you would say you weren't intimidated by his gaze. It was different, totally different from how he used to look at you with big puppy eyes whenever you had your hands against his body.

You thought he wasn't just in the mood, so you decided to stop teasing him. However, he called Kai's attention.

"What is it, hyung?"

"Do you want the food to be spi--" His words were cut off when he felt your hand on his thigh, his head snapping towards you.

"To be?" Kai questioned.

"To be spicy," Beomgyu finished. Your grip on his thigh tightened, confident that Kai wouldn't see anything anyway because your lower half was hidden behind the kitchen island.

"Bedroom."

"Beomgyu--"

"Bedroom. Now," he firmly commanded.

"Kai, if you get hungry, you can eat first. We just need to call her parents. We'll be in the room. And... It might take a while."

Kai nodded, although he was confused. Confused why Beomgyu's face was dark and how you were biting your lower lip without saying a single word as you entered the bedroom.

When Beomgyu entered the room, you were silently sitting on the edge of the bed. You hate to admit it, but something in Beomgyu just felt off. He closed the door behind the two of you before going straight in front of you.

"What was that?" he asked, putting both of his hands inside his pockets.

"D-did I do something w-wrong?" Your voice cracked a little.

Beomgyu placed his hands on the bed as he leaned down, causing you to scoot back.

"Princess, I'm so fucking done being controlled by you. Let me control you this time. Let's see how much you can endure," Beomgyu scoffs, a grin growing on his face before he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

"W-wait---"

Beomgyu shook his head as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, slightly squeezing it. "Open your mouth," he demanded.

He sighed happily, and the grin in his mouth grew wider. Beomgyu licked his lower lip before letting a glob of his spit trickle down your throat. "Swallow."

You felt your cunt throb as you swallowed his spit. You don't know why, but it did turn you on, whatever Beomgyu was doing.

"Gyu," you whispered, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Hm?" he answered shortly. His hands made their way to your breast, gently massaging them as his thumb circled your nipples.

"Look at you, you're drooling," he remarked, smirking.

You placed both your hands over your face, trying to hide away from him. Although your cunt says otherwise as you rubbed your thighs together. "No, no, no princess, show me your face."

"D-don't wanna..."

Your breath hitched and your back arched when he pinched your nipples, "You still don't?" he taunted.

"P-puppy--"

"That's not my name, call me daddy ." But it seemed like he wasn't too particular in calling him daddy as he still let's you call his name.

Your cheeks and the tip of your ear turned red after hearing that word. Then you realized, Beomgyu was really done being submissive, and he is actually dominating you right now.

His hand reached back, unzipping your trousers, slipping his hand inside.

"Who did you call dirty again?"

"N-no one," you defended.

"Really? Look at this." Beomgyu withdrew his hand, showing you his finger, almost covered with your sticky arousal. "I haven't even dipped my fingers inside yet, but you're already this wet? Why? Because I spit in your mouth? You dirty girl," he mocked.

Beomgyu shook his head and clicked his tongue, "Look at your nipples poking through your bra and shirt, just because I’m degrading you."

"Gyu, please," you whimpered.

"Please what? Please this?" He then proceeded to dip his finger inside you.

"F-fuck need m-more please," you pleaded, eyes welling up tears.

Your back arched once again as he added another finger, curling them inside your gummy walls.

"G-gyu, n-not enough... Need you to f-fuck me," you cried, clutching on his sweats. "Need this i-inside me," you added, placing your hand on his hard on.

"Needy girl," he commented, slipping his cock out of his sweats and pumping it in front of you.

"You want my cock? Yes?" he cooed, nodding along with you.

"Y-yes daddy, please," you begged.

Beomgyu's face darkened, probably liking the way you called him daddy with your whiny voice. He pulled your body up and slipped you out of your trousers.

"We won't play games right now, princess," he whispered, swiping a finger on your slit, making you shudder.

"Let's make this quick and not let Kai be suspicious," he said as he teased his tip against your glistening cunt.

"B-beomgyu, please, please, please, please," you chanted, bucking your hips up to meet his tip. However, he wasn't the one to give in yet, as he only continued to tease you with his tip, a string of your arousal connecting your cunt and his swelling cock.

"If you beg better, maybe I'd give this to you---"

"Gyu please, I'll be good, daddy, please. I'll let you fuck me wherever and whenever you want. Please need you, I need you right now, I need your big fat cock," you blabbered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you gripped tightly on the sheets.

"You're so fucking hot right now, begging for my cock, begging me to fuck you dumb," he muttered.

"I need your cum so bad, daddy, please. Fuck me and cum inside me, make me your dirty little slut, please." Beomgyu wasn't even sure if you were aware of the things you were saying, but he gave in anyway, slowly pushing his length inside you.

"Fuck, still tight as fuck," he whispered, pinning your hands above your head.

"Gyu, please, mpphh!" Whimpers and whines were the only things that came out of your mouth as he slowly dragged his cock inside.

"Needy. You're so needy," he grunted, obviously struggling to move as you clenched tightly around him. Your low little loud noises bounced inside the four walls of the bedroom. Beomgyu let out breathy moans and shaky breaths, you clenching tightly around him along with your whimpering and whining mainly the cause of it.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"Uhm, hyung?" Beomgyu quickly covered your mouth but was still thrusting inside you, making you feel overwhelmed. The thought of being caught made your pussy flutter, causing you to clench tighter. "I just... Wanna let you guys know that... I-i'll be heading out. I'll be back l-later," Kai said, informing the two of you.

"S-so close," you breathed, body intensely shaking from being exhausted all day and receiving something tiring and unexpected.

"Wait for m-me princess, need to cum with y-you," he moaned, feeling his nearing high.

"Inside, please." You forcefully pulled your wrist from his hand above your head as you pulled Beomgyu closer, hugging him tight.

"G-gyu, shit, shit please!"

"Fuck!"

Both the knots on your stomach snapped simultaneously, allowing your cum to mix together and making both of your bodies shudder out of pure pleasure.

Beomgyu slowly pulled out, letting your mixed cum dribble out of your spent pussy. Beomgyu pulled you in for a hug as you whimper on his neck and your body twitched under his touch.

The curtain on the window danced as the wind blew. A few more minutes, the wind blew harder, and your door suddenly swung open. Shit! It wasn't locked at all!

And it occurred, maybe Kai left because of what he had heard.

@binniesbooks 2024

[harryforvogue]

Harry gently tucks Faye’s hair away from her face after placing his car in park. He smiles. “Call me when you’re done. I’m going to be around here, yeah? Have to shop for Christmas gifts.”

Harry has been driving Faye to work often. He’s seen her shivering her way into his apartment far too many times. No matter how many layers she has on, she’s still always freezing and often complaining about how cold the buses are, how cold the waits at the bus stops are. So he cranks up the heat in his car and drives her to and from work whenever he can.

Even under the heat, she’s shivering, pressing her trembling hands between her thighs to warm them up. “Yes. I’ll call you.”

“When you have a chance, please let me know what you would like your gift to be, all right?”

She smiles. “I don’t know what I want.”

“Well, figure it out and tell me quickly. Only have a few weeks left.”

“Isn’t the whole point of Christmas getting gifts you know the other person will like?” she grins.

Harry sighs. “I’ll get you something I think you’ll like, but if you don’t like it, I need a back up gift.” He narrows his eyes. “You’ve picked out my gift already?”

“Mhm!”

He groans softly, leaning in to kiss her. “All right, I’ll figure it out. Just don’t break up with me when you don’t like anything I get you.”

She giggles softly and leans over the console to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him back softly. He tilts his head to the side, pressing his warm nose against her cheek, kissing her one more time.

He leans back then, pressing his lips together, frowning. He waits a few seconds before mumbling, “My mouth is tingling.”

“Hmm?” Her eyes are all wide and innocent.

“You’ve…you’ve got a new chapstick.” His tongue darts out to gently touch one side of his mouth. “Doesn’t taste like cherries.”

“Yeah, I had to switch over to the holiday chapstick. I put on a lot though.” She wipes his mouth with her gloves thumbs. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he immediately replies, turning his head to kiss her gloved palm. “What is it? Peppermint right?”

“Yeah. Is it too tingly?”

“No. I like it.” He leans in once and kisses her again, holding her cheek softly. He murmurs, “Like I said. Call me when you’re done, okay? Wanna spend the night at mine?”

She pulls away, slightly disoriented by the kiss. “I don’t have any clothes left over at your place.”

“You can wear mine.”

“None of my stuff is there. Like my toothbrush or my–”

“I’ve got spares. You know that.”

“Oh right.”

He smiles. “Are you trying to get out of staying with me?”

“No!” she laughs, covering her mouth. “I love staying with you!”

“Then why are you being so difficult?”

She laughs again, shaking her head. “It’s just that… well your place is so warm and your bed is so warm and your clothes are so big and warm and–”

“None of those are things you’ve complained about, my love.”

“I don’t want you to think I use your place just to sleep!”

He sits back in his seat. “I wouldn’t mind that. As long as you’re sleeping with me.”

“It’s been too cold to do anything else, you know? I usually just…come over and fall asleep.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. “That’s fine, Faye. I really don’t have any issues with that.”

She purses her lips. “All right…If it’s all fine by you.”

He sighs and leans in, holding her jaw again between his fingers. He kisses her once, hard, and then says, “I love you. Call when you’re done, yes?”

She’s nodding before he’s finished. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“Love you more.”

“No, I–”

She’s out the door before he can finish, a satisfied grin on her face.

He watches her half run into the theatre, holding her coat tight against her body. He waits several moments before putting the car in drive and driving away.

His mouth is still tingling by the time he gets to the mall.

He does not mind a single bit.

[roosterbruiser]

I also miss Faye and Bradley!!! I’m begging for some landslide deleted scenes (bonus points for some Bob)

we love Faye and Bradley in this house!!

I actually have so many deleted scenes!!

here's one from when Faye didn't want anyone to know that her and Bradley were falling in looooove (feat. Bob!):

also there is a lot more that happens after this so if you wanna read that, lmk!!

I’m sitting at my makeshift desk, double-checking the spelling of the word carqual when the squadron comes back into the training room. I hear them before I see them--Hangman’s booming confidence, Phoenix’s dissatisfied tone, Bob’s unease. But above it all, without me even having to strain, I hear Rooster’s laughter. It sounds familiar to me--like it was a popular song on the radio when I was growing up and I’m hearing it again for the first time in years. My skin is goosing, my ears prickling, my belly bubbling. 

Bob is the first to enter the room, a certain hurriedness in his step, his eyes wide but not unkind. It makes me close the dictionary and straighten my shoulders. He leans in close to me. 

“As your friend, I’m warning you that Hangman noticed your car in The Hard Deck parking lot overnight. Am I asking you for an explanation? No--not right now, at least,” Bob says hurriedly, a small smile on his lips, “I know how important your career is to you. I told him to can it.” 

I raise my eyebrow and he sighs. 

“Well, I told Phoenix to tell him to can it.” 

I nod, biting my lip. Fuck. 

I am trying very hard to not let my feelings for Rooster to appear in my work. Rooster is an esteemed pilot and I am an esteemed researcher. There is not room for rumors here--and I will not allow them to propel around the academy, especially with the mission looming on the horizon. 

Taking Bob’s hand quickly, I nod sharply. 

“Thank you.”

He nods back, squeezing my hand. 

“You do know you have to tell me about it later, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I whisper, “Of course I do.” 

Then the other aviators round the corner and I pretend like I was never holding Bob’s hand. I look down at the books splayed before me, pretending like I couldn’t hear them coming from miles away. 

I won’t look at Rooster first. But I know he is looking at me. I know he is looking at me with his pretty eyes and that sweet smile under his mustache. I know he is thinking about the breakfast we shared on Sunday and the warm sheets I let him sleep under. I know he is thinking about the way I tasted and the way heaviness of my leg on his shoulder--

“Clover,” Phoenix smiles, “hungry? We were gonna head to lunch.” 

I look up, careful to catch only her eyes. But even if I tried not to, I would still be able to see Rooster watching me, a solid figure smiling in my peripheral vision. I pretend to think for only a moment, taking my headphone out and letting my pen rest on my paper. I nod. 

“Sure!”

[meteodrives]

i.     sushi  —  cocoon . 

          may you be where you wanted .  oh ,  we talked about it after one or two beers .  [ ... ]  all the worst days are just buried into the snow .  holy water ,  plastic flowers ;  in the end ,  you got just what you were running after .

ii.     cherry tree  —  the national .

          you're sharp alright ,  but no one is asking so leave it alone .  [ ... ]  loose lips sink ships .  don't look at me ,  i'm only breathing .  don't look at me , i'm indiscreet .

iii.     honest  —  the neighbourhood .

          patience ,  test my patience .  if i made it too hard for you ,  maybe you should've changed it .  i hope you find a way to be yourself someday .  in weakness or in strength ,  change can be amazing .  [ ... ]  i wish you could be honest .

iv.     eventually  —  tame impala . 

          if only there could be another way to do this ,  cause it feels like murder to put your heart through this .  i know i always said that i could never hurt you .  well ,  this is the very ,  very last time i'm ever going to . 

v.     black flies  —  ben howard .

          comfort came against my will & every story must grow old .  [ ... ]  maybe you were the ocean & i was just a stone .  so here we are .  & i don't wanna beg your pardon & i don't wanna ask you why ;  but ,  if i was to go my own way ,  would i have to pass you by ?

*      ◞      @shinramade            |​            ♫ !

i.     what once was  —  her's . 

          & now i'm still hangin' on. i was at the end of every tether ,  waiting for what once was .  tell me all the important stuff :  what's your favorite color ?  what makes you so tough ?  please don't let go when you've had enough .

ii.     i know you  —  faye webster .

          i'm here regardless of the pain .  don't ever tell me to go away from you .  when we're old & have to leave the earth ,  i'll still remember all i've learned from you .  i know you .  

iii.     the devil's tears  —  angus & julia stone .

          he offered me the universe but ,  inside my heart ,  there's a picture of a girl .  [ ... ]  & she's as much apart of this broken heart ,  but broken bones seem to mend .  i'll taste the devil's tears ,  drink from his soul ,  but i'll never give up you . 

iv.     reflections  —  the neighbourhood . 

          where have you been ?  do you know if you're coming back ?  we were too close to the stars .  i never knew somebody like you .  [ ... ]  maybe it's a blessing in disguise :  i see my reflection in your eyes .

v.     say yes to heaven  —  lana del rey .

          give peace a chance .  let the fear you have fall away .  i've got my eye on you .  [ ... ]  if you go ,  i'll stay .  you come back ,  i'll be right here .  like a barge at sea ,  in the storm ,  i'll stay clear . 

[kiissme]

I should have posted this yesterday on sinday, but. Ladies. Just so you know if you’re ever in Faye’s office, whether in her journalist, publisher or professor verses...... She always has a strap on stashed in her desk. If you’re in a steady relationship with her, she’s gonna have one in her purse. If she thinks there’s even a possibility of bending her lady over and filling her with a thick long strap......... she’s gonna bring it.

It’s always nice to be prepared.

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 7 Hound Dog - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

The biggest thanks to @tebdundy for the amazing editing, I was literally jumping out of my seat, it was amazing. Thank you for everyone for pushing me to get this chapter out! Next chapter will be one step further. Enjoy!

WARNING: 18 + NSFW including masturbation, fantasies and angst

You’d been on the Bebop for two weeks. You had only bagged a couple of minor bounties, making much less of a contribution than you had hoped for, but a contribution nonetheless. The crew had gotten used to you. All except one.

And he wasn’t planning on getting used to you anytime soon.

Spike lay on the couch in the living room, meditating on the cigarette dangling out of his mouth. Music played softly through his headset, a sultry, meandering jazz melody. He had the ship to himself for the day. Jet and (y/n) were running some errands, Faye had gone shopping, and Ed and Ein were doing their own thing, probably leaving a trail of chaos and destruction.

(Y/n) and Faye had tried to convince Ed and Ein to stay on the Bebop, but Jet came to their defense. He argued that they needed to get out now and then, or else they would go crazy. Spike didn’t have the heart to tell Jet it was far too late for that. Spike stayed behind to “watch the ship”. Privacy and solitude were rare on the Bebop, so he jumped at the opportunity for a relaxing day alone.

He had been spending most of his time in his room since you had been living on the ship, so he was happy to spend some time in the common areas. Once you got back, he thought, it’s back to my room I go.

It was nice to have a change in scenery. He was getting tired of taking his meals and smoke breaks in parts of the ship that you didn’t inhabit. He knew it was childish, but Spike didn't want to interact with you. He had decided to avoid you, counting down the days until you left the ship for good.

Spike tried to justify why he didn’t want to be around you, but in reality, he didn’t know. He kept thinking back to the night of the fire. You were only supposed to be a short fling, a one-night stand and nothing more. It seemed like you both understood that and were happy with that arrangement. You had both been egging it on. He didn’t care about you hunting the bounty on Faye, that was hers to worry about.

With something that’s only supposed to last for a night, there’s no point in getting attached. There’s barely any room to get attached anyway. But now, you were near him, a whole ship filled with lots of literal room to get attached. He had to push you away before anything could start.

Even after all these years trying to be completely numb to everything, especially human emotion, it pained Spike to hurt you. It got even worse when he would catch you staring at him. It was the same look you had when you lost your ship. Confused, but full of longing. He never acknowledged you. He just turned his head the other way.

After he closed the door to his room, he could live in his thoughts, feel his emotions. If he thought about you around others, he’d imagine they could peek into his head and see how much you were on his mind. The memory he spent the most time on was the first day you were on the Bebop.

You came down the stairs wearing his shirt and old shorts, asking about lunch. A few buttons were undone, revealing your collarbones and just a tantalizing sliver of your chest. The shorts showed off your alluring legs, which looked supple and soft to the touch. Your hair was messy, sticking out in all directions, and you were rubbing your eyes sleepily. Spike was so grateful that he was alone in the living room, that he got this memory all to himself. You were truly a sight, both elegant and adorable at the same time.

He craved to see you like that again. You were always attractive, but this one specific memory was one he loved. He imagined you sleeping next to him looking like that, with your arms wrapped around his torso and lost in pleasant dreams.

Stop it.

Opening his eyes, Spike stared at the ceiling. Feelings that were so hated, so feared, were coming back. He had succeeded at repressing them for a while after his departure from the Red Dragon Syndicate. Freedom came at a cost. Spike learned that people would do anything to save themselves, even if it meant cutting and running from the person that “mattered” most to them. It was a memory he tried to forget, but a lesson to be carried for a lifetime.

That was it. Why he pushed you away. He had no trust in you. You would be gone soon anyway, so there was no reason to put effort into getting close.

Spike put out his cigarette and grabbed his radio. He trudged up the stairs to his room, wishing he could avoid the inevitable emo self-therapy session. He was so used to bottling up his emotions that thinking about his dilemmas out in the open felt like a crime. If he didn’t get it out now, it would bother the hell out of him until he blew up at some poor, unsuspecting victim.

Letting the door close behind him, Spike plopped his radio on his desk. Shrugging off his jacket, he laid back on his bed to think.

He had been hurt before, so many times. It happened to him so often in the past that another heartbreak felt overdue. Spike knew that but kept thinking that it would be different with you.

You were already different from the others. You kept to yourself, didn’t argue with Jet or Faye. You were a model crew member. You wished everyone, including Spike, good morning and good night. You followed the rules and did as you were told. After a hunt, you still brought home food to everyone, even when you had lost the bounty. You were kind and caring and great to be around and beautiful...

Spike sighed in frustration. It was getting harder to deny how much he wanted you. He groaned into his pillow. Sitting up, he realized that just laying there wasn’t going to help anything.

I need relief, he thought. Even if it was only for a second.

Reluctantly, Spike indulged in fantasies about you. It was a nice pastime in moments of stress, though he realized it was going to be hard to get rid of this habit after you left.

Spike saved his fantasies for himself, like a treat. He wanted to savor every sweet, delicious, moment all to himself. Oh god, he was desperate for more. Everything about you, your voice, your body, even the way you walked, turned him on.

You seem stressed, Spike could hear you say. I can help with that, you whispered.

Spike knew what he needed to do to ease this tension. He glanced at the clock. You and the crew wouldn’t be back for another hour. Plenty of time to do what he needed to do.

What could’ve happened if your ship hadn’t caught fire? Spike thought.

The memories of that night kept coming back. Your hands trailing down Spike’s chest were constantly on his mind. The pressure of your fingertips, the hazy look in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, and your wet, intoxicating lips begging for his... Too much to bear while laying completely still.

A haze settled into Spike’s head, blurring his thoughts. He needed more.

What could happen if no one was on the Bebop when you came down wearing his clothes?

Spike would pick you up, tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Marching to his room, he would throw you on the bed, slamming the door behind him. Prying your legs apart, he would want to taste every drop from your aching, wet pussy. Your sweet, soft moans would bounce off the walls, his name dribbling out of your mouth like honey. He could only imagine how you would beg for him to pound into you, your tight walls clenching over his rock-hard cock. Gripping onto your hips, he would spank your ass, listening to you cry out for him to let you cum.

Cheeks hot from his lustful thoughts, Spike lifted his hips to wiggle down his pants to his ankles. He palmed himself through his underwear, imagining that it was your hands instead. He could already feel his cock throbbing, begging to be played with.

He tugged his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. Spitting into his hand, he lathered his saliva all over himself, from the base to the head. Pumping himself, Spike dove deeper into his imagination. He would love to see you riding him, the thought of your pussy moving up and down on his cock and the sight of your tits bouncing sent ripples through Spike.

Huffing softly, he winced and groaned, his hand never tiring to find his orgasm. God, if you were here, the number of positions and rounds he could go. If given the chance, Spike would fuck you until the end of time. He desperately wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel the softness of your tits, to feel your nipples harden at his touch. Or his fingers rubbing your sensitive clit, your pussy desperate to cum on his cock.

“I-I just wanna..” Spike moaned softly, letting his daydreaming slip into reality. He imagined his pleasure as your own, the thought of your head bobbing up and down on his dick brought him closer to cumming. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, precum already spilling out.

He imagined the feeling of your tongue flattening to lick and swirl around him, licking from the base to the tip and taking all of him to the back of your throat. He would watch you take him, while your hazy eyes gazed up at him. With his fingers tangled in your hair, he would guide your head to the speed and pressure he wanted.

You would look so pretty with his cum spilling out of your mouth. Watching as you tried to catch your breath, he wouldn’t be able to resist tasting himself on you. God, that was hot to think about. He surprised himself with thoughts like that. Spike hadn’t felt like this in a long time and certainly had never thought like this before. You awoke new fantasies and kinks inside him, and he wanted to see what else you could do.

He imagined running his tongue over your sensitive clit, pinning your shaking legs to the bed. Flipping over so you could ride his face, smothering him in your wet pussy. Running his hands down your sides feeling the heat of your body against his.

Picking up the pace, Spike sucked his breath in through his teeth, warmth slowly building inside of him. All he could think of was falling right over the edge, losing himself in his pleasure.

He was getting so close, the height of his bliss sky high.

“Oh yes, (y/n)...” Spike moaned. Fuck holding all of it in, he thought. Every single room on this ship is going to hear and know who was making him feel good. He winced, unable to stop loudly repeating your name over and over.

He was so close. Every scene, fantasy, and memory came crashing down, flashing behind his eyes all at once. A ball of ecstasy rolled down Spike’s spine, through his stomach, and into his cock. He wanted you to feel this with him, for this feeling to last forever. You both reaching orgasm, the crescendo of intensity reaching its peak.

“G-god, (y/n) I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

“What the fuck?”

Spike had been so focused on his fantasy, he hadn’t heard the door opening. He didn’t notice you standing in the doorway, shocked to see him playing with himself while moaning your name. Your jaw was slack and your cheeks were bright red, embarrassed, and trying to make sense of the scene in front of you. Stunned, you incredulously repeated yourself.

“What the fuck?!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Spike fumbled with his belt, desperately trying to pull his pants back up. “(Y/N), I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were-“

When he looked back up, you had disappeared from his doorway. The heavy door to your room slammed shut, the clank echoing through the hallway.

This was definitely not a daydream.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Getting away with it (10/?)

Summary: August Walker was dead. At least that’s what people believed for almost 2 years. When the CIA found reason to believe that he was alive they made it their top priority to find him. Including sending one of their best female agents to recruit his twin brother. Walter Marshall.  

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: angst, implied smut in the flashback, cursing

Wordcount: 2.139

A/N: And we’re back. Thank you for sticking around and waiting. I hope you have “fun” with this. Updates will be thursdays from now on. And because I don’t want to pressure myself I won’t promise weekly updates. Just know that I still have big plans for this. There’s a year of plot to get through until the last chapter and we’ve barely covered two months with these 10 chapters so buckle up lol

Masterlist

Previous chapter

two weeks later, CIA Bootcamp

“What’s up with you today, Walter?” He heard his trainer ask, while Marshall rubbed a hand over his jaw. He wasn’t fully there today. Not after talking to Walker for hours last night.

He shook his head.

“I’m okay. Let’s just get over with it.”  Marshall sighed, before he brought his arms up in front of his face, widening his stance, promising to himself to pay attention to what his trainer said.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe it only had been three weeks since he left Walker and Evie on their own. Ever since Walker answered his daily phone call in tears, after August was there with her, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guilty for not being there to protect her. Guilty for leaving to get ready be able to catch his own twin brother, even if right now killing him was the thought that came to his mind, knowing fully well that wasn’t what he was supposed to do. He wanted to bring him to justice. 

He never had been a violent person, but the more he learned about August, the angrier he got. 

But it wasn’t just August who he was angry at. He was also angry at Walker. He was angry because she let him in. She let him touch her. She let him fuck her. And he knew he had no right to feel that way. Because he had no right whatsoever when it came to Walker. Strong and beautiful Walker who he dreamed of in his lonely nights. Wondering how her skin would feel on his, how she would taste when he kissed her. What would make her whimper against his lips.

Breathing in deep, he shook his head. It was another lonely night. Walker would call soon, and he had to get himself in control.

He knew that deep down she still had feelings for August. How couldn’t she? They were married. She thought they would spend their whole lives together, only to find out that she married a crazy person. Yet he couldn’t understand why she let him fuck her.

And he couldn’t understand why he was jealous it wasn’t him who got to fuck her.

“Get a grip, Marshall.” He groaned to himself. 

He felt his phone buzz and smiled as he read his daughter’s name. Was it weird, that he seemed to talk to her more as he was far away?

“Hey Dad.” Faye smiled 

“Hey you. How was your math test?” He asked, making himself comfortable in his hotel bed.

He saw her make a face.

“Don’t know. Not feeling good about it. And I studied so much. God I hate school.” She groaned, making Walter almost chuckle.

“We will see. And hey one day you gonna miss school.”

“I highly doubt it.” She rolled her eyes.“Oh I have news!” She said excitedly.

“Do tell.” Walter smiled.

“Mom agreed that I can spend one week of the holidays with you.”

“That’s great. I have to check in with Walker first though, you know that.”

“I know. But… I wanna see you Dad.” Faye sighed.

“I wanna see you too, Munchkin. I need someone to take over Frozen duty for me. It’s all Evie talks about.” He shook his head.

“So… You and Walker… Do you like her Dad?” Faye asked, catching him off guard.

“Uhm… She’s a friend.” He said.

“But is she a friend or… a friend friend.” Faye wiggled her eyebrows, making Walter laugh.

“Missy, aren’t you a little young for talks like that.”

“I’m not…. I….” She pressed her eyes closed. “I kissed a boy today, Dad.” 

She opened only one eye to look into the camera, to see Walter’s reaction. Walter in the meantime was speechless. His first instinct was to freak out. Because his little innocent daughter got kissed by a boy and he wasn’t around. But the longer he thought about it, the prouder he was, Faye told him about it. So Walter sighed, seeing Faye open her eyes looking hesitantly at him.

“Do you like this boy?” Walter asked.

“I… really like him, Dad.”

He looked at his daughter. Who would turn 14 years old in only two months. He wanted to tell her that she knew nothing about liking someone, that she should go back to watching Frozen all day. But his little daughter was growing up. And much faster than he liked to admit.

“I wanna meet him when I’m back.” Walter said, watching as she breathed out in relief.

“I think you know him already. It’s Ethan….”

Smiling softly Walter ended the video chat with his daughter. He had to admit that it was kind of adorable seeing her have a crush on someone. Even if deep down he still wanted to check the boy out. She was right. He knew Ethan. Walter went to school with his parents, which was a plus, cause he knew they were good people. His phone buzzed again.

Still awake? A text from Walker.

Barely. He wrote back.

Can you talk to me until I fall asleep? She wrote back. Walter sighed, before he pressed the dial button.

Langley, Virginia, the same time

Hopeful, Walker stared at her phone screen. It was late, and she knew it, but somehow hearing Walter’s voice until she fell asleep was the only thing that kept her sane at the moment. She had gotten in bed with Evie until she was asleep and then busied herself with sorting out her office.

After the CIA basically took everything from her office after August was in her house, she now had nothing left other than her computer and some books. She knew right away what files had been missing when Miller sat her down in her living room.

Her dead husband was now on top of the most wanted list because the CIA suspected he was  planning to release anthrax. They just didn’t know where.

As soon as they found out they had sent a team to secure the scientist August had been searching for, only to find him gone from the facility he had been in for the last years.

She felt so guilty. Guilty for not noticing earlier that he had been there. Guilty for not stopping him. Guilty for not killing him. Guilty for enjoying his hands on her body. Guilty that she let it get that far.But mostly she felt guilty towards Walter.

He had stayed on the phone with her until Miller knocked on her door. Somehow Walter had informed him of what happened. She still didn’t know how. He was close to just canceling the boot camp to rush to her side. In a weird way she felt like she had cheated on him. Which was insane because he wasn’t more than just a friend to her. Probably the closest friend she had made in the last 10 years. And she didn’t even notice it.

Her phone buzzed, showing Walter calling. A smile sneaked to her face.

“Hey.” She answered.

“Hey yourself.” She couldn’t help but smile as she snuggled herself into her bed.

“How’s Evie?”

“Oh she’s fine. She actually painted something for you. I can send you a pic tomorrow.”

“That would be great.” There was a pause on his end of the line.

“How are you today?” He asked softly.

“I haven’t cried the whole day.” She chuckled. “The bruises are fading. At least the ones on my body. But I don’t want to talk about that today. Did Josh kick your ass?” She asked, making Walter groan.

“I can’t feel my arms anymore.”

Her phone was still in her hand when she woke up the next morning. It was saturday and she only woke up because someone was tickling her feet. Opening one eye she could see Evie hiding at the end of the bed, giggling as quietly as possible. Walker groaned as she turned to lay on her back, pretending to be still asleep. Through hooded eyes she could see Evie sneaking closer. And just before she could tickle her again, Walker pulled herself up, catching Evie by surprise. The girl shrieked as Walker put her arms around her and pulled her on top of her.

“Moooommy.” She giggled, making Walker smile.

“Good morning sweetie.” Walker yawned.

“I’m hungry.” Evie grinned.

“You’re always hungry.” Walker chuckled.

“Can we have pancakes? Like Walter’s?” She asked.

“With bananas and strawberries?” Walker asked. Evie nodded.

“I can do that. Go brush your teeth and I’ll be right down.” She said. Evie kissed her cheek, making Walker smile before she climbed down the bed. Walker looked after her daughter for a while before she got out of bed too. Stretching her muscles on her way to the bathroom, she sighed when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. The bruises August left on her body were all gone, except for the bite on her shoulder. She could still see it every time she looked into the mirror. Pulling her shirt further up she leaned down to wash her face. 

Today she wouldn’t think of August. Today she would spend quality time with her daughter. And face time with her and Walter. Because Walker wasn’t the only one missing him. Evie was too.

unknown location, same day.

“We’re gonna touch down soon, better buckle up.” The man next to him said. A pilot August had paid to fly them to the other side of the country. He nodded at the man before he turned around and looked at the scientist who was sleeping peacefully as if nothing had happened in these last two weeks.

August looked out of the window into the dark sky. It was the middle of the night and he could see so many stars, he was reminded back to the night in Russia with Walker in the middle of nowhere. Walker.

He still couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. That she wouldn’t welcome him back with open arms was a given, but using her safeword during sex? That had never happened. And they had done all kinds of kinky shit back in the day.

6 years ago, New York

“I won’t break August.” She smiled up at him.

“What makes you so sure of that?” August smirked, letting his hands wander up her thighs as she sat on top of him, already naked and so inviting.

“No one ever succeeded.”

“Well, you’ve never been dominated by me, haven’t you?” He smirked, his hands grabbing her perfect tits, squeezing them in his hands. They were the perfect size, her nipples poking against his hand.

“Mmmhh… yes.” She began to slowly roll her hips on top of him, and he could feel himself getting hard again. What was it about this woman that made him this aroused? Why did he care if he hurt her? Deep down August knew the answer, but he wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet.

“What is your safe word?” He asked.

“I don’t have one.” She frowned, biting her lip as one of her hands sneaked in between her legs, playing with her clit. August was mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

“Then think of one. It could be anything. I will stop immediately once you say it. Promise.” 

“Hmm….” She sighed. He slowly pulled himself up, catching her left nipple in between his lips, nibbling on it.

“Glitter.” She breathed, closing her eyes.

“Glitter?” He asked against her skin, before he bit over the soft skin of her breast, making her moan loudly.

“Yes. Glitter is my safeword.”

Present day

In all the years they had been together she had never used her safe word. Not when he fingerfucked her under the table during one of her CIA meetings, and not when he had spanked her so hard, she couldn’t sit properly for three days.

But this? This was enough for her to call it? He couldn’t forget the look in her eyes as she sank down on the kitchen wall, tears in her eyes as she screamed at him to leave her be.  

The woman he loved seemed to have nothing but hate left for him. Had another man living with her and he still didn’t know who exactly he was. 

The woman he loved had no sign of him left in her life except their daughter who had no idea who he even was. 

His precious Evie.

The girl he gave up everything for. 

For her future.

The ground came closer as the plane approached landing. Looking behind him he caught the eyes of the scientist who now was awake before he looked up front again.

If everything went right, in only a few weeks he would be reunited with his daughter. Even if it meant getting rid of the woman he loved. 

-> Next chapter

[squirrelly831]

Grinding [Minho and Taemin]

If the title didn’t explain anything… this is smutty. Obviously. I don’t write smut much anymore. It’s too weird haha.

Enjoy~

Minho

Ellie didn’t mean to grind on her boyfriend when she did. She was so focused on her video game as she sat on Minho’s legs. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Tae!” She laughed in her headphone microphone. She was playing Mario Cart, a game that she should never play while on her boyfriend.

Minho sucked in a breath when she first twisted on him. She barely scraped against him, but it was enough to get his attention. “Ellie” he stuttered. “Maybe you should sit beside me?”

“After this round. I can’t just move yet!” She twisted once more and Minho felt his dick begin to rise.

He kept telling himself that it was a mistake. That she wasn’t trying to work him up. Minho tried to think of other things than the idea of her warm wet insides wrapped around him. However, with each jerk and bounce, she made it harder to do. “Babe” he choked on his words as sweat began to form as he held back from bucking into her.

“Not now babe! Later” Ellie brushed his hand off her shoulder as she leaned to the side as she passed Taemin’s character. “YES! In your face” she cheered as she watched her avatar go across the finish line.

When she jumped on Minho’s growing bulge, he threw his head back as he felt only moments from cumming in his pants due to his girlfriend’s actions. He stifled a moan as he felt her bounce on him. The image of her riding him just worked him up further, “Fuck” he groaned breathlessly. “Babe, call it quits.”

Ellie shrugged him off, “After this round, babe.” She called back.

Minho eyes darkened annoyed with her response. He shot up, reached around Ellie, and put his hand over the control as he leaned forward pressing his bulge into between her legs. He pulled her headphone off her ear, “If you don’t end this game, so help me I’ll fuck you right here and Taemin will hear ever whine that leaves your lips.” He reached down and undid her pants, “And you won’t get to cum until I tell you–get out the game, baby girl.” He teased her.

Ellie chewed on her lips as the heat between them rose, “I ha-have to go Tae.” She shook as she turned off the game.

Minho smirked, “Good choice. Now let’s go to the bedroom.”

Taemin

Faye sucked down drink by drink as she silently cursed her best friend, Taemin, for encouraging her to go to the club with him. She observed the crowd and rolled her eyes. There wasn’t a single person she could see herself hooking up with at the end of the night. Asides her best friend… She shook her head, “No, none of that. We already said to let it go.” She cursed herself as she tore her eyes away from Taemin who was on the dance floor dancing with a random woman.

“You wanna dance?”

Faye looked over to see a man who, though not as hot as Taemin, was hot enough to convince herself would make for a good one night stand. She turned on her charm as she set down her drink and got close to the man. She bit her bottom lip and pressed herself to him, “Only if you can keep up.” The man eyed her before he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Taemin, long but abandoned his dance partner, gulped as he saw the way Faye’s body move against the man she danced with. He clenched his jaw as he felt jealousy prick him. He tossed his beer onto the island uncaring about where it landed as he made his way to Faye and the man. His fingers twitched as he wanted nothing more than to deck the man that pawed on her. When he reached them, he pulled Faye from the man’s grasp despite his protest. “She’s my girlfriend. Back off” he snarled.

The man rushed off as Faye looked back at him with an annoyed look. “You told me to have fun and the moment I did, you chase the guy off?”

Taemin met her eyes with his own predatory gaze, “I didn’t mean to have fun with other men. If you wanted to dance you should have just asked.” Faye pulled away from him, but he took her wrist in his hand and tugged her to him. “Just one dance” he whispered in her ear. Faye tsked as she reluctantly agreed and Taemin simply swiped his tongue over his upper lip with a look of absolute hunger.

Faye didn’t think she’d ever dance sexually with her best friend. Yet here she was, pressed against him, her ass grinded against him, and his hands on her hips guiding her into his ever growing bulge.

Taemin’s head hung at her neck and his hot breath rolled over her shoulder, “Do you feel how hard you made me?” He was swimming in pure lust. If it wasn’t that they were in such a public spot, Taemin was sure he would take Faye right there on the dance floor. He pressed a heated kiss on her collarbone as his hand cupped and squeezed her breast. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he groaned.

Faye bucked against him earning a groan. She grinded harder against him until he felt himself snap. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out the club. “Where are we going?”

Taemin said nothing as he guided her to the nearest hotel and got a room. It wasn’t just some simple love motel, but a possible three or four star. He took the card and led her to the room and pulled her inside when he opened the door. He shut the door with her body as he pressed her against it and kissed her. Taemin’s hands ventured to parts of her body he only imagined he’d ever touch. He broke the kiss as he descended down her jaw to her neck, “Tell me you don’t want this now and I’ll stop” he said between kisses. “Otherwise, I plan to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.”

Faye let out a whimper as she grinded into him again, “Don’t stop, Taemin…” she begged.

“Fuck…” He growled as he slapped her ass. He guided her leg up to his abdomen and she quickly wrapped her other one around him. He walked over to the neatly made bed and threw her down on it, “Good because I really didn’t want to stop.” He growled as he pulled off his shirt before he climbed on top of her. His lips captured hers again as he grinded down on her. He felt like he could cum just like that, but he held back. “I hope you realize” he grunted as she undid his pants, “I don’t plan on this being a one night stand.” His tongue swiped his lips as he took in the taste of her lips, “I’ll make you mine. You know that, right?”

Faye’s eyes filled with lust and Taemin held back from devouring her. “Make me yours, Taemin” she whispered breathlessly.

His lips twitched as he smirked. His hand pulled at her shirt, “With pleasure.”

Part I

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Written & revamped by Squirrelly831

♕ REQUEST

☮ SHINee MASTERLIST

∞ ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

[fayevieira]

all night

eli & faye december 3rd

Eli looks at Faye as he drives them to the hotel where they decided to meet up with Tyler, a guy they met on tinder who they both liked and was interested in having a threesome with them.  "You're sure about this, right, baby? Because there's still time for me to turn around if you're having any second thoughts." 

Faye squeezes his hand and looks over at him with a smile, “I’m sure. We’re gonna have fun.” 

He smiles at her, "Okay, I love you." 

She leans over and kisses his cheek, “I love you. Always.” 

Eli nods his head, "Have you settled on your final ground rules?" 

Faye leans her chin on his shoulder and hums, “Well, I mean same rules apply I think. Condoms and don’t like him more than me.” She grins and shrugs, “Do you have any?” 

He chuckles, "You don't like him more than me!" 

She giggles and shakes her head, “Never. But I don’t know if anything seems too far, I’ll let you know.” 

Eli nods and kisses her forehead, "Okay, sounds good. Do you wanna get a couple of drinks at the bar first?" 

She nods with a smile, “Thats a good idea.” 

He nods and parks the car before getting out and opening her door for her, holding his hand out. 

Faye grins and gets out of the car, taking his hand as she does. 

Eli smiles and holds her hand, bringing inside before going to the desk to check into their room first. 

She hums and swings their hands a little as she follows him to check in. 

He gets their room key and smiles before squeezing her hand and going to the bar to get a drink with her. 

Faye grins and follows him over to the bar, sliding onto the seat next to him. 

Eli smiles and rests his hand on the small of her back, “What would you like?” 

She hums softly and shrugs, “Vodka soda?” 

He nods and gets the bartender’s attention before ordering two vodka sodas. 

Faye puts her hand on his leg and squeezes it, “You excited?” 

“Yeah, I’m actually kinda nervous,” he laughs. 

She smiles at him and shakes her head, “You’ll be okay, babe.” 

Eli smiles at her, "I just wanna be good." 

Faye kisses his cheek gently, “You will, you always are.” 

He kisses her quickly before their drinks are dropped off. 

She grins and takes her drink, holding it up to his, “Cheers, baby.” 

"Cheers," he chuckles and clinks his glass against hers before taking a drink. 

Faye giggles and taps her glass against his before taking a sip. 

Eli looks at her curiously, "How could you tell? That I'm bi?" 

She raises her eyebrows and smiles, “I don’t know. I just assumed you were open like I am. We are both similar in that sense you know?” 

He nods and smiles, "Yeah. It makes sense." 

Faye smiles and sips her drink, “Have you ever experienced before this?” 

Eli shrugs, "I've hooked up with guys a few times but mostly blamed it on drinking." 

She laughs with a nod, “Thats fair. But obviously shouldn’t be ashamed.” 

He nods and smiles, "Right, I just.. I don't know, didn't know how my friends would think of me if they found out. And like honestly I thought about sucking off Carson but didn't wanna make things weird." 

Faye raises her eyebrows as she sips her drink, “Do you think it would?” 

Eli hums a little and shrugs, "I don't know." 

She squeezes his leg and smiles, “You could ask him if we do it again.” 

His brows raise, "I don't know.." 

Faye kisses his cheek with a smile, “I get it though.” 

Eli smiles, "I know you do, I love you." 

She kisses him quickly and smiles, “I love you.” 

He grins and drinks more from his glass, rubbing her leg, "How are you feeling?" 

Faye hums softly with a smile, “Anxious but excited.” 

Eli smiles, “Why anxious?” 

She sips her drink with a shrug, “I guess it’s more anticipation than anxious.” 

He grins and squeezes her thigh gently. 

Faye smiles and kisses his cheek gently. 

Eli blushes a little and grins. 

Faye hums and winks at him, “Love you.” 

He grins widely, "I love you too." 

She sips her drink with a smile, “What time is he supposed to be here?” 

Eli looks at the entrance and his cheeks flush as he sees Tyler walk in, “He’s here now..” 

Tyler walks into the hotel bar and waves at Fayeli. “Hey guys, nice to meet you!” He grins at them. Faye turns in her seat and smiles back at him, “Nice to meet you, too.” 

Eli smiles and shakes his hand, “Can I get you a drink?” 

The other boy nods and slides into the barstool next to them, “Yeah, whatever you guys are having.” 

Eli gets the bartenders attention and orders Tyler a drink. 

Faye sips her drink and smiles over at him. Tyler nods a thank you, “So..have you guys done this before?” 

He nods a little, “kind of. We’d had another girl and another couple but that’s it.” 

Tyler nods as his drink comes and he takes a sip, “Nice. Yeah, I’ve done it a couple times with a mix of variations so, I’m excited.” 

“Us too,” he smiles at him, “do you have any boundaries?” 

Tyler hums softly and tilts his head to the side, “Not really. I don’t like too much bondage on myself. Like being tied up or choking. Other people is fine but I don’t want to be.” 

Eli nods his head, “I never done anything besides a short hook up with a guy before...” 

Tyler smiles over at him and nods, “Are you open to exploring?” 

His cheeks heat up and he smiles shyly “Very much so..” 

Faye squeezes his leg with a smile. Tyler nods and grins, “Great. Do you have any boundaries for me?” 

Eli laughs shyly, “I probably just cant bottom..” 

He nods with a chuckle, “That’s alright, not everyone is or can be.” 

Eli rubs Faye’s thigh, “Are you both?” 

Tyler nods with a shrug, “Yeah, I’ve done both.” 

Eli squeezes her leg and looks at both of them, “Do we wanna head up?” 

Faye finishes her drink and nods, “Yeah, lets go.” She grins and slides off her seat. 

He quickly finishes his drink and gets up, taking her hand. 

Tyler finishes his drink and stands up. She takes Eli’s hand and smiles before leading them to elevators. 

He follows and squeezes her hand before going in with them and he looks at Tyler, swallowing thickly before looking down at Faye. 

Faye squeezes his hand back reassuringly as Tyler gives them a little smile. 

Eli’s face heats up and he bites his lip before taking Tyler’s hand and tugging him closer to them. 

He smirks and moves closer to them, moving his hand to stroke Faye’s cheek. 

“Kiss him, babe,” he smirks. 

Faye grins and leans up to press her lips to his. 

Eli stands behind Faye and squeezes her hips as he watches them. 

Tyler moves his hand onto her waist as he kisses her back deeply. 

He presses his hips to Faye’s backside and smirks, “So hot..” 

Faye nips at Tyler’s lower lip with a whimper before pulling back as the doors open. 

Eli pulls away and takes her hand, bringing them to the room before unlocking the door and going inside with them. 

Faye grins and follows him inside before going over to the bed. 

He grins as he follows her. 

She smirks at them, “You two kiss now.” 

Eli pulls Tyler to him before moving his hand to his cheek and kissing him. 

Tyler grins and returns the kiss, moving his hand to his side. Faye smirks wider and shifts to the edge of the bed on her knees. 

He deepens the kiss and moves his fingers into the other boy’s hair. 

Tyler grips his shirt and kisses him harder. 

Eli makes a small noise and parts Tyler’s lips with his before starting to push his shirt up his body. 

Faye grins as starts to take her own shirt off while watching them. Tyler moves his tongue against Eli’s as he slides his hand under his shirt. 

He moves his tongue ring over Tyler’s tongue and briefly breaks the kiss to peel his shirt off. 

Faye moves her tongue with his as she reaches down and places her hand over his. Tyler leans his head back and whimpers. 

Eli breaks the kiss and smirks, “Like how he tastes?” 

She grins with a nod, “So good...” 

He grins and moves off of Tyler. 

Tyler chuckles and shakes his head, “Fuck, your tongue ring is so hot..” 

Eli grins at him, "Thank you." 

Faye nods with a smirk before crawling over to Eli, tugging on his pants to pull them down his legs. 

He smirks down at her, "Thank you, baby." He moves his hand to the back of Tyler's head before kissing him deeply. 

Tyler kisses him back harder as Faye presses her lips to his stomach and pulls his boxers down his legs. 

Eli makes a small noise into the kiss and moves his fingers into Tyler's hair. 

Faye flicks her tongue against his tip as she watches them. Tyler moves his tongue against his and slides his hand down his chest. 

He whimpers against Tyler's lips and brings his other hand into Faye's hair. 

She smirks and moves her tongue up his length. Tyler tugs on his lower lip and smirks. 

Eli groans and smirks back at Tyler. 

Tyler hums and kisses down his neck. Faye wraps her hand around his base and gently sucks on his tip. 

He tilts his head to the side and grips Faye's hair, moaning her name under his breath. 

Faye smirks against him as she drops her head down, taking more of him into her mouth. Tyler nips at his neck and brushes his fingers over Eli’s nipples. 

Eli groans and tries to keep his hips still and he tugs on both of their hair. 

She moans against him as she twists her hand and bobs her head.  Tyler smirks and kisses down to his chest. 

He moans louder and looks down at them, "So fucking hot.." 

Faye smirks as she looks up at him and pulls back slightly, “Tyler, help me.” He grins and shifts down next to her before moving his tongue gently against his length. 

Eli lets out a deep groan, leaning up on his elbows to see them better. 

She grins and moves her tongue with his before meeting his lips in a kiss. Tyler flicks tongue against hers and Eli’s tip. 

He groans and tilts his head back, "Fuck.." 

Tyler smirks before wrapping his lips around his tip. Faye hums and twists her hand around his base. 

Eli moans and bites his lip, "So good.." 

Faye moves her hand from his length and  kisses his thigh a few times. Tyler takes more of him into his mouth and looks up at him. 

He groans deeply and tugs on Tyler's hair, "Fuck, you're sucking my cock so good.." 

He moans softly and moves his head up and down. Faye smirks and moves her hand to fondle him below his base. 

He lets out a louder moan and laughs, "Wait, wait, I don't wanna come.." 

Tyler pulls back slightly and teases his tip with his tongue again. Faye nods and kisses his hip. 

Eli whimpers and tries to draw his hips back a little and laughs before smirking down at Faye, "I wanna watch you on your knees, trying to go down on both of us." 

Tyler pulls back and smirks at Faye. She raises her eyebrows and grins before shifting off the bed, “Come here.” 

He stands up and holds his hand out to Tyler. 

Tyler takes his hand and stands up next to him. Faye grins up at both of them, sliding a hand down each of their chest before leaning up to kiss Eli. 

Eli returns the kiss, moving his hand to her cheek. 

Faye kisses him deeply before pulling back and shifting to kiss Tyler just as hard. 

He moves his hand to her bottom and rubs it gently before spanking her. 

Tyler smirks against her lips and slides his hand over her hip. She jumps and whimpers into the kiss before pulling back and shifting onto her knees in front of them. 

Eli watches her and smirks, "So fucking sexy.' 

Both of her hands move to wrap around their lengths and stroke them slowly as she smirks up at them. 

He groans and looks at them, "Can I take pictures?" 

Tyler looks up at Eli and nods before groaning and looking down at her. Faye nods her head as she moves her tongue to flick against Tyler’s tip before doing the same to Eli’s. 

Eli whimpers and reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone before taking a few pictures of her. 

He groans under his breath as he watches her. Faye continues to stroke both of them before moving to gently suck on Eli’s tip. 

He groans and switches to video, recording her for a moment. 

She looks up at him and smirks before pressing her tongue flat against his tip. 

Eli moans before leaning over and kissing Tyler. 

Faye switches and moves her mouth to Tyler’s shaft, moving her tongue against his tip. Tyler groans into the kiss and grips Faye’s hair. 

He kisses him eagerly, moving his fingers into his hair. 

Her hand continues to move along both of them as she sucks on Tyler’s tip with a moan. Tyler kisses him back just as eagerly and tugs on her hair. 

Eli groans and sucks on his tongue. 

Faye looks up at them before moving back over to Eli, wrapping her lips around him and moving her head down to bob her head slowly. Tyler drops his hand from her hair and moans into the kiss. 

He moans louder and pulls back to kiss down Tyler’s neck. 

She moans against his length as she sucks her cheeks in and brushes her thumb over Tyler’s tip. Tyler tilts his head to the side as he jerks his hips forward slightly. 

Eli sucks hard on his neck to leave a mark and tugs on Faye’s hair with a groan. 

Faye smirks and switches over to Tyler, starting to bob her head eagerly. Tyler groans deeply and moves his other hand onto the back of Eli’s. 

Eli pulls back and heatedly kisses down Tyler’s body before dropping to his knees next to Faye. 

She pulls back with a grin as she looks over at Eli. Tyler bites his lower lip as he shifts closer to them. 

He smirks and holds Tyler's base before running his tongue along one side of his length. 

Faye smirks at him and does the same on the other side. Tyler groans and grips Eli’s hair in one hand. 

Eli moves his tongue against Tyler’s length and against Faye’s tongue before moving his hand to play with the other man below his base. 

She moans and moves her tongue against his tip then Eli’s tongue before sucking on his tip gently. Tyler’s other hand grips Faye’s hair, “Fuck..this is so hot..” 

He grabs his phone and holds it up to Tyler with the camera open before ducking his head down to suck on him below his base. 

Tyler takes the phone and starts recording them before he groans louder. Faye looks up at the camera as she takes more of him into her mouth until she feels him hit the back of her throat. 

Eli moves his hand to hold Faye’s head down against Tyler and he looks up at the camera as he swirls his tongue around his skin. 

Faye whimpers and closes her eyes as Tyler cries out and leans his head back, “Oh fuck!” 

He sucks on him there again and drops his hand from Faye’s head before using his other hand to gently massage his taint. 

Tyler’s hips jerk as he tugs on their hair, “I’m gonna come..” Faye whimpers louder before gripping his thighs and hallowing out her cheeks. 

Eli presses his fingers harder and keeps moving his tongue against him. 

He groans louder as he feels his stomach tighten and he releases into Faye’s mouth. Faye moans against him and bobs her head a few times as she swallows. 

He pulls back and smirks at her before kissing her hard on the mouth. 

Faye makes a soft sound and returns the kiss. Tyler leans back to sit on the bed as he turns off the camera and tries to catch his breath. 

Eli runs his tongue over Faye’s and pulls back with a smirk. “Tastes better in your mouth.” 

She hums softly before giving Eli a grin, “That was fun.” 

He grins and nods before getting up and holding his hands out to her. “Hey, Ty, wanna see how Faye can squirt?” He asks with a smirk. 

Faye takes his hands and stands up with a soft giggle. Tyler raises his brows and smirks, “Absolutely.” 

Eli grins and spanks her gently, “Get on the bed, legs wide open for us. Maybe if you ask Tyler nice he can help you.” 

She jumps and whimpers before getting onto the bed, spreading her legs open and sliding her hands over her thighs. 

He grins and leans down to lick her from her entrance to her clit. 

Faye leans her head back and moans softly. Tyler smirks as he watches them and slides to lay next to Faye, nipping at her jaw. 

Eli sucks on her clit and groans against her. 

She arches her back as she rolls her hips towards him. Tyler hums against her skin before kissing down to her collarbone. 

He stands up and taps her center a few times, “So wet from sucking our cocks..” 

Faye nods as she looks up at Eli with a whimper, “I’m soaking, babe. I need to come, I’m aching for it..” 

Eli groans and pushes two fingers into her and thrusts them up and down instead of in and out, hitting her g spot each time. 

She cries out and arches her chest up, “Fuck!” Tyler watches Eli’s fingers before moving his own to tap her center. 

He watches her and makes a small noise, moving his fingers rougher. 

Faye grips Tyler’s hair as she pushes his head down toward her clit, “More!” She cries out as Tyler chuckles, “Beg for it, Faye..” 

Eli smirks and slows his fingers a little, “Tell him what you want or I won’t let you come.” 

She clenches the pillow behind her head as she moans louder, “I want your tongue on my aching clit. I need it..please..” Tyler smirks and raises his brows at Eli, “What do you think? Was that enough?” 

He smirks and nods his head, “Let her have it.” 

Tyler nods before leaning down to flick his tongue over her clit as Faye cries out even louder. 

Eli smirks and moves his fingers fast and hard again, “There you go, baby.” 

Faye feels her body start to quiver as she grips Tyler’s hair even harder, “Oh my god..I’m gonna..” She feels the pressure in her stomach build up before she hits her climax with a scream and squirts over his fingers. 

He smirks and keeps moving his fingers roughly to make her do it again, “Yes, baby, squirt all over my fingers. So fucking hot.” 

Tyler watches with a groan against her as he sucks on her clit. Faye’s hips writhe as she moans loudly. 

Eli tilts his head back and groans as he moves more roughly. 

Tyler moves his tongue faster as he looks up at her. Faye feels the pressure again as she tugs on Tyler’s hair and cries out, “Fuck! Fuck..fuck..” 

He groans as he watches them and keeps moving his fingers. 

Her body begins to shake again as she feels herself about to burst. Tyler pulls back so he can watch and rubs her clit roughly. Faye screams as she hits her climax again and squirts even harder. 

Eli slows his fingers and makes a small noise before withdrawing them, “Fuck yeah..” 

Tyler’s eyes widen slightly as he watches and slows his fingers to a stop, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before..” Faye’s body continues to shake as she drops her hand from his hair. 

He moves onto the bed and pulls Faye into his arms and he grins at Tyler, “The sexiest thing, right?” 

Faye curls into Eli as she whimpers softly and tries to calm down. Tyler smirks and nods his head, moving his hand over Faye’s back. 

Eli kisses her head a few times and smiles, “You can pick what we do next, baby.” 

She nods her head as she kisses his shoulder, “I need a minute. You two start something.” 

He grins and looks at Tyler, “Tell me what you want, Ty.” 

Tyler rubs Faye’s side as he smirks, “I wanna fuck her. And feel you.” 

He nods and smirks, grabbing them condoms and getting lube. 

Tyler grins with a nod as he kisses along Faye’s neck. 

Eli moves behind Tyler and kisses down his shoulder, moving his hands to massage his behind. 

He moans softly as he moves to press his lips to Faye’s deeply. 

He kisses to his neck before starting to kiss down his spine. 

Faye returns the kiss and slides her hand over his shoulder. Tyler makes a soft sound against her lips. 

Eli pulls back slightly to lift Tyler’s hips so he’s on his knees better before massaging his ass, “Can I eat you out before I fuck you?” 

Tyler shifts to move over Faye as he breaks the kiss and looks back at him with a nod as he moans softly. 

He nods and spanks one of his cheeks gently before spreading them. He leans in and licks at his hole. 

He drops his head against Faye’s shoulder as he groans. Faye smirks and runs her nails down his back. 

Eli presses his tongue ring against him and moves his head in little circles. 

Tyler bites down on Faye’s shoulder as he groans and grips the bedding. 

He smirks to himself and licks at him harder, spanking one of his cheeks hard. 

Faye kisses along his neck as she lifts her head a little to try and watch Eli. Tyler groans even louder and rocks his hips back to him. 

Eli pulls back and smirks, biting down on one of his cheeks before sucking on it hard to leave a mark. 

Tyler moans his name as he moves one hand to rub Faye’s center. Faye whimpers and leans her head back. 

He sits up and rolls the condom on himself before getting lube, putting some on his fingers before sliding them slowly into Tyler. 

He whimpers softly and drops his head again as he rubs Faye roughly. 

Eli grins and presses down on his g-spot as he moves his fingers in and out of him, “tell me when you’re ready..” 

Tyler groans as nods his head, “Let me get a condom for Faye.” He kisses her neck a few times before slipping his fingers past her entrance, “You’re so wet still.” Faye whimpers as she reaches around to grab the condom for him. 

He nods and spanks him again, thrusting his fingers harder. 

He moans and closes his eyes as he moves his own fingers in time with Eli’s. Faye moans louder as she opens the condom. 

Eli smirks down at them, “So sexy..” he moves his fingers faster. 

Tyler groans and pulls his hand back to shakily slide the condom on, “Fuck..Eli..” 

He gently withdraws his fingers and grins, “Get inside her and then I’ll get inside you..” 

Tyler nods again as he leans his forehead against Faye’s before slipping inside her slowly with a loud groan. Faye whimpers and digs her nails into his back. 

Eli puts lube on his length before putting more on Tyler. He sets his tip at his entrance before slowly pushing into him with a deep groan. 

Tyler pushes all the way inside her before letting out a grunt, “Fuck!” 

He leans down over Tyler, pressing his chest to his back and groans loudly as he pulls out of him and thrusts back into him hard to push Tyler’s hips into Faye’s hard too. 

Faye and Tyler moan in unison as he tries to move in sync with Eli. 

Eli groans and moves his hand to hold Faye’s lacing their fingers together as he pushes his hips into his hard and slow, moaning as he does, “Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight..” 

Faye squeezes his hand as she moans louder. Tyler grips Faye’s hip as he drops his head to her shoulder, “So good..” 

He starts to thrust deeper and faster with a groan before leaning over Tyler and kissing Faye hard. 

She returns the kiss and moans against his lips. Tyler keeps up the pace with Eli as he bites down on Faye’s shoulder as he groans. 

Eli moves his fingers of his other hand and grips the bedding tight, squeezing Faye’s hand. He groans against her lips and pulls back, nudging his nose against hers. 

Faye lets out a moan as the kiss breaks and she squeezes his hand tighter. Tyler digs his nails into her hip as he thrusts harder, “Fuck..I’m not gonna last much longer..” 

"Me neither," Eli groans and moves more eagerly, biting down on Tyler's shoulder. 

Faye cries out as she leans her head back. Tyler moves faster as his stomach clenches and he groans loudly, hitting his climax and releasing into the condom. 

Eli grunts loudly as his abdomen tightens and he slams his hips into Tyler's as he hits his orgasm hard, letting out a series of groans. 

Tyler keeps moving his hips quickly as he moves his hand to rub Faye’s clit. She cries out even louder before hitting her own climax. 

He groans and watches Faye's face, moving his hand to brush his thumb over her bottom lip. "Fucking hell.." 

Faye whimpers and leans into his touch. Tyler drops his hand from her hip and groans softly. 

Eli drops his head into Tyler’s neck and kisses it gently. 

She squeezes Eli’s hand as she tries to catch her breath. Tyler tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes. 

He kisses his skin a few more times before slowly pulling out of him with a whimper. 

Tyler groans against Faye’s neck as before pulling out of her himself, “Fuck..” 

Eli gets up and throws out his condom before laying down next to Faye on his back. 

He does the same as Eli and lays back on the other side of Faye with a breathless laugh. Faye smiles and leans her chin on Eli’s shoulder. 

He grins and kisses her forehead, moving his hand to rub her thigh. 

Faye moves her lips to his ear, “Love you.” She squeezes his hand over her thigh. 

Eli grins widely and whispers back, “Love you, too.. what do you wanna do next, baby?” 

She nudges her nose against his with a smile, “Can you put my plug in? Then maybe I can be in the middle, him in my mouth and you inside me?” 

“Yeah,” he grins and kisses her deeply for a moment. 

Faye returns the kiss with a soft sound, moving her hand to squeeze Tyler’s thigh. 

Eli pulls back and smirks at her, “Let him relax. On your hands and knees in front of him.” 

She nods her head and shifts on her hands and knees in front of Tyler. He smiles up at her and brushes his thumb over her lower lip. 

He grabs Faye’s plug and puts lube on it and her before pressing it to her hole as he kneels behind her. 

Faye moans and closes her eyes as she leans into Tyler’s touch. 

Eli makes a small noise as he slowly pushes her plug into her. 

She gasps and grips the bedding as she leans her head back. 

He groans softly and gets the plug all the way in before spanking her one cheek then the other hard. Then he leans in and licks her from her clit to her entrance. 

Faye cries out softly as her hips writhe, “Fuck..” 

Eli laps his tongue up and down her center before pushing it into her. 

She drops her head against Tyler’s stomach as she moans louder and he smirks down at them. 

He starts to thrust his tongue and he rubs her thighs. 

Faye moves her hand to stroke Tyler’s length as she cries out Eli’s name. He groans and moves his fingers through her hair. 

Eli moves his tongue harder and faster before moving his hands to massage her bottom. 

She moves her hand lazily as she feels her body tense up slightly, “Don’t stop..” 

He thrusts his tongue eagerly with a groan and squeezes her ass tight in his hands. 

Faye shouts his name as she feels her walls tighten and she hits her climax with her legs shaking. 

Eli smirks and pulls back slowly, holding her hips to keep her stable, “that’s my girl.” 

She whimpers softly as she drops her hand from Tyler’s length, “So good..” 

He smirks, “If you take your mouth off his cock before he comes while I fuck you, I’ll stop.” 

Faye looks back at him and whimpers with a nod. 

Eli spanks her gently, “Go on, baby. Give his big cock the attention it deserves.” 

She leans back into his touch as she whimpers with a nod. Faye puts her hands on either side of Tyler before wrapping her lips around his tip with a moan. Tyler groans softly and moving his hand to the back of her head. 

He teases her entrance with his tip, pushing down on her plug before thrusting into her hard. 

Faye gasps against his length as she squeezes her eyes shut. Tyler smirks before pushing her head down for her. 

Eli keeps his fingers pressed to her plug and he groans as he moves his hips hard and slow. 

She moans as she takes more of him in her mouth, sucking her cheeks in. 

He uses his freehand to grab his phone and he smirks as he holds it out to Tyler. 

Tyler takes the phone and hits record as he keeps it on Faye. She moves her mouth down until his length hits the back of her throat. He groans deeply, “Yes Faye..that’s it..” 

Eli starts to move his hips faster and moans as he watches them. 

He moves the camera to get a view of Eli in the frame as he thrusts his hips up slightly into her mouth. Faye whimpers loudly as she grips the sheets. 

He reaches around her to rub at her clit and he thrusts eagerly with a groan, “Fuck.. yes, baby, you’re doing so good taking my cock while sucking his..” 

Tyler keeps moving his hips slightly up and down as he grunts softly. Faye feels her stomach clench and her eyes water slightly as his length hits the back of her throat. 

Eli moans loudly and moves his hips and fingers more roughly, “Come for me, baby. Squirt all over me.” 

Faye’s hips start to shake again as she cries out against Tyler’s shaft before she hits her climax and squirts hard. Tyler keeps moving his hips with a groan, slowing down slightly as he watches her climax. 

He fights his climax as he groans loudly, slowing his hips and fingers before stopping and wrapping his arms around her to keep her steady. 

Her body continues to quiver as she whines against Tyler’s length. He grips her hair a little and moves her head again, “Such a good girl..” 

Eli slowly pulls out of her with a groan and he kisses her shoulder a few times. 

Faye lets him move her head as she sucks in her cheeks harder. Tyler groans and jerks his hips up again. 

He lets go of her before moving around on the bed to kneel beside Tyler and he watches Faye. 

He moves his hips up and down again, hitting the back of her throat as he groans, “I’m close..” Faye squeezes her eyes shut as she keeps her head still with a whimper. 

Eli looks at Tyler and smirks, “Can you come on her tits? I wanna lick it off of her.” 

Tyler nods with a smirk as he slows his hips to a stop. Faye pulls her head back and licks her lips quickly moving her chest closer to him as her hand strokes his length quickly. He groans louder and leans his head back as his stomach twitches. His hand goes over hers to stop it as he squeezes his length before releasing on her chest with a loud moan. 

He groans as he watches them before leaning down and licking at Tyler’s tip. 

Faye moans as she watches Eli. Tyler leans back against the bed with a soft groan under his breath. 

He sits back up to move his hands to Faye’s face, wiping away her smudged eye makeup and he kisses her forehead and lips before ducking his head down to lick her chest clean slowly. 

She smiles at his kisses before sliding her fingers through his hair as she watches him. 

Eli sucks on her skin before flicking his tongue ring against her nipples. 

Faye whimpers and grips his hair, “Eli..” 

He smirks at her, “Faye..” He grins and kisses her deeply before taking Tyler’s length in his hand and stroking him slow and hard. 

She returns the kiss with a soft sound as Tyler groans at his touch. 

Eli pulls back and keeps pumping his hand, “I wanna fuck Tyler again and I want you to get yourself off as you watch.. I brought your other toys.” 

Tyler watches them as he whimpers under his breath. Faye nods her head as she pulls back from him, laying next to Tyler. 

He grins and gets her vibes for her before looking at Tyler, “Whats your favorite position, Ty?” 

He smirks and shifts to his knees, “I like being on my hands and knees. It’s deeper that way.” 

Eli groans and kisses him deeply, moving his hands to grip his bottom. 

Tyler groans and kisses him just as deep, digging his hands into his sides. 

He kisses him eagerly and palms his ass one one hand, the other moving to take both of their lengths into it and stroke them. 

Faye watches them and bites her lower lip as she rubs her center. Tyler flicks his tongue against his as he rocks his hips closer to him. 

Eli strokes them faster and sucks on his tongue. 

Tyler groans into the kiss and slides his own hands to grip his bottom. 

He makes a small noise and breaks the kiss to heatedly kiss along his neck. 

He tilts his head to the side and looks over at Faye as she rubs herself. 

Eli looks at Faye and smirks, “Good girl.. wanna tell us what to do, baby?” 

Faye moans quietly as she nods, “Tyler should go down on you first.” 

He nods and lets go of their lengths before tugging on his lower lip with his teeth. 

Tyler smirks and nods as he shifts off the bed then onto his knees on the same side as Faye, “Come here.” 

Eli moves to stand in front of Tyler and grins, “You are so fucking sexy, Ty..” 

Faye grabs the vibe and rubs it against herself with a soft whimper. Tyler moves his hands to Eli’s backside as his mouth around his tip. 

He groans and moves his fingers into Tyler’s hair as he watches him before he looks at Faye. 

She bites her lip as she watches them and smirks at Eli. Tyler takes more of him into his mouth before slowly bobbing his head. 

Eli moans and takes the g-spot vibe and pushes it past her entrance before looking back down at Tyler. 

Faye gasps and turns on the vibrator on low with a moan. Tyler looks up at him as he sucks his cheeks in and moves slowly. 

He groans and tugs on his hair, meeting his gaze, “Damn.. your mouth feels so good..” he glances at Faye and grabs the vibrator on her clit, pressing it harder to her. 

She moans as her hips writhe, “Eli..” Tyler smirks around his shaft as he slides his head down to his base, moving his head around him. 

Eli lets out a deep groan and he holds Tyler’s head there before pushing his hips forward a little while turning up the power on Faye’s vibrator. 

Tyler looks up at him and sucks his cheeks in with a hum. Faye moans louder as she moves the g-spot vibrator to press harder. 

He groans louder as he feels the back of his throat and he pumps his hips a few more times as he looks down at him before stopping, “Fuck, fuck.. I wanna come when I fuck you.” 

Tyler nods as he sucks in his cheeks a for a moment before pulling back and flicking his tongue against his tip. 

Eli whimpers loudly and grins before reaching down and pulling him up to his feet gently. “So fucking good at that,” he says before kissing him quickly. “Hands and knees for me, so Faye can see.” 

He stands up and smirks before shifting onto his hands and knees. 

He gets onto the bed behind him and turns to look at Faye and smirks, “This view good, baby?” 

Faye nods as she rubs her vibe against her with a whimper. 

Eli grabs another condom and rolls it onto his length before adding more lube to his length then leaning down and flicking his tongue against Tyler’s hole again. 

She bites her lower lip with a whimper as she watches. Tyler drops his head down and groans his name. 

He spreads his cheeks as he licks at him before licking him from there down all the way to his tip. 

Tyler grips the bedding as he moans loudly. 

Eli licks back up to his hole and then spanks him with a groan before looking at Faye, “How hard do you think I should fuck him?” He asks before putting lube on Tyler. 

He leans over and kisses her deeply and presses down on her plug. 

Faye whimpers into the kiss as Tyler continues to move his hips to thrust up into her. 

Eli kisses her harder and keeps switching his pressure on the plug. 

Faye cries out against his lips and rocks her hips down against Tyler’s. 

He pulls back and kisses down her neck, “Tell me when you’re ready for me..” 

She moans and nods her head, “I’m ready, baby.” 

Eli nods and he slowly takes the plug out before putting lube on her. 

Faye whimpers as she slows her hips. 

He smiles, “Lay down on Ty.. he’ll make sure you’re good.” 

She nods and lays down against Tyler. He moves his arms around her and groans softly. 

Eli puts more lube on himself and presses his tip to her hole, slowly starting to press into her with a whimper. 

Faye buries her head in his neck as she gasps, “Fuck..” 

He rubs her back as he groans and very gently and slowly moves into her more. 

Tyler kisses her neck gently before moving his thumb to rub her center, “Just relax...” Faye takes a deep breath and whimpers at his touch. 

Eli groans and stills his hips, “Fuck.. I can feel both of you..” 

Faye moves one hand back to rub his back as she whimpers softly. 

He kisses her shoulder, “Are you okay?” 

She nods her head as she lifts it slightly to look back at him, “I’m..yeah..just adjusting.” 

Eli nods and kisses her neck. 

Tyler rubs her clit slowly as he kisses the other side of her neck gently. Faye moans softly as she closes her eyes. 

Eli slowly pushes into her a little more with a whimper. 

Tyler presses his thumb against her center harder and groans softly, feeling Eli through her walls. “Fuck..” Faye bites down on Tyler’s shoulder as she whimpers louder. 

He groans and slowly withdraws his hips, adding more lube before starting to gently push back in. 

Faye whimpers as he pulls back before letting out a soft moan, “Eli..” 

Eli stills his hips and whimpers, “Sorry..” 

She shakes her head and looks back at him, “No..keep going.” 

He nods and starts to gently thrust his hips before kissing her neck and moving his hand to Tyler’s cheek. 

Faye moans softly and closes her eyes. Tyler smirks up at Eli as he starts to move his hips in sync of his. 

Eli lets a loud moan and brushes his thumb over his lip, “Fuuck..” 

Tyler lifts his head and sucks his thumb into his mouth as he groans. Faye presses her chest to Tyler’s as she moans louder against his neck. 

He groans and keeps moving his hips with his, “Oh.. shit..” 

Tyler moans as he drops his head back and picks up the pace slightly while rubbing Faye’s center. Faye grips the bedding and cries out a little as her hips writhe. 

Eli moans loudly and matches Tyler’s pace, “You’re so tight, Faye..” 

Tyler slides his hand to grip her bottom before groaning, “So tight fuck..” Faye moans and feels her hips writhe. 

He leans over and kisses Tyler, pushing into Faye a little harder. 

Tyler moans and returns the kiss as he grips one of Faye’s cheeks. Faye cries out against his shoulder as she feels her body start to tense up. 

Eli groans and kisses him harder, his hand moving to cup the front of Faye’s neck. 

Tyler kisses him back deeply as Faye’s legs start to shake with more strained cry, “I’m close..” 

He breaks the kiss and kisses her head, “Come for us, Faye..” 

Tyler moves his hips in time with Eli’s as he groans and rubs her clit again. Faye feels her walls tighten as she cries out and hits her climax. 

Eli lets out a deep groan and stills his hips. 

Faye’s body shakes slightly as Tyler slows his hips to a stop as well and holds her close. 

He kisses her neck a few times, “So good, baby..” 

She whimpers softly as she closes her eyes as she calms down. 

Eli kisses her shoulder, “do you need me to pull out?” 

Faye shakes her head and looks back at him, “No, I’m okay.” 

He nods and kisses her shoulder, “Do you want us to keep going?” 

She nods her head and looks back at him, “Yeah, I want you guys to come.” 

He nods and kisses her before pushing his hips into hers again. 

Faye returns the kiss with a soft sound and starts to move her own hips. 

Eli moves his fingers into Tyler’s hair and he groans into the kiss as he moves his hips. 

Tyler groans and moves their hips together as he grips her hip. Faye moans into the kiss and rolls her hips down. 

He groans louder and breaks the kiss, “Fuck..” 

Faye moans louder as she nips at Tyler’s lower lip. Tyler moans with her and moves his hips harder. 

Eli moans and tugs on Tyler’s hair, moving his hips just as hard as his. 

Tyler grunts as he thrusts faster, “Fuck..feels so good..” 

He groans loudly as he picks up his pace too, "You're so big, Ty.." 

Faye nods as she cries out softly. Tyler’s hips jerk quickly as he feels his stomach tense, “I’m not going to last longer.” 

His abdomen tightens and he groans loudly, "I'm gonna come.." 

Tyler grips her hips as he moves quickly before letting out a loud groan as he releases into the condom. 

He lets out a loud moan and pulls out of Faye, releasing onto her ass as he strokes himself. 

Faye cries out as she feels her stomach tense up before she hits her own climax. 

He groans and presses his forehead to her back. 

Tyler pants softly as he rubs her side gently. Faye whimpers a few times as she looks back at Eli. 

Eli moves to lay down next to Tyler, trying to catch his breath. 

Faye lifts her hips for his length to slip out with a whimper before laying back down slightly on top of him too. Tyler groans softly and keeps his eyes closed as he catches his breath. 

He runs his fingers through Faye's hair lovingly and he kisses Tyler's jaw. 

Faye leans into his touch as she lets out a soft sigh. 

Eli smiles and strokes her hair. 

She shifts to sit up before moving to lay next to Eli, “Babe...” She curls into his side. 

He smiles and holds her close, kissing her forehead. 

Faye wraps her leg over his and smiles. 

Eli smiles at her, "How are you feeling?" 

She rubs her nails over his chest as she sighs softly, “Exhausted but amazing.” Tyler looks over at them and smiles with a nod. 

He smiles and nods, "Me too." He looks at Tyler and grins, "Stay the night with us?" 

Tyler nods his head with a grin as he stands up to toss out the condom before slipping on his boxers. 

Eli smiles, "Want something to put on?" 

Faye nods with a smile and shifts to stand up, “I think I need to clean up my back too.” 

He bites his lip, "Sorry, that was me." 

She grins at him and nods, “It’s okay, I liked it. Help me?” 

He nods and grabs a tissue, wiping her clean before kissing her shoulder. 

Faye smiles and goes to grab his t-shirt and slipping on her panties. 

Eli gets on his boxers before climbing back in bed and laying down next to Tyler. 

She lays down before curling into Eli’s side and kissing his shoulder. 

Eli grins and moves onto his side before tugging Tyler to be their big spoon. 

Tyler chuckles and wraps his arm around Eli as he scoots closer to him. Faye smiles and slips under the blankets. 

He pulls the blankets over all of them and smiles to himself. 

Tyler kisses the back of his neck. Faye closes her eyes and smiles. 

Eli grins widely to himself and holds Faye closer to him. 

Faye smiles as she closes her eyes and yawns a little. 

He shuts his eyes and smiles, "Maybe next time I'll try being a bottom.." 

Faye rubs his arm and nods her head. Tyler slides his hand over his Eli’s stomach as he nods, “Good idea.” 

Eli shivers slightly and laughs shyly, "Thank you." 

Faye starts to drift off to sleep with a soft sigh, “I’m starting to fall asleep.” 

He nods and kisses her forehead, "I love you, Faye.. Sleep well." 

“I love you, babe.” She leans back against him as she starts to fall asleep. Tyler closes his eyes and rubs Eli’s hip. 

Eli feels himself getting sleepier and he mumbles tiredly, "Night, Ty.." 

Tyler kisses his neck and hums, “Night, Eli.” 

He relaxes back into him before falling asleep. 

Tyler relaxes into the bed and falls asleep quickly after him. 

[harryforvogue]

omg could u write something about faye’s roots growing out bc of lockdown so she gets some dye and gets harry to help her dye it

warning: mentions of anxiety & depression

***

Harry’s chest is rising and falling, his head thrown back with a layer of sweat over his skin. He really hopes his grip on Faye’s hair isn’t as tight as it feels, but he really can’t stop himself or loosen it because of his rapidly approaching orgasm. His eyes are shut, letting the waves of pleasure roll over him, the tension released from his shoulder and his aching arm that he’s been overworking.

Faye slowly pulls off of him, biting down on his knee gently to get his attention. She’s wiping her mouth when he looks down at her. “Yeah, baby?” he mutters, swiping over her mouth. “Tired?”

She nods. “Can you take over?”

He sits up a bit. “Is that what you want? Don’t wanna be too pushy.”

Faye’s kind eyes brighten when she smiles. “Go ahead. My knees hurt a bit so can you get me the cushion behind you?”

He hands it over to her and she settles into it as Harry pumps himself slowly. Once she’s adjusted, he asks, “Good?”

“Yes.” She opens her mouth and takes him back in, and he gathers her hair into a ponytail again, bringing her back.

“Tell me when it gets too much.”

Her eyes slowly shut as he feeds himself into her mouth, slowly to set a rhythm. The impending orgasm returns as quickly as it had left, now at an alarming rate. “Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his teeth together when she places her hands on his calves, holding him for balance. At the soft swear, her eyes reopen to watch him, feeling how heavy he is on her tongue. She breathes softly through her nose, every groan music to her ears. She winces a bit at how hard he grabs her hair, but it’s all relieved when she hears him say under his breath, “Faye, I’m gonna cum, alright?”

She nods, putting in more effort to get him to reach his climax quicker, hollowing her cheeks. When he finally releases, it’s with a low groan and he stills her, her brows bunching together, focusing on what’s happening in her mouth. When she pulls off, she wipes her mouth and swallows down everything quickly.

Harry laughs, a hand on his stomach. “That gross huh?”

“Not gross!” she says, licking her lips, “just...warm. Why is it warm?”

He bends down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t have to swallow, my love. It’s not meant to be swallowed.”

“I know.” She only does it sometimes. “Just felt like giving it another go this time. You taste better than most guys.”

“Yeah? How do they usually taste?”

“Like battery acid.” Her quick answer makes him laugh harder, grabbing her waist to bring her back up.

“Come here, weirdo.”

“I won’t lie and say giving blow jobs was fun before I met you. I willingly do it now.”

This makes Harry falter suddenly, placing her beside him as he pulls his shorts back up. “You should only do it if you want to.”

“I know that Harry.” She gives him a smile. “I think I just learned that a bit too late. Just wanted to make people happy.”

Harry’s still learning about Faye. It seems like every time she talks, he learns something new, but this is something he really wishes he’d known sooner because his mind wanders to every other time he’s gotten a blow job from her, guilt coursing through him. “And everything we do? It’s not just to make me happy right?”

Faye smiles wider. “Harry, I could wink at you and you’d be happy instantly. I know my worth now.”

He nods, throwing an arm around her. “I could probably get a boner from that too.”

She giggles. “Exactly.”

“I was thinking about this the other night. I probably have a semi every time I’m with you. That’s a lot of boners.”

“You think about me at night?”

“Wait until you hear what I think about when I’m getting myself off, Cherry.”

“Ha! Funny. You don’t have a semi right now.”

Harry smirks. “Just give me a few minutes, baby.” When she pushes his head away, he laughs. “Let’s go do your hair?”

Faye’s brown roots were really showing so she was in the process of rebleaching when Harry showed up at her door. Currently, her roots are pale blonde and she looks silly, but he momentarily forgot about it during the blowie...for obvious reasons. She’s got the dye mixed up in the bathroom and everything is ready to go. The matter in Harry’s pants was a bit more pressing though.

“Yeah,” she hums, “let’s do that.”

They both walk to the bathroom and Harry sits on the closed toilet seat as Faye brushes her teeth, taking her time with it. They aren’t in any kind of rush. When she’s done, she sits on the counter and let’s Harry near her with the bowl of dye. She’s allowing him to do it this time just for practice, but she’s there to correct him if he needs guidance.

He mixes the dye once more before starting at the top of her head, moving down. By doing the bleach already, she’s done the easy part. He’s just bringing the color back to her head. She’s decided to keep the pink color, but it’ll be a little darker to make it seem less dull. The pastel looks nice on her hair, but it only seems to be fading, and she wants to give it’s light back.

A gentle hush falls over them as Harry works the dye into her hair, pausing a few times to fix his gloves because they’re designed for Faye’s smaller hands. She just swings her legs, letting him work on him with the utmost concentration. She’ll watch him for a few seconds before going back to picking at her nails.

Finally, she speaks up, “Hey Harry?”

“Yes?” He takes a step back. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh.” He goes back to spreading dye in her hair. “What’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to have a conversation about how I’ve been doing recently. Mental health wise.”

“Of course, darling. Tell me.”

She takes a moment to pick her words carefully. This is something she’s been meaning to talk about for a while, but she always shies away from the topic. It’s not a fun discussion, and certainly not a romantic one, but he’s a part of her life and he has a right to know. Her mom has been pushing her to be more open with him about it, because it seems like she’s doing better when she’s with him, but that’s solely because he fixes everything momentarily. “Um, I don’t think this past month hasn’t really been that great. And I guess I just wanted to bring it up.” She twists her fingers, suddenly nervous as she always is.

His brows knit together. “What’s on your mind?”

She sighs as if she’s exhausted. “Well, I don’t know really. I mean, it’s not just one thing. It seems like everything's just...so much, you know? It’s hard to put into words. Everything is overwhelming.” Harry’s eyes widen with concern when her voice trembles, peeking down at her. “And it’s been good when we’re together and every time I’m with you, I’m happy. But at the same time, I feel like I’m spiraling.”

His insides sink a bit. “Baby, I’ve told you that I’m here so many times. Talk to me about it then.” He nudges his cheek against hers.

“I do! You know I do. And that makes me hopeful for the future. I think that the difference between then and now is so big, and that we can only go up from here as well. I think I’m improving, however...this seems to be the case only when I’m with you. And then when I’m not with you…” she trails off, looking at him when he pushes her head up, “I don’t feel good. I’m not happy with myself.”

He puts his brush down, biting the inside of his cheek. She’s discussed her feelings with him enough to be aware of how he’ll react. The thing that sucks, but something he’s very understanding about, is that when she talks about her feelings, she seems to be a little choked up. It’s not because she’s really sad about it. It’s just the prospect of opening up that makes her emotional. They’re superficial tears, and they need to be released in order for her to talk, so he’s grown accustomed to them. When her eyes well up, he knows she’s not really crying. It’s just the emotion coming out.

Faye isn’t exactly the happiest, and he’s known that since the days when they were only friends. After months of getting to know her, he’s only confirmed that she has trouble being alone and trusting herself because she’s never been that comfortable at it.

He places his hands on either side of her waist, no doubt staining the counter. “Okay,” he answers, listening. “Is there any way I can help?”

She blinks at him. “I guess I just wanted to explain myself. I feel like I haven’t really been myself recently and maybe you’ve noticed that.”

He has noticed, but he doesn’t think it’s his place to bring it up and criticize her for her actions. “Don’t have to explain yourself, my love. If you’re not feeling good, then I want to be there to help you.”

She nods. “I know. And like I said, you always help me. Every time I’m here, or even just texting you. Everything is perfect. You make me feel good about my body, you help me eat right, you’re there when I need you. The problem is when I get home and I’m alone with myself. I think I go to a dark place and I’m just overthinking and reconsidering my position in life, and I really don’t like it.” She takes a deep breath, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears. “And this isn’t to alarm you. I just wanted to tell you. I’m trying to be open.”

He presses a soft kiss to her nose. “Thank you for telling me. We’ve struggled with that a little bit, haven’t we?”

She nods again.

“I’m happy you talked to me about this. But can we do anything to help you while you’re alone? We talked about picking up a new hobby right?”

“I tried to do some painting. That helped a bit. And then some sewing. That was fun too, but I’m done with it. I’ve made things. Now what do I do? I can’t explain it, H. It’s just so dark where I am. It sounds so shitty, but I just-- I don’t know what else to say.” 

“I know, darling. I understand you,” he says calmly. “We can look into other things, Cherry. There are so many more things. Yoga, pottery, designing, decorating, sports, going for a run. You like reading too, don’t you? And watching movies.”

“But Harry, it seems like I’m just distracting myself with those activities.” She kicks her legs a bit, swallowing harshly. “I like those things and I am willing to try them, but I think they’re just like taking a nap. When I come back to reality...I’m here again with my same problems and my same fears. I’m just ignoring them for the time being. I’m not arguing with you! Those things help. I’m happy you got me those art supplies and the yarn and everything. I’m just trying to explain--”

Harry bites his bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth. “I see. So for the past month, what have you been doing to make yourself feel better besides these activities?”

“I’ve just been seeing you nearly every day.” She lets out a quiet, humorless laugh. “And don’t get me started on my whole ‘you’ll get sick of me’ issue.” Harry already knows about that. It makes him feel nauseous every time because here is his beautiful and perfectly crafted girlfriend who thinks he’s going to get sick of her eventually. Every time he thinks of that possibility, he either wants to punch the wall and feel the pain she’s feeling for her or shrivel up and pretend this conversation never existed. “And I think I’ve been crying a lot.”

His stomach hurts. Faye’s eyes get all red and puffy when she cries and she always drags her hand down her face to wipe the tears away as if she’s angry at her body for betraying her. “You said you’d call me every time you wanted to cry!”

“I didn’t want to be calling all the time! Do you know how annoying that is?” She shakes her head, grabbing the bowl of hair dye, pushing it back into Harry’s hands to signal to continue. “I just feel a lot of emotions and I’m really sick of it, so last night I came up with a solution.”

Harry begins applying hair dye to her hair again. He says apprehensively, “And what’s the solution?”

“I emailed some therapists I found to be really interesting and asked them if I could come in for a consultation.”

His shoulders sag with relief. She definitely could have said something more destructive like she has in the past. Her last idea was to go on a camping trip all alone. He was supportive, he argues, but that wasn’t a good idea. Another idea she had was to turn her phone off and go hide in a cabin for a month. He laughed at it, but he knew that she wasn’t really joking. “What?! Baby, that’s really good! That makes me happy!” He bends down and excitedly pecks her mouth. “How are you feeling about it?”

“Nervous. And scared. But I’ve been feeling this way for 24 years now and I’m tired of it. I want a change.”

Harry nods, pressing more kisses to her lips. “Good!” He puts the bowl of dye down again and brings her into his chest, holding her tightly. Dye gets on his skin, but he doesn’t care. He closes his eyes and enjoys her embrace, kissing her head where he hasn’t colored. “I love you so much,” he whispers. “You don’t know it, Faye. You really don’t know. I want you to be okay. If you’re okay, I’m okay. I’m really glad you’re taking this route.”

She nods, pressing her own kiss to his collarbone. “Thank you.” She pulls away. “I was, uh, actually also hoping you’d come with me to these appointments? For moral support and all that.”

“Of course. Thank you for talking to me about this. I’m ready to be of any use to you.”

“Thanks!” she repeats, lighter. “I think we should get a move on the dye though. You know you can just scoop it up into your hands and rub it in like shampoo right?”

He chuckles, grabbing a full fist of dye, throwing it on top of her head. “Fine! Have it your way!”

He massages the dye into her hair as she laughs, making sure to get every strand. When he’s all done, Faye sets a timer and then sits back on the counter. “What should we do while we wait?”

Harry expertly removes his gloves (having practice from the tattoo shop) and unbuttons her jeans, motioning her to lift her hips up to get them off. His eyes shine, bringing his mouth down to hers. “I’ve got an idea of how we can celebrate your achievement.”

[roosterbruiser]

⭐️ I would love the director's cut of when Jake fingers Filly for the first time in the first chapter of SS!!!!

I would love to share my director's cut of this!!

I've mentioned before that I haven't really written a whole lot of loss of virginity things or stuff like that--the closest iv'e come to that is when Bradley makes Faye cum for the first time in Landslide! so this was fun for me to write! but also so scary!

honestly, I love the buildup to it so much. I think that was my favorite part to write. just them being besties, teasing each other, drinking warm beer in her messy bedroom. it feels so warm and cozy!

“Anythin’ else you wanna complain about?” 

You peer at Jake from the corner of your eye, biting your lip. He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. 

“Not presently.” He smiles. 

“From now on, you can start submittin’ your complaints to the official complaint box,”' you tell him, cheekily nodding towards the overflowing wastebasket stuck beside your desk. “Your feedback is valuable to us here at Filly’s Lodge.”

“Noted,” Jake says with a grin. “Love that face, too. Service with a smile!”

like are you kidding me??? I love these idiots.

also just....this line:

“This one goes out to my best friend, Filly,” he says to his invisible audience, leaning up against the wall when he starts to slump over again. “She’s a pain in my ass and the love of my life,” he finishes

also just:

“Here,” Jake slurs, gesturing for both cans. He pops yours open for you so your fingers don’t get wet, never mind the droplets that landed on your quilt. “Drink up, buttercup.” 

The two of you unceremoniously clink cans before swigging the liquid. You can’t drink it without grimacing, even if you don’t exactly mind the temperature of it. It’s just that it tastes like fucking piss. Jake is too drunk to care about what it tastes like, but even if he did, he’s sure that twist in your lips and pitiful squint of your eyes would numb his tongue.

“That’s good stuff,” he teases and you laugh again. 

your honor, he's in love with her.

okay okay on to the actual thing you want to hear about. the fingering!

I love how nervous they are bc I think it's so real. but also even as nervous as they are around each other....they're still comfortable enough to talk and be honest during, you know?

like this whole exchange:

“Jake,” you whisper, entirely breathless as he pinches your nipple again. 

“Don’t,” he whispers, shaking his head, pressing down harder on your breasts and relishing in that sweet sound again and again.

“We shouldn’t--I can’t, you have a--we can’t…” You’re trying very hard to make sense as you speak to him but it’s proving to be very difficult, especially when he presses his naked leg up against your heat and gives you that sweet, sweet friction. 

He shakes his head again, his beer-scented breath fanning out over your face. 

“Stop talkin’,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. “Unless you don’t want this. Then you gotta say it. You gotta say that you don’t want it.” 

You’re silent. You want this bad--you want it so bad that your fingers are starting to tremble. You want it so bad that your mind is totally empty except for thoughts of him. You’ve already submitted entirely to him and his hands. 

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding. 

He grins, eyes still shut as he shakes his head lightly. 

“I said stop talkin’,” he whispers. 

“Sorry,” you return in the same hushed tone. 

king of consent, Jake Seresin:

“Can I?” Jake asks, letting his fingers dance across your belly again and land on the band of your underwear.

also I think him almost cumming in his pants just from touching Filly makes me a bit hot under the mf collar!!!

He moans softly when he feels your cunt for the first time. Here is a place he has never touched you before, maybe one of the only ones. And you are perfect, he knows it without even seeing you up close. The little stubble you have there pricks his skin as he carefully slinks his way to your folds. 

You’re gripping his hair, hips bucking towards him, eyes screwed shut when he lets just his middle finger carefully part your lips. Pleasure explodes in your body, hot as a gas stove, and you have to bite down hard on your lip in fear that you’ll wake your parents up. But it feels so fucking good just having his one finger against your wetness, pressing down on your clit. 

I also love that even after she clamps her thighs shut and stops what they're doing, they're both still honest and open with each other. and Jake isn't butthurt about anything either!!

“Y’alright?” He asks, shaking his head softly as you swallow hard. 

You’re hot with embarrassment now, trying desperately to get some moisture on your tongue. Jake is worried he crossed a line, worried that you didn’t want it as badly as he did. But then you’re hesitantly looking up at him, shaking your head softly, and he knows that isn’t the case.

“It--it was too good,” you whisper, pulling your dress down over your thighs as you swallow harshly again.

Jake sighs, his shoulders slumping. So you did want it--he didn’t cross a line. 

“You ever done that before?” He asks. 

You both move to prop yourselves up on your elbows, still looking at each other. Jake subtly lets his fingers air out against his shorts as you pull into yourself with your hair mussed and eyes bleary. 

“No,” you answer honestly. “Not with anyone else.” 

He nods. He didn’t know that. 

“Should’ve taken it easier on you,” he whispers. 

You’re burning under his gaze, squeezing your thighs together as aftershocks of pleasure ricochet through your still-taut body. 

“Maybe,” you whisper. 

Then it’s quiet for a moment. 

in conclusion, they are stupid little babies and they love each other so much!!!

send me a ⭐ if you want my commentary on a certain story! or send in a part you want me to give commentary on!

[kiissme]

faye 👏 brookes 👏 loves 👏 going 👏 down 👏 on 👏 her 👏 partners 👏 

men, women, she don’t care she’s just like, “i’m gonna make you cum harder than you thought possible, that’s just the deal.”

we love it.

[roraruu]

wip : comfort in company

i lied _(:3」∠)_ 

She brings the cup of steaming tea to her lips, gagging at the smell. Noble tastes are so strange, she thinks letting a breath escape her lips as she almost spits it back out.

“You could’ve said no.” Tobin says. He’s smirking at her face, still twisted in a pout at the tea’s bitterness.

She forces herself to swallow as much as she can, counting backwards from ten until the bitter earthy taste leaves her mouth. “Why did you want to drink this again?” Faye asks annoyedly. She frowns when she realizes that she’s left droplets of the bitter tea on her embroidery hoop. She frowns, rubbing them out with her thumb.

“The healer, Silque I think, said it’s good for the immune system.” He says. “Besides, why not try something new? This adventure is anything but same old.”

Faye hands him the cup, spitting out the rest that’s stuck in her mouth, disgusted at the taste. “I’ll sooner brave a cold than drink that.” She says, reaching for the waterskin that’s on her hip. She takes a long drink and spits again.

“Fine. Just don’t come near me when you’re all snotty and flushed with a fever,” He warns, bringing the cup to his lips. He throws a bit back before nodding. “It’s actually pretty good.”

She takes a final sip of water, as he bumps her shoulder. He holds the cup to her. “You suuuuure?” He slurs.

“Positive.” She says. She pushes the cup back to him, almost sloshing on his overalls. He lets out a playful yelp. “Are you going to be as sour as your taste?”

“Nah.”

“Why do you like bitter things?” She asks, thinking of all the times when he and Gray stole oranges from the groves as kids.

“I don’t know. Maybe it reminds me of home,” he says with a passive shrug. He swirls the dark tea around again before throwing it back. “Never really had any money for good cuts of meat so it was usually whatever Ma had in her garden.”

Her brow hardens, remembering her Mother sending over leftover cuts to his family a few times. So many kids, not enough food or funds. She thinks as he shrugs again.

“Never really bothered me though.” He says. “Besides, I’m still as strong as an ox,” he winks, flexing his arm into an L-shape. “Wanna feel?”

She places her hand over his, moving his arm away from her face. “Pass.” She says, looking back at her embroidery. Her thumb runs over the dark mark one last time as his brow furrows.

“Something bothering you?” He asks, his voice dropping in volume.

“No.”

Her hands pick up her embroidery, reminding herself where she left off. She brings her needle out of the cloth. Tobin nudges her shoulder again.

“You sure?” He asks again.

She frowns, shooting him a warning look. “I’m fine, Tobin, thank you.”

“You’ve just been real grumpy since we started in the Deliverance.” He says, peering closer. “Something happen with Alm?”

“Nothing happened with him.” She says.

“Nothing? Yowch.”

“Hey! I wouldn’t be talking. I’ve heard you and Gray both scheme for Lady Clair.” She says with a frown. She nudges his shoulder. “Pot meet kettle.”

“‘Touché’ said the Pot.” He says, studying her face.

Faye’s pout loosens as she turns back to her embroidery, trying to avoid his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d be so open with this.” She says glancing back to him. She raises her wrist to his forehead. “That tea didn’t mess with you, did it?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m fine with being upfront about this stuff.” He says before quickly adding. “At least with you. I know you won’t make fun of me for it.”

She turns back to her hoop, thinking that he’ll ramble on about Clair’s heavenly blonde hair or cloud-like eyes. Instead, he nudges her shoulder again, bumping her hands into each other. “Besides, if talking about an unrequited love brings something other than a frown to your face, it’s worth it.“

Her cheeks glow. “I’m not frowning.” She says indignantly, her fingertips instinctively touch her lips.

“You’re not now, but you looked awful this morning.” He mimicks the same dour frown she wore before biting his lip. His tone lowers, leaning towards the other villager. His eyes focus on hers. “You’re scared aren’t you?”

She crosses her arms, turning away, her pride endangered. “Who isn’t?” She says. “It’s all our first time away from home. We’re bound to be scared.”

Tobin shakes his head. “Aside from Alm it’s just you and me,” he says. “Kliff’s not from Ram remember? And Gray went into town often.”

She looks down at her embroidery hoop, small dark droplets drying. “So what if I’m scared?” She says. “Aren’t you?”

Her gaze meets his. “I’m terrified.” He says quietly.

“Really?” She asks.

He nods. “My arrows constantly knock in battles.” He says, a frown on his face. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”

Her fingers run over the fabric. “I have constantly mutter my fire spell.” She admits tiredly.

“I’ve noticed.” He says as she smacks his arm. “Hey!”

“You’re supposed to not notice!” She says.

“Hard to not notice when your face is white.” He mutters, leaning closer. “But I was thinking... why not be scared together?”

She flushes. “You know my feelings are only for Alm,” she says quickly.

“N-Not that way,” Tobin says, his cheeks turning pink for a brief second. “I meant be scared together. Like if we’re wandering through some catacombs or a graveyard, we just stick beside each other.”

“Like buddies?” She asks, reminded of Kliff’s talk of classmate pairs on trips out to the bush and travelling back and forth to home. She mostly remembers how they hounded him and how he thought it was a stupid idea.

“Yeah. If you’re not feeling so strong, you can just hang by me.” He says. “It’d make me feel better too.”

The thought of being able to confide in her nerves to Tobin is a freeing one. For the sake of Alm’s love, she feels she has to put on a strong front; a face that shows no fear, no mercy. But the thought of her quaking hands, which she has been able to hide well enough as of now, in the equally-scared hands of another is comforting. Calming even.

“You wouldn’t say anything to Alm would you?” She asks sheepishly. “Because I want him to know that I’m someone he can rely on.”

Tobin holds out his little finger. “Promise if you won’t say anything to Clair.” He says with a gentle smile.

Her little finger knots with his. “It’s a deal then.” She says quietly. A small smile crosses her face.

“Good.” He says as he holds out the mug to her. “Another round then? I’m sure Silque has plenty!”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Gods, no!” She says, sliding further away from him when he nudges her shoulder again, their laughter carrying through the night.

[savinscripts]

CHAPTER 4:

❝ Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. ❞

Once they were at the motel, stuff dumped Fane looked between the pair and rolled his eyes. Earlier frustrations returning at how their behaviours so quickly seemed to one-eighty. Showered and freshener up Fane rubbed his fingers through his hair. “Well, I’m calling in those drinks now, don’t know about the rest of you. But today was too close for my liking.”

“S’pose I owe you,” Carrington said after a few beats of silence.

Fane glanced at Faye “you coming?

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m comin’.” Faye pulled herself away from the window and the view of the ocean to follow after the two men. Down in the bar, she made her way to get the first round, using the money she’d won from Carrington. Stiff ones, local brew, and more alcohol content than a bottle of nail polish remover.

She coughed a little bit as she sipped on her first one, choking on the burn of the liquor as it trailed a path of fire down her throat. But it settled warmly in her belly, and she made herself drink the rest quickly. Turning her glass upside down on the table, Faye glanced over at Carrington. “Wanna wager on another game?”

Carrington huffed. “And lose what little money I’ve got left? No thank you. I’ll sit this one out.” He didn’t, however, accuse her of cheating him the last time. Which was a small improvement. Taking his own drink, he tipped it back, grimacing at the burn just as Faye had done. “Why don’t you ask Locke? I’m sure he’s much better at pool than I am.” There was a tiny dig to the words. Subtle, and very easily missed of one wasn’t familiar with Carrington’s ability to turn almost anything into a back-handed jab.

Faye just tipped her eyebrows before turning to Locke. “Well? Wanna lose like he did?”

When the drinks arrived, Fane took his and drew it in. Unlike the others who drank immediately, Fane held off from taking that first sip thinking back over the day’s and nights events coughing on his first sip. Though he could already feel the headache even probing that mess inside his head was starting to bring on, and Fane ended up rubbing his temple idly before raising the bottle to his lips taking a healthy swallow wincing against the burn of it down the back of his throat.

Jesus what was in that stuff?

He’d been studying the bottle when Faye spoke up, and his eyes lifted over to her upturned glass and then to her. “Depends on the game,” Fane shrugged taking another long pull from the bottle feeling some of the adrenaline from the bluff earlier still hum through his veins. Though Carrington’s backhanded jab earned a slight deadpan look his eyes narrowing just a fraction, “you’re right Winston, I’m probably much better at most things than you are, probably because I actually have a personality besides being a dick and… oh yeah, being a dick.”

Carrington huffed in response and Fane slid out of his seat and heading for the pool table “go on then, I’ll play you. What’s the wager?”

“Do you?” Winston said back in nearly the same tone. “Hadn’t noticed.” He turned back his own drink, wincing as the other two had at the quicksilver burn of the liquor. It tasted like rubbing alcohol mixed with petrol. Though it would get the job done, no doubt. His huff didn’t go unnoticed by the others, and he watched as Locke and Remy got up and went over to the pool table. He most certainly didn’t watch them any longer than he had to, or let his eyes drift anywhere but their faces.

Faye glanced at Carrington before joining Fane. “How ‘bout… you win, you get the bed tonight? No bullshit from me, hm? I win… same?” As far as wagers went, it wasn’t all that great. But Faye was running short on cash at this point, after securing the things she needed to get out of the country. She wasn’t destitute, but funds were a bit thinner than she liked. And she wasn’t all that creative if she wasn’t trying to leech someone for everything they had.

Carrington simply watched, brooding from his chair. He wanted to warn Locke that Remy was a cheat. A swindler who would do whatever it took to win. But he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut, other than when he was pouring alcohol down his throat, and watched the game unfold.

Fane rolled his eyes at the retort taking a healthy sip of his drink, “nice to see someone’s got their attitude back.” Either way, he was left where he was to sulk with his drink better that than listening to his quips or whatever he had to say about anything else right now. Fane wasn’t sure how much longer he could listen to any of it without wanting to bash his skull in against the wall. Though granted, some of that frustration was pent up from the last few days. The memory of how warm Faye’s hands were sliding over the tight muscles in his back while she pinned him down with her hips. The warmth of sharing a bed with another person or persons. Not to mention watching the others in the car earlier.

It was all adding up to general frustration that he didn’t have a very decent outlet for.

Unlike some members of the crew, he wasn’t about to be a dick about it though. Not to mention it was reminding him how goddamn lonely he’d been up until now. The bar was stuffy, and Fane could already feel his brow beading with sweat mopping it away with his arm. “I win I get the bed and would you be willing to consider loosening out my back again?”

Moving to the table Fane slotted a coin in, letting the balls rumble out into the dispenser before setting them up in a triangle which he set aside. “Ladies first,” he gestured for her to strike the cue ball and break the pack while he sought out another cue glancing over to where Carrington presently sat watching.

“Likewise.” Carrington fell silent after that. The need to talk after being crammed in a car and/or a hotel room with two people that managed to get under his fucking skin at just the right angle to truly frustrate him was nearly absent. He’d had just about enough of this whole… group dynamic. It was a means to an end. A way to stay alive until they could figure out how to get Monarch off their back. A fact which never alluded him: that they each had targets on their heads, regardless of things going silent on the other end of the problem. So if a shitty attitude was what his outlet - seeing as how a thirty second wank in the shower did fuck all - for his anger and frustration, then so fucking be it. The others could deal with it. So he sipped his drink and pretended not to watch the others.

“Deal,” Faye told Fane. “Though if I win, you rub mine? Hm?” She grinned at him as he racked up the balls. AFter chalking the tip of her pool cue, Faye took a line up, closing one eye as she aimed. The white ball cracked loudly against the others, sending them in all directions. An orange solid rolled into a side pocket. “Looks like you’re stripes, darlin’.” Faye sank one more before missing on her third. “Go’head. Show me how its done.”

Faye returned his amendment and Fane gave a nod, “sure, it’s only fair,” considering she’d agreed in kind. To refuse would be ungentlemanly and also generally unfair in his opinion. You never asked for something that wasn’t going to be returned in kind, and if he lost, well, what was another night of sleeping on the floor. He was practically accustomed to it now. Maybe he’d even look in the mirror at some point and see floorboards imprinted on his back as a nice reminder of their newfound bond.

It was easy enough to ignore Carrington while he sulked, but a part of Fane wondered if this really was breaking point. If this was going to be where it all fell apart when they were so close to getting out. He needed everyone to keep their heads, needed them to pull together not fracture apart like it was just so easy to let everything slip through their fingers. He’d have to find some way to bring the other man around, though right now he was at a loss for what to do or say.

Faye sunk an orange and then another before it was his turn, taking another sip of his drink that by now was settling warmly in his belly Fane chalked the end of his cue and assessed the table for the best strategy. Leaning over he rested his hand on the table, cue-stick on his fingers as he lined up a clean shot of a yellow-stripe straight into the pocket. This was followed by the red-stripe and then the blue, unfortunately his next attempt to hit a ball was angled just a fraction wrong and the white ball bounced off the side just missing his target. Unlike Carrington, Fane merely shrugged seeing no point to get in a tiz over a game. “Your go.”

Perhaps it was because Carrington also expected everything to go to pot at zero hour. It wouldn’t be the first time. Any moment now the doors would burst open and men with guns with storm in, razing the entire place to the ground in a firestorm of hot lead. Or maybe there would be a bomb under the bed or in the bathroom when they got back upstairs. Though that risked harming the manuscript. No. Monarch wouldn’t be so messy. When it happened, it would be quick. Probably they’d be seperated somehow, to determine which one had the relic. Then the ones that didn’t have it would be tortured for information. And if they gave it up, they’d get a bullet in their skull for their efforts. And if they didn’t give it up… well, these sorts of people had ways of making even the most hardened soldier weep for his mother.

Carrington would kill himself before he let that happen. Pressing a hand against his eyes, he gritted his teeth against the surge of rage and frustration that welled up inside him. By the time he’d worked himself up enough to actually get up, he’d had more than one drink as the other’s played their game. Fuck this. He needed something to hit.

Sliding back from the table, he got up and moved away without a word. Not that the others had any choice but to notice as the chair scraped over the floor and the bottle rolled off onto the floor and shattered. It was apparently so common that the rest of the crowd barely batted an eye. Even when Carrington shoved through the masses, cursing and shoving anybody that looked at him wrong. Eventually, he staggered out into the street, narrowly missed getting hit by a car, and just started walking. Praying for someone to try and mug him.

Back inside, Fane had just told Faye that it was her go when Cari got up and teeter-tottered outside. She paused in taking her shot, sighing to herself before trying to focus once more. The shot went wild, and she missed. “Fuck,” she cursed. “Go.” She waved a hand at Fane, turning back more of her drink as she tried not to glance at the doorway that the other man had disappeared through.

Perhaps Fane should’ve been more worried about himself than he seemed to let on. The thing he’d noticed was, in fact, that of late his thoughts turned more towards the welfare of the others. Whether it was making sure they got their sleep such as on the nights were Carrington would stubbornly try to stay awake and play sentry. Or the nights Faye stumbled in pissed out of her mind and making sure she made it to bed without too much issue. The thing was, where Carrington might be willing to kill himself before letting Monarch do whatever they would to extract their information from his head, Fane invariably found himself wondering if it was more likely he’d die protecting them than saving the skin on his own back.

Very likely in this occupation, and yet, something about the fact that he at least had something worth protecting to that degree settled him more than it perhaps should. Odd, what being given something you’ve lacked in a lifetime would do to you.

Still, Carrington’s departure caused Fane to watch him in his peripherals frowning at the glisten of glass left behind where the bottle had toppled. He let Faye take her turn but it seemed they were both distracted by Carrington’s departure as on his next turn Fane ended up potting one of her balls. With a curse he turned back his drink and shook his head, glancing towards the door once more as though half-expecting the other man to come back in. The minutes ticked by, the game going on with a few more balls sunk until Fane sighed under his breath when Carrington still hadn’t come back. “I should go and check on him-- You can take the win” Fane was generally a pretty gracious loser anyhow plus they would hopefully be on a plane tomorrow so needing a bed would hopefully no longer be an issue.

Slipping the bag off his shoulder he handed it over “keep that safe,” he said in reference to what was contained within. She would know. “I’ll bring him back.” Lightly he touched her arm keeping a hold of his bottle as he headed for the door out of which Carrington had vanished, looking left and right wondering which way to go before picking one at random and hoping for the best.

Further up the road in one of the alleyways where Carrington had turned, stopping to lean against the wall as the world spun a group of five young men stepped out of the shadows behind him. A couple brandished pocket knives which glinted in the scattered light amongst other assortment of make-shift weapons including a baseball bat, all intent on fully taking advantage of this drunken tourist and taking what he had as their own. Only fair in a world such as theirs. The advanced, and Carrington started to laugh as he stumbled into a trash-can half-toppling over it.

“Oh-- I was-- I was waiting for a good fisticuffs,” the youths looked amongst themselves not understanding the foreigner but not caring either way as the first came at him with the bat.

Fane, hearing the commotion hurried up though his own drink slowed his typical inhibitions. Arriving just to see Carrington in the middle of grappling one of the boys with a knife. Carrington’s face was bloodied as were his knuckles, two of the boys were on the ground. The other two giving just enough distance to look for an opening. “Oi, wankers,” Fane called not really thinking much about what he was planning on doing until the two guys turned and Fane realised quite quickly he didn’t have anything to defend himself with. Great. They turned their attention from Carrington and started advancing on him, until the first tried to rush and catch Fane by surprise. It half-worked and Fane dodged tripping him, but not in time to miss the second guy’s fist as it cracked him hard across the face. Dazed, he leaned against the lid of the trash can and spat some blood onto the ground using the distraction to wrap his fingers around the handle of the lid. Hefting it up and slamming the metal into his assailants temple sending him stumbling away while Carrington finally managed to incapacitate his own assailant.

Carrington had it all well in hand - that’s what he told himself at least - when Fane decided to show up and ruin the fun. They’d got the jump on him, little bastards, rushing him together and thinking to overpower him and get him to go down. But vicious streetrats that they were, Carrington was a trained killer. Soaked to the gills in rice wine, but still able (mostly) of taking care of a band of lowlifes.

It was over in a matter of minutes, the last one going down as Carrington struck the younger man with the base of the bat he’d tried to concuss Carrington with a few minutes prior. The kid fell into a heap, out cold, but alive. Carrington slung the bat as far as he could towards the buildings at the far end of the alley. It vanished over the roof. He laughed drunkenly to himself, staggering back and nearly tripping over one of the downed men. “Oh, that’s my fault. So sorry…” he snorted. “Let me… let me help you up…” He gave the kid that had bloodied his face a swift kick in the leg. Had he been sober, he might have landed something more solid. As it was, the blow glanced off, sending Carrington staggering up the alley again. This time towards Fane. He wiped blood out of his eyes, breathing hard as he braced himself against the alley wall. “I don’t need... a babysitter. Go back to Remy… let her… swindle you again.”

He laughed drunkenly, gesturing at Fane. “You’ve got red on you, mate.” And out his own mouthful of blood before heading back towards the street.

Unlike Carrington, Fane wasn’t well versed in terms of hand to hand combat so while Carrington made rather short work of his attacker it took Fane substantially longer to smack down the first with the make-shift weapon of the trash-can lid. The second wasn’t quite so easy, and it took several attempts to dodge the swipes of his knife some cutting through his arm, a couple of his punches hitting Fane in the face and one lucky blow glancing his ribcage until Fane all but spear-tackled the guy. Shoving him up off the ground and slamming him down before landing punch after punch until he was breathing heavy and the other man’s head lolled to the side.

He sat there for a few moments, adrenaline shooting through his system and heightening everything on top of the buzz the alcohol he’d drunk earlier dulling the ache of the injuries he’d sustained. His blood practically sung with the glee of getting in a fist-fight, he didn’t typically make a habit of them. His chest rose and fell in short shallow pants as he climbed to his feet, blood and sweat trickling down his brow as he turned to watch Carrington toss the bat off to God only knew where. When he kicked the guy, Fane did nothing other than wipe his mouth on the back of his arm grimacing a little at the sting the act brought about.

They were of a height, the pair of them though Fane had an inch or so on Carrington. He might’ve been brushed aside even by Carrington’s demeanour. “Oh fuck off, didn’t even get that far...“ because he’d come out here and ended up doing this instead. He stared at Carrington dark eyes intense and unmoving in the shadows. “No shit,” he muttered but as Carrington tried to brush by, Fane reached out surprisingly fast, snagging his shirt and yanked him back sharply before promptly and very bodily shoving him into the brickwork not caring about getting in his face if he made his point clear. He was mad, genuinely so at the sheer stupidity of this act and danger Carrington had put himself in. Whether he could handle it or not wasn’t the point, or maybe it was. Fane didn’t quite know but what he did know was that he’d been worried, his fingers wound tight in the front ofCarrington’s shirt and he shook the other man viercely “the fuck’s your problem man? What the fuck was that? What the fuck is this-- god awful attitude. Do you have a goddamn death wish?”

Back in the bar, Faye had given over the pool table and ordered a water. They’d been gone at least half an hour. Maybe a bit more. The pack was slung around her shoulder and then tucked into her lap where she sat at the table Carrington had vacated. She chewed her lip, debating going after them. Debating what to do if-

Faye shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. They would come back. They had to come back. If not for her then… then for the manuscript. Unless- she pushed that thought aside too and shoved up from the table. Tossing a few bills down to cover their tab, she went back up to the room, locked the door, stored the pack beneath the bed, and waited.

Back in the alley, Carrington fully expected to go on his way despite the knock down drag out brawl he and Fane had just been a part of. He expected to go back to the room and fall asleep on the floor because some people were selfish brats and didn’t know how to share. He expected to be extremely hungover on the plane ride tomorrow, and to be violently ill at some point along the way.

What he didn’t expect was to be slammed bodily against the wall of the alley. He grunted as the air was forced out of him when Fane slung him around. One hand snapped up to grab Fane’s wrist. But to his credit, Carrington schooled his expression into one of dazed neutrality, even if his heart was nearly beating out of his chest. The pulse in his neck thrummed like mad beneath his sweat-slick skin. His breathing was harsh and ragged, and sweat dripped from the ends of his hair and onto his shirt where Fane held him so forcefully.

The questions went unanswered for the span of several heartbeats. Carrington’s grip on Fane’s arm was much tighter than any drunk should have been able to achieve. He could feel the other’s man’s blood racing through his veins as he squeezed tightly.

“Fuck. Off.”

On any other night, perhaps Fane would have let him go. But after the last few days of his attitude steadily growing worse and worse until whatever the hell had happened last night when they had all shared the bed. To his attitude this morning and now… this? Fane was losing his god-damn mind to his exasperation with them all acting like children. Something needed to be done, it needed nipping in the bud and if Faye and Carrington weren’t willing to grow a pair and do it themselves apparently sorting everybody else’s issues came down to him. Typical really.

Ignoring the grunt and rush of air out of Carrington’s booze soaked mouth, Fane didn’t care about getting in his face either. He was fed up and he was going to get a handle on this before it spun out of control. The pressure of Carrington’s fingers around his wrist was near painful but Fane’s eyes merely stared him down not giving an inch even as Carrington’s chest heaved between them. His own grip on Carrington’s shirt was tight, knuckles pressed into his stomach as he kept him forcefully trapped against the wall. Carrington was strong, but Fane was just a little broader and bulkier not to mention a fraction taller. Shifting him would require more effort than Carrington seemed willing to put in right now.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play it huh?” Fane’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, “going to try and be the tight lipped soldier boy? Not going to answer me when I ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing pulling adumbass stunt like that? And there was me thinking you would be so good and talented with your mouth” Fane’s lips twisted into a wry smile “disappointing.” He huffed, his own breath smelling of distilled booze “well, news-fucking-flash for you, I’m fed up. I’m fed up of your god awful attitude you hear me?” he shook Carrington again for good measure and make sure his point sunk home a bead of sweat tracking down his face. Pausing long enough to watch Carrington who, to his credit didn’t quite give much but it was easy to tell he was riled. “I’m done letting you act like a petulant brat who can kick off just because he feels like it, I’ve stood it to a point but now I need to know I can trust you to have my back. I need to know I can trust you. I can also tell you’re frustrated,” Carrington could deny it all he wanted but Fane would hardly believe him. “So, we’re going to fix that,” he paused letting this sink in to Carrington’s head “even if it means that I have to damn well jack you off myself right here in this alley, if that’s what it takes to get your shit together then I’ll damn well do it. Understand?”

Fane was far beyond the point of subtleties right now.

It was true. Carrington could have possibly gotten away. Broken Fane’s hold on his shirt with a blow to his elbow or neck. Or perhaps the knee. Incapacitated him just enough to stumble away drunkenly. But to what end? Another brawl in the street? Another black eye? More blood to spit into the dirt? Carrington weighed his options, and found them lacking when it came to getting away. So he stayed where he was. Stayed where he was and tried to ignore the near painful grip Fane had on his shirt. His fist pressed firmly against Carrington’s stomach, which rose and fell with each rasping breath.

The muscles of Fane’s forearm were tight as steel beneath Carrington’s own grip, and slippery with sweat. The words that flowed so easily from his mouth - words that were far more forceful and didn’t ask but told - stunned Carrington into momentary silence. His face showed his surprised, though there was still the glimmer of resistance in his blue eyes. It wasn’t in him to back down completely. To give over control. To submit.

No matter how much he wanted to.

So as Fane laid out the way it was going to go, Carrington remained silent. He remained silent and still, body tense and… waiting. For whatever was going to happen next. Unless you had spent the last couple of months living side by side with him, you would never notice the shift in his demeanor. The way his eyes turned from angry to… pleading almost. The way his mouth, always so tightly pressed, fell open just so. The way his body pushed subtly towards Fane’s -the smallest of pressure against his tightly closed fist - as he finally asked Carrington a question.

And most of all, the smallest of movements - a flex of the jaw, a subtle dip of his chin; a nod of understanding - that said more than every word Carrington had spoken in the last two months.

In all honesty, Fane didn’t care if his grip hurt Carrington right now. The pressure Fane applied into the other man’s abdomen just a reassurance that he was very much solid and here even if it was uncomfortable it was also a reminder that what he said went right now. Both of them had been pushing him to this point, and if they wanted someone to take control they’d just have to put up with the consequences of that fact. His grip was unwavering, not even the pressure of Carrington’s fingers which would likely bruise in the morning moved his arm an inch. The back of Fane’s shirt clung to his spine as he breathed in shallowly, the silence dragging out between them both.

And for once, he managed to break through that facade Carrington wore so carefully guarded. The surprise widening startlingly blue eyes a small victory. Fane saw the differences, subtle as they were but he’d spent the last few weeks studying his company carefully. Learning to the best of his ability how to read them, to assess and judge their actions to a point and the hinge of Carrington’s lips opening just so had Fane licking his own subconsciously. Wondering, not for the first time what the other man’s mouth would taste like.

There was no verbal answer, but what Fane received was good enough for him. “Good,” his eyes glimmered darkly no hint of remorse or reconsideration there, invested entirely if it meant sorting out some of Carrington’s issues “and while I’m jacking you off I’m going to fuck ‘n’ fill you so deep you’ll be leaking on the walk back…” Nothing more needed to be said, leaning in and covering Carrington’s mouth with his own in a kiss that was deep and long and full of sinful promise. His hands in the meantime eased a little on the material of Cari’s shirt instead hiking it up just so he could get to the skin beneath, sliding a flat palm up and down over the planes of his abdomen enjoying the warmth of Carrington’s body the alcohol in his system giving him more confidence to touch the other man entirely as he wished to and having no shame in scraping his nails right along the waistband of Carrington’s jeans until pale skin was flushed red.

As far as issues went, Carrington’s list was long. Starting from before he was a teenager. A dead father, a mother who loved him more than anything, but could never keep a job. An abusive step-father. The results of his mother’s attempt to keep a roof over their heads. And the list went on. Which was why Carrington joined the military the moment he turned eighteen. His mother had passed away the year before, and he barely finished school (only because she would have wanted him to) before enlisting.

So to say there were abandonment issues there was an understatement. Add on a heaping pile of bitterness, a need for affection and intimacy that was nearly beaten out of him by his step-father - ‘boys don’t cry, you pathetic shit.’ - and it made for a well-crafted outer shell that had been nearly impenetrable for the last decade and a half or so. But the moment it cracked, the very second that Fane’s words and actions - his refusal to back away from the abrasiveness Carrington used as a shield - slipped their fingers into the breach, something shifted.

Carrington’s grip on Fane’s arm grew even more firm. His breathing was more shallow and came faster. And when permission had been given - not that Fane was going to take no for an answer - and promises made, Fane slotted his mouth over Carrington’s. It was all the soldier could do not to moan out loud.

It was hesitant at first, a bit of resistance that had yet to leave. Years of playing the game, holding up the shield that had kept him safe. But kept him alone. After a moment he yielded, his mouth opening beneath Fane’s as he panted. The firm press of large, warm hands over his belly made the muscles flex and tighten. But now that they had begun, now that the dam was breached so to speak, there was no stopping it. Carrington reached for Fane’s belt, hooking his fingers over and in and pulling him flush. He still didn’t say a word, but his hands trembled as they moved beneath Fane’s shirt, slicking away sweat as they traced the contours of his body. There was no mistaking his arousal. It already pressed firmly against his jeans, straining towards a release that had been building for months. That he’d wanted but not been able to let himself realize until now. Until someone else had done it for him.

It was almost frenzied, the way his hands pulled at Fane as they kissed. Searching, wanting, needing whatever he was willing to give. Fingers worked frantically at his buckle as they sought out the warm hardness beneath. Out of all of it, Carrington spoke one word. It was just a breath of air as he said, “Please…”

They all had their own host of issues, not that they had ever discussed them but it was a given amongst the three of them. If you didn’t ask it didn’t get brought up and you all went about your days. Fane knew there had to be a host of reasons behind why Carrington was the way he was, and he would be lying to say he didn’t want to know. He did, very much, but getting to that point proved harder than he’d anticipated. One thing Fane was good at though, was finding the cracks in people’s armour. Finding the weak points and turning them to his benefit and their disadvantage if he so wished. But this-- this was different, and as Fane worked his fingers further into the chinks he found himself infinitely curious and becoming almost, dare he say it, protective of the stubborn hardass.

Where most would back off at the rebuttals and remarks Carrington tossed out, Fane only saw them as a challenge and a warning flag that there were things that needed tending to. Getting to this point had been a god awful uphill battle though. He could only hope this would change things for the better and not make things weird or different. Carrington’s mouth was warm and slowly grew more lax under the firm insistent press of Fane’s kiss his tongue delving just a little to test the waters and making a content noise when Carrington’s own hands sought out skin. Slightly nervous, and Fane wondered how long ago-- if at all Carrington had done this. Judging by what Fane had seen earlier, Carrington had certainly been with women before but it wasn’t as if they talked about these sorts of things.

The hook of Carrington’s fingers were insistent, dragging him flush and Fane threaded his fingers through Carrington’s hair as he took his time to explore his mouth while his fingers sought out the tremouring skin beneath his shirt. Unabashedly popping a few buttons of his shirt to reveal more of his midriff. The press of their hips left no mistake of their respective arousal, and Fane barely hesitated in grinding his hips a little into Carrington’s creating a glorious friction. He shifted slightly moving to mouth at the other man’s jaw as he felt his own belt loosen though the material hung off his hips still. His hands caught Carrington’s though, before he could go delving mostly because he was the one calling the shots right now. “No, not yet,” his voice was gruffer now as he slid a hand over the front of Carrington’s jeans palming the stiff bulge in a lazy fashion with his hand while his lips moved along the line of Carrington’s jaw until he nosed his hair just by his ear before he spoke again hand slow and insistent if a little softer as he gripped the other man through his jeans squeezing just a fraction.

“Tell me,” his voice lowered to a purring rumble soft despite the obscenely contrasting choice of language “you ever let anyone bend you over and pound that gorgeous ass of yours open?” Fane pressed a kiss to the skin just behind Carrington’s ear, nosing the spot a moment later it was meant both as a way to rile the other man, but also a way to inform his own advancements from here. “Or do I have the luxury of being the first?” To know and be able to judge what the other man would or wouldn’t be able to handle.

His intent here, after all, was to take care of him. Fane planned to make good on that assurance.

There were only a handful of people in this world that had ever wanted to know Carrington Bishop. Other than knowing what he could do for them. What he could gain for them. How they would profit from knowing him. His father, his mother, his best mate in the service. Three people that had truly cared. Out of thousands that he had crossed paths with over the years.

So Fane’s stubborn refusal to leave Carrington to his drunken haymaking gave him pause. Why? Why did it matter if he got the shit beat out of him in an alley in some third world country? No one would miss him if he just… never came back. Everyone that might’ve done was gone. A long time ago. Weren’t they?

Carrington’s expression was partly pleading, partly confused, partly weary submission. He was tired. To his bones. Of running. All the time. Of trying to stay just one step of ahead of the next new thing that was out to kill him. He’d scraped loose by the skin of his teeth on several occasions. His body was a testament to that. Scars, some small, some large, littered his body. Each telling a small part of the story of a boy who’d been running away nearly his whole life.

But now… now he wasn’t running. Now he was staying right where he was, beneath the warmth of Fane’s mouth on his skin and his hands under his shirt. But surely the spell would break. Surely Fane would realize the mistake he was making. That Carrington wasn’t worth it. Wasn’t worth his time. Wasn’t worth-

He sucked in a breath as a firm hand slid over his hardening cock beneath his jeans. Christ above… But his hands stilled at Fane’s belt, contenting themselves with stroking the curve of his hips. The words fell from Fane’s mouth like honey. Thick and warm and sinful. Carrington swallowed thickly, shaking his head minutely. “No. No one.” He’d been with plenty of women. Made a fair lover if opinions were true. But he’d never been another man. He’d been curious, but never found the courage to move past that curiosity. His stepfather had been the nasty sort. Racist, homophobic, misogynistic. And all around pig of a man. He’d beaten it into Carrington from the time he was twelve that anything but a man and a woman together was wrong. It would get you sent straight to Hell. At first he questioned it, but eventually Carrington grew tired of the beatings he took. So he stopped. He nodded. He kept his head down. And the moment he turned 18, he was gone. The military had been no better. Young men trying to prove that their cock was bigger than the man next to them. No room for sissies or homos they’d said. Again, Carrington kept his head down and went about his life.

“You’re the first,” he breathed against Fane’s neck. He was punchdrunk by now, all but reeling from the miasma of sensation he was experiencing for the first time. And as much as he was confused by how he felt, he knew it felt good… it felt damn good… and he wasn’t going to stop it.

There were certain sorts of people in the world Fane held a very high disdain for, and while Fane recognised that there was damage Carrington carried. Damage he sustained at some point in his life to cause him to be the sort of man he was today, Fane could hardly ever fathom quite what he’d had to endure. And perhaps one day he would learn the truth of it, he hoped they got to that day, a point in time at which Carrington truly chose to trust him with the truest version of himself. He would be lying to say he didn’t lie awake some nights wondering about Remy and Winston, who were they? Really? Underneath the bravado and cutting witticisms. He wanted to know what made them tick.

But Fane didn’t care simply for curiosity's sake alone, it was a deeper need for connection. A deeper need to connect with someone on a deeper level than simply engaging in a conversation with them. He had vague recollections of his parents, something terrible had happened to his mother… What, he could never quite remember, too young to truly remember but enough to drive his father to obsess over his work in trying to save her soul. To bring her back. Because there had to be a way to bring her back. Had to be some truth to the legends and myths.

Insane . Lunatic. Madman. Driven to insanity by the passing of his wife.

All words whispered behind his back, all the words Fane grew up listening to. Until the day it had become too much, or that was how the story went. All Fane did remember was opening the door to the office after a fierce argument about how work was all that mattered to him, about why did it matter when it wouldn’t bring her back, because his mother was gone but he was still here. Was that not enough for his father? The last words yelled by an angry and upset child who only wanted his family back together. Except, when he had gone to apologise he’d found his father’s body slumped over the desk, brains splattered over the wooden panelling and a smoking gun on the floor near his hand. It had been ruled a suicide. How could it be seen as anything but? A mentally ill man who refused to seek help. Andthe whispers came again after that, only a matter of time,if only someone could have seen it coming, that poor boy I wonder if he’ll end up the same way.

They all had their traumas, and perhaps it was his own close-brush with it that left him acutely aware of the cracks in others. That made him so stubbornly obstinate towards seeing anyone else self-destruct. He’d done nothing once. If he could stop that happening again, then to some degree perhaps he’d consider it a good deed. Not to mention he was starting to give a damn about Remy and Winston. Frustrating as it was, but it was the truth and Fane wasn’t sure he would be able to keep up worrying about whether or not that would be the final time they walked out the door never to be seen again. When he’d gained so much from them and he could only hope they from him in turn. Fane didn’t seek to profit, but to protect the people he’d come to care for.

Fane recognised the look in Carrington’s eyes, had seen it too many times in the mirror himself to count. Perhaps to that end, he was following in his father’s footsteps… Though it worried him that it might end the same way. For now, Fane chose to focus on Carrington. Raising a hand to hold his face, to look him in the eye and without so many words say it was going to be fine. They were going to be fine if they stuck together.

The shallow inhale of air brought a smile to his lips, his body warming under the lazy exploration and grip of Carrington’s palms. With the admission that no one had done this however, Fane put a few inches between them his expression thoughtful as he scrutinised the other man’s features. “Hmm,” his fingers brushed once more over the front of Carrington’s jeans making a soft appreciative noise low in his throat at the thickness he felt cupped in his hand, rather enjoying the act in all honesty and even more curious about seeing Carrington up close in proper fashion. “Well, this wouldn’t be the situation I would’ve picked for a first time,” Fane laughed lightly the noise barely an exhale in Carrington’s ear “but I’ll work with it. It also means I’ll have to be very… thorough.” A crooked grin split his lips as Fane made short work of Carrington’s belt, one-handedly flicking the button of his jeans free and easily loosening the zipper having been in this particular situation more times to count. Shoving the material aside just enough to slip his hand inside the front of Carrington’s jeans and boxers features growing rather bright as his fingers brushed the stiff length of Carrington’s cock feather-light before thin fingers wrapped around the girth giving a few lazy tugs certainly not disappointed at what he found. But just as much as Fane wanted to keep touching him he wanted to make this worthwhile, Fane raised his free hand to brush Carrington’s face stealing another kiss.

“Kneel down, hm?” it was easy enough to let his own jeans fall from his hips and Fane pushed his boxer-briefs down enough that the weighty length of his own cock bobbed free. “M’gonna need the help of that lovely mouth of yours now… So precise, but you’re going to be nice ‘n’ sloppy tonight yeah? As wet as you can get me, I promise I’ll return the favour.”

“A dirty alley is hardly my first choice either,” Carrington huffed, though there was a nervous humor in his words. A strained compliance with Fane’s wishes that he was holding onto by a thread. His cock ached where it pressed against his jeans, and when it was finally given room, the sound that rushed out of him was one of utter relief. But it bled into a moan as Fane’s hand wrapped around his length and slid over the hardened flesh enough to make Carrington grip his waist a bit more tightly.

His mouth was even more lax than it had been, and his knees felt a bit weak. And as Fane’s mouth moved against his again, Carrington found himself kissing back with more confidence than he had before. It was a subtle shift, and not one that took away from what Fane was doing, but it was enough to brighten the flush of his cheeks and turn his expression from something dour to something… wanting.

Carrington blinked at Fane as he asked him to get on his knees, but after the span of a moment or two, the hesitancy passed. It was a show of trust, to be in such a vulnerable position like this. He knelt slowly, eyes turning from Fane’s face to the way the other man’s cock hung heavily in the air between them. Taking Fane’s words as permission, Carrington reached up and brushed his knuckles over the underside of the swollen flesh. It bobbed gently, and he wrapped his hand around it, testing the weight and girth. His own cock hung heavily, the tip slick and leaking, as he finally leaned forwards and took Fane into his mouth.

“Glad we can agree on that,” Fane’s words were a little breathy but no less confident than before not to mention having Carrington very much in hand felt awfully good. “God I’m going to have you on a counter sometime… So’s I can look at your eyes rolling back in your skull.” What a pretty sight it would be, Fane certainly thought so. Not to mention the thought of painting Carrington with his own spend as he came. The thought just sent heat straight to his already aching cock.

The confidence was a positive sign, one that Fane took and encouraged with slightly firmer touches and a harder press of his lips. Ever encouraging Carrington to give him more. To give him everything he had to offer. To trust him. And that was what Carrington gave him when he asked for it. “M’not gonna hurt you,” he assured sensing the other man’s hesitancy, a hand brushed the side of Carrington’s face “need to make sure you’re prepared.” Even now, Fane was able to be considerate enough to think about Carrington’s needs, Fane had done this plenty of times before with younger and slightly older men so it was hardly a new ballpark to traverse.

He watched from under hooded eyes as Carrington sank down, the sight of this proud man reduced to his knees sent a pleasant rush through him that shivered up his spine. Fane made no move to push, letting Carrington settle himself though a sharp inhale through his nose sounded at the brush of his knuckles against the rigid flesh. “That’s it,” Fane moved to card his fingers through Carrington’s hair encouragingly his knees feeling a little wobbly as he was taken in the warm grip of Carrington’s palm “just--” he exhaled shallowly stomach muscles flexing and jumping in anticipation “do what feels right.” He was mumbling quiet words of encouragement that faded off into a low gasp as his cock was taken into the generous and hungry heat of Carrington’s mouth his hands moving to tangle encouragingly in Cari’s hair his hips stuttering in the effort not to buck into the warmth. It took the other man a few tries to grow accustomed to just the right movements but it didn’t take too much until the veiny shaft of his cock was shining from the due diligence given “just - ah - fuck, just like that. Don’t forget your hands.” His head rolled back a little, dazed his fingers digging a little into Carrington’s scalp. “You’re so good,” he praised breathlessly petting Carrington’s hair affectionately while he worked at the job Fane was instructing him in “doing just what I asked you to. Ugh-- m’gonna split you open so easy now.” His hips jerked as Carrington tested the waters, alternating between licks and sucks and the occasional brush of his hand all of which Fane encouraged rather vocally.

Until he felt a familiar ache boiling in his belly, and he grunted waiting for a moment of Carrington to lean back a trail of saliva and precum linking them both. Fane noted how the other man’s eyes were blown dark in desire “so good, so so good, c’mon, up y’get.” Fane took a moment to steal a kiss, lightly biting at his lip before his hands went to Carrington’s hips manhandling him a little more firmly to face the wall. “Turn round,” Fane didn’t quite care if Carrington had to use the wall for support, interested in making sure he enjoyed this. Smoothing the skin of Carrington’s back under his shirt with his hands but they were intent on properly yanking Cari’s trousers down gripping and groping at the taut muscle of his pert ass not even bothering to hide the pleased groan at getting a feel of him. “God your ass is gorgeous, you’re gorgeous” Fane didn’t care for what happened to his clothes or how dirty they might get, dropping to his knees he sucked two fingers off until they were covered thickly and he wasted no time at all in rubbing them against Carrington’s hole using his palms to spread Carrington wide open and sparing no attention. He let the man have a moment, holding him there before his head dipped and his tongue moved to help his fingers work at making sure he was prepared. He worked sloppily, the slight bristle of his short beard no doubt increasing what the other man was feeling and Fane could only hope he was enjoying this as much as Fane presently was because there was hardly anything better.

Carrington’s palms pressed flat against the rough brick of the wall as Fane turned him around. His chest rose and fell as he panted, desire and lust and need spinning him ever higher, making him want more. Chasing away his fear and his anger and his distrust. Because he did trust Fane, in his own way. Months of never being let down, of having someone at your back, even if you didn’t get on all the time, was an eye-opener. The trust might not be 100% yet, but that was to be expected. Trust took time, after all. And for people such as Carrington, Fane, and Faye, time was really all they had right now.

The touch of Fane’s hands against his back left him moaning. The other man’s touch drifted lower, and Carrington winced slightly at the new sensation of fingers rubbing slick and warm against his ass. It wasn’t unpleasant, not in the least, just different. He knew he should relax a bit, and when Fane went to his knees, adding his tongue to ease the slide of his fingers, Carrington felt his knees go weak. “Fucking hell… ah.... Fuck…” His forearms braced him now, his head dipped between them as he lost himself in the debauched act of what Fane was doing. He pushed back against the pressure, wanting more. His cock was so hard it was painful. Slick with precum and bobbing against his belly with every press of Fane’s fingers. He felt like he could cum just from that. The thought of being seen - or even caught - in what they were doing never crossed Carrington’s mind. He was done for. At the mercy of the man fucking him open with hand and tongue.

Fane was acutely aware of Carrington’s movements, he hadn’t had quite so much to drink and the fight had worn a lot of the booze from his system. Though he was finding himself to be growing quite drunk on listening to the moans and whines he was getting out of someone who was normally so stoically silent you might’ve forgotten he was there if not for the fact you could see him. Fane was also aware of the fact that there was another reason to this, beyond his own desire and his own curiosity. He knew something drastic needed to shift in the hopes of finding some point convergence and solution to Carrington’s attitude. Did he think it would be a one-job fix? Not at all. But he was willing to take the time to try and start the process off.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that he got to enjoy this in the process. Ultimately, it was a win-win if it worked and Fane very much hoped it did.

At first he worked lightly, not pressuring simply spreading and making sure Carrington was decently covered to begin with. Only once he was satisfied with that fact did Fane let his tongue help ease the friction the soaked tips of his fingers starting to probe just one to begin with and after working past the tight ring of resistance letting Carrington grow accustomed to the new feeling did a second join it working deeper into his body, crooking, twisting and scissoring as the man entirely at his mercy started pushing back after the initial surprise. Fane pressed a kiss to his lower back “s’good, that’s it. You’re doing so good,” the groans dripping from Cari’s lips made Fane’s own glistening cock throb with need, but Fane persevered thrusting his fingers a little faster occasionally using a bit more spit until he felt the ring of muscle start to loosen and the other man tremble and shudder. “Look at you,” he crooned affectionately “so hungry for it.” Fane was utterly and singularly minded despite how his mouth watered for more of a taste of Carrington’s own impressive length. There was time yet, for now Fane kissed Carrington’s hip once more licking some of the salt off of his heated skin, soft affections interspersed to help ease him into growing comfortable chin propping there as he glanced up his fingers crooking again “you tell me when you feel ready darling.” Fane was utterly beholden to what Carrington wanted and would work to the other man’s comforts and needs. “Tell me when you’re ready ‘n’ what you want,” his fingers slowed a little when he spoke then needing to know the other man recognised that he cared about what Carrington felt comfortable with “I want you to feel so good, want you to feel giddy with how much you needed this.”

There were no words that Carrington could utter that would have been understandable at this point. The overload of sensation, of something new and a bit frightening but God’s above it felt good, had taken what was left of his senses. Fane’s praise was like oxygen to a drowning man. A liferaft in the middle of the storm. It was all Carrington could do to not beg for more. But his body and his voice spoke for themselves. Pressing back against the slide of Fane’s hand where it tested the limits of his body.

His cock was painfully hard by now. He whimpered as it throbbed, leaving a wet trail where it bobbed against his stomach as he moved himself against Fane’s fingers. He almost reached down and took himself in hand. But if he did that he wouldn’t last half a minute. He was so tense, so tightly wound, so frustrated and pent up, that when Fane gave him another order, to speak when he was ready, Carrington barely hesitated. “I’m ready…. Christ…. Ah… I can’t… I can’t wait… any longer... “ He pressed towards Fane again, gritting his teeth as he fought to stay on his feet. “I just want you… I want this… please…”

Fane’s fingers continued to breach him, crooking and driving in deeper and more firmly as Carrington grew more responsive to the act. “Look at you, God look at you, you’re gagging for it aren’t you?” He nosed against Carrington’s skin “who knew the tight-laced soldier boy was such a slut” the praise continued to flow from his lips, silky-smooth between soft kisses and affections branded searing hot into Carrington’s skin. The previous tension in the man giving way to a certain degree of permittance to enjoy this, to enjoy himself and let himself be lost in this. More than once he dragged a guttural groan from the depths of Carrington’s throat along the pressure of him pushing back. Not to mention how raw and stripped down he sounded when he finally said he was ready. Fane let him rock back as much as he could, though every twist of his fingers seemed to draw forth a shudder that rippled through the man attempting to stand before him.

It was an impressive sight.

Nosing into Carrington’s skin and dragging his tongue over an old scar, Fane slowly worked in a third finger for good measure. “Don’t worry darling,” he shifted then, pushing off his feet to wrap an arm around Carrington’s midriff to help keep him up and kiss in the dip of his shoulder. “Not much longer, just need to make sure you’re ready for when I fuck you proper.” As promised, he yanked Carrington’s shirt down his back exposing the expanse of his shoulders just because Fane wanted access to his skin didn’t make Carrington wait. His own cock was straining, glistening from Carrington’s earlier attentions and Fane took himself in hand dragging the swollen head against the other man’s slick, tender hole releasing a low exhale of air against the crook of Carrington’s shoulder. He let him have a chance to stop this, if he wanted, but when no such request came Fane pressed up behind him removing any remaining space until his chest was flush with Carrington’s back. Idly he wished he’d gone to the effort of yanking his own shirt off, and he’d only half-pulled Carrington’s down to expose his back. It was enough though, enough to feel the banded tightness of his muscles and sweat-slick skin. Perhaps another time he’d take his time to strip the poor man down before having his way with him. For now though, Fane kept his arm wrapped around Carrington’s thin torso keeping him braced steadily against the wall while the other helped guide the head of his cock past the lingering resistance of muscle stretchingCarrington’s ass wide around his prick with a choked moan. “ Fuuuuuck me, you feel so good.”

It took a few slow rolling cants of his hips to edge the full length of his cock home entirely, each one inching deeper while one hand remained splayedacross Carrington’s stomach. Grunting against his shoulder. “Jesus fuck--” his head tipped and pressed into the damp heat of his traps resting in him entirely and growing used to the tight squeeze of muscle “you feel that? Look at you taking it so well, you-- ah-- sure you weren’t made for this?” His hips started to rock then, fingers splayed across Carrington’s abdominals to press him back as Fane breached him starting to fuck him with slow gliding strokes. He was straining with the effort of forced control, wanting to try and draw this out but they were both so close. He slowly took his time to build up to a more driving pace breath short and sharp against the other man’s neck, fucking him in earnest not caring what noises he was making in Carrington’s ear because this felt fan-fucking-tastic.

Carrington whimpered, and the sound was both filled with lust and an overwhelming sense of greed for what Fane was about to do. He knew there would be pain, there always was with these sorts of things (or so he assumed), but he relished it. He wanted it. Needed it. Needed to be used and fucked and filled to the breaking point by someone that knew how. Someone that knew what he needed and was willing to give it to him. The pressure of Fane’s hand to his stomach made his cock twitch, leaking a sticky trail down the shaft as he pressed against the touch. When the pressure of fingers was replaced by the thick, swollen head of Fane’s cock, Carrington nearly sobbed with relief and anticipation. It was all he could do not to press back, not to beg for it like a whore. He just kept his face pressed to his arm, braced against the wall of the alley. And when Fane pushed home, the pressure a bright heat that sent waves of ecstacy rushing through his entire form, Carrington moaned out loud.

It stung, but Fane had prepared him well. After a bit, he relaxed even further, groaning obscenities into the humid air. He was a man of few words already, and none came out as Fane fucked into him over and over. Other than a few that were forced out here and there. Trembling, guttural cries of pain mixed with pleasure with relief.

Unable to help himself with Fane’s mouth grunting obscenely against his shoulder, Carrington reached back to grab at his waist, digging his nails in. Fane was being gentle, going slow, and for awhile that was what was needed. But as they drew closer… so close now that Carrington was going to come if he so much as touched his aching cock.

“Harder….” he breathed, turning his head into Fane’s. “.... harder….”

Fane was well aware there was often need for some gentling and encouragement to begin with, he held no illusion that it wouldn’t hurt some even with the lengths he’d gone to in order to try and prepare Carrington. But that would never entirely remove the stinging ache that came when you first experienced something like this. So, Fane controlled his desire to utterly pound the man to pieces taking his sweet time to push and build Carrington up with a steady rhythm. All while holding him close with the press of his fingers and warmth of his palm holding just above where the other man’s cock bumped against his taut stomach smearing a sticky trail over his skin.

It would’ve been so easy, to take him in hand and get him off there and then. But Fane was drunk on the obscene cries and moans he was dragging from Cari’s throat above the wet slap-slap-slap of skin against skin. Carrington’s attempts to push back on each thrust urging him on, hungry and desperate for more. Yet Fane wanted to drag out their respective gratification. Wanted to hear more of those noises. Fane had picked up his speed anyhow, but the dig of Carrington’s fingers caused him to grunt, eyes screwed shut as he buried his forehead and rubbed his sweaty hair against the hard line of the man’s shoulders panting shallowly with every snap of his hips.

Carrington’s head turned mouth open invitingly and Fane leaned in to steal an open-mouthed kiss while his hand snaked around and his fingers locked around Carrington’s leaking cock. His grip twisted and thumb rolled over the blunt head to rub the slit there before withdrawing to circle the head again, simultaneously he began to drive his hips harder and deeper hitting that spot that would make the other man see stars all while feeling how Carrington’s body yielded under the fresh barrage. Carrington slipped against the wall with the force and sheer single-minded determination Fane was fucking into him with now nails clawing Cari’s stomach scarlet while the other hand roughly started jerking and tugging on his cock thumbing the ridge with deliberate attention. The rhythm from earlier was falling by the wayside by now, Fane’s motions growing more urgent and erratic by the second. Licking a stripe against the arch of Carrington’s shoulder, Fane nosed his damp hair before on a particularly sharp and hard thrust bit down on the banded muscle above his scapula. “Go on you little slut, let’s see you cum all over my hand like the whore you are.”

Pain was something Carrington was used to. Something he’d grown accustomed to over the years. His own comfort never mattering to anyone other than himself. Even past lovers had never tried to be soft with him. They only saw him as the hard, sharp-tongued, tracker who got shit done and then went about his way, prize in hand. The occasional one had tried to get to know him. But for all the wrong reasons. Because he was an enigma that didn’t bare his soul and his secrets to someone just because they were paying him. His ability to be bought only went so far. It was the one vestige of pride he still had left. To keep his own council. To never give anyone the ability to hurt him with something other than a knife or a gun or their fists.

So the pain that preceded pleasure was welcome. It was a new sort of pain. One he wasn’t sure if he really wanted until it had been given to him in the right way. By the right person. And for all his acerbic, closed-off nature, Carrington wanted someone to want him. Not for what he could do. Or for what he gain them. He wanted someone to want him for nothing more than the person he was at the end of the day. Weary, untrusting, clinical, precise… lonely. If someone could see all those things, accept them, then maybe they would begin to see the man beneath.

None of that was on his mind at the moment, however. The only thing he could think was that if he’d died right now, with Fane’s cock buried inside him, he would die happier than he’d ever been in the last twenty years. The thick, wet slap of their bodies against one another was obscene. As were the sounds that rolled from each man’s mouth with each cant of Fane’s hips. Carrington stood, legs spread wide for Fane, the warm air and their efforts making sweat drip from his hair. It ran down his back, his belly, coated his arms and the curve of his ass.

His cock strained for attention, the head red and slick and swollen. When Fane reached down and touched him, Carrington’s entire body shuddered violently. He thought he’d cum right then, but as Fane started to swipe the sticky fluid around the head, he realized he hadn’t. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck.. ahHHhhh…” Meaningless words, forced out by the way Fane buried himself inside Carrington. The pace picked up, and he turned his head, catching the other man’s mouth briefly before he started to lose control.

It was the catch of teeth against his skin that was the final straw. That pushed him over the edge. The near frantic pace of the man fucking him… his hand pumping his slick cock, calling him a whore… demanding such filthy things from him…

His stomach tightened as his head fell back. “Ohh christ… ohh fuck… ohhh…. Ohh… AHHhhhmmmphhhh…” Hot spend arched in a thick stream from the weeping tip of his cock as Carrington came hard. Some of it hit the wall, some of it dribbled out onto the ground. But the sound he made, and the way he fucked into Fane’s hand even as the other man worked him frantically… he nearly sagged to the ground when the aftermath started to shudder through him. He didn’t even care as his cock started to soften ever so slightly. It stayed half-hard, leaking still as Fane continued to keep up a punishing pace towards his own release.

If there was one thing the three of them understood, even if they never would admit it. It was the desire to be wanted for more than the obvious, they each in their own respective way sought to be understood for the person they truly were. Not who they sold themselves off as. Appearances always were false, or that was Fane’s opinion. People sold the photoshopped versions of themselves, with the ugly bits deliberately blurred or left by the wayside to appear more appealing to the world. To be accepted, to be wanted. But that was part of the things that came with living with people, you couldn’t airbrush out the imperfections, you saw them and you either came to accept them for what they were or you rejected them and perhaps denied yourself a relationship with that person in the process.

As it was, Fane’s intention tonight had been entirely separate to what had ultimately come to pass. His view of the man had changed in the space of an hour. He’d been angry, pissed even but the only thought crossing his mind presently was how beautiful the other man looked as he gave in entirely. His hard exterior shattering to something Fane wasn’t sure how to describe but ultimately revealing a softer interior that needed handling with care, needed nurturing and protecting which was exactly why Fane started slow. You couldn’t jump the gun with something like this, and Carrington had all but admitted he was putting his faith in Fane by doing this. By giving in to this. Fane wasn’t the sort to betray that trust. He would have perhaps continued that way, nurturing Carrington’s desire and lust until he was built so high it was all he could do but to let himself shake apart in his arms but the tracker had other things in mind. Wanted something different, and Fane’s only thought was to give him what he wanted.

Fane’s clothes were sticking to his body, the humidity of the night combined with the sheer amount of effort and determination he put into what he was doing to Carrington meant his brow by now was glistening. Carrington was running with sweat too, which only meant he slid more comfortably the more Fane pressed into his back and grasped at his belly feeling it tighten and flutter with every pant that Carrington puffed out.No doubt the sight of them would look obscene should people come to investigate but he couldn’t give any fucks about that. Not when the man in front of him was willingly laying himself bare, letting Fane strip back the armour and dig his fingers in to explore the truth beneath in a slow caress of his palm against tight muscle and bone. For the second or maybe third time tonight he wished right then that he had a better light, wanting to admire and truly explore the man giving himself over entirely. Another time, gods he hoped there would be another time for him to do that.

Fane adjusted then, bracketing the arm that had been pressed securely to Carrington’s stomach around his collarbones then, pulling him flush and clutching him close. Not to mention allowing him support until Fane was through with him. A shudder ran through the tracker’s entire body as he seized and gave himself over entirely to the undeniable and Fane continued to pump his cock, milking it for everything it was worth until he was certain there was nothing more to be taken. “That’s it,” Fane’s hand eased a little but still kept hold of Carrington’s cock stroking it lazily as he nosed against a spot just behind the other man’s ear feeling the warm thickness of Carrington’s spend oozing through his fingers and over his knuckles “look at you,” he whispered voice and breath ragged as he slowed the punishing rhythm he’d set prior “look at you, gorgeous little cockwhore leaking all over my hand.”

A low growling groan left him as Carrington continued to arch and push his hips into the tunnel of Fane’s hand, it was too much and the desire that had been boiling in his veins left him to yank Carrington’s ass back. Snapping his hips in a vicious roll; pushing hard and fast for a few relentless thrusts his muscles straining and trembling with the effort until he tumbled over into oblivion. Coming hard with a rolling noise of relief as he filled Carrington up, Fane’s belly tightened, his body quivering with the effort as his hips rolled in a slowing slightly staccato pace fucking Carrington as full as he could before it would eventually leak down the man’s thighs. The tension leeched out of Fane’s body, leaving him leaning heavily against Carrington’s back face buried against the arch of his shoulder his arms wrapped loosely around the other man’s frame as he started to regain some thoughts from his short-circuiting mind. His cock was growing soft but Fane made no effort to move just yet, only turning his face into the crook of Carrington’s neck mouthing the skin in a lazily contented fashion. “You ‘kay?”

Carrington felt the hot rush as Fane found his own release. His cock throbbed again, even though it was softening, and he groaned at the sensation. At the feel of Fane’s body hard and tense behind him, his arms holding him hard enough to bruise as he spilled himself hard inside of the other man. He held himself up by his arms, even though he wanted to fall to his knees. Fane’s weight made it harder to stay upright, and even though his arms shook, Carrington stayed as he was. They were both breathing hard and covered in sweat, blood, and cum. It was a debauched sight, and one Carrington would be lying if he said he wouldn’t have wanted to see for himself.

Fane’s mouth on his neck sent goosebumps racing along his arms. “Yeah…” he panted. “I’m okay.” A few more moments to recover a bit more. “Are you?” He turned his head just so, to look at Fane where he rested so heavily against his back. “Can you walk back? I don’t think I can carry you. Not after that.” He huffed a small, genuine laugh. Though it was slightly uncertain. Because what now? Carrington didn’t think they would go back to how they had been. Honestly, he didn’t want to. But as big a step as this was, it was just one step. There were still so many others to take. And they were a mystery to him. Other than getting a shower, and then sleep.

“What shall we tell Faye?” he asked, reluctant to move from his position. “She’ll be pacing a rut.”

It was genuinely a mess, but Fane couldn’t bring any part of himself to care about it right now. “Mm, m’good,” he said in return against Carrington’s neck eyes screwing up as he rested there for a few moments more. “Awh, you saying-- I’ve worn you out? I thought you soldiers were s’posed to be full of stamina,” Fane’s words were teasing however and the sound of Carrington’s laugh warmed him bringing about a smile. Eventually, though rather reluctantly he pushed back from where he rested against Carrington’s back legs feeling a little wobbly but not enough to topple over just yet.

Moving to lick his hand clean before he set about pulling up and fixing his jeans Fane made a low noise of approval as he looked at Carrington. Feeling a familiar hunger returning despite what they’d just done. There was no helping it really. Still, on the topic of Faye he sighed. Raising a hand to scrub it through his hair, “the truth,” though at Carrington’s slightly alarmed look he amended slightly “we tell her we got jumped, it’s true so it’s not wrong.” As he said this, Fane glanced at one of the few cuts he’d received earlier from his wrangle with their attackers wincing as he prodded it.

“You’re right though, we should probably… Go… She’ll be worried.”

Pulling out his phone, Fane had a thought and thumbed out a text before sending it off.

[TEXT]: Found him, headed back, don’t worry.

Carrington was mildly shocked as Fane said to just tell Faye the truth. But then he eased when he amended things. He wasn’t quite sure he was ready for her to know what had happened between her and Fane yet. He knew her well enough to know that she would find a reason to see it as them joining forces. Instead of what it actually was. And he understood that. In part. They all had issues with abandonment. And right now, the woman was probably pacing the floor wondering where they’d got off to, and what it meant. Other than she knew Carrington had left the bar piss drunk and Fane had come after him. A day earlier, and he would have thought her selfish. For making it all about her. But wasn’t that what he’d done tonight? Made this all about himself? The getting drunk. The fight. The argument with Fane that had led to-

Other things.

“Yeah. She will be.” A thoughtful look passed over his expression as he righted himself, but he didn’t expound on it as they turned towards the room.

Back in the hotel, Faye was pacing. They’d been gone an hour. How long did it take to wrangle one scrawny, drunken British man? She’d almost decided to go looking for them when her phone pinged. Grabbing it up from the bed, she saw the text from Locke.

“Jesus Christ,” she sighed. “You scared the hell outta me.” Not that she would say that were they actually here.

Txt: About time.

Txt: Not worried. See you soon.

Unsent text: be safe.

She tossed her phone back on the bed and moved off to the bathroom to scrub her face. What was wrong with her? Of course they were coming back. They wouldn’t just… leave her. Would they? At least not while she had the book. Maybe she should offer to carry it for a bit. So they couldn’t make a break for it while she was-

“Stop,” she told herself, slamming her hands against the sink. Splashing more water on her face, she went back to the room and sat down in the chair by the window. Their knock came on the door a few minutes later, and Faye stood as they came in.

“Jesus fucking Christ… what happened?” There was no disguising the shock on her face, or the worry that came with it. She’d just been trying to tell herself she wasn’t worried, and had even lied over text. But there was no mistaking the look that she gave the two of them as they shut the door behind them.

[TEXT]: He’s heavier than he looks, who knew, too many tea and scones.

[TEXT]: Yeah, see you in a bit.

Tucking his phone away, Fane waited for Carrington to sort himself out and make himself somewhat more presentable. Pulling is knife from his boot he retraced a couple of the cuts from earlier until they were spilling fresh rivulets down his arm and smearing some of it over his shirt. Decent enough he supposed. The walk back was quiet though Fane occasionally glanced at Carrington who walked a couple of paces ahead of him wondering now if things would change.

They arrived back at the room a while later, and after knocking Fane waited until the door was open before stepping in rubbing his eyes tiredly and stifling a jaw-cracking yawn with his hand. He recognised Faye’s concern well enough, “making friends,” Fane’s words were a little dry but the humour was real despite it all “or in other terms idiots picking a fight… You know, average night out.”

Faye came over and didn’t think all that much about taking first one man’s face and then the others between her fingers. Turning it this way and that to inspect the shiners and cut a bit more closely. “Why did they jump you?” she asked. “Were they locals?” She was afraid that they were Monarch soldiers, or even locals paid by Monarch to find them. Though they’d had no trouble so far honestly.

“You need to let me clean those up,” she said to Fane about the cuts on his arm, and Carrington the ones across his stomach. “They’ll fester. And the last thing you need is an infection in a place like this. You’ll just as soon die in a hospital as you’d get help.”

She rummaged around for their first aid kit and set it on the bed. “Come on. Sit.” She didn’t care who went first, just that they let her clean and bandage the wounds.

“Because someone was piss drunk and looked like an easy target,” Fane said with a quiet exhale as he let her turn his face this way and that trying not to wince as she prodded and pressed to inspect the damage done. It wasn’t too bad, or so he thought. He ached a little from where a couple of the knives had gone a little deep but otherwise nothing too horrendous. Fane glanced over at Carrington who seemed rather quiet as he sat there, lost in thought likely over what had happened tonight.

“Let us get washed first, then you can patch us up?” Fane suggested quietly not planning on leaving getting sorted but also knowing it would likely be easier once they were both clean. Not to mention the fact that they were both still a bit of a mess from their earlier activities even though they’d tried to semi-sort themselves out on the walk back. “Winston-- hey, Winston,” it took a couple of tries to stir his attention, “go get washed up hm?”

Carrington, to his credit blinked before pulling off his boots prior to his getting up and near silent trip to the bathroom where the shower could be heard running a little while later. Fane merely sat, propped back on his arms as he glanced at Remy “sorry for how long it took,” Fane’s voice stayed low when he spoke “he was a bit of a state.”

Faye didn’t say anything as Fane explained how they’d ended up getting their asses kicked. She merely frowned. Both men seemed fine. Other than the obvious. They let her inspect them, so she just nodded when Fane suggested they get cleaned up first. She stayed sat on the bed, watching Carrington as he moved off to take a shower. Faye watched him go, taking his silent cooperation for drunkenness and getting the hell beat out of him.

When the shower started up, Faye scrubbed a hand through her hair. “It’s fine,” she said. She didn’t admit she was worried, though her actions probably spoke all on their own. She picked at her nails, chewed short as she’d waited on them to return. “Want me to take a look?” she said about his own wounds. “Can at least see if anything needs stitching.” Her voice had returned to it’s usual casual tone, even though her mind raced along towards every eventuality.

Fane still wasn’t entirely sure what to think of everything that had happened tonight. He’d gone out thinking one thing and come back thinking… a lot of others. Carrington had grown quiet not to mention significantly more cooperating to what Fane asked of him. Though whether that was shock settling in from what had happened or a genuine willingness after what Fane had done for him, he wasn’t quite sure of that either. There were a lot more questions than answers he had now.

His eyes flickered to Faye when she once again insisted she was fine, “even so, I’m sorry.” But that was the last he had to say on the matter, if Faye wanted to act like she wasn’t fazed then he wouldn’t question it. “Look?” he’d momentarily forgotten what they were even discussing. “Oh, right,” he shrugged slightly “can do if you want? I don’t think it’s that bad… Granted I haven’t really looked.”

Carrington shut the bathroom door behind him, turning the sound of the others’ voices to a dull murmur. He moved like he was in a daze, and in a way he was. The full impact of what had happened in the alley - both the fight and the… after, though more the after - had yet to hit him. What it would mean. What it should mean. What did it mean?

He turned on the shower and stripped down, leaving his filthy clothes in a pile before stepping under the scalding hot water. Turning his face to the stream, he let it beat down, stinging at is ran over the cuts and scrapes that littered his body. He ached, bruises flaring under his eye and across his cheek. But he also ached in other places. But that particular ache was a good one, he realized. He didn’t think on it and regret anything. That didn’t mean he wasn’t… confused. Or unsure of where to go from here. The dynamic between him and Fane had already shifted. At least for the night. Because Carrington was still in a bit of shock. A sort of dazed euphoric confusion that his prior drinking didn’t help.

He moved mechanically, washing himself, rinsing, and then turning off the shower. He dried off, brushed his teeth, and wrapping a towel about his waist, moved back to the main room. Perhaps he should dress beforehand, but all his clothes were in his pack. He moved to where his things were and shuffled through, finding what he needed. A few of the cuts he’d received still oozed, the heat of the water dilating his vessels and making the bleeding start up again. Carrington didn’t notice. Not until someone touched his arm.

“Hey,” Faye said. “Can I look at those? Or… let Locke do it?” She tried not to notice anything but the wounds that needed tending, but it was rather hard with him standing right there in just a towel.

“It’s fine,” Carrington said, scooping up a shirt and pants before moving to sit on the bed. He sat the bundle of clothes in his lap. “They’re not deep.”

Faye just hummed as he sat down. “This one looks like it might be,” she said, probbing one of the cuts. “Jesus, what were they usin’? Broken bottles?” The slash was jagged, but as she dapped it with a piece of gauze, she saw that it was mostly superficial, thank goodness. “Tell me you’ve had your tetanus shot recently?” she asked, holding the gauze to it to stop the bleeding.

When Carrington emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam filtered by a hazy orange backlight that illuminated the other man’s damp skin Fane had to fight back the urge to get up and touch him. Reminding himself that they had company now not to mention he wasn’t sure how either of them would react to that display. Plus, Faye got up to go over and inspect him leaving Fane to lounge on the bed and get his head together and well out of the gutter. Hearing his name mentioned when Carrington refused Faye’s assistance he sighed sitting up to pull his boots off and toss them aside somewhere in the room with a thud.

Pushing up to his feet from the sink of the mattress he stretched out his back trying not to let his eyes linger on the curve of Carrington’s spine or outline of his scapula under a tall thin frame. Which wasn’t helped when Carrington came over to sit in nothing but the towel on the bed and Fane rolled his eyes. “Stop being a stubborn ass will you?” the words were quiet and firm but not unkind as he moved to press a hand to Carrington’s shoulder just above the spot he’d sunk his teeth into earlier that was perhaps bruising up a bit too. Carrington tensed initially but eventually relaxed. “Let her help you.”

Carrington’s eyes were fixed on the floor just beyond where his clothes were propped in his lap. But after Fane’s encouragement and the soft touch he rubbed his arm before relenting. “Bottles, knives…”

“Don’t forget the baseball bat,” Fane’s voice echoed from where he’d stepped away towards the bathroom stripping off his shirt in the process and tossing it in the corner. “M’gonna get washed.” With that, he shut the door, stripped, scratched his stomach before stepping under the stream of water with closed eyes letting it simply wash over him for now wondering what was going to happen now. Would things change from now on? They already had started to shift… but not in a negative fashion. They would be in another country tomorrow, they’d have to see wouldn’t they?

[teahouses3]

Chapter 2

“My sister from London” he replies, leaning over the counter to take the mug from Yoongi's hand.

“I see. Are you having anything?”

I turn to him. His eyes are heavy and full of a dark lust that send chills down my spine, his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly apart waiting for an answer. “Whiskey,” I quickly pick myself up from his sharp features. Yoongi doesn’t look very impressed with my order, yet a ‘not bad’ grimace appears on his face for a moment. Then I realize how irritated I am with all that situation.

Taehyung sits down in one of the tables and I stand next to him in the chair facing the door. The snow was now intense. “There’s a blizzard coming” he draws the words out of my mouth, sucking the beer foam with a noise. I want to ask if they are buttery like the ones in the movie, but that would sound stupid coming from me. I frown when a tattooed arm crosses behind my shoulder and puts a shot in front of me, leaving a sweet perfume that by itself already irritates me enough. I don’t thank him, and I put my cashmere coat on the back of the chair before spilling the dose at once.

“Faye, this is Yoongi. And Yoongi... that’s the girl we were talking before” Tae changes his inspection look between us two. Then, between a swallow and another, he pushes the mug away from his lips “That’s fucking warm” and walks to the opposite side, past the counter and disappearing into the back door, leaving me and the guy alone. While I look at the table I can feel his stare on me.

I fidget with the glass between my fingers and try to think of something, anything to take me out of here, because Yoongi seems as interested in talking as I do. The minutes go by and we only hear Tae from afar, in what I suppose to be a kitchen, cursing against something he had broken. It’s only after some time in silence that someone decides to speak. Curiously, it’s me.

“About me, mh?” I ask, referring to what Taehyung said, still half groggy with the bitter taste of the whiskey. For a moment I think he’s actually surprised I really said something.

“I wouldn’t flatter myself” he pulls out a chair and sits backwards. He throws the napkin over his shoulder, folds his arms in the wooden guard and stares at me. Deeply. “And then?”

“What?” I frown.

“Ten minutes and I only heard you speak for whiskey.”

My spine chills once again. I’m probably blushed right now. “You offered.”

“You accepted. You killed the dose, look” he runs his finger along the edge of the glass, cynical. I move back and watch his tattooed phalanxes playing with it.

“If you didn’t want to serve me then why did you offer it?” My voice sounds more annoyed than I really am, yet it doesn’t seem to have any effect on Yoongi.

He just sniffs and stands up, looks at me over by the corner of his eye before returning to the counter: “I didn’t say that.”

It’s ridiculous what a raspy voice does to me, especially the hoarse ones. I change my mind and immediately put my coat as I feel my arm hairs bristling, before anyone can realize my allergic reaction to a deep voice, tattoos and a handsome smile. Apparently Yoongi realized, or thought I was very funny, because he made his way back to the counter with a slight small laugh on his red lips.

For the first time in a while I feel like kissing and hugging Tae when he comes back from the kitchen, because my body was already collapsing by being here all alone with that guy. Instead of being all overwhelmed I should’ve been way smarter, too late now. Then I sit there with a crease in my forehead, instead of giving that Yoongi a very shrewd answer or anything that left him open-mouthed.

“Here it is” Tae drops a long neck beer cracking in front of us and sits in the same spot, sipping his. “No beer from the barrel, the refrigerator is broken. Didn’t you see it earlier?”

Yoongi's forehead wrinkles and he purses his lips in irritation. “Of course I did, don’t be stupid. Jungkook swung a ball at the wires, playing goal kick. I'll make him fucking pay for it.”

Taehyung burst out laughing. “I bet ten pounds he hit a pine tree and got lost on the road since yesterday. There's no way he'd come home pissed the way he was.”

The two laugh and Tae continues, wiping a tear in the corner of his eye “I think we should call him. Just to make sure. Ah! Sorry Fay, do you want something else? Since you like whiskey there's a scotch here and...”

“There is?” I was awaken from my reverie. I have in fact always hated beer, and contrary to my cousin I disagree it suits well the cold seasons. “Scotch sounds good” I say, and that's it.

My mother always disapproved my taste for whiskey. She says we don’t have to get pissed on the first chance we have, it’s quite eloquent actually. At the end it’s all bullshit. Grandma drank a lot, Uncle Pete spends Thanksgiving stupidly drunk — because we don’t celebrate it in England — and my mom herself sometimes get wasted with the whiskey on the living room she claims has decorative purposes, but the volume of the bottles is every time mysteriously lower.

And thank God it's Taehyung who serves me, Yoongi’s too busy on his cell phone, a wrinkle in the middle of his forehead. Does he have a girlfriend? I wonder.

“Jungkook” I say, as a glass lands on my hand with ice this time, “Is it a friend's name or some drunk random guy?”

“Both” Tae gives me his bright smile “I'll introduce you to him when we find him.”

“No need” I spill de dose and wipe my lips with the back of my hand. The scotch comes down burning my throat. I squeeze my eyes so hard that when I open them I see a thousand black dots.

“Don’t be so full of yourself. If you're going to stay, then you'll have to meet our friends” he smirks. I see from the corner of my eyes Yoongi looking up from his cell phone, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Well” I release the air forcefully “Since I'm doomed to stay right here forever...”

“It happens” Tae shrugs, but to me he seems perversely happy with the situation “Moreover, you’ve just arrived at the perfect timing and I believe it’s a message from the universe.”

“Is it?” I sigh, surrounding the edge of the glass with my fingers “And what exactly does it say?”

“Says I'm taking you to Jade's tonight.”

A cynical cough echoes through the bar, “Mmh?”

It's Yoongi. He goes on like that for a while, leaning on the counter and staring at Taehyung, that’s why I get scared when he turns to me and asks “Do you wanna go?” His startling hoarse voice makes me jump in my chair.

For a second I want to say that I’d go wherever he wants. But I swallow hard and try to answer “I—”

Before I can open my mouth to respond, Taehyung gives a comic laugh, making me even more confused. “It’s not like she's going to get involved in a gunfight or get fucked up at molly, will you Faye?” Tae turns at me, “But if you like this kind of thing it’s fine.”

When he finishes, Yoongi has calm features and seems indifferent to me. “Can’t. You’re taking those girls tonight” Yoongi calmly states. At that point in the discussion, Tae's jaw was screwed up again and Yoongi's eyes are angry, I can feel he's about to punch him, don’t ask me why. “There’s no space for her.”

Tae shrugs and looks at me with a sad smile on. “Sorry, Fay, maybe next week?” I smile and nod at him. Even though I have no idea of to what kind of orgy my cousin’s willing to take me, I’m glad I’ll be home organizing my stuff. Jade’s doesn’t really looks like the right place for me, if it’s in fact a place for Tae. We don’t work together.

Yoongi stares at me. There’s no trace of disapproval or anything else, he just stares. And I'm glad the whiskey gave me enough gas to stare back for a few minutes, before I feel my cheeks burn at his intensity.

Minutes later I decide that I should go. I get up right when Tae decides to light a cigarette, talking from a distance with a not too worried Yoongi, who’s busy cleaning mugs. I give him a kiss on his cheek and he immediately smiles at me. “You sure you don’t want me to take you home? It's dark outside” and he exhales the smoke out. Back to my uncle’s house, his room smells like cigarettes, so it's like I've seen him with a roll of cancer between his lips before.

“You don’t have to. Stay and fix the refrigerator. I think I‘m still able to walk all alone around here.”

Yoongi chuckles behind the counter, but when I look at his direction he promptly pretends that laugh didn’t left his mouth. It reminds me that I have to get out freaking fast. I have no money with me, but luckily I find a few pounds inside my coat. I walk up to the counter and shake the paper in the air. This makes Yoongi look up from the mugs, stare at the money and then at my face. “How much do I owe?” I ask.

With his body arched over the counter and his shirt unbuttoned on the collar, I can see more tattoos on his chest and a silver necklace with a crucifix dangling from his neck, also full of tattoos. I stare at one in particular, it’s a name; He perceive my nosy eyes and stands straight in annoyance. “Since you asked, I say it's on the house” Yoongi licks his lips, wiping a mug on his quick hands. “You know, so you keep the customer loyal.”

I would’ve accepted and wouldn’t pay the other times too, because of Tae, I bet he drinks for free in here. But something in those green eyes tells me that Yoongi is not the kind of guy I'd like to owe anything.

“I insist.”

“I insist.”

I tighten my jaw. He won’t accept the money. I shrug and turn my back toward the door. I patiently wrap my neck with the thick scarf, freezing with the cold that makes near the door. I don’t know if I can walk to my uncles' house at night with heeled boots and whiskey in my veins without falling into the snow at least once. I’m already leaving when Yoongi’s raspy voice makes me freeze for real: “Wait.”

I don’t know if it's the cold or the voice behind me that makes me shiver, probably the second option. I turn around. He's staring at me and Taehyung is staring at him. “I just decided to go to Jade's. If you really want to go, then I'll take ya. Should know your brother doesn’t have many friends out there.”

His emphasis on the word brother makes me wonder if he knows the lie or not. By chance, I had a pretty sarcastic answer to that, but something in his gaze tells me he wants a serious response, so I give up. Taehyung stares at me now, apparently as surprised as I am with that. “Is there a problem for you? I’ll meet you inside.”

My mouth is probably half open. I lock eyes with Yoongi for awhile, his full of lust and that dark bright that makes me feel a grip in my stomach. Why does he wanna take me? He doesn’t even know me. I don’t know what’s going on with me when I shrug and answer before turning my back, my heart pounding.

“Fine” the words slip out of my mouth before I can even think of anything else.

[kiissme]

Threesome with two girls or two guys?

          “Oh, yes, a big definite yes.” There’s a whisper to her right, hazel eyes looking to the person getting her attention, brows raising at the words. “Oh... That wasn’t... Two girls and two guys?” The whisper confirms it, a look of understanding hitting her immediately as she gives a nod, “Oh, I see... Ugh, that’s....harder.... I gotta choose?” Indeed, she does it seems, making her let out a sigh, a soft little pout coming forth as well. “O k a y...” She thinks for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. “This is the problem of bein’ bi, y’know. Except there’s no problem...” Except when she’s asked to choose between the two. “I’ve been with two guys before.... But not two girls, yet. So, for that purpose alone.... I’ll go with two girls. I still think and would’ve been a valid answer, though, just puttin’ that out there.”