Boredom ~ {David Wright/Jose Reyes/John Maine}
Title: Boredom
Pairing: David Wright/Jose Reyes/John Maine
Rating: NC-17 [You under 18? Don't read. Explicit 3B/SS/RHP sex.]
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. I'm not making money. This only happened in my head.
Notes: I know I'm not the only one who's been thinking this threesome. It goes along with some of the other fic I've written with these three. (i.e. past Wright/Maine). Enjoy. ;)
John sat back on his hotel room bed, barefoot in boxers and a t-shirt, crossword puzzle in hand. He scribbled away at it, enjoying the silence of the room. A relaxing contrast to the nerve-racking start he had that day. But thanks to the team's big bats, they were able to get the win. He knew that was all that mattered, but still, it ate at him a bit.
A buzz next to him broke the silence. John turned and looked at his nightstand. His cell phone was on vibrate, slowly moving across the wood with each ring. He picked it up to see who was calling.
DWright
John fliped open his phone, "Hello?"
"Yo, Johnny! What's up?"
"Um, not too much."
"Cool, cool."
John sat for a second, waiting for him to say something else. Nothing. "Where are you?" He finally asked, trying to figure why he was calling him.
"In my room." David answered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"You know that's, like, two doors down from mine." John said with a sigh at the pointlessness of the call. "You could have just walked down the hall and knocked on my door."
"Yeah, but I'm comfy right now and - STOP IT!" David's voice suddenly changed and John could hear another voice in the background laughing. David began laughing too, and said something but with the phone away from his mouth so he couldn't hear exactly what.
John rubbed his forehead, becoming slightly annoyed. "You okay there buddy?"
"Yeah - STOP! - yeah, I'm fine. But hey, you have Happy Gilmore, right?"
"Yeah," John said reluctantly, not sure where this was headed.
"Nice! Jose's never seen it. Can you believe that? Bring it on down to my room, will ya?"
"Actually, I'm feeling a little tired-"
"Awesome! See ya in a second." And with that David hung up his phone.
John sighed, but couldn't help but smile as he tossed his phone back onto the nightstand. He contemplated his crossword for a moment before getting up and digging threw his bag for the DVD.
He figures barefoot is fine and makes his way down the hall to David's room. "Door's open!" John hears Jose's voice yell from inside after he knocks.
He stares at the door for a moment. Why was he taking this from two kids? Blaming it on pure boredom, he entered the room.
Jose was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands, staring at the TV and looking just like a little kid.
"Hey Johnny! Got the flick?" David, who was reclined back on the bed, asked smiling wide.
John tossed the DVD onto the bed. "Yup."
Jose scooped it up and studied it. "So, it's about golf? I don' get it, how's 'dat funny?"
"It's hilarious." David said, snatching it out of his hand, before getting up to put it in the player. "Right, Johnny?"
"Yeah, it's a good one. I-"
"You watchin' it with us?" Jose asked, eyes bright.
"Well, it's late-"
"Of course he is!"
It's one interruption too many, and John crosses his arms and levels a steady gaze on David. Registering the silence, he turns his attention away from trying to get the TV on movie mode and looked up at the pitcher.
"What?" David asked innocently.
"Ya know, I was having a nice, quiet evening."
"Oh, come on, you know we're more fun then any crossword puzzle." He retorted with a smirk.
John sucked in his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. David just smiled wider, knowing he guessed right.
Jose shifted, moving to lie on his stomach, head toward the foot of the bed. He griped a pillow under his chest to prop himself up. "Enough room."
John looked back and forth between the two. He started to feel the urge to join them despite, or maybe because of, their annoying persistence. "Fine." He said unfolding his arms and crawling onto the bed.
"All right!" David and Jose say in unison and, yet again, John can't help but smile.
An hour later and Jose was cracking up at jokes that, to John, weren't quite as funny with it being the one hundredth time he heard them. But he keep a smile on his face, mostly amused at the shortstop still down at the end of the bed hanging on to every word of the movie, as him and David lay back in the same position, heads on the pillows.
He wondered when the last time he saw the duo actually sit still like this for any period of time. Always pacing in the dugout. Getting up, sitting down, getting up again. Annoying the hell out of everybody. But that was them.
This was different though. A comfortable silence between good friends. John wondered if this was a typical night for the two of them. Having each others company without actually having to force conversation.
It was nice being apart of, he thought. Fatigue, however, was beginning to catch up to him as he began to nod off.
John felt fingers brush across his scalp. At first lightly, then deep through his hair. He looked to his right to see David glancing at him through the corner of his eyes.
"What'cha doing that for?" He asked, leaning into the touch.
David shrugged, "You looked good." He moved his hand down the back of John's head to his neck and began tracing circles with his fingers. He sucked in a breath. David already knew the spots that got him wound up.
John looked from him, to Jose at the end of the bed (still fully focused on the movie), and back again. He reached over and picked up the remote, which had been resting on David's chest, and turned off the TV.
Jose's head snapped back. "What 'cho-?" He didn't finish the question, his eyes changing from anger to curiosity. With a smile he rolled over and sat up, facing the two of them.
Jose gave David a certain mischievous look, which was returned with one John couldn't even read at all. Like the two infielders had some kind of secret language.
John, however, wasn't in the mood for feeling left out. He took a hold of one of Jose' wrists and pulled him down onto him, kissing him hard.
He felt lips at his neck and what must be David's hands pulling his t-shirt up. Jose's mouth was hot and needy, but suddenly gone. Before John could register the change a different set of lips are on his, these slow and tender. And familiar.
He lets his shirt be pulled off and helps David with his. John gasps and bites down onto the third baseman's lower lip when he feels teeth on his hipbone. He looks down to see Jose's devilish grin looking back at him as he begins pulling down John's boxers.
After kicking them off his feet, John reaches down and grabs Jose by the back of the shirt and pulls him up into another kiss. He rolls Jose onto his back, removing his shirt in the process, and positions himself between his legs.
John sits up on his knees, hooks his fingers in the elastic of Jose's boxers, and pulls. After tossing them to the floor he bend back down for another kiss, except this one deeper and longer. He lets his hands explore Jose's lean chest and stomach.
A hand begins moving up his back, but before he can react a second hand from behind, wet with lupe, wraps itself around John's erection. He lets out a hiss and his eyes shoot back over his shoulder. David smiles, also not in the mood to be left out, before letting his mouth trace over John's neck.
John brings a hand down to cover David's as he begins to pump. He leaves it there just long enough to get slick, before turning his head back to the man laying on his back. Griping Jose's hip with his dry hand, John enters two fingers into him. He hears Jose moan, but doesn't see him snap his head back at the sensation. His own eyes are closed, trying to keep his composure with David's hand still wrapped around him.
"Dave," John manages between breaths, "let-let me..." David gets the message and removes his hand, smiling against the back of John's neck.
John steadies himself, arms out and fingers curled in the sheets, before entering Jose. He feels heat pulse through his body and hears Jose moan his name as he fills him. The hand on his back is pressing harder, forcing him down onto his elbows.
John tilts his down and brings his mouth to Jose's. As he begins moving in and out he breaks from the kiss, unable to concentrate on his lips. Jose bucks his hips up and John lets out a low growl.
"Amazing, isn't he?" David's whisper is a hot breath on his neck. His hands move down John's back and come to rest on his hips.
He bites down into Jose's neck as David enters him. Jose kisses his temple and runs his hands up John's sides, soothing him. "You okay?" He asks between heavy breaths.
"Fuck...y-yeah." He says, his mouth still pressing against his neck. John moves a hand between the two of them and takes a hold of Jose, the other one slid under his back gripping onto his shoulder. He starts pumping his hand as the three form a rhythm. John can feel the vibrations against his lips each time Jose lets out a moan.
"J-John," David grunts, "God...damn." His voice waivers as if it's about to crack.
He glances back over his shoulder to see David's eyes tightly closed and teeth baring down into his lower lip. He tilts his head down, letting his forehead come to rest on John's back. His lips twitch, enjoying the sight of David being on the verge of losing control.
He not too far from the edge himself, however, as he feels a familiar warmth in his stomach. His mind starts to swim and John as trouble catching his breath, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the air. He tightens his hand around Jose and quickens both his paces.
David's fingernails dig into his sides as he lunges into him with a few last, hard thrusts. Lips and teeth making marks on down John's backbone. He feels wetness on his hand and John lets himself release into Jose.
The three remain still for a minute, breathing deeply enjoying the afterglow. David kisses the back of John's neck tenderly before exiting him. It sends a shiver up John's spine, who does the same before letting himself roll onto his back next to Jose.
The room starts to slowly spin back into focus and John is finally able to take in a deep breath. As he exhales, his body is still numb and he barely registers Jose's arm draped across his stomach.
The shortstop tucks himself close next to the left side of John's body and lets his head come to rest on his chest. John looks down at him and lays a hand between Jose's shoulder blades.
David kisses his neck and John brings his right arm around the younger man's shoulders, pulling him in tight.
"Told ya we were fun."
"Shut up." John says with a smile as he presses his lips against David's forehead.
Pairing: David Wright/Jose Reyes/John Maine
Rating: NC-17 [You under 18? Don't read. Explicit 3B/SS/RHP sex.]
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. I'm not making money. This only happened in my head.
Notes: I know I'm not the only one who's been thinking this threesome. It goes along with some of the other fic I've written with these three. (i.e. past Wright/Maine). Enjoy. ;)
John sat back on his hotel room bed, barefoot in boxers and a t-shirt, crossword puzzle in hand. He scribbled away at it, enjoying the silence of the room. A relaxing contrast to the nerve-racking start he had that day. But thanks to the team's big bats, they were able to get the win. He knew that was all that mattered, but still, it ate at him a bit.
A buzz next to him broke the silence. John turned and looked at his nightstand. His cell phone was on vibrate, slowly moving across the wood with each ring. He picked it up to see who was calling.
DWright
John fliped open his phone, "Hello?"
"Yo, Johnny! What's up?"
"Um, not too much."
"Cool, cool."
John sat for a second, waiting for him to say something else. Nothing. "Where are you?" He finally asked, trying to figure why he was calling him.
"In my room." David answered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"You know that's, like, two doors down from mine." John said with a sigh at the pointlessness of the call. "You could have just walked down the hall and knocked on my door."
"Yeah, but I'm comfy right now and - STOP IT!" David's voice suddenly changed and John could hear another voice in the background laughing. David began laughing too, and said something but with the phone away from his mouth so he couldn't hear exactly what.
John rubbed his forehead, becoming slightly annoyed. "You okay there buddy?"
"Yeah - STOP! - yeah, I'm fine. But hey, you have Happy Gilmore, right?"
"Yeah," John said reluctantly, not sure where this was headed.
"Nice! Jose's never seen it. Can you believe that? Bring it on down to my room, will ya?"
"Actually, I'm feeling a little tired-"
"Awesome! See ya in a second." And with that David hung up his phone.
John sighed, but couldn't help but smile as he tossed his phone back onto the nightstand. He contemplated his crossword for a moment before getting up and digging threw his bag for the DVD.
He figures barefoot is fine and makes his way down the hall to David's room. "Door's open!" John hears Jose's voice yell from inside after he knocks.
He stares at the door for a moment. Why was he taking this from two kids? Blaming it on pure boredom, he entered the room.
Jose was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands, staring at the TV and looking just like a little kid.
"Hey Johnny! Got the flick?" David, who was reclined back on the bed, asked smiling wide.
John tossed the DVD onto the bed. "Yup."
Jose scooped it up and studied it. "So, it's about golf? I don' get it, how's 'dat funny?"
"It's hilarious." David said, snatching it out of his hand, before getting up to put it in the player. "Right, Johnny?"
"Yeah, it's a good one. I-"
"You watchin' it with us?" Jose asked, eyes bright.
"Well, it's late-"
"Of course he is!"
It's one interruption too many, and John crosses his arms and levels a steady gaze on David. Registering the silence, he turns his attention away from trying to get the TV on movie mode and looked up at the pitcher.
"What?" David asked innocently.
"Ya know, I was having a nice, quiet evening."
"Oh, come on, you know we're more fun then any crossword puzzle." He retorted with a smirk.
John sucked in his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. David just smiled wider, knowing he guessed right.
Jose shifted, moving to lie on his stomach, head toward the foot of the bed. He griped a pillow under his chest to prop himself up. "Enough room."
John looked back and forth between the two. He started to feel the urge to join them despite, or maybe because of, their annoying persistence. "Fine." He said unfolding his arms and crawling onto the bed.
"All right!" David and Jose say in unison and, yet again, John can't help but smile.
An hour later and Jose was cracking up at jokes that, to John, weren't quite as funny with it being the one hundredth time he heard them. But he keep a smile on his face, mostly amused at the shortstop still down at the end of the bed hanging on to every word of the movie, as him and David lay back in the same position, heads on the pillows.
He wondered when the last time he saw the duo actually sit still like this for any period of time. Always pacing in the dugout. Getting up, sitting down, getting up again. Annoying the hell out of everybody. But that was them.
This was different though. A comfortable silence between good friends. John wondered if this was a typical night for the two of them. Having each others company without actually having to force conversation.
It was nice being apart of, he thought. Fatigue, however, was beginning to catch up to him as he began to nod off.
John felt fingers brush across his scalp. At first lightly, then deep through his hair. He looked to his right to see David glancing at him through the corner of his eyes.
"What'cha doing that for?" He asked, leaning into the touch.
David shrugged, "You looked good." He moved his hand down the back of John's head to his neck and began tracing circles with his fingers. He sucked in a breath. David already knew the spots that got him wound up.
John looked from him, to Jose at the end of the bed (still fully focused on the movie), and back again. He reached over and picked up the remote, which had been resting on David's chest, and turned off the TV.
Jose's head snapped back. "What 'cho-?" He didn't finish the question, his eyes changing from anger to curiosity. With a smile he rolled over and sat up, facing the two of them.
Jose gave David a certain mischievous look, which was returned with one John couldn't even read at all. Like the two infielders had some kind of secret language.
John, however, wasn't in the mood for feeling left out. He took a hold of one of Jose' wrists and pulled him down onto him, kissing him hard.
He felt lips at his neck and what must be David's hands pulling his t-shirt up. Jose's mouth was hot and needy, but suddenly gone. Before John could register the change a different set of lips are on his, these slow and tender. And familiar.
He lets his shirt be pulled off and helps David with his. John gasps and bites down onto the third baseman's lower lip when he feels teeth on his hipbone. He looks down to see Jose's devilish grin looking back at him as he begins pulling down John's boxers.
After kicking them off his feet, John reaches down and grabs Jose by the back of the shirt and pulls him up into another kiss. He rolls Jose onto his back, removing his shirt in the process, and positions himself between his legs.
John sits up on his knees, hooks his fingers in the elastic of Jose's boxers, and pulls. After tossing them to the floor he bend back down for another kiss, except this one deeper and longer. He lets his hands explore Jose's lean chest and stomach.
A hand begins moving up his back, but before he can react a second hand from behind, wet with lupe, wraps itself around John's erection. He lets out a hiss and his eyes shoot back over his shoulder. David smiles, also not in the mood to be left out, before letting his mouth trace over John's neck.
John brings a hand down to cover David's as he begins to pump. He leaves it there just long enough to get slick, before turning his head back to the man laying on his back. Griping Jose's hip with his dry hand, John enters two fingers into him. He hears Jose moan, but doesn't see him snap his head back at the sensation. His own eyes are closed, trying to keep his composure with David's hand still wrapped around him.
"Dave," John manages between breaths, "let-let me..." David gets the message and removes his hand, smiling against the back of John's neck.
John steadies himself, arms out and fingers curled in the sheets, before entering Jose. He feels heat pulse through his body and hears Jose moan his name as he fills him. The hand on his back is pressing harder, forcing him down onto his elbows.
John tilts his down and brings his mouth to Jose's. As he begins moving in and out he breaks from the kiss, unable to concentrate on his lips. Jose bucks his hips up and John lets out a low growl.
"Amazing, isn't he?" David's whisper is a hot breath on his neck. His hands move down John's back and come to rest on his hips.
He bites down into Jose's neck as David enters him. Jose kisses his temple and runs his hands up John's sides, soothing him. "You okay?" He asks between heavy breaths.
"Fuck...y-yeah." He says, his mouth still pressing against his neck. John moves a hand between the two of them and takes a hold of Jose, the other one slid under his back gripping onto his shoulder. He starts pumping his hand as the three form a rhythm. John can feel the vibrations against his lips each time Jose lets out a moan.
"J-John," David grunts, "God...damn." His voice waivers as if it's about to crack.
He glances back over his shoulder to see David's eyes tightly closed and teeth baring down into his lower lip. He tilts his head down, letting his forehead come to rest on John's back. His lips twitch, enjoying the sight of David being on the verge of losing control.
He not too far from the edge himself, however, as he feels a familiar warmth in his stomach. His mind starts to swim and John as trouble catching his breath, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the air. He tightens his hand around Jose and quickens both his paces.
David's fingernails dig into his sides as he lunges into him with a few last, hard thrusts. Lips and teeth making marks on down John's backbone. He feels wetness on his hand and John lets himself release into Jose.
The three remain still for a minute, breathing deeply enjoying the afterglow. David kisses the back of John's neck tenderly before exiting him. It sends a shiver up John's spine, who does the same before letting himself roll onto his back next to Jose.
The room starts to slowly spin back into focus and John is finally able to take in a deep breath. As he exhales, his body is still numb and he barely registers Jose's arm draped across his stomach.
The shortstop tucks himself close next to the left side of John's body and lets his head come to rest on his chest. John looks down at him and lays a hand between Jose's shoulder blades.
David kisses his neck and John brings his right arm around the younger man's shoulders, pulling him in tight.
"Told ya we were fun."
"Shut up." John says with a smile as he presses his lips against David's forehead.