tipsy [s/a]
Title: tipsy [s/a]
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: alex gaskarth/oliver sykes/tom sykes
Summary: alex wants to play a game.
Warnings: sex, incest, weird things like that. if your name is listed under "pairing," run away. now. and don't say i didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: i don't own them, but if i did this might be real.
Dedications: sycoticsmile for putting this COLORFUL image into my brain.
Author Notes: uhm okay, i feel really disgusting. this is the first threesome i've written so sorry if it sucks. and omg!shitty title. D: but oh well. here it is.
Tom isn't actually drunk yet, just tipsy.
Nothing's spinning yet, and he can still see fine, but when he speaks to Alex the words are already fading into each other. Alex is loosening up too, Tom notices, and his hands are going places on Tom's body they've never been before. Nowhere too inappropriate, really, but Tom's thinking by the end of the night his hands might end up elsewhere.
"Where's your brother?" Alex coos, lips dangerously close to Tom's ear, and Tom shudders. The music is too loud not to have to shout over it, but Alex is close enough for Tom to hear.
"Probably whoring it up with Curtis or Matt or someone," Tom replies dryly, and he's probably not wrong. Last time Tom saw Oliver he had his hips so tight against Matt's it almost made Tom jealous. But Tom's not jealous of Oliver, he's jealous of Matt. He hates to admit it, he does.
"Why don't you wanna dance?" Alex whines, throwing a shot back.
"I don't like to dance," Tom lies.
"Don't be a pussy. If you don't go dance with your brother and his friends I'm dragging you to Jack and he'll make you dance."
Tom considers this for a moment, but when his mind wanders to what Jack might do to "make him dance" he decides he'd rather risk looking like an idiot in front of Oliver.
"Right then," Tom sighs, fingers winding into Alex's and yanking him onto the dance floor.
It's not hard to find Oliver. He's with Curtis and Matt, and Alex's friends Jack and Zack are there too along with several random girls, and they're all considerably drunker than Tom and Alex. Tom tries to say something, but Alex cuts him off.
"Who's buying the next round?" Alex shouts, to a chorus of approval.
"Oi, I got it," Curtis slurs, detaching himself from Jack's grasp. Jack stares after him as he heads to the bar and Oliver throws an arm around Tom.
"Aye, liddol bro," he sighs. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
"Ehm," Tom tries, "nothing really."
"Having a good time with Alex?" Oliver laughs, gesturing to the golden-haired boy next to Tom. Alex immediately adopts a large, overdramatic smile, showing all of his teeth.
"Yeah," Tom mumbles.
"Good. I knew you'd like him. If you don't put out for him tonight, lemme know and I'll take care of it, love." Tom shuts his eyes in embarrassment and Alex just laughs. "I mean, he's fucking sexy as all get ou- oh, fuck yes, Curtis has beer!"
Oliver tears away from his brother and runs after Curtis. Tom just looks over at Alex, who's laughing his fine little ass off.
"Sorry 'bout him," Tom says dismissively.
"Look," Alex sighs, "I've got an idea, but I don't know if you're gonna be weird about it 'cause Oli's your brother."
"Not like I've never thought about him like that before," Tom retorts.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
"Well, I'm thinking the three of us, tonight, like, together," Alex suggests quietly, giving Tom a nervous look.
Tom forgets how to talk. The idea is simply too good to turn down, honestly.
"Get him fucked up, will you?" Tom asks, just as Oliver comes back with three beers carefully balanced in his hands. Tom and Alex take their share, and Alex just chugs his somehow. Tom's impressed, and Alex gasps for air.
"Aye, I have an idea!" Alex shouts drunkenly, extending a triumphant index finger to the ceiling. Oliver is immediately interested.
"What?" Oliver quips excitedly.
"Let's see which of the Sykes brothers can drink more!" Alex exclaims.
"Hell yes!" Oliver shouts. "Come on bro, don't be a pussy."
Tom is standing there like a fucking idiot. This is the second time he's been told not to be a pussy tonight. He figures he'll do it if he doesn't have to pay for the eight thousand shots it'll take to get Oliver sufficiently wasted enough to fuck his brother.
"Fine," Tom sighs, and he's shoved to the bar by the menagerie of friends and relations he's surrounded with. Alex orders them a round of Jager.
"You're going down," Oliver declares, just as the pair throw back their first shot.
"On you," Tom breathes, slamming the shotglass onto the bar.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing."
The three of them are packed into the back of a taxi, on their way home, when Alex brings up his idea again. He's the least inebriated of the three; Oliver's trashed and Tom's somewhere in between. Which is prefect, really, because Alex is straight enough to get the ball rolling and Oliver is drunk enough to fuck anyone with a pulse at this point.
"Hey Oli, if you weren't related to Tom, would you fuck him?"
Oliver glances at Alex and then turns halfway in his seat to study Tom, who's shoved between these two beautiful boys. Oliver stares for a second, like he's never seen Tom before in his entire life, then he nods three times.
"Yep," Oliver announces.
"Would you fuck him now, though?" Alex asks eagerly, leaning in, his hand finding its way to the inside of Tom's thigh, hazardously close to his zipper. Tom tries not to breathe too loudly.
"Yeah," Oliver figures, tilting his head thoughtfully. "If he can't get pregnant, no big deal, right? No mutant kids if I don't pull out."
"Well, Oli doll, I've got a little idea," Alex coos, leaning across Tom's lap. "My idea is for you and I to have a little fun with your brother."
Oliver seems to like this idea a little too much. Tom's a bit reluctant, even. He's just sitting there, being spoken about like an object, like a sex toy. This will simply not be the case, Tom decides.
"I'd love that," Oliver whispers.
"Good, it's set then," Alex decides, just as the cab pulls into the Sykes' flat. They get to the door and inside just quickly enough for Alex to still have that signature Gaskarth grin on his face. He swaggers over to the couch where he directs the brothers to sit down. Tom hopes Alex doesn't plan on going all dominatrix on his brother and him.
"Alright loves, we are going to play a game," Alex says innocently, tilting his head. "It would behoove you to follow the rules if you want to come."
"Well I have a question," Oliver slurs, raising his hand like he's in school.
"Yes?"
"Actually it's two," he corrects. "The first is, what's behoove mean?"
Alex has to breathe a laugh.
"It means it would do you good."
"Okay, and before the rules actually, like, start, can I kiss him?"
Alex's eyes flash back and forth between the brothers. He lets his mind conjour an image of the two of them kissing, open-mouthed so Alex can see their tongues as they slide against each other.
"Suppose," Alex says flatly, almost indifferently, trying to hide the shaking in his voice that's due to the hardness in his jeans.
Then Tom looks into Oliver's eyes, one of those 'uhm, really?' looks, and before Oliver can give a look back he grabs the front of Tom's shirt and pulls him into this kiss.
It's kind of incredible. They're kissing like boyfriends, not brothers. It's a rough kiss, full of pent-up tension, almost like they're about to have pissed off makeup sex. Tom's tongue fights Oliver's and his hands start to creep up Oliver's thighs just as Oliver gets a grip on Tom's hair and their teeth start to bite at anything they can get at, lips, tongues, anything.
Alex simply has to get in on this.
He makes his way to the couch, removing his shirt during the trip, and kneels behind Tom, running a hand down Tom's thigh. Tom jumps a little, his gasp breaking that beautiful kiss.
"What happened to the rules?" Tom asks innocently, tilting his head.
"Fuck rules," Alex breathes, going in to kiss Tom. Oliver's watching ruefully, feeling a little left out, really, but he's okay with this because he's got a chance to take his clothes off. Shirt goes first, and he feels dirty watching Alex's hand slide down to the crotch of his brother's jeans as he removes his own. Oliver's naked by the time Alex has Tom's dick out.
Oliver crawls back over to the pair of them, where Tom's got his head thrown back against the couch and Alex's fist is moving up and down Tom's shaft. Oliver taps Alex on the shoulder; Alex glances up and is greeted with a very naked Oliver.
"Get your knickers off, I've got him."
Alex has to oblige. He only stands long enough to drop his jeans and his boxers at the same time, and when he looks back up Tom's moaning like a whore and he's got his fingers wound up in his brother's hair and Oliver's got his head in Tom's lap and he's moving up and down. Alex actually lets out this little whimper, this little whine that, when translated, means "holy fuck Batman that's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my pathetic miserable life."
Alex saunters over, kneels next to Oliver and shoves him so he can reach Tom's erection. Tom blinks once, then nearly drops dead (no pun intended) when he figures out what's about to happen.
Alex leans in to run his tongue up one side of Tom's dick as Oliver goes at the other side, and Tom moans rather helplessly. Alex sucks his head and Oliver works on his shaft. Tom could hyperventilate.
Somewhere in this, Alex's hand has found Oliver's cock and is jacking him off sharply, and Oliver's fingers go around behind Alex and one slides into his hole. Alex moans around Tom, eliciting a very loud groan, and Oliver figures he's got this. Oliver gets Alex off of Tom with barely any words.
"Get on the arm of the couch, love; I'm going to fuck him."
Alex gladly obliges, letting Oliver remove Tom's shirt. Tom's still gasping from that glorious moment even as Oliver gets his jeans off.
"Get on your knees," Oliver demands, and Tom knows better than to do anything other than get on his knees. He gets on all fours on the couch, facing Alex, who is reclined against the arm of the couch, working it. God, can Alex work it.
Oliver sucks on three fingers before roughly forcing his index finger into Tom's hole. Tom moans, causing Alex to bite down on his lip and increase his pace, running his thumb over his slit.
"Tom, love," Oliver coos, introducing another finger, "you're not going to make poor Alex do that all by himself, are you?"
Tom moans hopelessly as Oliver's fingertips run over his spot and he begins to scissor his fingers. "No, Oliver."
"Suck him off, then, will you?" Oliver adds the final digit. Tom lowers his head, then lifts it again to find Alex's erection close. He stretches to reach it, tongue flicking Alex's head.
"Uhh, Oliver?" Alex tries.
"Yes, Alex?"
"Would you fuck him already?"
Oliver gets a grip on Tom's hips and, in one thrust, buries his cock in Tom's hole. Tom cries out, some mixture of pleasure and pain, but Alex quickly silences Tom's moans and replaces the air with his own. Tom sucks hastily on Alex's head, letting the vibrations from his voice shake down Alex's shaft. Alex's fingers thread through Tom's hair as he groans, bucking his hips forward.
Oliver's worked Tom up to a good pace now, and he's sufficiently loosened up. He's still fucking tight though, and Oliver's plowing into his ass like it's nobody's business. Oliver moans as Tom tightens around him. Oliver figures he's found Tom's spot, and he pounds into it again and Tom gets even fucking tighter, and he's moaning on Alex's cock.
Alex is close; he's rocking his hips up and Tom just keeps moaning and so does Alex, until Tom sucks on his head one last time and Alex can't hold it anymore. He comes, Tom nonchalantly swallowing Alex's load and letting his dick fall from his mouth. Alex leans against the arm of the chair, watching as Oliver repeatedly thrusts his cock into Tom's hole, all the way down to the base.
"Oli," Tom gasps, now that he can get words out. Oliver moans as Tom tightens around him and comes without touching himself at all, load spilling across the couch, and Oliver jerks his hips against Tom's and Tom can feel him stiffen and explode inside of him, riding out the orgasm before falling out and collapsing against the back of the couch.
Tom's still just kneeling there on the couch, panting, desperately getting his breath back when Alex leans down to retrieve his jeans.
"Aye, hand me my shirt, will you?" Oliver sighs, gesturing to the Drop Dead shirt next to Alex's jeans. They begin to replace their clothes, but Tom just lays there on the couch as they bustle around him. His brother's cum is leaking out of him onto the cushions, and all he can do is stare at the ceiling and hope he'll remember this in the morning.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: alex gaskarth/oliver sykes/tom sykes
Summary: alex wants to play a game.
Warnings: sex, incest, weird things like that. if your name is listed under "pairing," run away. now. and don't say i didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: i don't own them, but if i did this might be real.
Dedications: sycoticsmile for putting this COLORFUL image into my brain.
Author Notes: uhm okay, i feel really disgusting. this is the first threesome i've written so sorry if it sucks. and omg!shitty title. D: but oh well. here it is.
Tom isn't actually drunk yet, just tipsy.
Nothing's spinning yet, and he can still see fine, but when he speaks to Alex the words are already fading into each other. Alex is loosening up too, Tom notices, and his hands are going places on Tom's body they've never been before. Nowhere too inappropriate, really, but Tom's thinking by the end of the night his hands might end up elsewhere.
"Where's your brother?" Alex coos, lips dangerously close to Tom's ear, and Tom shudders. The music is too loud not to have to shout over it, but Alex is close enough for Tom to hear.
"Probably whoring it up with Curtis or Matt or someone," Tom replies dryly, and he's probably not wrong. Last time Tom saw Oliver he had his hips so tight against Matt's it almost made Tom jealous. But Tom's not jealous of Oliver, he's jealous of Matt. He hates to admit it, he does.
"Why don't you wanna dance?" Alex whines, throwing a shot back.
"I don't like to dance," Tom lies.
"Don't be a pussy. If you don't go dance with your brother and his friends I'm dragging you to Jack and he'll make you dance."
Tom considers this for a moment, but when his mind wanders to what Jack might do to "make him dance" he decides he'd rather risk looking like an idiot in front of Oliver.
"Right then," Tom sighs, fingers winding into Alex's and yanking him onto the dance floor.
It's not hard to find Oliver. He's with Curtis and Matt, and Alex's friends Jack and Zack are there too along with several random girls, and they're all considerably drunker than Tom and Alex. Tom tries to say something, but Alex cuts him off.
"Who's buying the next round?" Alex shouts, to a chorus of approval.
"Oi, I got it," Curtis slurs, detaching himself from Jack's grasp. Jack stares after him as he heads to the bar and Oliver throws an arm around Tom.
"Aye, liddol bro," he sighs. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
"Ehm," Tom tries, "nothing really."
"Having a good time with Alex?" Oliver laughs, gesturing to the golden-haired boy next to Tom. Alex immediately adopts a large, overdramatic smile, showing all of his teeth.
"Yeah," Tom mumbles.
"Good. I knew you'd like him. If you don't put out for him tonight, lemme know and I'll take care of it, love." Tom shuts his eyes in embarrassment and Alex just laughs. "I mean, he's fucking sexy as all get ou- oh, fuck yes, Curtis has beer!"
Oliver tears away from his brother and runs after Curtis. Tom just looks over at Alex, who's laughing his fine little ass off.
"Sorry 'bout him," Tom says dismissively.
"Look," Alex sighs, "I've got an idea, but I don't know if you're gonna be weird about it 'cause Oli's your brother."
"Not like I've never thought about him like that before," Tom retorts.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
"Well, I'm thinking the three of us, tonight, like, together," Alex suggests quietly, giving Tom a nervous look.
Tom forgets how to talk. The idea is simply too good to turn down, honestly.
"Get him fucked up, will you?" Tom asks, just as Oliver comes back with three beers carefully balanced in his hands. Tom and Alex take their share, and Alex just chugs his somehow. Tom's impressed, and Alex gasps for air.
"Aye, I have an idea!" Alex shouts drunkenly, extending a triumphant index finger to the ceiling. Oliver is immediately interested.
"What?" Oliver quips excitedly.
"Let's see which of the Sykes brothers can drink more!" Alex exclaims.
"Hell yes!" Oliver shouts. "Come on bro, don't be a pussy."
Tom is standing there like a fucking idiot. This is the second time he's been told not to be a pussy tonight. He figures he'll do it if he doesn't have to pay for the eight thousand shots it'll take to get Oliver sufficiently wasted enough to fuck his brother.
"Fine," Tom sighs, and he's shoved to the bar by the menagerie of friends and relations he's surrounded with. Alex orders them a round of Jager.
"You're going down," Oliver declares, just as the pair throw back their first shot.
"On you," Tom breathes, slamming the shotglass onto the bar.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing."
The three of them are packed into the back of a taxi, on their way home, when Alex brings up his idea again. He's the least inebriated of the three; Oliver's trashed and Tom's somewhere in between. Which is prefect, really, because Alex is straight enough to get the ball rolling and Oliver is drunk enough to fuck anyone with a pulse at this point.
"Hey Oli, if you weren't related to Tom, would you fuck him?"
Oliver glances at Alex and then turns halfway in his seat to study Tom, who's shoved between these two beautiful boys. Oliver stares for a second, like he's never seen Tom before in his entire life, then he nods three times.
"Yep," Oliver announces.
"Would you fuck him now, though?" Alex asks eagerly, leaning in, his hand finding its way to the inside of Tom's thigh, hazardously close to his zipper. Tom tries not to breathe too loudly.
"Yeah," Oliver figures, tilting his head thoughtfully. "If he can't get pregnant, no big deal, right? No mutant kids if I don't pull out."
"Well, Oli doll, I've got a little idea," Alex coos, leaning across Tom's lap. "My idea is for you and I to have a little fun with your brother."
Oliver seems to like this idea a little too much. Tom's a bit reluctant, even. He's just sitting there, being spoken about like an object, like a sex toy. This will simply not be the case, Tom decides.
"I'd love that," Oliver whispers.
"Good, it's set then," Alex decides, just as the cab pulls into the Sykes' flat. They get to the door and inside just quickly enough for Alex to still have that signature Gaskarth grin on his face. He swaggers over to the couch where he directs the brothers to sit down. Tom hopes Alex doesn't plan on going all dominatrix on his brother and him.
"Alright loves, we are going to play a game," Alex says innocently, tilting his head. "It would behoove you to follow the rules if you want to come."
"Well I have a question," Oliver slurs, raising his hand like he's in school.
"Yes?"
"Actually it's two," he corrects. "The first is, what's behoove mean?"
Alex has to breathe a laugh.
"It means it would do you good."
"Okay, and before the rules actually, like, start, can I kiss him?"
Alex's eyes flash back and forth between the brothers. He lets his mind conjour an image of the two of them kissing, open-mouthed so Alex can see their tongues as they slide against each other.
"Suppose," Alex says flatly, almost indifferently, trying to hide the shaking in his voice that's due to the hardness in his jeans.
Then Tom looks into Oliver's eyes, one of those 'uhm, really?' looks, and before Oliver can give a look back he grabs the front of Tom's shirt and pulls him into this kiss.
It's kind of incredible. They're kissing like boyfriends, not brothers. It's a rough kiss, full of pent-up tension, almost like they're about to have pissed off makeup sex. Tom's tongue fights Oliver's and his hands start to creep up Oliver's thighs just as Oliver gets a grip on Tom's hair and their teeth start to bite at anything they can get at, lips, tongues, anything.
Alex simply has to get in on this.
He makes his way to the couch, removing his shirt during the trip, and kneels behind Tom, running a hand down Tom's thigh. Tom jumps a little, his gasp breaking that beautiful kiss.
"What happened to the rules?" Tom asks innocently, tilting his head.
"Fuck rules," Alex breathes, going in to kiss Tom. Oliver's watching ruefully, feeling a little left out, really, but he's okay with this because he's got a chance to take his clothes off. Shirt goes first, and he feels dirty watching Alex's hand slide down to the crotch of his brother's jeans as he removes his own. Oliver's naked by the time Alex has Tom's dick out.
Oliver crawls back over to the pair of them, where Tom's got his head thrown back against the couch and Alex's fist is moving up and down Tom's shaft. Oliver taps Alex on the shoulder; Alex glances up and is greeted with a very naked Oliver.
"Get your knickers off, I've got him."
Alex has to oblige. He only stands long enough to drop his jeans and his boxers at the same time, and when he looks back up Tom's moaning like a whore and he's got his fingers wound up in his brother's hair and Oliver's got his head in Tom's lap and he's moving up and down. Alex actually lets out this little whimper, this little whine that, when translated, means "holy fuck Batman that's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my pathetic miserable life."
Alex saunters over, kneels next to Oliver and shoves him so he can reach Tom's erection. Tom blinks once, then nearly drops dead (no pun intended) when he figures out what's about to happen.
Alex leans in to run his tongue up one side of Tom's dick as Oliver goes at the other side, and Tom moans rather helplessly. Alex sucks his head and Oliver works on his shaft. Tom could hyperventilate.
Somewhere in this, Alex's hand has found Oliver's cock and is jacking him off sharply, and Oliver's fingers go around behind Alex and one slides into his hole. Alex moans around Tom, eliciting a very loud groan, and Oliver figures he's got this. Oliver gets Alex off of Tom with barely any words.
"Get on the arm of the couch, love; I'm going to fuck him."
Alex gladly obliges, letting Oliver remove Tom's shirt. Tom's still gasping from that glorious moment even as Oliver gets his jeans off.
"Get on your knees," Oliver demands, and Tom knows better than to do anything other than get on his knees. He gets on all fours on the couch, facing Alex, who is reclined against the arm of the couch, working it. God, can Alex work it.
Oliver sucks on three fingers before roughly forcing his index finger into Tom's hole. Tom moans, causing Alex to bite down on his lip and increase his pace, running his thumb over his slit.
"Tom, love," Oliver coos, introducing another finger, "you're not going to make poor Alex do that all by himself, are you?"
Tom moans hopelessly as Oliver's fingertips run over his spot and he begins to scissor his fingers. "No, Oliver."
"Suck him off, then, will you?" Oliver adds the final digit. Tom lowers his head, then lifts it again to find Alex's erection close. He stretches to reach it, tongue flicking Alex's head.
"Uhh, Oliver?" Alex tries.
"Yes, Alex?"
"Would you fuck him already?"
Oliver gets a grip on Tom's hips and, in one thrust, buries his cock in Tom's hole. Tom cries out, some mixture of pleasure and pain, but Alex quickly silences Tom's moans and replaces the air with his own. Tom sucks hastily on Alex's head, letting the vibrations from his voice shake down Alex's shaft. Alex's fingers thread through Tom's hair as he groans, bucking his hips forward.
Oliver's worked Tom up to a good pace now, and he's sufficiently loosened up. He's still fucking tight though, and Oliver's plowing into his ass like it's nobody's business. Oliver moans as Tom tightens around him. Oliver figures he's found Tom's spot, and he pounds into it again and Tom gets even fucking tighter, and he's moaning on Alex's cock.
Alex is close; he's rocking his hips up and Tom just keeps moaning and so does Alex, until Tom sucks on his head one last time and Alex can't hold it anymore. He comes, Tom nonchalantly swallowing Alex's load and letting his dick fall from his mouth. Alex leans against the arm of the chair, watching as Oliver repeatedly thrusts his cock into Tom's hole, all the way down to the base.
"Oli," Tom gasps, now that he can get words out. Oliver moans as Tom tightens around him and comes without touching himself at all, load spilling across the couch, and Oliver jerks his hips against Tom's and Tom can feel him stiffen and explode inside of him, riding out the orgasm before falling out and collapsing against the back of the couch.
Tom's still just kneeling there on the couch, panting, desperately getting his breath back when Alex leans down to retrieve his jeans.
"Aye, hand me my shirt, will you?" Oliver sighs, gesturing to the Drop Dead shirt next to Alex's jeans. They begin to replace their clothes, but Tom just lays there on the couch as they bustle around him. His brother's cum is leaking out of him onto the cushions, and all he can do is stare at the ceiling and hope he'll remember this in the morning.