remember
Title: remember
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17.
Pairing: oliver sykes/amanda hendrick/matt nicholls.
Summary: oli and amanda need someone else to join them. matt is okay with this.
Warnings: potty mouth, het, slash.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum. blame her for this. and amanda for being really really hot.
Author Notes: not much to say here, really. it's freaky how much fic i've written this month. holy shit. and hey het without gs. no wai.
They kiss for a while, limbs intertwined in Oliver's bunk. Amanda's breath is still shaking when she sighs, "Love you."
"Love you too," Oliver replies, kissing her forehead. "Hey, I have a little something to ask you."
"Go for it," Amanda giggles, rolling on top of Oliver.
"Well," Oliver tries, wrapping his arms around her waist, "first you have to promise not to take this personally."
"Promise," Amanda chirps. She doesn't hesitate for a split-second. She smiles, raises an eyebrow.
"Well... how would you feel about bringing in another guy?" Oliver asks, barely cringing.
"That sounds... hot." Amanda smirks.
"Oh," Oliver says.
"Who would you wanna have join us?" she asks, fingers flitting with Oliver's bangs. He shuts his eyes.
"Um, well," Oliver murmurs, flushing fervent red, "I was thinking about asking Nicholls."
Amanda nods. She smiles.
"I would be..." she starts, then nods again, "more than okay with that."
"Oh." Oliver shrugs. "Okay."
Matt blinks. Oliver and Amanda are sitting across the bus from him and staring at him in a very distinct manner that makes him recall his parents when they would get angry at him as a teenager. He swallows, quirks an eyebrow.
"You're creepin' me out," Matt says.
"Wewantyoutohaveathreesomewithus," Oliver blurts, all jumbled up in one word.
"What," Matt grunts.
"What Oli means," Amanda says calmly, "is that we'd like it if you joined us to, y'know, spice things up."
"Oh," Matt breathes.
"You can say no," Oliver half-yells, voice jumping up in volume with his nerves. "I mean, there's nothing stopping you from spazzing out and projectile vomiting all over the toilet-"
"No," Matt interrupts, then shakes his head. "I mean yes. Yes, I wanna join you guys."
"That went well," Amanda mumbles.
"Except for the part where I sounded like a twat," Oliver sighs.
Matt is regretting wearing these jeans.
He swears they weren't this tight when he walked into Oliver and Amanda's flat and took his shirt off and laid on their bed. Amanda's straddling his chest, fingernails grazing over his neck as Oliver watches patiently from next to them on the bed. Matt sighs shakily, blinks.
"Well if nobody's going to say anything," Amanda murmurs, pausing to pull her top off, "I'm going to do something."
Matt stares. He can't help it.
Oliver watches nonchalantly as Amanda unhooks the front clasp of her bra, freeing her tits. Matt swallows.
"They're all yours," Amanda murmurs.
Matt tilts his head up until his nose buries itself into her cleavage, tongue flicking out to lap at her skin. Oliver ignores the pang in his chest and crawls in the general direction of Matt's hips.
Oliver has been waiting for this for ages.
Amanda pulls her bra off the rest of the way as Matt's tongue travels the round of her tit and her hands move to his hair, holding him to her chest. Oliver grabs at his belt buckle, undoes it, starts working his jeans down. Matt pauses, looks up at Amanda. She leans down to his ear.
"Trust him," she whispers. "He's wanted to do this for a long time."
Matt nods, kissing her clavicle. She shifts back up again as Oliver frees his erection and he gasps. Amanda pets his hair again, pushes his head back at her other tit.
"Mm, Matt," Oliver says. Amanda laughs under her breath as Matt goes back to her cleavage and traces it with his tongue. She ruffles his hair and he abruptly moans into her skin.
"Jesus, Oli," Amanda remarks, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough Oliver's got Matt's cock lodged down his throat. Amanda moans softly at the sight, fists a hand in Matt's hair as he sucks on her nipple. He bites, licks, flicks his tongue. Amanda's head falls back and he pulls her down, licks up to her throat and kisses at her neck. Matt moans against her shoulder and his hips jerk up into Oliver's mouth as he moves his head up and down, twists. Oliver bobs off to his head, sucks.
"Oh, fuck, Oli," Matt groans, fingers sliding down over Amanda's stomach to the fastening of her jeans, which he unsnaps and unzips. His fingers graze over her panties as his lips close around the other nipple; Amanda whimpers and sighs.
"Matt, fuck," Amanda breathes. Oliver's hand slides up her back, as if to remind her that he's back there. He just keeps sucking Matt's cock, swallowing it all the way down. Matt's breathing hard against Amanda's tit, groaning quietly.
"Close, Oli," Matt declares, "don't make me-"
Matt sighs in a very relieved manner as Oliver sits up, crawls up to where Matt is catching his breath. He balls a fist in Matt's hair, wrenches his face to his, lips inches apart.
"Hope you don't mind," Oliver pants, and Matt grins.
"Lemme move," Amanda exclaims, shoving herself off of Matt as their lips connect, Oliver's slick with spit and precome and as soon as Amanda's out of the way he hitches his leg over Matt and starts grinding with him.
Amanda takes this as a chance to get everyone naked, finally.
She slides off the bed and goes down to Matt's ankles. She pulls his jeans off with some difficulty, then gets his underwear off. Amanda then moves to where Oliver's kissing Matt hungrily, lips slipping against each other and Amanda catches a flash of their tongues. She hates to break it off but she pulls on Oliver's shirt and he parts their lips just for the second that it takes for her to strip it off. The instant their lips reconnect, Matt flips them over and hastily goes for Oliver's belt buckle. Amanda doesn't even have to bother with getting Oliver's jeans off since Matt's shoving them down his legs in just a few seconds. Amanda strips her own jeans, then notices how incredibly soaked her panties are. She smiles to herself, then flicks her head up when a very sexy moan tears itself from Oliver's throat.
Matt's middle finger is disappearing into him.
Amanda practically tears her panties off. She flings herself back onto the bed and spreads her legs, palm running down to her twat. She grinds the heel of her hand into her clit, a small gasp trailing from her lips.
"Amanda," Oliver groans. He pushes Matt off and Matt's finger leaves him as he crawls over her. "Don't," he says. Matt replaces his finger- with another one alongside it this time. Oliver's moan nearly makes Amanda moan herself, but Oliver grabs her hips and hitches them up against his. His cock runs the length of her twat, over her clit and she purrs.
"Not yet," she coos. "I wanna watch Matt fuck you."
Precisely as she says this, Matt replaces his fingers again. This time, with his length, which he sinks into him with relative ease.
"Oh, fuck, Matt," Oliver moans, gasps when Matt's hand fists in his hair. He pulls his head back, starts riding his ass.
"Shit, Oli," Matt sighs, "you're so fucking tight."
"Amanda," Oliver says, starting to pant, "when did you last fuck me?"
"Last week, doll," Amanda remarks, rolling her eyes. She runs her fingers through his hair, smiles lovingly. "Remember?"
"You fuck him?" Matt asks.
"Yeah," Amanda replies, almost arrogantly. "He loves it. Oli's such a good little fuck pet."
"Fuck, baby," Oliver groans, hips jerking uselessly, "I need to be inside you right now."
"I need it too, doll," Amanda sighs, grinding her twat up onto his cock. "Fuck me."
Oliver doesn't need any convincing. With just a snap of his hips he sinks his length into her and she moans, throwing her head back into the pillows. Matt fucks into Oliver and pushes him harder into Amanda. She practically screams, snaking a hand down between them to finger at her clit and her hips buck up.
"Oh, shit, Oli," Matt groans, increasing his speed. Oliver moans, grabs harder at Amanda's hips.
"Fuck, right there," Oliver gasps, hips rocking wildly. Amanda's fingers circle her clit and she pants, moaning between the gasps and her free hand grabs Oliver's ass.
"Faster, baby," she breathes, chest heaving and her tits press into Oliver's tattoos.
"Ah, fuck," Matt groans, unloading into Oliver's ass. He rides out his orgasm and Oliver moans at the feeling, clenching around him. Matt keeps fucking Oliver until he and Amanda come at the same time, her tightening as he stiffens and comes inside her. Amanda's jaw drops and she gasps as she hits her climax, and Matt pulls out of Oliver so he can hitch her leg up and fuck her until she's reduced to a panting pile of limbs.
Oliver rolls off her, finds herself between Matt and Amanda.
"Fuck," he declares.
"Okay," Amanda says loudly, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
"Damn straight," Oliver retorts, pecking her cheek. Matt's arms slide around Oliver's waist, pulls him into his chest.
"That was hot," Matt whispers.
"Mhmm," Oliver replies. "We should do that more often."
"Permission for you to fuck on the road granted."
Matt and Oliver's head crane in Amanda's direction.
"What?" Matt asks.
"I said you can fuck on the road if you want," Amanda repeats. "Like, I will write up a contract that says you can, because that was the single hottest thing I have ever seen in my life."
"Can we make out now?" Oliver asks.
"Yeah," Amanda laughs, running her nails down Oliver's spine as he kisses Matt again, and she's more than okay with just laying there watching them hold each other.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17.
Pairing: oliver sykes/amanda hendrick/matt nicholls.
Summary: oli and amanda need someone else to join them. matt is okay with this.
Warnings: potty mouth, het, slash.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum. blame her for this. and amanda for being really really hot.
Author Notes: not much to say here, really. it's freaky how much fic i've written this month. holy shit. and hey het without gs. no wai.
They kiss for a while, limbs intertwined in Oliver's bunk. Amanda's breath is still shaking when she sighs, "Love you."
"Love you too," Oliver replies, kissing her forehead. "Hey, I have a little something to ask you."
"Go for it," Amanda giggles, rolling on top of Oliver.
"Well," Oliver tries, wrapping his arms around her waist, "first you have to promise not to take this personally."
"Promise," Amanda chirps. She doesn't hesitate for a split-second. She smiles, raises an eyebrow.
"Well... how would you feel about bringing in another guy?" Oliver asks, barely cringing.
"That sounds... hot." Amanda smirks.
"Oh," Oliver says.
"Who would you wanna have join us?" she asks, fingers flitting with Oliver's bangs. He shuts his eyes.
"Um, well," Oliver murmurs, flushing fervent red, "I was thinking about asking Nicholls."
Amanda nods. She smiles.
"I would be..." she starts, then nods again, "more than okay with that."
"Oh." Oliver shrugs. "Okay."
Matt blinks. Oliver and Amanda are sitting across the bus from him and staring at him in a very distinct manner that makes him recall his parents when they would get angry at him as a teenager. He swallows, quirks an eyebrow.
"You're creepin' me out," Matt says.
"Wewantyoutohaveathreesomewithus," Oliver blurts, all jumbled up in one word.
"What," Matt grunts.
"What Oli means," Amanda says calmly, "is that we'd like it if you joined us to, y'know, spice things up."
"Oh," Matt breathes.
"You can say no," Oliver half-yells, voice jumping up in volume with his nerves. "I mean, there's nothing stopping you from spazzing out and projectile vomiting all over the toilet-"
"No," Matt interrupts, then shakes his head. "I mean yes. Yes, I wanna join you guys."
"That went well," Amanda mumbles.
"Except for the part where I sounded like a twat," Oliver sighs.
Matt is regretting wearing these jeans.
He swears they weren't this tight when he walked into Oliver and Amanda's flat and took his shirt off and laid on their bed. Amanda's straddling his chest, fingernails grazing over his neck as Oliver watches patiently from next to them on the bed. Matt sighs shakily, blinks.
"Well if nobody's going to say anything," Amanda murmurs, pausing to pull her top off, "I'm going to do something."
Matt stares. He can't help it.
Oliver watches nonchalantly as Amanda unhooks the front clasp of her bra, freeing her tits. Matt swallows.
"They're all yours," Amanda murmurs.
Matt tilts his head up until his nose buries itself into her cleavage, tongue flicking out to lap at her skin. Oliver ignores the pang in his chest and crawls in the general direction of Matt's hips.
Oliver has been waiting for this for ages.
Amanda pulls her bra off the rest of the way as Matt's tongue travels the round of her tit and her hands move to his hair, holding him to her chest. Oliver grabs at his belt buckle, undoes it, starts working his jeans down. Matt pauses, looks up at Amanda. She leans down to his ear.
"Trust him," she whispers. "He's wanted to do this for a long time."
Matt nods, kissing her clavicle. She shifts back up again as Oliver frees his erection and he gasps. Amanda pets his hair again, pushes his head back at her other tit.
"Mm, Matt," Oliver says. Amanda laughs under her breath as Matt goes back to her cleavage and traces it with his tongue. She ruffles his hair and he abruptly moans into her skin.
"Jesus, Oli," Amanda remarks, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough Oliver's got Matt's cock lodged down his throat. Amanda moans softly at the sight, fists a hand in Matt's hair as he sucks on her nipple. He bites, licks, flicks his tongue. Amanda's head falls back and he pulls her down, licks up to her throat and kisses at her neck. Matt moans against her shoulder and his hips jerk up into Oliver's mouth as he moves his head up and down, twists. Oliver bobs off to his head, sucks.
"Oh, fuck, Oli," Matt groans, fingers sliding down over Amanda's stomach to the fastening of her jeans, which he unsnaps and unzips. His fingers graze over her panties as his lips close around the other nipple; Amanda whimpers and sighs.
"Matt, fuck," Amanda breathes. Oliver's hand slides up her back, as if to remind her that he's back there. He just keeps sucking Matt's cock, swallowing it all the way down. Matt's breathing hard against Amanda's tit, groaning quietly.
"Close, Oli," Matt declares, "don't make me-"
Matt sighs in a very relieved manner as Oliver sits up, crawls up to where Matt is catching his breath. He balls a fist in Matt's hair, wrenches his face to his, lips inches apart.
"Hope you don't mind," Oliver pants, and Matt grins.
"Lemme move," Amanda exclaims, shoving herself off of Matt as their lips connect, Oliver's slick with spit and precome and as soon as Amanda's out of the way he hitches his leg over Matt and starts grinding with him.
Amanda takes this as a chance to get everyone naked, finally.
She slides off the bed and goes down to Matt's ankles. She pulls his jeans off with some difficulty, then gets his underwear off. Amanda then moves to where Oliver's kissing Matt hungrily, lips slipping against each other and Amanda catches a flash of their tongues. She hates to break it off but she pulls on Oliver's shirt and he parts their lips just for the second that it takes for her to strip it off. The instant their lips reconnect, Matt flips them over and hastily goes for Oliver's belt buckle. Amanda doesn't even have to bother with getting Oliver's jeans off since Matt's shoving them down his legs in just a few seconds. Amanda strips her own jeans, then notices how incredibly soaked her panties are. She smiles to herself, then flicks her head up when a very sexy moan tears itself from Oliver's throat.
Matt's middle finger is disappearing into him.
Amanda practically tears her panties off. She flings herself back onto the bed and spreads her legs, palm running down to her twat. She grinds the heel of her hand into her clit, a small gasp trailing from her lips.
"Amanda," Oliver groans. He pushes Matt off and Matt's finger leaves him as he crawls over her. "Don't," he says. Matt replaces his finger- with another one alongside it this time. Oliver's moan nearly makes Amanda moan herself, but Oliver grabs her hips and hitches them up against his. His cock runs the length of her twat, over her clit and she purrs.
"Not yet," she coos. "I wanna watch Matt fuck you."
Precisely as she says this, Matt replaces his fingers again. This time, with his length, which he sinks into him with relative ease.
"Oh, fuck, Matt," Oliver moans, gasps when Matt's hand fists in his hair. He pulls his head back, starts riding his ass.
"Shit, Oli," Matt sighs, "you're so fucking tight."
"Amanda," Oliver says, starting to pant, "when did you last fuck me?"
"Last week, doll," Amanda remarks, rolling her eyes. She runs her fingers through his hair, smiles lovingly. "Remember?"
"You fuck him?" Matt asks.
"Yeah," Amanda replies, almost arrogantly. "He loves it. Oli's such a good little fuck pet."
"Fuck, baby," Oliver groans, hips jerking uselessly, "I need to be inside you right now."
"I need it too, doll," Amanda sighs, grinding her twat up onto his cock. "Fuck me."
Oliver doesn't need any convincing. With just a snap of his hips he sinks his length into her and she moans, throwing her head back into the pillows. Matt fucks into Oliver and pushes him harder into Amanda. She practically screams, snaking a hand down between them to finger at her clit and her hips buck up.
"Oh, shit, Oli," Matt groans, increasing his speed. Oliver moans, grabs harder at Amanda's hips.
"Fuck, right there," Oliver gasps, hips rocking wildly. Amanda's fingers circle her clit and she pants, moaning between the gasps and her free hand grabs Oliver's ass.
"Faster, baby," she breathes, chest heaving and her tits press into Oliver's tattoos.
"Ah, fuck," Matt groans, unloading into Oliver's ass. He rides out his orgasm and Oliver moans at the feeling, clenching around him. Matt keeps fucking Oliver until he and Amanda come at the same time, her tightening as he stiffens and comes inside her. Amanda's jaw drops and she gasps as she hits her climax, and Matt pulls out of Oliver so he can hitch her leg up and fuck her until she's reduced to a panting pile of limbs.
Oliver rolls off her, finds herself between Matt and Amanda.
"Fuck," he declares.
"Okay," Amanda says loudly, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
"Damn straight," Oliver retorts, pecking her cheek. Matt's arms slide around Oliver's waist, pulls him into his chest.
"That was hot," Matt whispers.
"Mhmm," Oliver replies. "We should do that more often."
"Permission for you to fuck on the road granted."
Matt and Oliver's head crane in Amanda's direction.
"What?" Matt asks.
"I said you can fuck on the road if you want," Amanda repeats. "Like, I will write up a contract that says you can, because that was the single hottest thing I have ever seen in my life."
"Can we make out now?" Oliver asks.
"Yeah," Amanda laughs, running her nails down Oliver's spine as he kisses Matt again, and she's more than okay with just laying there watching them hold each other.