NC-17 | Dizzy Head, Conscience Laden | Jared/Jensen/Matt
Title: Dizzy Head, Conscience Laden
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Matt Cohen
Words: 3,500
Rating/Warning: NC-17/sex
Summary: Matt can't stop watching them, thinking about all the dirty things they do with each other. Then he finds out.
Notes: Written for spnthreesome for 13chapters! IDEK what this is. You prompted cooking dinner then I thought dinner party then I went here, suddenly consumed with this pairing /0\ Title from STP's "Big Empty," which is one of the sexiest fucking songs in all of creation.
Beta: HUGE thanks to neros_violin who even mentioned it then listened to me blather on and on while writing it and shaking my head.
The din of varying conversations is stifled in the party room they’ve been packed into. Every word covers another and it all lulls Matt into a sense of comfort. His eyes trail up and down the long banquet table, take in the faces and mouths curving around sounds and smiles on some particularly handsome faces.
There are two that he can’t ignore, has to run back to when his attention is not hard sought. Even when John, the friendliest neighbor he’s encountered in his new building, nudges him.
“You talking enough?” John asks with a small smile.
“Yeah, of course. Just taking it all in,” Matt replies with a nod. “Everyone’s cool.” And he means it; the times they have engaged him to speak, it’s with great results. Matt softly elbows John back. “Thanks for inviting me out.”
“Not a problem. New guy can’t be stuck inside all day.”
Matt nods and follows John when the neighbor’s suddenly consumed in a back-and-forth with Jensen, one of the guys Matt can’t help but watch. They’re best friends, since tree house days. It was all part of the invitation - old buddies are getting together, annual thing since we’re all too busy, steak dinner, cigars, high-class liquor, you’ll love it - and Matt smiles from his eyes down to his lips, cheeks warming at the way Jensen’s mouth draws words out and laughs with John.
Then Matt sees it, what he thought he’d seen all along. A hand creeps along Jensen’s shoulder, palming the curve of it. It’s Jared, introduced as a friend of Jensen’s, more likely something more that John hasn’t let onto but Matt can read.
Jared’s leaning forward, into Jensen’s space, hand on one shoulder, chin just above the other as Jared listens in. He adds to the laughter then rests his elbow on Jensen’s shoulder to point at John. He’s making a statement, smirking through it and bringing more laughter to the middle of the group. And Jensen just leans with it, easy, cool, comfortable, back settled onto Jared’s chest. They’re still all talking, reminiscing, consumed with their own memories while Matt tries to catch on, just behind and to the right of John, only grabbing the tail-end of every old story only they know the punch lines to.
Truth be told, Matt’s growing jealous, bitterness spinning in his brain. They’re all so jovial, throwing in-jokes around, things he can’t touch. But more over, it’s an effect of Jared and Jensen together, easy strokes of hands at chests, across arms, at backs. They’re gorgeous, slotting together in a fit that Matt would not have considered before, but is extremely too envious of. Jared’s long, slender legs stretch out, knees knocking the frame of Jensen’s chair. Jensen’s hands, tan and masculine, pat at Jared’s thigh, fingers and thumbs digging in, pressing fabric tight to show the curve of muscle being held.
He knocks back the last finger of bourbon and closes his eyes, raising his face to the ceiling and pulling in all other talk to clear his head, to distract him from the vision of those legs wrapping elsewhere, of the hands gripping something else.
Over splitting the bill, talk carries across the table. Most are heading back to Jensen’s, continuing with wine and hard liquor at a much cheaper rate than the multi-hundred-dollar bottles they’ve been ordering.
Ready to bow out, intending to not overextend his invitation, Matt settles his bill and stands with the rest of them, making due work of his jacket without a single glance up.
A hand at his arm makes him flinch but he can’t avoid the deep green of kind eyes watching him or the smile firmly in place on the smooth face.
“You comin’ by?” Jensen asks, friendly demeanor enough to convince him, and Matt’s nodding with a tiny, satisfied smirk.
At Jensen’s, half the dinner party congregates in the back lounge, laughing over the rest of the evening the others are wasting away by returning home to wives, girlfriends, and empty homes. The half dozen here help themselves to drinks at the oak bar in the corner but Matt slows himself to watch and wait his turn.
Jensen picks up a bottle, hidden behind the smattering of other liquors, and shows it to Matt. “You were drinking this before, right?” Jensen asks.
It’s Woodford Reserve Four Grain. A hundred dollars a bottle, and something Matt has only heard stories about.
“Incredibly smooth, trust me,” Jensen says with a high eyebrow. His hands deftly pour and hand the glass over, eyes intent with Matt’s as he watches the first sip. When Matt’s eyelashes flutter with the slick warmth of the alcohol, Jensen grins and pats Matt’s back, palm just as smooth and warm down the length of his spine. “Told you.”
“That you did,” Matt replies with a small smile. He eyes the glass, soft amber liquor swirling in the highball. “This is some classy stuff here. And here,” he adds with a glance around the room, dark wood paneling complimenting leather sofas and chairs.
“Just my little mancave.”
“Little, right,” Matt laughs back.
There’s small chatting between them. You enjoy dinner, how’s your new place, John sucks as a neighbor, don’t he? And Matt’s immediately drawn in to Jensen’s easy cadence of words, how each one slips out as easily as the one before, like talking to a complete stranger isn’t a problem, doesn’t make him nervous but doesn’t put him off. It makes Matt comfortable. Enough so that he doesn’t think for a moment when Jensen brings the bottle back to him and tips a few fingers’ worth into the glass.
“You sure? This’s gotta cost you,” Matt says, gesturing with the glass.
“We only like the good stuff.” Jensen’s eyes linger for a moment, darker than Matt remembers, and then he winks and smiles as he switches to the conversation behind him.
Just as it was at dinner, Matt’s consumed with thoughts of Jared and Jensen. He watches as Jensen’s hand goes to Jared’s back as they talk, as they listen, as they murmur together in a secret speech that no one else is privy to. Jared slides closer, mouthing at the curve of Jensen’s ear to share more private thoughts and Matt can’t keep his eyes away from that vision. Jared’s lips right along Jensen’s ear lobe, opening and closing around his words, and then Matt catches the pause of the statement. When he looks further up the face, he sees Jared, sees that Jared sees him. They’re staring at one another for long, frozen moments, until Jared smirks, tips his head a little closer to Jensen, and continues on, eyes tight with Matt’s.
Matt burns with the want to know what they say to each other when no one else is around, what their private language is, how they carry out promises and wishes. To know what Jared’s saying, thinking, while keeping Matt grounded like this.
Jensen twitches, one shoulder slowly dropping as his head swings even slower. Matt can tell that from the corner of Jensen’s eye, Jensen spots him, and Matt’s chest is suddenly tight, lungs refusing to work as now Jared and Jensen are watching him. Jared slides a hand around Jensen’s neck and leans back in to speak, but he still watches Matt over the top of Jensen’s head, eyes nothing but flirtatious and daring.
Finding the strength to move away, Matt spins out of the conversation he was already ignoring. He does his best to focus on other talk and gets sucked into a long, drawn-out discussion about his building, John leading most of it but still keeping it light and entertaining. Enough so that Matt hardly notices that before long, all that’s left are Jared and Jensen murmuring across the room, and him and John carrying on.
As John’s energy winds down and he’s empty of good stories, he checks his watch and nods to Jensen. “Think it’s ‘bout time I head out.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Matt adds on, fumbling and awkward.
Jared steps forward, friendly smile in place. “Nah, stick around. I hardly got to talk to the new kid.”
“Kid,” Jensen laughs. “Think you’re the same age.”
“When’s your birthday?” Jared asks, challenge and something else in his look.
“End of September,” Matt replies easily, smiling at Jensen and John when he catches their amused glances.
“July. Kid,” he tacks on, eyes running quickly over Matt’s face.
Matt chuckles. “We really need to split hairs?”
“Sure, why not?”
He chuckles again then turns towards John, who’s already hugging Jensen and starting to wave at Jared. And then they’re alone, and quiet, and all just looking at one another.
“Another drink?” Jared asks, passing Matt on his way to the bar.
“I should get going. I’m sure you two have something else to do for the rest of the night.”
Jared’s cheeks are tight with his smile, rosy at his sharp cheekbones. But he’s still pouring Matt another drink and raking eyes over Jensen, who watches them both. “You’re welcome to stay,” Jensen says with an easy smile, like there isn’t something else going unsaid.
The air is suddenly thick, dense feeling hanging over their heads, and Matt’s heart beats heavy in his chest.
“Can keep drinking together, crash in the guest room,” Jared’s continuing on as he returns the bottle to the bar and leans on it, smooth line of his body angling to the floor.
Matt’s eyes flip between that view and Jensen, who’s just watching Jared’s easy pose. Then Jensen glances over, eyelids low as he looks over Matt’s face. “You wanna stay?” Jensen asks, suggestion light but as obvious as Matt’s been wanting it all night.
To soothe his nerves, Matt takes a small sip then licks at the traces of high-end bourbon at his top lip. When they both track the movement, his stomach flips too quickly for his liking, making doubts rush his brain. He chuckles and moves to put his glass onto the bar. “Don’t want to overstep boundaries.”
Jared spins towards him, elbow still tucked at the counter and hips canted against the edge of the bar. “Not overstepping when you’re invited in.”
Matt stares, seconds ticking off from a grandfather clock just beyond Jared, pendulum swaying like Matt’s confidence. He wants to stay, body heated at the suggestion. But having just met these two, knowing he shares a wall with Jensen’s childhood friend, is just too much. And he’s further troubled as it draws on longer, as they stare more, and he feels heated from the inside out with anxiety over actually following through with it.
When a phone rings from down the hallway, Jensen sighs and leaves to answer, Jared turns back to the bar to sip the last remaining bit of his drink, and Matt eases his nerves with a quiet hum and steps out before anyone can argue.
The moment he’s on the front steps, the chilled night air hits him and he curses himself for forgetting his jacket in the den, along with his car keys. He hurries back in, staying quiet when he hears silence, but once he’s in the lounge, he freezes.
Arms are wound around necks and waists, and mouths are locked together. Matt’s breathing catches, leaves him in a quiet that’s only broken with the wet slide of tongues and the soft brush of hands over fabric. One small step back creaks the floorboards, and all three freeze before Jensen slowly looks over, Jared still consumed with Jensen, kissing down his cheek, sucking along his jaw.
It only takes the darkest of glances from Jensen, eyes blown wide with energy, lips kissed red and parted, to convince Matt to follow them upstairs.
He tucks one finger around Jensen’s pinky as Jensen looks over his shoulder, mouth curled seductively and eyes low, focused on Matt’s lips.
Once they step into the bedroom, his stomach turns, blood bursting through his body at breakneck speeds, creating pressure in his chest that isn’t alleviated when Jensen strokes a hand down his shirt, fingernails clicking at each button.
There are no words here, silence accompanied by heavy breathing and appreciative noises as Jared comes up behind Matt, arms circling his waist, fingers tugging at his belt, undoing pants. All this while Jensen slowly works each button open and looks just beyond Matt to Jared, smiling, playfully biting his lower lip before his eyes slide to Matt’s, eyebrows up in question.
Matt tips his head forward, mouth pursed and words stuck in his throat, but Jensen reads it and closes the space, lips catching on Matt’s. A few slides of their mouths is enough to push Matt into action, hands sliding over Jensen’s hips, to his back, and beneath his shirt to tug at the tee underneath. Matt’s fingers burn with Jensen’s smooth, bare back, inch up the long expanse to pull the shirts up and show off Jensen’s equally smooth and taut chest.
Leaving Matt’s fly open, jeans loose on his hips, Jared makes quick work of their shirts so they’re all topless, warm skin together as Jared sucks along Matt’s shoulder, hands roaming the rippled plane of Matt’s stomach.
Jensen’s hands go to Matt’s back, fingers tight and groping, slipping down past Matt’s waistband, gripping at the curve of his ass and drawing him forward. Their hips meet and Jensen shoves his tongue in, fat and slick and quick, stroking through Matt’s mouth as they wind their tongues and lips to map out each other’s kisses.
Jared’s hand palms Matt’s cheek, thumb swiping at the edges of their lips, feeling their kiss and dipping into the cut of their mouths. Then he nips at Matt’s ear, murmurs, “Like his mouth?” Matt hums, which only draws more from Jared, licking and sucking and mumbling through it all. “You should feel it everywhere. Those lips and tongue, perfect on every inch of skin.”
At Matt’s moan, Jensen slides his hands further down, inching Matt’s pants and boxers down as slowly as Jensen mouths down his chest, a promising path that Matt can’t help but watch. He gets just one deep groan off with the touch of Jensen’s mouth at his dick, sucking at the head, before Jared rings his arm around Matt’s neck, pulling him back to kiss. Jared’s tongue opens Matt wide, licking behind teeth and under his own tongue, barely distracting Matt from the smooth ring of Jensen’s lips sliding up and down, steady fist moving along with him.
Getting a hand on them both, Matt’s fingers scratch over Jensen’s head, unable to grab anything but intent to move in time with Jensen’s bobbing, as his other reaches down to cup the back of Jared’s thigh, to pull him flat to his back as they keep up with one another, mouths slipping together at the angle but never giving up.
Walking his hand down, Jared’s fingers spread over the base of Matt’s dick then go lower, squeezing his balls and stroking in time with Jensen’s lips. Matt whimpers, hips beginning a slow roll into their hands and Jensen’s mouth, and Jared chuckles into their kiss. He sucks hard on Matt’s tongue before releasing him, and Jensen does, too, hand stroking slow and lazy as he looks up to them and Matt looks down. His eyes refuse to stray from Jensen’s mouth, slick and raw from sucking him, and at that, his heart kicks up, remembering the feel of Jensen on him.
Matt smooths his palm over Jensen’s face, fingers over hair, and he drags Jensen up to his feet to pull him closer, wanting to have that mouth without the torture of ending this too soon. As their tongues meet, Jared slides his hands down Matt’s back to push his pants lower, and he cups Matt’s ass, fingers dipping into the crease and spreading. There’s a rough yet teasing slide of Jared’s pants, tented with his hardness, but Matt pushes back into him.
Unable to get the right words out, Matt mumbles into Jensen’s mouth, raving, pleading, wanting, saying so much about Jared and Jensen together, about tight skin over hard muscle and fuckable, wet mouths.
Jared backs away and undoes his pants, sliding them down and off, and returns to the exact same motion, giving more heat with the touch of his warm body draped over Matt’s back. He slides his dick along Matt’s ass, riding the dip between his cheeks, and they groan together, as Jensen just watches. He’s smiling with bright eyes, staring right into Matt’s dazed look. It’s not a dare or a question, but Matt reads the thoughts in Jensen’s dark gaze, hears the hitch in Jared’s breath as he mouths all along Matt’s shoulders.
His answer is in tipping his head to Jared’s and reaching to hold him close, hand sliding over Jared’s neck.
Minutes later, all three are on the bed, a tangle of limbs so tight and frantic that not even Matt knows who’s stroking his thighs or who’s reaching between his legs to slide a finger in. He just goes with it, nerves sparking up and begging to be full lit, to spread into every inch of Matt’s body and set him on fire.
Shifting around each other, they’re back to the last position, Jared behind him with his hand firm at Matt’s ass, two fingers now pressing deep, and Jensen kissing, groping, tugging Matt closer to meet every bit of skin. There’s not much more for patience as fingers fumble with condoms and lube, and then Jared gives a tentative push, his dick spreading Matt wide but thin, skin tight with fever.
After a few, still moments, Jared rolls his hips forward and presses Matt into Jensen to keep them close, make their kisses messy as tongues thrust in and out of mouths on every movement. With his hands tight on Matt’s hips, Jared fucks into him and keeps the movement of Matt’s body minimal as he punches in with quick but long strokes that make Matt grunt over and over again.
Jared reaches beyond Matt, snags Jensen by the neck and brings him in. They ravage one another’s mouths and Matt closes his eyes to the sensations of Jared inside him and the noises of their kisses, greedy and hungry. Jensen’s so tight to his body, Matt can feel the wetness of precome as Jensen’s dick slides along Matt’s thigh, as they all rut together.
The first one to break is Jared, pressing his hand tight to Matt’s chest and holding him still as he rocks into him just a handful more times and moans into Jensen’s mouth, shaking and slowing with his orgasm. Jared whimpers with the effort of pulling out, then caresses Matt’s back, palm soft to his skin.
Jensen nudges Matt to his back and settles between his legs as he leans over to kiss again. Their dicks slide together in Jensen’s fist. No matter how rough or loose Jensen’s hand gets, his mouth stays on Matt’s, tongue fucking in and out, teeth catching on lips.
There’s a heady mixture harsh breathing, slick skin, and wet mouths, made louder when Jared leans into Matt’s space and nips along his jaw then breaks off to lick at them both. Matt turns into Jared’s kiss, distracted just enough that he can’t do more than accept that Jensen slides a condom over Matt’s dick, lubes him up then lowers himself down. Jensen stays upright, rocking back and forth until Matt’s dick is deep inside, and Jensen moans, Matt echoing the sounds.
Matt rises to his elbows to get his back into it and fucks into Jensen, making his balls smack Jensen’s ass with the effort. When he feels it all coiling his belly, blood quickly pumping south, he drops back to the mattress and lets Jensen ride him, takes every movement of Jensen’s hole splitting over his dick, hips rocking side to side.
They get frantic, Matt sliding on the mattress and groaning while Jensen fucks himself quicker and quicker, and Jared moves to Jensen’s side. Jared covers Jensen’s dick in a tight fist, stripping it faster than Jensen’s hips can move. And then he rings an arm around Jensen’s hips to force his movements back on Matt’s dick and forward to his hand.
Jensen whimpers with it, shaking hands barely holding onto Jared’s arms, and then comes, shooting across Jared’s hand and Matt’s belly. The second the warmth hits him, Matt fucks up hard, grabbing Jensen’s thighs to keep Jensen close as he finishes.
They fall to the bed as their chests heave. Jared leans into Matt for a kiss, reaching further over to stroke Jensen’s chest, down over his abdomen, and back up. They’re all touching each other, hands roaming slowly over wet skin as they come down from the high, and Matt chuckles through a hard breath.
Jensen hums with his fingers trailing circles on Matt’s chest.
Matt doesn’t answer; he just smiles and covers Jensen’s hand as Jared’s settles at his hip.
He’s fucked out and over. Sated and warm. Sore with the extension of muscles he hasn’t worried about in ages. Brain warped with the overstimulation and attention from them both.
Maybe next time he’ll just watch.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Matt Cohen
Words: 3,500
Rating/Warning: NC-17/sex
Summary: Matt can't stop watching them, thinking about all the dirty things they do with each other. Then he finds out.
Notes: Written for spnthreesome for 13chapters! IDEK what this is. You prompted cooking dinner then I thought dinner party then I went here, suddenly consumed with this pairing /0\ Title from STP's "Big Empty," which is one of the sexiest fucking songs in all of creation.
Beta: HUGE thanks to neros_violin who even mentioned it then listened to me blather on and on while writing it and shaking my head.
The din of varying conversations is stifled in the party room they’ve been packed into. Every word covers another and it all lulls Matt into a sense of comfort. His eyes trail up and down the long banquet table, take in the faces and mouths curving around sounds and smiles on some particularly handsome faces.
There are two that he can’t ignore, has to run back to when his attention is not hard sought. Even when John, the friendliest neighbor he’s encountered in his new building, nudges him.
“You talking enough?” John asks with a small smile.
“Yeah, of course. Just taking it all in,” Matt replies with a nod. “Everyone’s cool.” And he means it; the times they have engaged him to speak, it’s with great results. Matt softly elbows John back. “Thanks for inviting me out.”
“Not a problem. New guy can’t be stuck inside all day.”
Matt nods and follows John when the neighbor’s suddenly consumed in a back-and-forth with Jensen, one of the guys Matt can’t help but watch. They’re best friends, since tree house days. It was all part of the invitation - old buddies are getting together, annual thing since we’re all too busy, steak dinner, cigars, high-class liquor, you’ll love it - and Matt smiles from his eyes down to his lips, cheeks warming at the way Jensen’s mouth draws words out and laughs with John.
Then Matt sees it, what he thought he’d seen all along. A hand creeps along Jensen’s shoulder, palming the curve of it. It’s Jared, introduced as a friend of Jensen’s, more likely something more that John hasn’t let onto but Matt can read.
Jared’s leaning forward, into Jensen’s space, hand on one shoulder, chin just above the other as Jared listens in. He adds to the laughter then rests his elbow on Jensen’s shoulder to point at John. He’s making a statement, smirking through it and bringing more laughter to the middle of the group. And Jensen just leans with it, easy, cool, comfortable, back settled onto Jared’s chest. They’re still all talking, reminiscing, consumed with their own memories while Matt tries to catch on, just behind and to the right of John, only grabbing the tail-end of every old story only they know the punch lines to.
Truth be told, Matt’s growing jealous, bitterness spinning in his brain. They’re all so jovial, throwing in-jokes around, things he can’t touch. But more over, it’s an effect of Jared and Jensen together, easy strokes of hands at chests, across arms, at backs. They’re gorgeous, slotting together in a fit that Matt would not have considered before, but is extremely too envious of. Jared’s long, slender legs stretch out, knees knocking the frame of Jensen’s chair. Jensen’s hands, tan and masculine, pat at Jared’s thigh, fingers and thumbs digging in, pressing fabric tight to show the curve of muscle being held.
He knocks back the last finger of bourbon and closes his eyes, raising his face to the ceiling and pulling in all other talk to clear his head, to distract him from the vision of those legs wrapping elsewhere, of the hands gripping something else.
Over splitting the bill, talk carries across the table. Most are heading back to Jensen’s, continuing with wine and hard liquor at a much cheaper rate than the multi-hundred-dollar bottles they’ve been ordering.
Ready to bow out, intending to not overextend his invitation, Matt settles his bill and stands with the rest of them, making due work of his jacket without a single glance up.
A hand at his arm makes him flinch but he can’t avoid the deep green of kind eyes watching him or the smile firmly in place on the smooth face.
“You comin’ by?” Jensen asks, friendly demeanor enough to convince him, and Matt’s nodding with a tiny, satisfied smirk.
At Jensen’s, half the dinner party congregates in the back lounge, laughing over the rest of the evening the others are wasting away by returning home to wives, girlfriends, and empty homes. The half dozen here help themselves to drinks at the oak bar in the corner but Matt slows himself to watch and wait his turn.
Jensen picks up a bottle, hidden behind the smattering of other liquors, and shows it to Matt. “You were drinking this before, right?” Jensen asks.
It’s Woodford Reserve Four Grain. A hundred dollars a bottle, and something Matt has only heard stories about.
“Incredibly smooth, trust me,” Jensen says with a high eyebrow. His hands deftly pour and hand the glass over, eyes intent with Matt’s as he watches the first sip. When Matt’s eyelashes flutter with the slick warmth of the alcohol, Jensen grins and pats Matt’s back, palm just as smooth and warm down the length of his spine. “Told you.”
“That you did,” Matt replies with a small smile. He eyes the glass, soft amber liquor swirling in the highball. “This is some classy stuff here. And here,” he adds with a glance around the room, dark wood paneling complimenting leather sofas and chairs.
“Just my little mancave.”
“Little, right,” Matt laughs back.
There’s small chatting between them. You enjoy dinner, how’s your new place, John sucks as a neighbor, don’t he? And Matt’s immediately drawn in to Jensen’s easy cadence of words, how each one slips out as easily as the one before, like talking to a complete stranger isn’t a problem, doesn’t make him nervous but doesn’t put him off. It makes Matt comfortable. Enough so that he doesn’t think for a moment when Jensen brings the bottle back to him and tips a few fingers’ worth into the glass.
“You sure? This’s gotta cost you,” Matt says, gesturing with the glass.
“We only like the good stuff.” Jensen’s eyes linger for a moment, darker than Matt remembers, and then he winks and smiles as he switches to the conversation behind him.
Just as it was at dinner, Matt’s consumed with thoughts of Jared and Jensen. He watches as Jensen’s hand goes to Jared’s back as they talk, as they listen, as they murmur together in a secret speech that no one else is privy to. Jared slides closer, mouthing at the curve of Jensen’s ear to share more private thoughts and Matt can’t keep his eyes away from that vision. Jared’s lips right along Jensen’s ear lobe, opening and closing around his words, and then Matt catches the pause of the statement. When he looks further up the face, he sees Jared, sees that Jared sees him. They’re staring at one another for long, frozen moments, until Jared smirks, tips his head a little closer to Jensen, and continues on, eyes tight with Matt’s.
Matt burns with the want to know what they say to each other when no one else is around, what their private language is, how they carry out promises and wishes. To know what Jared’s saying, thinking, while keeping Matt grounded like this.
Jensen twitches, one shoulder slowly dropping as his head swings even slower. Matt can tell that from the corner of Jensen’s eye, Jensen spots him, and Matt’s chest is suddenly tight, lungs refusing to work as now Jared and Jensen are watching him. Jared slides a hand around Jensen’s neck and leans back in to speak, but he still watches Matt over the top of Jensen’s head, eyes nothing but flirtatious and daring.
Finding the strength to move away, Matt spins out of the conversation he was already ignoring. He does his best to focus on other talk and gets sucked into a long, drawn-out discussion about his building, John leading most of it but still keeping it light and entertaining. Enough so that Matt hardly notices that before long, all that’s left are Jared and Jensen murmuring across the room, and him and John carrying on.
As John’s energy winds down and he’s empty of good stories, he checks his watch and nods to Jensen. “Think it’s ‘bout time I head out.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Matt adds on, fumbling and awkward.
Jared steps forward, friendly smile in place. “Nah, stick around. I hardly got to talk to the new kid.”
“Kid,” Jensen laughs. “Think you’re the same age.”
“When’s your birthday?” Jared asks, challenge and something else in his look.
“End of September,” Matt replies easily, smiling at Jensen and John when he catches their amused glances.
“July. Kid,” he tacks on, eyes running quickly over Matt’s face.
Matt chuckles. “We really need to split hairs?”
“Sure, why not?”
He chuckles again then turns towards John, who’s already hugging Jensen and starting to wave at Jared. And then they’re alone, and quiet, and all just looking at one another.
“Another drink?” Jared asks, passing Matt on his way to the bar.
“I should get going. I’m sure you two have something else to do for the rest of the night.”
Jared’s cheeks are tight with his smile, rosy at his sharp cheekbones. But he’s still pouring Matt another drink and raking eyes over Jensen, who watches them both. “You’re welcome to stay,” Jensen says with an easy smile, like there isn’t something else going unsaid.
The air is suddenly thick, dense feeling hanging over their heads, and Matt’s heart beats heavy in his chest.
“Can keep drinking together, crash in the guest room,” Jared’s continuing on as he returns the bottle to the bar and leans on it, smooth line of his body angling to the floor.
Matt’s eyes flip between that view and Jensen, who’s just watching Jared’s easy pose. Then Jensen glances over, eyelids low as he looks over Matt’s face. “You wanna stay?” Jensen asks, suggestion light but as obvious as Matt’s been wanting it all night.
To soothe his nerves, Matt takes a small sip then licks at the traces of high-end bourbon at his top lip. When they both track the movement, his stomach flips too quickly for his liking, making doubts rush his brain. He chuckles and moves to put his glass onto the bar. “Don’t want to overstep boundaries.”
Jared spins towards him, elbow still tucked at the counter and hips canted against the edge of the bar. “Not overstepping when you’re invited in.”
Matt stares, seconds ticking off from a grandfather clock just beyond Jared, pendulum swaying like Matt’s confidence. He wants to stay, body heated at the suggestion. But having just met these two, knowing he shares a wall with Jensen’s childhood friend, is just too much. And he’s further troubled as it draws on longer, as they stare more, and he feels heated from the inside out with anxiety over actually following through with it.
When a phone rings from down the hallway, Jensen sighs and leaves to answer, Jared turns back to the bar to sip the last remaining bit of his drink, and Matt eases his nerves with a quiet hum and steps out before anyone can argue.
The moment he’s on the front steps, the chilled night air hits him and he curses himself for forgetting his jacket in the den, along with his car keys. He hurries back in, staying quiet when he hears silence, but once he’s in the lounge, he freezes.
Arms are wound around necks and waists, and mouths are locked together. Matt’s breathing catches, leaves him in a quiet that’s only broken with the wet slide of tongues and the soft brush of hands over fabric. One small step back creaks the floorboards, and all three freeze before Jensen slowly looks over, Jared still consumed with Jensen, kissing down his cheek, sucking along his jaw.
It only takes the darkest of glances from Jensen, eyes blown wide with energy, lips kissed red and parted, to convince Matt to follow them upstairs.
He tucks one finger around Jensen’s pinky as Jensen looks over his shoulder, mouth curled seductively and eyes low, focused on Matt’s lips.
Once they step into the bedroom, his stomach turns, blood bursting through his body at breakneck speeds, creating pressure in his chest that isn’t alleviated when Jensen strokes a hand down his shirt, fingernails clicking at each button.
There are no words here, silence accompanied by heavy breathing and appreciative noises as Jared comes up behind Matt, arms circling his waist, fingers tugging at his belt, undoing pants. All this while Jensen slowly works each button open and looks just beyond Matt to Jared, smiling, playfully biting his lower lip before his eyes slide to Matt’s, eyebrows up in question.
Matt tips his head forward, mouth pursed and words stuck in his throat, but Jensen reads it and closes the space, lips catching on Matt’s. A few slides of their mouths is enough to push Matt into action, hands sliding over Jensen’s hips, to his back, and beneath his shirt to tug at the tee underneath. Matt’s fingers burn with Jensen’s smooth, bare back, inch up the long expanse to pull the shirts up and show off Jensen’s equally smooth and taut chest.
Leaving Matt’s fly open, jeans loose on his hips, Jared makes quick work of their shirts so they’re all topless, warm skin together as Jared sucks along Matt’s shoulder, hands roaming the rippled plane of Matt’s stomach.
Jensen’s hands go to Matt’s back, fingers tight and groping, slipping down past Matt’s waistband, gripping at the curve of his ass and drawing him forward. Their hips meet and Jensen shoves his tongue in, fat and slick and quick, stroking through Matt’s mouth as they wind their tongues and lips to map out each other’s kisses.
Jared’s hand palms Matt’s cheek, thumb swiping at the edges of their lips, feeling their kiss and dipping into the cut of their mouths. Then he nips at Matt’s ear, murmurs, “Like his mouth?” Matt hums, which only draws more from Jared, licking and sucking and mumbling through it all. “You should feel it everywhere. Those lips and tongue, perfect on every inch of skin.”
At Matt’s moan, Jensen slides his hands further down, inching Matt’s pants and boxers down as slowly as Jensen mouths down his chest, a promising path that Matt can’t help but watch. He gets just one deep groan off with the touch of Jensen’s mouth at his dick, sucking at the head, before Jared rings his arm around Matt’s neck, pulling him back to kiss. Jared’s tongue opens Matt wide, licking behind teeth and under his own tongue, barely distracting Matt from the smooth ring of Jensen’s lips sliding up and down, steady fist moving along with him.
Getting a hand on them both, Matt’s fingers scratch over Jensen’s head, unable to grab anything but intent to move in time with Jensen’s bobbing, as his other reaches down to cup the back of Jared’s thigh, to pull him flat to his back as they keep up with one another, mouths slipping together at the angle but never giving up.
Walking his hand down, Jared’s fingers spread over the base of Matt’s dick then go lower, squeezing his balls and stroking in time with Jensen’s lips. Matt whimpers, hips beginning a slow roll into their hands and Jensen’s mouth, and Jared chuckles into their kiss. He sucks hard on Matt’s tongue before releasing him, and Jensen does, too, hand stroking slow and lazy as he looks up to them and Matt looks down. His eyes refuse to stray from Jensen’s mouth, slick and raw from sucking him, and at that, his heart kicks up, remembering the feel of Jensen on him.
Matt smooths his palm over Jensen’s face, fingers over hair, and he drags Jensen up to his feet to pull him closer, wanting to have that mouth without the torture of ending this too soon. As their tongues meet, Jared slides his hands down Matt’s back to push his pants lower, and he cups Matt’s ass, fingers dipping into the crease and spreading. There’s a rough yet teasing slide of Jared’s pants, tented with his hardness, but Matt pushes back into him.
Unable to get the right words out, Matt mumbles into Jensen’s mouth, raving, pleading, wanting, saying so much about Jared and Jensen together, about tight skin over hard muscle and fuckable, wet mouths.
Jared backs away and undoes his pants, sliding them down and off, and returns to the exact same motion, giving more heat with the touch of his warm body draped over Matt’s back. He slides his dick along Matt’s ass, riding the dip between his cheeks, and they groan together, as Jensen just watches. He’s smiling with bright eyes, staring right into Matt’s dazed look. It’s not a dare or a question, but Matt reads the thoughts in Jensen’s dark gaze, hears the hitch in Jared’s breath as he mouths all along Matt’s shoulders.
His answer is in tipping his head to Jared’s and reaching to hold him close, hand sliding over Jared’s neck.
Minutes later, all three are on the bed, a tangle of limbs so tight and frantic that not even Matt knows who’s stroking his thighs or who’s reaching between his legs to slide a finger in. He just goes with it, nerves sparking up and begging to be full lit, to spread into every inch of Matt’s body and set him on fire.
Shifting around each other, they’re back to the last position, Jared behind him with his hand firm at Matt’s ass, two fingers now pressing deep, and Jensen kissing, groping, tugging Matt closer to meet every bit of skin. There’s not much more for patience as fingers fumble with condoms and lube, and then Jared gives a tentative push, his dick spreading Matt wide but thin, skin tight with fever.
After a few, still moments, Jared rolls his hips forward and presses Matt into Jensen to keep them close, make their kisses messy as tongues thrust in and out of mouths on every movement. With his hands tight on Matt’s hips, Jared fucks into him and keeps the movement of Matt’s body minimal as he punches in with quick but long strokes that make Matt grunt over and over again.
Jared reaches beyond Matt, snags Jensen by the neck and brings him in. They ravage one another’s mouths and Matt closes his eyes to the sensations of Jared inside him and the noises of their kisses, greedy and hungry. Jensen’s so tight to his body, Matt can feel the wetness of precome as Jensen’s dick slides along Matt’s thigh, as they all rut together.
The first one to break is Jared, pressing his hand tight to Matt’s chest and holding him still as he rocks into him just a handful more times and moans into Jensen’s mouth, shaking and slowing with his orgasm. Jared whimpers with the effort of pulling out, then caresses Matt’s back, palm soft to his skin.
Jensen nudges Matt to his back and settles between his legs as he leans over to kiss again. Their dicks slide together in Jensen’s fist. No matter how rough or loose Jensen’s hand gets, his mouth stays on Matt’s, tongue fucking in and out, teeth catching on lips.
There’s a heady mixture harsh breathing, slick skin, and wet mouths, made louder when Jared leans into Matt’s space and nips along his jaw then breaks off to lick at them both. Matt turns into Jared’s kiss, distracted just enough that he can’t do more than accept that Jensen slides a condom over Matt’s dick, lubes him up then lowers himself down. Jensen stays upright, rocking back and forth until Matt’s dick is deep inside, and Jensen moans, Matt echoing the sounds.
Matt rises to his elbows to get his back into it and fucks into Jensen, making his balls smack Jensen’s ass with the effort. When he feels it all coiling his belly, blood quickly pumping south, he drops back to the mattress and lets Jensen ride him, takes every movement of Jensen’s hole splitting over his dick, hips rocking side to side.
They get frantic, Matt sliding on the mattress and groaning while Jensen fucks himself quicker and quicker, and Jared moves to Jensen’s side. Jared covers Jensen’s dick in a tight fist, stripping it faster than Jensen’s hips can move. And then he rings an arm around Jensen’s hips to force his movements back on Matt’s dick and forward to his hand.
Jensen whimpers with it, shaking hands barely holding onto Jared’s arms, and then comes, shooting across Jared’s hand and Matt’s belly. The second the warmth hits him, Matt fucks up hard, grabbing Jensen’s thighs to keep Jensen close as he finishes.
They fall to the bed as their chests heave. Jared leans into Matt for a kiss, reaching further over to stroke Jensen’s chest, down over his abdomen, and back up. They’re all touching each other, hands roaming slowly over wet skin as they come down from the high, and Matt chuckles through a hard breath.
Jensen hums with his fingers trailing circles on Matt’s chest.
Matt doesn’t answer; he just smiles and covers Jensen’s hand as Jared’s settles at his hip.
He’s fucked out and over. Sated and warm. Sore with the extension of muscles he hasn’t worried about in ages. Brain warped with the overstimulation and attention from them both.
Maybe next time he’ll just watch.