Fic: Circling the Edge (OT3)
Title: Circling the Edge
Pairing: Adam/Hiro/Ando, more Ando/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He smelled Hiro and Adam mixed on his own skin, their dry sweat becoming his own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Ando awoke to a heavy pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down, lifting his head in shock when he saw Adam wrapped around his torso, head lying on his shoulder, right arm draped over his stomach. Adam and Ando never cuddled each other. Ever. Sure, they kissed and sucked each other off, even fucked on occasion, mostly when Hiro was around to enjoy their displays, but they did not engage in random shows of affection. Cuddling and warm “good morning” kisses were reserved for Hiro only. Adam was just some guy who Hiro was annoyingly in love with and who he just happened to find attractive. A little. All right, a lot. It wasn’t like touching him was such a chore. Else he wouldn’t do it, even if it were solely for Hiro’s benefit, which he admitted it wasn’t, but that still didn’t mean that he was okay with this. This was just... bizarre. Adam wasn’t kissing him or stroking him, he was just... sleeping. On top of him. Even breaths gusted warmly against his collarbone. He felt the moist corner of his mouth curving on his skin. It didn’t feel bad. Just the opposite, in fact. And yet, he shouldn’t... they shouldn’t. Perhaps Adam had gotten confused in his slumber and thought that he was Hiro? That would make it okay, sort of. But Adam wasn’t the type to make stupid mistakes like that. His actions were always precise, deliberate. The three of them had been sharing the same bed for two weeks now and Adam and he always remained on opposite sides of the bed. Hiro slept between them, a diplomatic buffer to prevent either party getting any advantage over him. Ando hadn’t really thought that it might also serve to avoid them getting too close in contact with each other.He heard the splashing hum of the shower. Hiro had just gotten in. He wouldn’t be back to diffuse this any time soon, which meant that he had to do something. Well, he didn’t have to.
It was this hesitation that urged him to poke Adam in the shoulder. Adam’s face wrinkled, but otherwise he failed to respond. Ando prodded him harder.
"What?" Adam mumbled, the word a thick syllable.
"Why are you on top of me?"
Adam didn’t even bother opening his eyes.
"You looked comfortable."
Ando gaped at him. "I looked comfortable?"
“Yes.”
He turned his head inwards, actually nuzzling Ando’s neck.. The gesture was shocking in its intimacy.
“How does that give you permission to lie on me?”
An odd pause followed. Adam lifted his head, his breath no longer touching Ando.
"Fine,” he said, rolling off him. He settled across the bed, his back to Ando. "If you don't want me on you, just say so. I don’t want to bother you."
He didn't sound angry, just tired, but Ando didn’t trust it. Adam’s words often couldn’t be taken at face value. Ando stared at his back. Sleepiness clung to his body. His eyes wanted to close, but he wouldn’t let them. He watched the subtle rise and fall of Adam’s shoulder as he breathed, gaze wandering across the wide expanse of his back. His skin was completely smooth, marked only by the gentle swell of bone and muscle. Ando had never known someone without a single scar before. He reached forward, stopped himself, then finished the motion, barely touching Adam’s back with the tips of his fingers. For a quarter of a second, he thought he heard a slight catch of breath, but Adam didn’t move. He laid his hand flat, branding his flesh with the steady pulse of Adam’s body heat. Adam’s breathing pressed into his palm, slow, steady. Ando had kissed Adam here, on this same patch of skin. He’d licked him, learned his taste on the flat of his tongue where the nerves bundled at the surface, had even bitten down once as he slipped his fingers inside. But it had always been rushed, urged by passion pressing on all sides, demanding appeasement in the most turbulent ways. This simple touch felt more naked than any of the others.
"Do you like my back?"
Adam’s voice startled him. He quickly withdrew his hand and turned away, inching as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Adam sighed, the sound more surprising still.
"I didn't mean for you to stop. I was just asking."
"Your questions are never just questions."
"Explain ."
The shower was still running. Shit.
"You're always insinuating something."
"I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I liked it."
Ando examined his tone, trying to find some encoded message buried in the subtle interest, but nothing was evident. He could just leave. Get up and exit the room. It’s not like he was going to get any more sleep now anyway. Might as well make some coffee and try to drive away the desire buzzing at his reason. Adam stretched out his legs, his buttocks flexing with the movement. Definitely planned. But it had its intended effect. Ando stared at the round firmness of his ass, remembering all the times he’d taken him, relishing Adam’s yearning groans. He wanted to hear them again, to touch his body, and it scared him. This time, he felt like he’d be crossing an invisible veil stretched between them, keeping them from going too far down a road that Ando wasn’t willing to go. Adam wasn’t Hiro. He wasn’t. But Hiro was here, lying between them, always infusing them with his presence so that Ando couldn’t look at Adam without seeing Hiro’s dark eyes superimposed over his blue ones. He smelled Hiro and Adam mixed on his own skin, their dry sweat becoming his own.
He sidled forward, careful not to jostle the bed too much. He didn’t know why, but it seemed important. Like a rapid movement might break something vital that could never be erased. He placed his hand on Adam’s side, stroking down to his hip. Adam shifted, stretching his arm forward to give him more access. He cupped Adam's hipbone, fingers splaying as he reached his thigh, stroking all the way to his knee, his skin a soft murmur in his hand. He pressed himself fully against Adam and lowered his head to his neck, inhaling their spent passion. Desire rose within him as he caressed Adam’s abdomen, fingers bumping against the base of his erection. Adam gasped at the contact. He grabbed Ando’s wrist, an urgent demand, and Ando obliged. He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke, long firm movements that shortened Adam’s breath at the same rate as his own. Adam squeezed Ando’s wrist, pushing back against him as Ando nibbled at the curve of his neck, tugging at his flesh with his teeth. His own erection grew against Adam’s hip, the pressure maddening. Adam teased him with shallow, needy breaths, sliding upwards so that Ando’s cock brushed his ass, the sensation sending a jolt thundering through his body. He wanted to fuck him, now, before he came, taking his pleasure from this man who he still regarded as a rival even as he luxuriated in the heat of his body, emotions and doubts tumbling everywhere, impossible to decipher as Adam dropped his head on his shoulder and he spurted into Ando’s hand, emitting a breathy cry. He released Ando’s wrist and Ando lifted his hand, staring with bleary eyes at the white spunk coating his fingers.
“That was nice." Adam whispered, tone blissful.
He slipped his leg over Ando’s, opening himself for him and Ando bit his lip to contain a moan.
“You can take me, you know?”
And Ando wanted to. God, did he want to. But this wasn’t about Hiro. It still was, in a sense, but not right now. Adam was still Adam, and it was him, this man heaving against him that he desired and he shouldn’t. He wouldn’t. So he ran. He rushed away from Adam, falling to his feet.
"I need to pee," he mumbled, ducking his head, and headed for the bathroom.
Hiro was already finished. Ando hadn’t noticed when he’d turned the water off. Hiro stood in front of the mirror, a towel draped around his waist, another held in his hands, which he was using to dry the excess moisture from his hair. He smiled as he turned to Ando, looking carefree without his glasses.
"Good morning,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”
“All right.”
Ando returned the smile, approaching him. He placed his hand on Hiro’s nape and Hiro reached up, kissing him, and Ando sank against Hiro, drinking in the warmth of his freshly washed skin. Hiro licked his lip, teasing at his teeth and Ando opened himself to him, surrendering himself to the one man he truly adored. He pressed himself against Hiro’s hip, murmuring into his mouth.
“Please, Hiro, could you...”
Hiro chuckled, sweet sound, and looked down Ando's body. He touched his erection with his hand and Ando groaned.
"It’d be my pleasure.”
With a final nibble at his bottom lip, Hiro kneeled down, squeezing his buttocks. Ando clutched his shoulders as Hiro sucked at his head, playing with his foreskin and Ando pressed forward, urging Hiro to take him in. His need was too acute by this point. Shivers coursed through his skin as Hiro flicked out his tongue, licking his underside.
“Hiro, please.”
Hiro took mercy on him, swallowing him in to the back of his mouth. Ando moaned, his eyes shutting as Hiro began to move, squeezing his lips just the way Ando loved it, causing the most glorious shivers to thrum through his body. This is what Ando wanted: Hiro’s touch, Hiro’s body, Hiro’s love, always. He barely heard the footstep outside the door. Lifting his head, he saw Adam standing at the threshold. Adam looked at Hiro, then at him. His eyes were hard. Ando laid his hand on Hiro's head, weaving his hands in his hair. He stared back, not giving an inch even as he came hard into Hiro's mouth.
Pairing: Adam/Hiro/Ando, more Ando/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He smelled Hiro and Adam mixed on his own skin, their dry sweat becoming his own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Ando awoke to a heavy pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down, lifting his head in shock when he saw Adam wrapped around his torso, head lying on his shoulder, right arm draped over his stomach. Adam and Ando never cuddled each other. Ever. Sure, they kissed and sucked each other off, even fucked on occasion, mostly when Hiro was around to enjoy their displays, but they did not engage in random shows of affection. Cuddling and warm “good morning” kisses were reserved for Hiro only. Adam was just some guy who Hiro was annoyingly in love with and who he just happened to find attractive. A little. All right, a lot. It wasn’t like touching him was such a chore. Else he wouldn’t do it, even if it were solely for Hiro’s benefit, which he admitted it wasn’t, but that still didn’t mean that he was okay with this. This was just... bizarre. Adam wasn’t kissing him or stroking him, he was just... sleeping. On top of him. Even breaths gusted warmly against his collarbone. He felt the moist corner of his mouth curving on his skin. It didn’t feel bad. Just the opposite, in fact. And yet, he shouldn’t... they shouldn’t. Perhaps Adam had gotten confused in his slumber and thought that he was Hiro? That would make it okay, sort of. But Adam wasn’t the type to make stupid mistakes like that. His actions were always precise, deliberate. The three of them had been sharing the same bed for two weeks now and Adam and he always remained on opposite sides of the bed. Hiro slept between them, a diplomatic buffer to prevent either party getting any advantage over him. Ando hadn’t really thought that it might also serve to avoid them getting too close in contact with each other.He heard the splashing hum of the shower. Hiro had just gotten in. He wouldn’t be back to diffuse this any time soon, which meant that he had to do something. Well, he didn’t have to.
It was this hesitation that urged him to poke Adam in the shoulder. Adam’s face wrinkled, but otherwise he failed to respond. Ando prodded him harder.
"What?" Adam mumbled, the word a thick syllable.
"Why are you on top of me?"
Adam didn’t even bother opening his eyes.
"You looked comfortable."
Ando gaped at him. "I looked comfortable?"
“Yes.”
He turned his head inwards, actually nuzzling Ando’s neck.. The gesture was shocking in its intimacy.
“How does that give you permission to lie on me?”
An odd pause followed. Adam lifted his head, his breath no longer touching Ando.
"Fine,” he said, rolling off him. He settled across the bed, his back to Ando. "If you don't want me on you, just say so. I don’t want to bother you."
He didn't sound angry, just tired, but Ando didn’t trust it. Adam’s words often couldn’t be taken at face value. Ando stared at his back. Sleepiness clung to his body. His eyes wanted to close, but he wouldn’t let them. He watched the subtle rise and fall of Adam’s shoulder as he breathed, gaze wandering across the wide expanse of his back. His skin was completely smooth, marked only by the gentle swell of bone and muscle. Ando had never known someone without a single scar before. He reached forward, stopped himself, then finished the motion, barely touching Adam’s back with the tips of his fingers. For a quarter of a second, he thought he heard a slight catch of breath, but Adam didn’t move. He laid his hand flat, branding his flesh with the steady pulse of Adam’s body heat. Adam’s breathing pressed into his palm, slow, steady. Ando had kissed Adam here, on this same patch of skin. He’d licked him, learned his taste on the flat of his tongue where the nerves bundled at the surface, had even bitten down once as he slipped his fingers inside. But it had always been rushed, urged by passion pressing on all sides, demanding appeasement in the most turbulent ways. This simple touch felt more naked than any of the others.
"Do you like my back?"
Adam’s voice startled him. He quickly withdrew his hand and turned away, inching as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Adam sighed, the sound more surprising still.
"I didn't mean for you to stop. I was just asking."
"Your questions are never just questions."
"Explain ."
The shower was still running. Shit.
"You're always insinuating something."
"I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I liked it."
Ando examined his tone, trying to find some encoded message buried in the subtle interest, but nothing was evident. He could just leave. Get up and exit the room. It’s not like he was going to get any more sleep now anyway. Might as well make some coffee and try to drive away the desire buzzing at his reason. Adam stretched out his legs, his buttocks flexing with the movement. Definitely planned. But it had its intended effect. Ando stared at the round firmness of his ass, remembering all the times he’d taken him, relishing Adam’s yearning groans. He wanted to hear them again, to touch his body, and it scared him. This time, he felt like he’d be crossing an invisible veil stretched between them, keeping them from going too far down a road that Ando wasn’t willing to go. Adam wasn’t Hiro. He wasn’t. But Hiro was here, lying between them, always infusing them with his presence so that Ando couldn’t look at Adam without seeing Hiro’s dark eyes superimposed over his blue ones. He smelled Hiro and Adam mixed on his own skin, their dry sweat becoming his own.
He sidled forward, careful not to jostle the bed too much. He didn’t know why, but it seemed important. Like a rapid movement might break something vital that could never be erased. He placed his hand on Adam’s side, stroking down to his hip. Adam shifted, stretching his arm forward to give him more access. He cupped Adam's hipbone, fingers splaying as he reached his thigh, stroking all the way to his knee, his skin a soft murmur in his hand. He pressed himself fully against Adam and lowered his head to his neck, inhaling their spent passion. Desire rose within him as he caressed Adam’s abdomen, fingers bumping against the base of his erection. Adam gasped at the contact. He grabbed Ando’s wrist, an urgent demand, and Ando obliged. He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke, long firm movements that shortened Adam’s breath at the same rate as his own. Adam squeezed Ando’s wrist, pushing back against him as Ando nibbled at the curve of his neck, tugging at his flesh with his teeth. His own erection grew against Adam’s hip, the pressure maddening. Adam teased him with shallow, needy breaths, sliding upwards so that Ando’s cock brushed his ass, the sensation sending a jolt thundering through his body. He wanted to fuck him, now, before he came, taking his pleasure from this man who he still regarded as a rival even as he luxuriated in the heat of his body, emotions and doubts tumbling everywhere, impossible to decipher as Adam dropped his head on his shoulder and he spurted into Ando’s hand, emitting a breathy cry. He released Ando’s wrist and Ando lifted his hand, staring with bleary eyes at the white spunk coating his fingers.
“That was nice." Adam whispered, tone blissful.
He slipped his leg over Ando’s, opening himself for him and Ando bit his lip to contain a moan.
“You can take me, you know?”
And Ando wanted to. God, did he want to. But this wasn’t about Hiro. It still was, in a sense, but not right now. Adam was still Adam, and it was him, this man heaving against him that he desired and he shouldn’t. He wouldn’t. So he ran. He rushed away from Adam, falling to his feet.
"I need to pee," he mumbled, ducking his head, and headed for the bathroom.
Hiro was already finished. Ando hadn’t noticed when he’d turned the water off. Hiro stood in front of the mirror, a towel draped around his waist, another held in his hands, which he was using to dry the excess moisture from his hair. He smiled as he turned to Ando, looking carefree without his glasses.
"Good morning,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”
“All right.”
Ando returned the smile, approaching him. He placed his hand on Hiro’s nape and Hiro reached up, kissing him, and Ando sank against Hiro, drinking in the warmth of his freshly washed skin. Hiro licked his lip, teasing at his teeth and Ando opened himself to him, surrendering himself to the one man he truly adored. He pressed himself against Hiro’s hip, murmuring into his mouth.
“Please, Hiro, could you...”
Hiro chuckled, sweet sound, and looked down Ando's body. He touched his erection with his hand and Ando groaned.
"It’d be my pleasure.”
With a final nibble at his bottom lip, Hiro kneeled down, squeezing his buttocks. Ando clutched his shoulders as Hiro sucked at his head, playing with his foreskin and Ando pressed forward, urging Hiro to take him in. His need was too acute by this point. Shivers coursed through his skin as Hiro flicked out his tongue, licking his underside.
“Hiro, please.”
Hiro took mercy on him, swallowing him in to the back of his mouth. Ando moaned, his eyes shutting as Hiro began to move, squeezing his lips just the way Ando loved it, causing the most glorious shivers to thrum through his body. This is what Ando wanted: Hiro’s touch, Hiro’s body, Hiro’s love, always. He barely heard the footstep outside the door. Lifting his head, he saw Adam standing at the threshold. Adam looked at Hiro, then at him. His eyes were hard. Ando laid his hand on Hiro's head, weaving his hands in his hair. He stared back, not giving an inch even as he came hard into Hiro's mouth.