fic: mirrorball, 21 jump street, schmidt/jenko, threesome, 3/?
“Yeah,” Mandy says, wriggling around under Schmidt to keep Jenko in her eyeline. “I just have a lot going on right now. I’m not sure this is the best use of my time, you know?”
Schmidt grunts. She probably isn’t wrong.
“Plus, it’s kind of getting boring, you know?” Schmidt is lazily circling his hips, but he stops at that, outraged. “No offense,” she quickly adds, like she thinks he doesn’t know what that means!
Jenko puts his chin on Schmidt’s bare shoulder so he can smile down at her. Schmidt jolts into sudden movement, and her nails dig into his hips. The low buzz of arousal grows.
Jenko settles down beside Schmidt, arms resting beside Schmidt’s on the mattress, half his chest against Schmidt’s back, and they're cheek to cheek as he peers into her eyes.
“Hey, girl,” he says. “Who you calling boring? My man here?”
“No,” she wavers.
She’s staring up at Jenko. Her face is getting flushed.
“I know that’s right,” Jenko says. “Because Schmidt is going to fuck the shit out of you.”
He claps a companionable hand on Schmidt’s shoulder, and Schmidt starts going for it, can’t stop.
Mandy is still staring at Jenko, but she’s writhing beneath Schmidt again, and Schmidt feels like it has more to do with him this time, listens to her broken moans, tries to figure out what’s causing them, if it’s deep and hard, or slow and deep, or maybe just that he’s bothering to go slow at all. Maybe it’s just Jenko.
“Yeah,” Jenko says, voice low in his ear. “That’s good.”
She makes one of those noises.
“Keep doing that, she likes it.”
Jenko’s arm slides against Schmidt’s waist as he reaches around Schmidt’s body to get at Mandy’s.
“What?” Schmidt grits out.
“I don’t know,” Jenko says. “Ask her.”
“Fuck both you guys,” Mandy bitches.
“Maybe we could work something out, if that’s what you want, darlin’,” Jenko says, and Schmidt can feel breath on his face when Jenko turns to look at him, ask, “Yeah?”
“Uh-“ Schmidt says, and that was a sex noise, just a sex noise, and then he makes another-
Jenko is still propped on his shoulder watching him, waiting while Mandy shrieks her agreement, while Schmidt says, “Fuck,” low, low and close as Jenko, and comes.
*
“So do you guys actually want me to fuck you?” Mandy asks the next day. “Because my sister has something for that, but I’m not sure I want to? It seems like a lot of work.”
She sounds interested, though.
“Uh-“ Schmidt says, and it isn’t any better a response the second time round.
Jenko is smiling again, and Schmidt can see Mandy get distracted as he watches, body loosening on Schmidt’s messy bed.
“Not really,” he says, and the breath Schmidt releases isn’t relief, because Schmidt was never nervous; Schmidt could totally get fucked, especially if it was by a little girl like Mandy; Schmidt could get fucked and like it.
He doesn’t say any of that out loud, though.
Except then Jenko is saying, “Doesn’t sound like you would, though,” and Mandy is saying, “Can we not and say we did?” and Mandy makes Schmidt watch Jenko fuck her again just to get them back on an even keel, and that’s how Schmidt ends up drunk-dialling Molly at two-fifteen in the afternoon.
*
Schmidt’s pretty sure Molly flipped her shit before she hung up on him, but whatever, he’s just glad he can barely remember any of it.
He doesn’t remember much after his gaze caught on Jenko’s dick shoving in, the rhythm of it.
He seems to remember watching that for a long time, but he wouldn’t have.
This is maybe getting kind of weird and freaky, but Schmidt doesn’t know what to do about that, besides stop, and that isn’t going to happen.
*
Schmidt grunts. She probably isn’t wrong.
“Plus, it’s kind of getting boring, you know?” Schmidt is lazily circling his hips, but he stops at that, outraged. “No offense,” she quickly adds, like she thinks he doesn’t know what that means!
Jenko puts his chin on Schmidt’s bare shoulder so he can smile down at her. Schmidt jolts into sudden movement, and her nails dig into his hips. The low buzz of arousal grows.
Jenko settles down beside Schmidt, arms resting beside Schmidt’s on the mattress, half his chest against Schmidt’s back, and they're cheek to cheek as he peers into her eyes.
“Hey, girl,” he says. “Who you calling boring? My man here?”
“No,” she wavers.
She’s staring up at Jenko. Her face is getting flushed.
“I know that’s right,” Jenko says. “Because Schmidt is going to fuck the shit out of you.”
He claps a companionable hand on Schmidt’s shoulder, and Schmidt starts going for it, can’t stop.
Mandy is still staring at Jenko, but she’s writhing beneath Schmidt again, and Schmidt feels like it has more to do with him this time, listens to her broken moans, tries to figure out what’s causing them, if it’s deep and hard, or slow and deep, or maybe just that he’s bothering to go slow at all. Maybe it’s just Jenko.
“Yeah,” Jenko says, voice low in his ear. “That’s good.”
She makes one of those noises.
“Keep doing that, she likes it.”
Jenko’s arm slides against Schmidt’s waist as he reaches around Schmidt’s body to get at Mandy’s.
“What?” Schmidt grits out.
“I don’t know,” Jenko says. “Ask her.”
“Fuck both you guys,” Mandy bitches.
“Maybe we could work something out, if that’s what you want, darlin’,” Jenko says, and Schmidt can feel breath on his face when Jenko turns to look at him, ask, “Yeah?”
“Uh-“ Schmidt says, and that was a sex noise, just a sex noise, and then he makes another-
Jenko is still propped on his shoulder watching him, waiting while Mandy shrieks her agreement, while Schmidt says, “Fuck,” low, low and close as Jenko, and comes.
*
“So do you guys actually want me to fuck you?” Mandy asks the next day. “Because my sister has something for that, but I’m not sure I want to? It seems like a lot of work.”
She sounds interested, though.
“Uh-“ Schmidt says, and it isn’t any better a response the second time round.
Jenko is smiling again, and Schmidt can see Mandy get distracted as he watches, body loosening on Schmidt’s messy bed.
“Not really,” he says, and the breath Schmidt releases isn’t relief, because Schmidt was never nervous; Schmidt could totally get fucked, especially if it was by a little girl like Mandy; Schmidt could get fucked and like it.
He doesn’t say any of that out loud, though.
Except then Jenko is saying, “Doesn’t sound like you would, though,” and Mandy is saying, “Can we not and say we did?” and Mandy makes Schmidt watch Jenko fuck her again just to get them back on an even keel, and that’s how Schmidt ends up drunk-dialling Molly at two-fifteen in the afternoon.
*
Schmidt’s pretty sure Molly flipped her shit before she hung up on him, but whatever, he’s just glad he can barely remember any of it.
He doesn’t remember much after his gaze caught on Jenko’s dick shoving in, the rhythm of it.
He seems to remember watching that for a long time, but he wouldn’t have.
This is maybe getting kind of weird and freaky, but Schmidt doesn’t know what to do about that, besides stop, and that isn’t going to happen.
*