Three Times the Fun
Title: Three Times the Fun
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Tracy/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,619
Spoilers: Early S3
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Warnings: Silliness, canon-bending, semi-crack, and drunken behavior!
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Nathan/Meredith/Tracy - in a limo.”
Summary: Nathan invites two beautiful lovers for a night out in a limo with lots of champagne. Wacky hijinks ensue!
His mother had always warned Nathan to never play with fire.
She'd also told him to never put his mouth on anything freezing in the wintertime.
And despite those that might have called Nathan Petrelli a mama's boy, tonight Nathan was ignoring both of those very reasonable pieces of wisdom.
Because when you were being driven around New York in a limousine in the company of two beautiful, strong-minded blondes, both with abilities, and all three of you had been perhaps hitting the champagne a little too hard… wise adages were the last thing on your mind.
Particularly when Nathan had promised them an evening of entertainment, partially in Meredith’s honor for helping rescue him and Tracy from Mohinder’s lab, partially to renew his acquaintance with Meredith, and partially to have Tracy and Meredith meet in a less stressful way than during a rescue. If someone had suggested to him that he had ulterior motives for wanting two of his former lovers in the same enclosed space with him and a fair amount of alcohol, Nathan wouldn’t have admitted anything. Out loud at least.
“This ice is melting,” Meredith said in complaint, pulling the bottle of champagne from its ice bath.
“I got it,” Tracy said with a laugh, and reached over to the bucket. The metal turned matte with the chill, and Meredith looked in and pouted.
“Now it’s frozen solid.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to finish off the champagne,” Nathan said reasonably, and held out his glass for his fourth refill. Or was it the fifth? Or maybe more, he couldn’t recall.
“Excellent idea,” Tracy said, holding out her glass as well. Between two high-powered socialites and a Southern girl accustomed to holding her own, the champagne didn’t last long. Before an hour had passed, they’d broken into the store of hard liquor in the small bar. Supposedly they were supposed to be going to some kind of restaurant, but Nathan’s driver knew what he liked. And any interruption wouldn’t be welcomed right now, not even a gourmet meal.
“This… was a great idea,” Meredith said, holding up a small glass of whiskey.
“Of course it was,” Nathan said, feeling very pleased with himself. Meredith’s warmth was pressed into his right side, her feet curled up on the seat under her, while Tracy lounged more elegantly on his left, glass held loosely in her fingers, legs crossed, displaying her elegant feet in silver spike heels. For some reason Meredith had chosen to wear a dress in a fiery golden shade of red, while Tracy was in a glittering pale blue; a deliberate choice, Nathan was certain.
“He’s so vain,” Tracy said, leaning slightly over Nathan to talk directly to Meredith. “I suggested this.”
“You did?” Nathan asked, bemused. Tracy pushed Nathan’s glass back towards him, and Nathan took another long sip of scotch as she qualified.
“I suggested it last night, and of course he takes all the credit. Nathan’s going places, big places, and I wanted to meet someone who knew him back before all this started.”
Tracy, Nathan considered, sounded a lot less drunk than he thought she was.
“Meet the field where he plowed his wild oat? Oh, I’m so flattered,” Meredith said acerbically.
“Just wanted to see if his tastes have changed. I have no idea why he has such a weakness for blondes,” Tracy said with an oddly sharp smile. Meredith grinned back at her.
“Let’s see,” Meredith suggested. Tracy’s brow arched, and Nathan’s breath hitched when they leaned over and began to kiss in front of him.
He could only stare, glass dropping from his fingers, when their hands came up to help guide each other through the kiss, lips nibbling, caressing, capturing one mouth, than the other’s, tongues pushing gently back and forth. They were bracing themselves on his thighs, and as the kissing got more intense, hands sliding through each other’s hair, Meredith’s loose curls and Tracy’s sheer curtain of silk, Nathan began to feel competing spots of hot and cold.
He began to get a little nervous; he’d seen what both of them could do with their abilities, and both of them were awfully close to a certain prized portion of his anatomy… On the other hand, that portion of his anatomy was urgently interested in the view in front of him, and didn’t care about the danger as anything more than a new level of stimulation.
“You two are beautiful together,” he said instead, and slowly caressed their flanks, hands sliding from skin to expensive cloth. When they didn’t stop, didn’t pay him a single bit of attention, Nathan pursed his lips in frustration. He switched tactics, moving upward to smooth his hands over their breasts, trying to dip his hands into their dresses to free them. Simultaneously they swatted his hands away, never ceasing in their make-out session, and Nathan growled.
They ignored him again, and Nathan simply leaned forward to try to press a kiss to Meredith’s cheek. As he did, she pushed him away again, her hand burning-hot, and he retreated, annoyed. Trying to switch to Tracy, his lips ended up on her freezing-cold hand that she interposed over her cheek… and stuck.
“Tracy!” Nathan yelled, muffled substantially by her hand.
Meredith’s hand touched the side of his face, and heat flooded him, just short of painful burning, and he thawed enough to pull himself free, albeit with tender and swollen lips.
Glaring at them both, sporting a half-burned face, frostbitten lips, and a very painful hard-on, Nathan was still transfixed by the two women.
“Give me a break,” Nathan said, not quite pleading, going back to the gentle stroking that had been accepted earlier.
The half-forgotten hands on his thighs began to knead suddenly, like cat’s paws, digging hot and cold fingers into his muscles, knuckles just barely grazing his cock through the layers of clothes. Laying his head back on the headrest and enjoying the view of the two women, Nathan thrust his hips up slightly, trying to get more friction. He was close, so close, from watching them, from the light touches, that just a little more should-.
The limo pulled to a halt, and Meredith and Tracy pulled away from each other, laughing.
“This was a great idea,” Tracy said.
“I knew it would be. Look at him, he’s practically getting off on just watching us,” Meredith said. She sounded delighted, and Tracy laughed.
“Well, I’ve seen all I need. Think he’ll behave?”
“Am I getting a say in all of this?” Nathan asked, frustrated. He was throbbing so hard he was mildly surprised his pants were containing him.
For an answer, they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs, urging them upward. Nathan skimmed along their legs, tickling slightly over their inner thighs, until he could feel the slick wetness at their cores. No underwear, Nathan realized, and hissed his approval, and arousal. They were wet and open from their make-out session, and Nathan could slide his fingers in easily.
Both of them were incredibly warm, Tracy surprisingly more than Meredith, and they rocked down onto his hands as he pushed up into them. He let his thumbs slide over to their clits and rubbed carefully, reveling in the gasps of pleasure in each ear.
“Beautiful,” Nathan said again, “Both of you, just beautiful.” He was careful not to look at one before the other, not daring to incite jealousy when they could easily reduce him to a charred ice cube.
Nearly missing a beat when they busied himself with his belt, he soon learned that the faster he stroked inside them, the faster they worked to free him. His hands were starting to cramp, but he wouldn’t stop right now for anything.
Nathan hissed when the cooler air hit his overheated cock, and thrust upward unconsciously when Meredith’s hand stroked him. Then Tracy’s, then Meredith’s, over and over, heat and cold, fire and ice, faster and faster. His own hands burning with the strain, Nathan raced to give the two women their release, delving deeper, faster, until he felt Meredith clench around his hand. Moaning, she leaned forward to catch Tracy’s mouth in hers, sliding her tongue into her mouth with ardent abandon, and Tracy shuddered in her own release, flowing over Nathan’s fingers.
Nathan groaned, watching, and bucked his hips hard, pulses of white arching to spatter against the carpet. Almost simultaneous, Tracy and Meredith pulled away from him to sit back in their own seats. As Nathan sat there with a pleased grin on his face, the women set their hair to rights, touched up their makeup, and almost simultaneously began to head for the door.
“Whoa, hang on, where’re you going?” Nathan asked, still a bit stupid in the afterglow.
“Girls’ night out Nate,” Meredith said impishly.
“Can’t expect us to drive around in a limo all night. Some of us have better ideas of entertainment,” Tracy said, shaking her hair back.
Nathan open and closed his mouth, abruptly remembering to get himself tucked back in his pants before they got the door opened. Tracy and Meredith slinked out, heading confidently toward the glittering club where the driver had stopped.
“Pick us up later!” Meredith called over her shoulder, arm around Tracy’s waist, as the bouncer waved them through the door.
Blinking in bemusement, Nathan pulled the door shut and leaned back against the seat, smelling the intense scent of sex all over him. A smile stretched across his face as he laced his hands behind his head, ignoring the stickiness on his fingers.
Yes, there was a reason he had a weakness for blondes. They were so much more fun.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Tracy/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,619
Spoilers: Early S3
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Warnings: Silliness, canon-bending, semi-crack, and drunken behavior!
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Nathan/Meredith/Tracy - in a limo.”
Summary: Nathan invites two beautiful lovers for a night out in a limo with lots of champagne. Wacky hijinks ensue!
His mother had always warned Nathan to never play with fire.
She'd also told him to never put his mouth on anything freezing in the wintertime.
And despite those that might have called Nathan Petrelli a mama's boy, tonight Nathan was ignoring both of those very reasonable pieces of wisdom.
Because when you were being driven around New York in a limousine in the company of two beautiful, strong-minded blondes, both with abilities, and all three of you had been perhaps hitting the champagne a little too hard… wise adages were the last thing on your mind.
Particularly when Nathan had promised them an evening of entertainment, partially in Meredith’s honor for helping rescue him and Tracy from Mohinder’s lab, partially to renew his acquaintance with Meredith, and partially to have Tracy and Meredith meet in a less stressful way than during a rescue. If someone had suggested to him that he had ulterior motives for wanting two of his former lovers in the same enclosed space with him and a fair amount of alcohol, Nathan wouldn’t have admitted anything. Out loud at least.
“This ice is melting,” Meredith said in complaint, pulling the bottle of champagne from its ice bath.
“I got it,” Tracy said with a laugh, and reached over to the bucket. The metal turned matte with the chill, and Meredith looked in and pouted.
“Now it’s frozen solid.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to finish off the champagne,” Nathan said reasonably, and held out his glass for his fourth refill. Or was it the fifth? Or maybe more, he couldn’t recall.
“Excellent idea,” Tracy said, holding out her glass as well. Between two high-powered socialites and a Southern girl accustomed to holding her own, the champagne didn’t last long. Before an hour had passed, they’d broken into the store of hard liquor in the small bar. Supposedly they were supposed to be going to some kind of restaurant, but Nathan’s driver knew what he liked. And any interruption wouldn’t be welcomed right now, not even a gourmet meal.
“This… was a great idea,” Meredith said, holding up a small glass of whiskey.
“Of course it was,” Nathan said, feeling very pleased with himself. Meredith’s warmth was pressed into his right side, her feet curled up on the seat under her, while Tracy lounged more elegantly on his left, glass held loosely in her fingers, legs crossed, displaying her elegant feet in silver spike heels. For some reason Meredith had chosen to wear a dress in a fiery golden shade of red, while Tracy was in a glittering pale blue; a deliberate choice, Nathan was certain.
“He’s so vain,” Tracy said, leaning slightly over Nathan to talk directly to Meredith. “I suggested this.”
“You did?” Nathan asked, bemused. Tracy pushed Nathan’s glass back towards him, and Nathan took another long sip of scotch as she qualified.
“I suggested it last night, and of course he takes all the credit. Nathan’s going places, big places, and I wanted to meet someone who knew him back before all this started.”
Tracy, Nathan considered, sounded a lot less drunk than he thought she was.
“Meet the field where he plowed his wild oat? Oh, I’m so flattered,” Meredith said acerbically.
“Just wanted to see if his tastes have changed. I have no idea why he has such a weakness for blondes,” Tracy said with an oddly sharp smile. Meredith grinned back at her.
“Let’s see,” Meredith suggested. Tracy’s brow arched, and Nathan’s breath hitched when they leaned over and began to kiss in front of him.
He could only stare, glass dropping from his fingers, when their hands came up to help guide each other through the kiss, lips nibbling, caressing, capturing one mouth, than the other’s, tongues pushing gently back and forth. They were bracing themselves on his thighs, and as the kissing got more intense, hands sliding through each other’s hair, Meredith’s loose curls and Tracy’s sheer curtain of silk, Nathan began to feel competing spots of hot and cold.
He began to get a little nervous; he’d seen what both of them could do with their abilities, and both of them were awfully close to a certain prized portion of his anatomy… On the other hand, that portion of his anatomy was urgently interested in the view in front of him, and didn’t care about the danger as anything more than a new level of stimulation.
“You two are beautiful together,” he said instead, and slowly caressed their flanks, hands sliding from skin to expensive cloth. When they didn’t stop, didn’t pay him a single bit of attention, Nathan pursed his lips in frustration. He switched tactics, moving upward to smooth his hands over their breasts, trying to dip his hands into their dresses to free them. Simultaneously they swatted his hands away, never ceasing in their make-out session, and Nathan growled.
They ignored him again, and Nathan simply leaned forward to try to press a kiss to Meredith’s cheek. As he did, she pushed him away again, her hand burning-hot, and he retreated, annoyed. Trying to switch to Tracy, his lips ended up on her freezing-cold hand that she interposed over her cheek… and stuck.
“Tracy!” Nathan yelled, muffled substantially by her hand.
Meredith’s hand touched the side of his face, and heat flooded him, just short of painful burning, and he thawed enough to pull himself free, albeit with tender and swollen lips.
Glaring at them both, sporting a half-burned face, frostbitten lips, and a very painful hard-on, Nathan was still transfixed by the two women.
“Give me a break,” Nathan said, not quite pleading, going back to the gentle stroking that had been accepted earlier.
The half-forgotten hands on his thighs began to knead suddenly, like cat’s paws, digging hot and cold fingers into his muscles, knuckles just barely grazing his cock through the layers of clothes. Laying his head back on the headrest and enjoying the view of the two women, Nathan thrust his hips up slightly, trying to get more friction. He was close, so close, from watching them, from the light touches, that just a little more should-.
The limo pulled to a halt, and Meredith and Tracy pulled away from each other, laughing.
“This was a great idea,” Tracy said.
“I knew it would be. Look at him, he’s practically getting off on just watching us,” Meredith said. She sounded delighted, and Tracy laughed.
“Well, I’ve seen all I need. Think he’ll behave?”
“Am I getting a say in all of this?” Nathan asked, frustrated. He was throbbing so hard he was mildly surprised his pants were containing him.
For an answer, they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs, urging them upward. Nathan skimmed along their legs, tickling slightly over their inner thighs, until he could feel the slick wetness at their cores. No underwear, Nathan realized, and hissed his approval, and arousal. They were wet and open from their make-out session, and Nathan could slide his fingers in easily.
Both of them were incredibly warm, Tracy surprisingly more than Meredith, and they rocked down onto his hands as he pushed up into them. He let his thumbs slide over to their clits and rubbed carefully, reveling in the gasps of pleasure in each ear.
“Beautiful,” Nathan said again, “Both of you, just beautiful.” He was careful not to look at one before the other, not daring to incite jealousy when they could easily reduce him to a charred ice cube.
Nearly missing a beat when they busied himself with his belt, he soon learned that the faster he stroked inside them, the faster they worked to free him. His hands were starting to cramp, but he wouldn’t stop right now for anything.
Nathan hissed when the cooler air hit his overheated cock, and thrust upward unconsciously when Meredith’s hand stroked him. Then Tracy’s, then Meredith’s, over and over, heat and cold, fire and ice, faster and faster. His own hands burning with the strain, Nathan raced to give the two women their release, delving deeper, faster, until he felt Meredith clench around his hand. Moaning, she leaned forward to catch Tracy’s mouth in hers, sliding her tongue into her mouth with ardent abandon, and Tracy shuddered in her own release, flowing over Nathan’s fingers.
Nathan groaned, watching, and bucked his hips hard, pulses of white arching to spatter against the carpet. Almost simultaneous, Tracy and Meredith pulled away from him to sit back in their own seats. As Nathan sat there with a pleased grin on his face, the women set their hair to rights, touched up their makeup, and almost simultaneously began to head for the door.
“Whoa, hang on, where’re you going?” Nathan asked, still a bit stupid in the afterglow.
“Girls’ night out Nate,” Meredith said impishly.
“Can’t expect us to drive around in a limo all night. Some of us have better ideas of entertainment,” Tracy said, shaking her hair back.
Nathan open and closed his mouth, abruptly remembering to get himself tucked back in his pants before they got the door opened. Tracy and Meredith slinked out, heading confidently toward the glittering club where the driver had stopped.
“Pick us up later!” Meredith called over her shoulder, arm around Tracy’s waist, as the bouncer waved them through the door.
Blinking in bemusement, Nathan pulled the door shut and leaned back against the seat, smelling the intense scent of sex all over him. A smile stretched across his face as he laced his hands behind his head, ignoring the stickiness on his fingers.
Yes, there was a reason he had a weakness for blondes. They were so much more fun.