Lead Astray the Gazers (Alex/Mark/Addison, NC-17)
Title: Lead Astray the Gazers
Pairing: Alex/Mark/Addison
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: from maddisonislove Addison/Mark/Alex, Mark: "At least his dick's bigger than Derek's...
Day One
He’s pinned her up against the shower wall, almost scalding hot water hitting his back, fingers pumping into her, his thumb hard on her clit. Sucking on the side of her neck, he twists his fingers just right and her breathy moans turn into screaming his name as she comes hard and fast. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into his chest and he wraps his free arm around her waist to catch her just before her legs give out.
Addison squints at him through the water after she can stand on her own again, her expression almost devious and eyebrow raised as if to say that’s it? He matches her grin and easily picks her up; she instinctively hooks her legs around his waist and slips a hand between them, guiding him into her.
The woman has stamina; he grants her that. A lot of stamina.
“You still sleeping with Sloan?” He breathes out between thrusts.
“That a problem?”
“Not really.” It honestly turns him on a little.
“Good.”
He angles differently, deeper, and she rewards him with a muffled moan and a bite mark on his shoulder.
Day Two
This is the way he likes her. Out of her control and into his. Fallen off the bed, in a corner and screaming something that may have been intended to be his name. It’s only three fingers and a thumb, but he knows what he’s doing with them. He teases about letting her down, making her come twice more before he pulls his fingers away.
He tugs her away from the wall to lie flat on the floor and hovers over her.
“How long have you been fucking my intern?”
She bucks her hips, urging him to go on. “Month or two. Do you care?”
“Not at all. You remember what happened last time you were fucking two guys at once.” He kisses her hard, bruising, and slams into her - she’s wet enough and ready. She claws her fingernails down his back.
And he loves it.
Day Three
He slides his hands around her waist. She tries to brush him off, but he whispers that the elevator is empty. He has a point, so she relaxes, letting him hold her. She has a thought and grins a wicked grin to herself. Grinding her ass and hips into him, she hears him moan into her neck.
“Fucking tease.”
The elevator stops and he quickly lets her go and she steps aside before the doors open. They aren’t fooling anyone, but was an effort.
“Doctor Karev,” she smiles at the other man, the deviousness in her face not entirely gone. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” and she slips out of the elevator.
She’s plotting. And both men know it.
Day Four
“Karev, follow me, you’re scrubbing in.”
The intern quickly follows his attending into the scrub room, surprised but thankful.
“You’re sleeping with Addison.” Mark doesn’t look up from the soap and water. It’s a neutral statement.
“So are you,” he points out in return.
He dries his hands and turns to actually look at Alex. “See, here’s the thing…”
His eyebrows raise as Mark details a story. And then Mark details a plan with a grin.
“Are you game?”
“Yeah. I’m game.”
After the surgery, the two men walk out onto the main floor of the hospital.
They’re plotting. And Addison knows it.
Day Five
They have four floors. Alex doesn’t know why she accepted his advances so quickly; perhaps she knows what’s coming. But even that doesn’t seem a good enough reason to risk getting caught with the fingers of one lover boy underneath her skirt. She moans softly, trying to keep it under control.
She freezes as the elevator stops and the doors open. She thinks she looks sufficiently mortified as Mark walks in.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”
Alex never stopped. Slowed down, perhaps, but never stopped; he knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. He speeds up again, knowing they only have two floors left.
“Come on, Karev, we’re almost there,” Mark says, almost coaching.
A look of realization comes over her face only to be quickly replaced by pleasure as Alex pushes her over the top.
A brief nod. “Well done.”
Addison sags against the corner of the elevator and adjusts her skirt and blouse and watches the two men leave. And decides that tomorrow, she isn’t wearing underwear.
It’ll make things easier.
Day Six
“Is this some sort of, uh, game?” Addison pants at Mark, the elevator dinging floors faster than she thinks it should for what he’s doing.
“Yep.” He thrusts his fingers harder into her, ignoring that the door opens on the third floor. He knows it’s Alex.
She leans against the wall to give her support and bites her lip to keep quiet. “And what makes you think that you can do this in an elevator?” She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh, come on Addie, you’re the easiest person in the world to get off,” he thumbs her clit, sending her into her orgasm and proving his point. “You know that.” He winks and walks out, Alex following.
Day Seven
Determined to beat them at their own game, Addison leaves a copy of her hotel key in Mark’s locker with a Post-It attached. 9:00. I’d say bring some wine, but that won’t be necessary. She puts on her sexiest pair of panties and matching bra as a surprise underneath normal pants and a shirt, though for all it matters she probably should’ve just laid on the bed naked.
They have her undressed in seconds, though both at least have the courtesy to make some acknowledging noise about the underwear before discarding it on the floor.
“He’s bigger than Derek,” Mark observes later (much later), with Addison nestled securely in his arms. Alex is in the shower, getting ready for work.
“Mmm,” Addison hums her agreement. “I’m going to have trouble walking.” The soreness between her legs is wavering on the edge between pleasant and uncomfortable and she has a mental twenty bucks riding on it being firmly uncomfortable in a few hours. She used to think that there was nothing redeeming about sex with Derek. Now she knows. Sex with Derek and Mark? Wonderful. Sex with Alex and Mark? Wonderful, with a side of ow.
Alex steps out of the bathroom.
“You know you’re naked, right?” Addison isn’t complaining. The view’s gorgeous. But he’s twenty minutes late for his shift as it is. And she’s sore. She hopes he looks at a watch before he looks at her. Because she’s naked, too. And sore.
“Clothes are out here,” he says.
Addison blushes. “Right.”
Alex pulls his pants on and drops a kiss on her forehead as he buckles his belt. He pretends to do the same for Mark but can’t keep a straight face through it and gets slapped for his troubles anyway. He’s out the door before either one of them can point out that he has his shirt on inside out.
“Advil,” Addison says. She smiles thankfully when Mark brings her four and a glass of water without so much as a question as to its purpose. The jokes about breaking her vagina certainly wouldn’t end any time in the foreseeable future.
“This didn’t happen with Derek.” Mark takes the glass from her and turns out the light. They’re not due at the hospital for another six hours.
Addison settles into the pillows and tugs the comforter up around her. “That’s because he’s bigger than Derek.”
“Is he bigger than me?”
“Go to sleep, Mark.”
Pairing: Alex/Mark/Addison
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: from maddisonislove Addison/Mark/Alex, Mark: "At least his dick's bigger than Derek's...
Day One
He’s pinned her up against the shower wall, almost scalding hot water hitting his back, fingers pumping into her, his thumb hard on her clit. Sucking on the side of her neck, he twists his fingers just right and her breathy moans turn into screaming his name as she comes hard and fast. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into his chest and he wraps his free arm around her waist to catch her just before her legs give out.
Addison squints at him through the water after she can stand on her own again, her expression almost devious and eyebrow raised as if to say that’s it? He matches her grin and easily picks her up; she instinctively hooks her legs around his waist and slips a hand between them, guiding him into her.
The woman has stamina; he grants her that. A lot of stamina.
“You still sleeping with Sloan?” He breathes out between thrusts.
“That a problem?”
“Not really.” It honestly turns him on a little.
“Good.”
He angles differently, deeper, and she rewards him with a muffled moan and a bite mark on his shoulder.
Day Two
This is the way he likes her. Out of her control and into his. Fallen off the bed, in a corner and screaming something that may have been intended to be his name. It’s only three fingers and a thumb, but he knows what he’s doing with them. He teases about letting her down, making her come twice more before he pulls his fingers away.
He tugs her away from the wall to lie flat on the floor and hovers over her.
“How long have you been fucking my intern?”
She bucks her hips, urging him to go on. “Month or two. Do you care?”
“Not at all. You remember what happened last time you were fucking two guys at once.” He kisses her hard, bruising, and slams into her - she’s wet enough and ready. She claws her fingernails down his back.
And he loves it.
Day Three
He slides his hands around her waist. She tries to brush him off, but he whispers that the elevator is empty. He has a point, so she relaxes, letting him hold her. She has a thought and grins a wicked grin to herself. Grinding her ass and hips into him, she hears him moan into her neck.
“Fucking tease.”
The elevator stops and he quickly lets her go and she steps aside before the doors open. They aren’t fooling anyone, but was an effort.
“Doctor Karev,” she smiles at the other man, the deviousness in her face not entirely gone. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” and she slips out of the elevator.
She’s plotting. And both men know it.
Day Four
“Karev, follow me, you’re scrubbing in.”
The intern quickly follows his attending into the scrub room, surprised but thankful.
“You’re sleeping with Addison.” Mark doesn’t look up from the soap and water. It’s a neutral statement.
“So are you,” he points out in return.
He dries his hands and turns to actually look at Alex. “See, here’s the thing…”
His eyebrows raise as Mark details a story. And then Mark details a plan with a grin.
“Are you game?”
“Yeah. I’m game.”
After the surgery, the two men walk out onto the main floor of the hospital.
They’re plotting. And Addison knows it.
Day Five
They have four floors. Alex doesn’t know why she accepted his advances so quickly; perhaps she knows what’s coming. But even that doesn’t seem a good enough reason to risk getting caught with the fingers of one lover boy underneath her skirt. She moans softly, trying to keep it under control.
She freezes as the elevator stops and the doors open. She thinks she looks sufficiently mortified as Mark walks in.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”
Alex never stopped. Slowed down, perhaps, but never stopped; he knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. He speeds up again, knowing they only have two floors left.
“Come on, Karev, we’re almost there,” Mark says, almost coaching.
A look of realization comes over her face only to be quickly replaced by pleasure as Alex pushes her over the top.
A brief nod. “Well done.”
Addison sags against the corner of the elevator and adjusts her skirt and blouse and watches the two men leave. And decides that tomorrow, she isn’t wearing underwear.
It’ll make things easier.
Day Six
“Is this some sort of, uh, game?” Addison pants at Mark, the elevator dinging floors faster than she thinks it should for what he’s doing.
“Yep.” He thrusts his fingers harder into her, ignoring that the door opens on the third floor. He knows it’s Alex.
She leans against the wall to give her support and bites her lip to keep quiet. “And what makes you think that you can do this in an elevator?” She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh, come on Addie, you’re the easiest person in the world to get off,” he thumbs her clit, sending her into her orgasm and proving his point. “You know that.” He winks and walks out, Alex following.
Day Seven
Determined to beat them at their own game, Addison leaves a copy of her hotel key in Mark’s locker with a Post-It attached. 9:00. I’d say bring some wine, but that won’t be necessary. She puts on her sexiest pair of panties and matching bra as a surprise underneath normal pants and a shirt, though for all it matters she probably should’ve just laid on the bed naked.
They have her undressed in seconds, though both at least have the courtesy to make some acknowledging noise about the underwear before discarding it on the floor.
“He’s bigger than Derek,” Mark observes later (much later), with Addison nestled securely in his arms. Alex is in the shower, getting ready for work.
“Mmm,” Addison hums her agreement. “I’m going to have trouble walking.” The soreness between her legs is wavering on the edge between pleasant and uncomfortable and she has a mental twenty bucks riding on it being firmly uncomfortable in a few hours. She used to think that there was nothing redeeming about sex with Derek. Now she knows. Sex with Derek and Mark? Wonderful. Sex with Alex and Mark? Wonderful, with a side of ow.
Alex steps out of the bathroom.
“You know you’re naked, right?” Addison isn’t complaining. The view’s gorgeous. But he’s twenty minutes late for his shift as it is. And she’s sore. She hopes he looks at a watch before he looks at her. Because she’s naked, too. And sore.
“Clothes are out here,” he says.
Addison blushes. “Right.”
Alex pulls his pants on and drops a kiss on her forehead as he buckles his belt. He pretends to do the same for Mark but can’t keep a straight face through it and gets slapped for his troubles anyway. He’s out the door before either one of them can point out that he has his shirt on inside out.
“Advil,” Addison says. She smiles thankfully when Mark brings her four and a glass of water without so much as a question as to its purpose. The jokes about breaking her vagina certainly wouldn’t end any time in the foreseeable future.
“This didn’t happen with Derek.” Mark takes the glass from her and turns out the light. They’re not due at the hospital for another six hours.
Addison settles into the pillows and tugs the comforter up around her. “That’s because he’s bigger than Derek.”
“Is he bigger than me?”
“Go to sleep, Mark.”