In Deep (DC)
Bart is good for breaking them out of the rut that exists in Michael’s memory of Ted Kord’s mouth and hands and love. He doesn’t let Michael use Jaime and he doesn’t let Jaime give in and let himself be used.
The speedster is all wide smiles and short, sharp kisses that cut Michael off before he can bring the memory of Ted back into their bed. He comes between them when he needs to, during those times when they need him to smack some sense into their heads because he’s the only thing keeping them from breaking apart.
Times like this.
Michael is lying flat on his back on the bed, one long arm stretching out in the direction of Jaime’s bare leg as the younger man fidgets in place and tries to avoid looking at his two human lovers as Khaji Da’s brilliant blue tentacles stroke over his skin in a gentle caress. Michael stares openly though, blue eyes focused on the blush that trails down Jaime’s heaving chest to where Bart has one pale hand splayed across the older teenager’s pectorals. The idea that the speedster is marking his territory makes Michael moan and his hips jerk up into the air with a hint of desperation twisting at his wide mouth.
“Please,” Michael moans as he reaches for his lovers, as he sits up and opens his arms to them with the intention of pulling them close so that he can feel their warmth, their life, against his skin. He’s feeling over heated just from looking at them and for the first time in a long while, that voice in his head that likes to tell him that he is never going to be good enough for this-for them-is mercifully silent.
Michael is still expecting to be pushed away though, and so the touch of Jaime’s hand to his cheek makes him jump and blink at his red-faced lover. Jaime’s deep brown eyes are so open, so innocent, that Michael almost feels bad for the need that pulses in his veins. He never feels anything but honest, naked desire for the teenager but even after all of these months spent learning each other’s bodies, their scars and flaws, Jaime always surprises him.
A strong hand fists in the curls of Michael’s bright blond hair and when the older cape blinks, Bart is there with a downright wicked smile on his face. The speedster’s callused fingers feel good as they scratch at his scalp and Michael is moaning before he’s even touched properly. The brunet’s fingers vibrate against his skin and it feels so good and-
Jaime derails Michael’s thoughts a few moments later when he presses their mouths together in a surprisingly clumsy kiss. One of Jaime’s hands grips at Michael’s left bicep and they both ignore the way that the teenager’s fingers are shaking slightly as he licks at Michael’s tongue. Jaime tastes of mint and this underlying taste of something metallic that has to be from Khaji Da.
They both moan into the kiss a second later when Bart pushes forward until he’s almost between them and gets his hands on his lovers’ cocks. The speedster’s fingers buzz slightly as they slide over the slick shafts and Michael finds himself biting at Jaime’s lips because he needs to do something as Bart drives them closer and closer to that edge that gleams sharp in Michael’s mind.
“You should see how good you guys look,” Bart breathes in a fast, but appreciative murmur against Michael’s jaw as he pulls one of his hands back and he reaches for the curve of Jaime’s stubble-speckled jaw with fingers that are slick with Michael’s precome. “One of these days we should make a recording…”
Jaime moans and he leans into the touch of Bart’s hand as Khaji Da chirps and lazily waves one tentacle at their grinning lover as a way to get his attention. The scarab slides that shining blue appendage up to curl around Bart’s wrist and there’s a feeling like static electricity along the surface of Bart’s skin as Khaji Da chirps happily and then starts to vibrate at the same frequency as the brunet speedster.
That gets a smile from Bart and another, needier, moan from Jaime as the ragged edges of his fingernails start to dig into Michael’s golden bicep. Bart raises the wrist that Khaji Da has commandeered to his lips and presses a quick kiss to that slick tip that has the scarab humming softly and reaching out with more tentacles. “I didn’t forget that you can record things,” he promises in a serious sounding tone. “But I don’t want you to feel left out. Next time we’ll get a camera-”
Bart pauses mid-sentence and vibrates a bit faster until Jaime’s hips are bucking and he is biting at his lips until the skin there threatens to split. When a more desperate moan pours from Jaime’s slack mouth, Bart pulls his hand back and licks his own lips. “Or we could just do it in the Tower… There are cameras all over the place.”
Michael has to moan for that because he likes being watched, likes knowing that his lovers are enjoying his body and his pleasure just as much as he is enjoying theirs. He leans forward and presses a slow kiss to Bart’s mouth, moaning softly as the speedster’s tongue vibrates against his own.
“Wha-what are we going to do next,” Jaime asks softly, his nervousness showing in the wavering of his voice as a flush steals across the other teenager’s face.
Bart nips at Michael’s bottom lip before pulling away and smiling widely at Jaime. “What do you want to do?”
Jaime turns bright red and stammers something out almost too fast for Bart and Michael to understand. He shakes his head and then tries to offer a smile at his lovers as they eye him with hunger gleaming naked in the depths of their eyes.
“We could um… do what we normally do?” Jaime shrugs in an offhanded manner and ducks his head so that his hair falls in front of his face. “Or we could-” He cuts himself off and waves at where Khaji Da’s tentacles are reaching for them.
He doesn’t want to say it out loud.
But they all know what he means.
What he wants.
Khaji Da moves first, tentacles squirming and sliding over every inch of Jaime’s skin, over dark brown nipples pebbled up tight and the blood-flushed head of his dick as it bobs in midair. The scarab is bold where his lover-host is timid and his tentacles quickly branch out to stroke over Bart’s scarred legs and Michael’s stomach.
[Khaji Da knows what Jaime wants,] the scarab says in a trilling tone sent straight to Bart and Michael’s minds as he taps a tentacle over Jaime’s bottom lip until his human host groans low in his throat and flicks his tongue out to lick at the writhing appendage dancing over his lips. [Jaime wants to try something new.] The scarab seems thrilled to be sharing his secret with his lovers even as his host moans and wriggles impatiently over the sheets.
There’s a bit of a trick to it, but if Khaji Da focuses the communication center of his brain pan, he can speak to Bart and Michael while keeping Jaime in the dark. He can’t hold the connection for very long, but he manages to hold it long enough to make his point.
Jaime moans barely a moment later and reaches for Bart, eyes wide and fingers shaking. He’s already overwhelmed but Khaji Da won’t let him come at all. A tentacle strokes over Jaime’s throat, over the jumping bump of his Adam’s apple, leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.
Michael sits up and inches close to Jaime until he can nuzzle and kiss the side of his younger lover’s throat. He lingers there, sucking at that soft skin until there is a mark there in dark purple that Jaime will have to hide from his family. “Do you trust us,” he asks in the way that he always does when he’s with them like this, expressive features solemn as his thick blond brows draw down over his eyes. “We won’t hurt you, no matter-”
Jaime cuts Michael off with a slow kiss that ends with the teenager scoring his teeth over the sensitive inner flesh of the older man’s bottom lip. His eyes are dark with hunger and there’s a small smile on his face that makes Michael moan and reach for him.
“I know.” It’s all that Jaime has to say and there’s a shift in the way that he holds himself, a bit more confidently as he smiles at Michael and then Bart. “I trust you.”
Beside them, Bart is vibrating hard enough to move the bed and his hands are clenched into fists in the slick material of the sheets. He’s hard enough that it looks almost painful, but he makes no move to come closer.
The look on his face is thoughtful at the same time that it is needy and he blurs just a bit as he watches Jaime and Michael embrace in the hold of Khaji Da’s tentacles because he has trouble controlling himself when he watches his lovers. “Next time,” he breathes in a rough tone as he loosely curls his fingers around his shaft, “Next time we will have cameras in the room.”
The sound of Khaji Da’s humming agreement in all of their heads pulls a shaky moan from the trio’s mouths and they all shake as desire arcs between them like a shock from a live wire.
“Now,” Michael asks Bart as he traces his thumb over the flesh of Jaime’s swollen bottom lip.
Their speedster nods his head quickly and breathes out a yes so fast that it sounds like an imagined whisper.
Jaime moans loudly and his nails dig into Michael’s arms as Khaji Da gives him some sort of mental feedback that has sweat beading on his skin as his chest heaves.
They’re all so ready for this…
So hungry for the touch of skin on skin on skin and the occasional tentacle…
All they have to do is make the final move and get in deep.