Original Fic: Little Birdies (4 of 10)
Title: Little Birdies
Genre: Original Science Fiction (containing Slash, Femmeslash and Het elements)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Heather has a job, a vision, and an orgasm.
Author's Notes: In this chapter I have broken pattern and not resolved the vision that begin it. This was to have space for the porn- I hope you don't mind too much, gentle reader. The next chapter, which does resolve the vision, will be posted within a few days.
Previous chapters found here.
Chapter 4: Love Birds Redux
Heather looked around the shop she worked in- a very small, small electronics shop in Manhattan that was almost exactly like the one across the street and little different from the one down around the corner. In fact, the only recognizable difference between the shops was the names and original nationalities of the shops' owners. Heather's boss, Mr. Nguyen, came from Vietnam ten years earlier, while Mr. Emmanuel came from St. Lucia to open the store across the street a couple of years before that, and Mr. Wong around the corner had made his way out of Mainland China after Tiananmen Square.
The three men had long been friends and had worked out ways to get better deals from their wholesalers by ordering merchandise together. It probably would have been considered a monopoly if there weren't about 16,000 other small electronics shops in the city. Their families were also close, and one or another of their wives tended to bring in hot lunches for all three shops on Fridays. Heather almost always ate well on Fridays.
Unfortunately lately, Mrs. Wong had been playing with spices in ways never imagined before (at least Heather expected no one else had done such things to food before). So, they were sitting in the shop- Heather and Mr. Nguyen, Mr. And Mrs. Wong and Mr. Guzman- eating super spicy curried goat and drinking lemonade. Heather had to excuse herself to go into the toilet to drink a whole hella lot of water without Mrs. Wong knowing.
The toilet was housed in the same room as the boiler, so the small high window was kept open year-round for both heat and odors. It really didn't help. Heather was leaning over the little wall mounted sink, one hand gripping the porcelain edge and the other scooping handfuls of tepid water to her mouth trying to quell the rising nausea- she had moved far beyond a burning mouth into really vomitous- she was drinking from her cupped hand when she heard the birdsong begin. She didn't have time to look up and note what the bird looked like- instead she just let herself slip to her knees and tried to get a hold on the toilet seat with her free hand.
Angela-Heather flung the clunky soled shoe as hard as she could at Vincent's back because she was damned if she was going to let him go into little Bruno's room when he was as shitfaced and belligerent as he was then. The heel struck Vincent on the back of the neck and he turned back to Angela.
"That wasn't one of those goddamned hundred-ninety dollar shoes," he hissed at her, reaching down to pick it up. It was one of those goddamned hundred-ninety dollar shoes. "Oh, you're gonna fuckin' eat these shoes!" And he was back across the room, his big left hand pushing her down until the back of her head hit hard on the floor tiles. Then he closed his hand tight around her neck and raised the shoe in his other fist. Angela's vision was swimming- fuzzy and getting dark even before he brought the heavy red heel down.
Heather had just enough time to lean over the bowl and puke in the toilet.
***
She'd been sitting on the brownstone's front stoop for a while- maybe an hour, she wasn't sure- she'd been sitting there a while before Jeff pulled up and parked in front of the house.
"Heather?" Before she even realized he was out of the car, he was sitting next to her, his arm falling around her shoulders automatically. She flinched- Angela flinched. Heather made herself relax. Jeff leaned close and soft to ask, "Hey- can you look at me?"
And before, it had taken all her strength just to get herself out of the shop- making her excuses to her boss- and drag herself into a taxi she couldn't really afford to get to Jeff and David's house- she couldn't have made herself do another thing, even just lift her head, but as soon as Jeff asked it of her, she was able to look up at him.
Of course, that meant she lost it and started crying again. And it wasn't that Angela's death was so much more gruesome than the other visions had been- they were all kind of the same unmeasurable amount of hideous, especially when she woke up in the night still half caught up in visions of fire and blood and pain, but Angela's death was fresh and Angela's death was a betrayal instead of just an accident and Angela's death was likely just a few minutes before her son's- dear God- Bruno was just nineteen months- Vincent had probably-
"Jesus, come here," Jeff said and gently pulled her up so they could go inside.
Once they were inside and Heather was sitting on the couch with a big glass of water at her elbow and her shoes off (somehow that helped- don't ask her why), Jeff sat down beside her and asked, "First thing, Heather- did you hurt yourself during the seizure?"
"No- uh, I just threw up some," she admitted, taking another sip from the water and setting the nearly full glass back down.
Jeff nodded and let out a long, slow breath. "Okay, right. So, how long do we have, and do we need more help, because this seems-"
"Two days- Sun-Sunday night, but I can do it alone- when he's not there- I can do it-"
"You're not doing it alone- David and I will help you- and, you're not doing it tonight. In the morning is plenty of time if it's not until Sunday night."
"They- her son-"
"There's a kid? A kid dies? No wonder you're all messed up."
"I'm not sure- I know that Angela died- will die and she was sure their son would be next- how could Vincent- how could he do that? I- I mean she loves him, and he-" Heather had to just stop talking and concentrate on breathing.
"Shh, sweetie." And Jeff's hands were in her hair, his fingers stroking down her cheek, brushing at the wetness there. And his mouth on hers was so perfect, completing their connection and anchoring her as the vision- Angela's memories- washed over her again the same way it had been doing all afternoon. And with Jeff there, she could start to pull herself out of them- remember that she was Heather and not tied to Vincent and not dying bloody on their bedroom floor knowing that sweet baby Bruno was next.
When they broke apart, they were both breathless and Heather buried her face in his neck, planning never to come up for air. Jeff eased them against the sofa back again, his arm behind her shoulder, and he pulled out his phone.
Heather could hear his half of the conversation. "Hi, David… yeah- I need you to come home, babe… No it's- Heather's here- she needs us… yeah, it was a bad one… no, not yet, we'll do it when you're home… Okay, I'll see you soon." Jeff hung up and rubbed his big warm hand over her back as she leaned further into him. "He'll be here soon." He kissed the top of her head. "How are you doing?"
Heather looked up at Jeff. "I'm sorry- about the kissing. I didn't mean to-"
"Stop- hey, no- I liked it." And Jeff kissed her- just a soft brush of his mouth against hers. "It's fine, really," he assured her and kissed her some more, warm and eager.
Ten minutes later, when her blouse was open to her waist and his shirt was completely off and she was pressed down nicely between the loveseat's softness and the hot skin of Jeff's chest, something- some kind of balance inside Heather shifted just enough that she had to push him away and apologize for needing him so much and - oh God David!
But Jeff shushed her. "Heather, it really is fine- David and I talked some of this through already." Then he kissed her once more and sat all the way up. "You know, maybe we should see about putting something in your stomach. You go wash your face and I'll see what I can find in the cupboards." And even though she still saw and felt the heel of the shoe coming down on her when she closed her eyes, and even though she doubted that Jeff making out with her on the sofa really could be okay with David, and even though she knew in the part of her head that still held Jeff's memories that he had never before so much as looked at a woman in a sexual way and therefore whatever it was that he was feeling for her was all twisted up in her visions and their undeniable connection and not something he would have ever otherwise sought out- like he had been psychically rewired or something- even with all that, when Jeff said it was going to be fine and smiled at her like that, Heather was able to just smile back and let herself slip off to the toilet to wash up.
***
When David first said it as they were finishing dinner, Heather thought he was joking because - wow, was that a really bad idea. But, then David had reached over and taken her hand saying, "Sweetie, we just can't stand the idea that you'll hurt yourself during a vision and no one will be there to help you."
Then Jeff had added, "You know we're going to be checking up on you all the time no matter where you live- this way the commute will be far shorter."
Heather protested, "But, really I can't."
"We don't really use either of the third-floor bedrooms- the whole floor would be all yours," Jeff offered.
David grinned and followed up with, "And the roof- the whole roof would be yours- you could expand your garden."
"But…" Heather fumbled for a delicate way to say that she was pretty sure her living in the same house with Jeff would lead to her having sex with Jeff and then to the three of them being all kinds of messed up when David found out about it- not to mention how Jeff would feel when the strange vision-induced connection between them snapped and he stopped wanting her. She finally settled for saying, "It's just such an imposition- I couldn't ask you to-"
David shut her up by leaning over and kissing her soft and perfect, nipping just a little bit at her lower lip. And Heather let herself melt into it- deepening the kiss, letting him push his tongue into her mouth- thick and insistent and oh so good- because it was David and she hadn't been allowed to kiss David in so long- not since, not since- she pushed that thought away, not wanting it. Her chair scraped loudly across the parquet floor of the dining room as David guided her to her feet. She twined her hands around his neck and let him pull her- God- it felt so good to be all pressed up against him like that again- even as it felt a little strange to be shorter than him for once.
Jeff was behind her, his fingertips gliding lightly up her arms and over her shoulders, making sparks on her skin wherever he touched. "I told you we talked this through, sweetie." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke and then he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth the way David always did to him to make him crazy. Heather cottoned on then- they had planned this, planned on seducing her this way. They wanted her- Jeff wanted her because of the visions, but David wanted her- just wanted her.
And Jeff slid his hands over her shoulders again, slipping them down between her and David to work open the buttons on her blouse, leaving a burning trail over her flesh- their connection flashing. Heather had a moment of feeling completely lost in Jeff- his mouth on her neck, his hands soft on her shoulders, her neck, her hair- and then it was like his hands were her own hands and she was Jeff touching Heather or maybe Isaac touching Sarah. Yes, she was Isaac or Jeff, a man at any rate, his cock half-hard and heavy between his legs- the very idea that he had ever been the woman named Heather, even a woman at all was something of a ridiculous notion, a funny little lark.
David bit her lip again and palmed her breast through her bra, his thumb finding her nipple, and yeah- she was definitely Heather again. The erotic shock of David's hands on her shot down her body and reminded her of how wet she was, how empty. She moaned and hitched her leg up against David's so that one of his thighs could slip between hers. She rode his leg for a while getting a nice rhythm up, getting the right kind of pressure sliding back and forth over her clit with a little pop again and again. And Jeff was behind her, his body pressed up against half her back and side, his hardness hot through their clothes at the back of her hip. Jeff stopped what he was doing to Heather's neck (there would likely be a mark) and used a hand to turn David's face so that the two men could kiss deep and wet and hungry, Heather pressed between their bodies. And really, it was a wonder they weren't falling over with how unbalanced they should have been- Heather on one leg and all of them rocking their hips together, but somehow they didn't fall. Then Jeff moved his mouth from David's to hers and David found that spot on Heather where neck stops and shoulder begins and bit down too hard. Heather ceased to care if they were going to fall so long as they all fell together.
David ran his hands down her belly and around her hips, gripping them hard. "Come to bed with us, Heather," he wisped in her ear, and then he was pushing her back from him, untangling their legs, pushing her back against Jeff. And Heather didn't want to lose being wrapped up in David, but Jeff was hot and right and urgent behind her, turning her around so he could kiss her better- without either of them straining neck muscles to reach- and it was so very good.
"Jeff," David called in that tone that thrummed right through her. She and Jeff obediently broke their kiss and looked over at David. He looked beautifully wrecked- his shirt was untucked and half unbuttoned, his hair was mussed in such a way that it stuck up on one side, and his mouth was red and soft with being overused. "Come on, Jeff," he said, still in that voice that Jeff never could refuse. Then he flicked his glance to Heather. "You too, Jeff." He gave her a smirk, turned around and made for the stairs down to their bedroom. Jeff laughed low and gave her a little shove forward. She followed David eagerly.
Heather didn't let herself think too much on the stairs.
"Un-uh," David scolded Heather, shaking a finger at her, "no clothes on the bed - you know that." And he pulled her back by the elbow so that she was on her feet again. Jeff, who had followed the rules, crawled up the bed and relaxed back- hard and naked against the pillows, his hands laced behind his head, and watched as David stripped Heather of her bra and skirt and panties before shucking his own clothes.
David gathered her in and kissed her softly, sweetly. "Go suck him," he ordered- and yeah, that was what she needed- David in charge. That always went straight to her dick. Heather moved her hand down her body to give her dick a stroke and had a moment of confusion as she remembered that she didn't have it anymore- never had it at all. It was across the bed part of Jeff, waiting for her.
"I said, go suck him." Heather hurried to get to Jeff, crawling over the bed to get her mouth onto the cock she missed so much. She sucked the ripe head into her mouth and, okay yes, she knew this- sucking cock was good and sucking this cock, the one she knew even better than she knew David's cock but had never been able to suck before- sucking Jeff's cock was amazing. She reveled in it- getting him all slick with her spit and trying to get her throat to open up to take him all the way in. She didn't quite succeed. Instead, she just wrapped her hand around the root of his cock and worked the tip and the shaft as far in as she could, stuffing her face with it as Jeff bucked up, giving her even more.
David gave her ass a light smack before rubbing the sting away and doing it again a little harder. Heather couldn't stop her instinct to push her butt up higher and spread her legs apart, offering. And David accepted, running his fingers delicately over her skin, skimming down the seam of her ass and past her pucker to slip into her smooth, wet slickness. And oh- it had been a long time since anyone other than Heather had touched her like that. She pushed back onto his fingers as he fucked them into her, twisting in just the best way.
It was hard to keep her rhythms straight- David was working her so much faster than she was going at Jeff's cock. For a moment, she just stopped and tried to get on top of the sensations, make sense of the jumbled-up-ness of it all, but Jeff got one of his hands behind her neck so he could keep fucking up into her mouth and David didn't stop his hand, so she couldn't control any of it. Then David bent over and licked over her asshole, his tongue poking into her a little and her whole body shuddered with the revelation of how amazingly good it was. And suddenly, their rhythms made a curious, syncopated kind of sense and she was on top of it, riding the perfection of being between two men who'd spent years finding ways to match each other in bed, knowing their rhythms as her own.
Jeff was getting close- he was making that low keening noise he couldn't help when he was almost there and Heather knew what he needed. She made to pull off to ask him to get her the lube from the bedside table drawer, but as she did, he was already pushing the little bottle into her free hand. "God, Heath- don't stop," he begged. "Get it inside, please." She popped the top and squirted some over her fingers, pausing a moment because she couldn't ignore the feel of what David was doing to her with his mouth and how it made her breath hitch. When she could, she sucked Jeff's cock back into her mouth and slid two slick fingers into him. A twist as she pushed deeper into him and- yes, there it was. Jeff gave a stuttering thrust up into her mouth just as David pushed the tip his thumb into her ass and Heather came with a squeal. She was dimly aware that Jeff was spurting against her cheek since she'd lost track and let him slip out of her mouth.
Heather rolled over onto her back, panting heavily, wiping her face. Her legs were quivering and her jaw ached because- yeah her mouth was really not anywhere as large as Jeff's was and remembering how to give head was different than actually being practiced at it. Jeff was in a similar state of well used, his skin sweat shiny, his face still kind of red even as his breaths were becoming regular again. David didn't give him much time to recover before he crawled up Jeff's body stopping to nip at thigh and hip, navel and nipple with his pretty white teeth. Heather watched, her head still fluffy and slow. It was very good to watch.
David kissed Jeff, soft and loving- like he did after they'd fucked hard or were making up from a fight- reassuring and open- giving Jeff everything. Heather ached with how she wasn't really Jeff, and David didn't really love her like that. She was considering slipping away to let them have the rest of the night to themselves when David shifted a little and bit her on the shoulder. "You, too." And, she turned to let him kiss her too tenderly.
"Now, kiss Jeffy," he said softly (it was an order just the same). Heather rolled to her side and up onto her elbow so she could look down at Jeff.
"Come here, sweetie," Jeff told her and brushed his fingers over her cheek as she leaned down to meet him. Their connection was still there, but it was kind of muted by how much they had been touching since she got there that afternoon- okay mostly by how much they had been touching the last hour or so- coming had really done good things for her, too. When they kissed, it was nice- comfortable and still sexy, but not the same crazy overwhelming it had been before.
David slid his warm hand over the small of her back looking for her attention so she looked over her shoulder at him. "Not that I'm complaining, because you certainly been doing very good things with that mouth, but why so quiet, Heather?" he asked.
And she shifted so that she could put her head on Jeff's shoulder and up at him before trying to answer. "I- uh, not sure what to say except, thank you- and I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say thank you for sex." She blushed stupidly because uh- they all knew such personal stuff about each other, they'd just done really intimate things to each other, and they were still kind of wrapped up in each other- David laying on Jeff and Heather tight against their sides, but being tongue tied was making her shy- or being shy was making her tongue tied (she could never tell which it was).
David laughed aloud at her and she could feel Jeff's body shaking under her head- he was laughing, too. "Sweetie," David said, leaning over to brush her hair off her forehead, skim the shell of her ear, and guide her chin up towards his face so he could kiss her. "You're so, so welcome," he answered.
And kissing David got intense pretty quickly- he still hadn't gotten off- he was doing that too rough-biting thing he did when what he really needed was to fuck- Heather really wanted to have it be her, but soon enough he and Jeff were pushing against each other and David kind of stopped all of them and rearranged them so that he could fuck Jeff while Heather lay half on top of Jeff and kiss him long and slow.
Despite the fact that he had come earlier, Jeff started getting hard again pretty much as soon as David slid into him- Heather remembered that- how David could just get him going again with so little effort. It's part of why Jeff tended to let David steer in bed- he's got such a good sense of direction. David was lifting Jeff's hips a little bit each time he pushed into him and since his legs were wrapped around David's hips, one leg was sort of wedged between David's hip and Heather's side a she laid across Jeff's chest, the tip of his dick skimming across her arm and the side of her breast. That was kind of good and teasing, knowing that he was all hard while she kissed him.
But soon Jeff was at that point when he couldn't manage breathing and kissing at the same time without passing out, so Heather worked her way down to his neck and that good spot behind his ear to lick and bite, while she moved her hand down to strip his cock light and fast just the way he liked it at the end.
Maybe it was the whole situation- a threesome with these beautiful men who, while they didn't really love her, had certainly chosen her- or maybe it was something in her connection to Jeff (who was leaking in her hand, hot and needful) but she felt her an orgasm building again, and she went shuddering and gasping along with Jeff as he came all over her hand and his belly and her chest. David kept moving inside Jeff, giving a couple more deep thrusts until he went over, too.
"Sweet horny pomegranates that was good!" David gasped as he pulled out of Jeff and rolled onto his side. Both Heather and Jeff sniggered because David was just the most dirty-adorable thing in the universe and, God- they were lucky to have him.
Genre: Original Science Fiction (containing Slash, Femmeslash and Het elements)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Heather has a job, a vision, and an orgasm.
Author's Notes: In this chapter I have broken pattern and not resolved the vision that begin it. This was to have space for the porn- I hope you don't mind too much, gentle reader. The next chapter, which does resolve the vision, will be posted within a few days.
Previous chapters found here.
Chapter 4: Love Birds Redux
Heather looked around the shop she worked in- a very small, small electronics shop in Manhattan that was almost exactly like the one across the street and little different from the one down around the corner. In fact, the only recognizable difference between the shops was the names and original nationalities of the shops' owners. Heather's boss, Mr. Nguyen, came from Vietnam ten years earlier, while Mr. Emmanuel came from St. Lucia to open the store across the street a couple of years before that, and Mr. Wong around the corner had made his way out of Mainland China after Tiananmen Square.
The three men had long been friends and had worked out ways to get better deals from their wholesalers by ordering merchandise together. It probably would have been considered a monopoly if there weren't about 16,000 other small electronics shops in the city. Their families were also close, and one or another of their wives tended to bring in hot lunches for all three shops on Fridays. Heather almost always ate well on Fridays.
Unfortunately lately, Mrs. Wong had been playing with spices in ways never imagined before (at least Heather expected no one else had done such things to food before). So, they were sitting in the shop- Heather and Mr. Nguyen, Mr. And Mrs. Wong and Mr. Guzman- eating super spicy curried goat and drinking lemonade. Heather had to excuse herself to go into the toilet to drink a whole hella lot of water without Mrs. Wong knowing.
The toilet was housed in the same room as the boiler, so the small high window was kept open year-round for both heat and odors. It really didn't help. Heather was leaning over the little wall mounted sink, one hand gripping the porcelain edge and the other scooping handfuls of tepid water to her mouth trying to quell the rising nausea- she had moved far beyond a burning mouth into really vomitous- she was drinking from her cupped hand when she heard the birdsong begin. She didn't have time to look up and note what the bird looked like- instead she just let herself slip to her knees and tried to get a hold on the toilet seat with her free hand.
Angela-Heather flung the clunky soled shoe as hard as she could at Vincent's back because she was damned if she was going to let him go into little Bruno's room when he was as shitfaced and belligerent as he was then. The heel struck Vincent on the back of the neck and he turned back to Angela.
"That wasn't one of those goddamned hundred-ninety dollar shoes," he hissed at her, reaching down to pick it up. It was one of those goddamned hundred-ninety dollar shoes. "Oh, you're gonna fuckin' eat these shoes!" And he was back across the room, his big left hand pushing her down until the back of her head hit hard on the floor tiles. Then he closed his hand tight around her neck and raised the shoe in his other fist. Angela's vision was swimming- fuzzy and getting dark even before he brought the heavy red heel down.
Heather had just enough time to lean over the bowl and puke in the toilet.
***
She'd been sitting on the brownstone's front stoop for a while- maybe an hour, she wasn't sure- she'd been sitting there a while before Jeff pulled up and parked in front of the house.
"Heather?" Before she even realized he was out of the car, he was sitting next to her, his arm falling around her shoulders automatically. She flinched- Angela flinched. Heather made herself relax. Jeff leaned close and soft to ask, "Hey- can you look at me?"
And before, it had taken all her strength just to get herself out of the shop- making her excuses to her boss- and drag herself into a taxi she couldn't really afford to get to Jeff and David's house- she couldn't have made herself do another thing, even just lift her head, but as soon as Jeff asked it of her, she was able to look up at him.
Of course, that meant she lost it and started crying again. And it wasn't that Angela's death was so much more gruesome than the other visions had been- they were all kind of the same unmeasurable amount of hideous, especially when she woke up in the night still half caught up in visions of fire and blood and pain, but Angela's death was fresh and Angela's death was a betrayal instead of just an accident and Angela's death was likely just a few minutes before her son's- dear God- Bruno was just nineteen months- Vincent had probably-
"Jesus, come here," Jeff said and gently pulled her up so they could go inside.
Once they were inside and Heather was sitting on the couch with a big glass of water at her elbow and her shoes off (somehow that helped- don't ask her why), Jeff sat down beside her and asked, "First thing, Heather- did you hurt yourself during the seizure?"
"No- uh, I just threw up some," she admitted, taking another sip from the water and setting the nearly full glass back down.
Jeff nodded and let out a long, slow breath. "Okay, right. So, how long do we have, and do we need more help, because this seems-"
"Two days- Sun-Sunday night, but I can do it alone- when he's not there- I can do it-"
"You're not doing it alone- David and I will help you- and, you're not doing it tonight. In the morning is plenty of time if it's not until Sunday night."
"They- her son-"
"There's a kid? A kid dies? No wonder you're all messed up."
"I'm not sure- I know that Angela died- will die and she was sure their son would be next- how could Vincent- how could he do that? I- I mean she loves him, and he-" Heather had to just stop talking and concentrate on breathing.
"Shh, sweetie." And Jeff's hands were in her hair, his fingers stroking down her cheek, brushing at the wetness there. And his mouth on hers was so perfect, completing their connection and anchoring her as the vision- Angela's memories- washed over her again the same way it had been doing all afternoon. And with Jeff there, she could start to pull herself out of them- remember that she was Heather and not tied to Vincent and not dying bloody on their bedroom floor knowing that sweet baby Bruno was next.
When they broke apart, they were both breathless and Heather buried her face in his neck, planning never to come up for air. Jeff eased them against the sofa back again, his arm behind her shoulder, and he pulled out his phone.
Heather could hear his half of the conversation. "Hi, David… yeah- I need you to come home, babe… No it's- Heather's here- she needs us… yeah, it was a bad one… no, not yet, we'll do it when you're home… Okay, I'll see you soon." Jeff hung up and rubbed his big warm hand over her back as she leaned further into him. "He'll be here soon." He kissed the top of her head. "How are you doing?"
Heather looked up at Jeff. "I'm sorry- about the kissing. I didn't mean to-"
"Stop- hey, no- I liked it." And Jeff kissed her- just a soft brush of his mouth against hers. "It's fine, really," he assured her and kissed her some more, warm and eager.
Ten minutes later, when her blouse was open to her waist and his shirt was completely off and she was pressed down nicely between the loveseat's softness and the hot skin of Jeff's chest, something- some kind of balance inside Heather shifted just enough that she had to push him away and apologize for needing him so much and - oh God David!
But Jeff shushed her. "Heather, it really is fine- David and I talked some of this through already." Then he kissed her once more and sat all the way up. "You know, maybe we should see about putting something in your stomach. You go wash your face and I'll see what I can find in the cupboards." And even though she still saw and felt the heel of the shoe coming down on her when she closed her eyes, and even though she doubted that Jeff making out with her on the sofa really could be okay with David, and even though she knew in the part of her head that still held Jeff's memories that he had never before so much as looked at a woman in a sexual way and therefore whatever it was that he was feeling for her was all twisted up in her visions and their undeniable connection and not something he would have ever otherwise sought out- like he had been psychically rewired or something- even with all that, when Jeff said it was going to be fine and smiled at her like that, Heather was able to just smile back and let herself slip off to the toilet to wash up.
***
When David first said it as they were finishing dinner, Heather thought he was joking because - wow, was that a really bad idea. But, then David had reached over and taken her hand saying, "Sweetie, we just can't stand the idea that you'll hurt yourself during a vision and no one will be there to help you."
Then Jeff had added, "You know we're going to be checking up on you all the time no matter where you live- this way the commute will be far shorter."
Heather protested, "But, really I can't."
"We don't really use either of the third-floor bedrooms- the whole floor would be all yours," Jeff offered.
David grinned and followed up with, "And the roof- the whole roof would be yours- you could expand your garden."
"But…" Heather fumbled for a delicate way to say that she was pretty sure her living in the same house with Jeff would lead to her having sex with Jeff and then to the three of them being all kinds of messed up when David found out about it- not to mention how Jeff would feel when the strange vision-induced connection between them snapped and he stopped wanting her. She finally settled for saying, "It's just such an imposition- I couldn't ask you to-"
David shut her up by leaning over and kissing her soft and perfect, nipping just a little bit at her lower lip. And Heather let herself melt into it- deepening the kiss, letting him push his tongue into her mouth- thick and insistent and oh so good- because it was David and she hadn't been allowed to kiss David in so long- not since, not since- she pushed that thought away, not wanting it. Her chair scraped loudly across the parquet floor of the dining room as David guided her to her feet. She twined her hands around his neck and let him pull her- God- it felt so good to be all pressed up against him like that again- even as it felt a little strange to be shorter than him for once.
Jeff was behind her, his fingertips gliding lightly up her arms and over her shoulders, making sparks on her skin wherever he touched. "I told you we talked this through, sweetie." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke and then he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth the way David always did to him to make him crazy. Heather cottoned on then- they had planned this, planned on seducing her this way. They wanted her- Jeff wanted her because of the visions, but David wanted her- just wanted her.
And Jeff slid his hands over her shoulders again, slipping them down between her and David to work open the buttons on her blouse, leaving a burning trail over her flesh- their connection flashing. Heather had a moment of feeling completely lost in Jeff- his mouth on her neck, his hands soft on her shoulders, her neck, her hair- and then it was like his hands were her own hands and she was Jeff touching Heather or maybe Isaac touching Sarah. Yes, she was Isaac or Jeff, a man at any rate, his cock half-hard and heavy between his legs- the very idea that he had ever been the woman named Heather, even a woman at all was something of a ridiculous notion, a funny little lark.
David bit her lip again and palmed her breast through her bra, his thumb finding her nipple, and yeah- she was definitely Heather again. The erotic shock of David's hands on her shot down her body and reminded her of how wet she was, how empty. She moaned and hitched her leg up against David's so that one of his thighs could slip between hers. She rode his leg for a while getting a nice rhythm up, getting the right kind of pressure sliding back and forth over her clit with a little pop again and again. And Jeff was behind her, his body pressed up against half her back and side, his hardness hot through their clothes at the back of her hip. Jeff stopped what he was doing to Heather's neck (there would likely be a mark) and used a hand to turn David's face so that the two men could kiss deep and wet and hungry, Heather pressed between their bodies. And really, it was a wonder they weren't falling over with how unbalanced they should have been- Heather on one leg and all of them rocking their hips together, but somehow they didn't fall. Then Jeff moved his mouth from David's to hers and David found that spot on Heather where neck stops and shoulder begins and bit down too hard. Heather ceased to care if they were going to fall so long as they all fell together.
David ran his hands down her belly and around her hips, gripping them hard. "Come to bed with us, Heather," he wisped in her ear, and then he was pushing her back from him, untangling their legs, pushing her back against Jeff. And Heather didn't want to lose being wrapped up in David, but Jeff was hot and right and urgent behind her, turning her around so he could kiss her better- without either of them straining neck muscles to reach- and it was so very good.
"Jeff," David called in that tone that thrummed right through her. She and Jeff obediently broke their kiss and looked over at David. He looked beautifully wrecked- his shirt was untucked and half unbuttoned, his hair was mussed in such a way that it stuck up on one side, and his mouth was red and soft with being overused. "Come on, Jeff," he said, still in that voice that Jeff never could refuse. Then he flicked his glance to Heather. "You too, Jeff." He gave her a smirk, turned around and made for the stairs down to their bedroom. Jeff laughed low and gave her a little shove forward. She followed David eagerly.
Heather didn't let herself think too much on the stairs.
"Un-uh," David scolded Heather, shaking a finger at her, "no clothes on the bed - you know that." And he pulled her back by the elbow so that she was on her feet again. Jeff, who had followed the rules, crawled up the bed and relaxed back- hard and naked against the pillows, his hands laced behind his head, and watched as David stripped Heather of her bra and skirt and panties before shucking his own clothes.
David gathered her in and kissed her softly, sweetly. "Go suck him," he ordered- and yeah, that was what she needed- David in charge. That always went straight to her dick. Heather moved her hand down her body to give her dick a stroke and had a moment of confusion as she remembered that she didn't have it anymore- never had it at all. It was across the bed part of Jeff, waiting for her.
"I said, go suck him." Heather hurried to get to Jeff, crawling over the bed to get her mouth onto the cock she missed so much. She sucked the ripe head into her mouth and, okay yes, she knew this- sucking cock was good and sucking this cock, the one she knew even better than she knew David's cock but had never been able to suck before- sucking Jeff's cock was amazing. She reveled in it- getting him all slick with her spit and trying to get her throat to open up to take him all the way in. She didn't quite succeed. Instead, she just wrapped her hand around the root of his cock and worked the tip and the shaft as far in as she could, stuffing her face with it as Jeff bucked up, giving her even more.
David gave her ass a light smack before rubbing the sting away and doing it again a little harder. Heather couldn't stop her instinct to push her butt up higher and spread her legs apart, offering. And David accepted, running his fingers delicately over her skin, skimming down the seam of her ass and past her pucker to slip into her smooth, wet slickness. And oh- it had been a long time since anyone other than Heather had touched her like that. She pushed back onto his fingers as he fucked them into her, twisting in just the best way.
It was hard to keep her rhythms straight- David was working her so much faster than she was going at Jeff's cock. For a moment, she just stopped and tried to get on top of the sensations, make sense of the jumbled-up-ness of it all, but Jeff got one of his hands behind her neck so he could keep fucking up into her mouth and David didn't stop his hand, so she couldn't control any of it. Then David bent over and licked over her asshole, his tongue poking into her a little and her whole body shuddered with the revelation of how amazingly good it was. And suddenly, their rhythms made a curious, syncopated kind of sense and she was on top of it, riding the perfection of being between two men who'd spent years finding ways to match each other in bed, knowing their rhythms as her own.
Jeff was getting close- he was making that low keening noise he couldn't help when he was almost there and Heather knew what he needed. She made to pull off to ask him to get her the lube from the bedside table drawer, but as she did, he was already pushing the little bottle into her free hand. "God, Heath- don't stop," he begged. "Get it inside, please." She popped the top and squirted some over her fingers, pausing a moment because she couldn't ignore the feel of what David was doing to her with his mouth and how it made her breath hitch. When she could, she sucked Jeff's cock back into her mouth and slid two slick fingers into him. A twist as she pushed deeper into him and- yes, there it was. Jeff gave a stuttering thrust up into her mouth just as David pushed the tip his thumb into her ass and Heather came with a squeal. She was dimly aware that Jeff was spurting against her cheek since she'd lost track and let him slip out of her mouth.
Heather rolled over onto her back, panting heavily, wiping her face. Her legs were quivering and her jaw ached because- yeah her mouth was really not anywhere as large as Jeff's was and remembering how to give head was different than actually being practiced at it. Jeff was in a similar state of well used, his skin sweat shiny, his face still kind of red even as his breaths were becoming regular again. David didn't give him much time to recover before he crawled up Jeff's body stopping to nip at thigh and hip, navel and nipple with his pretty white teeth. Heather watched, her head still fluffy and slow. It was very good to watch.
David kissed Jeff, soft and loving- like he did after they'd fucked hard or were making up from a fight- reassuring and open- giving Jeff everything. Heather ached with how she wasn't really Jeff, and David didn't really love her like that. She was considering slipping away to let them have the rest of the night to themselves when David shifted a little and bit her on the shoulder. "You, too." And, she turned to let him kiss her too tenderly.
"Now, kiss Jeffy," he said softly (it was an order just the same). Heather rolled to her side and up onto her elbow so she could look down at Jeff.
"Come here, sweetie," Jeff told her and brushed his fingers over her cheek as she leaned down to meet him. Their connection was still there, but it was kind of muted by how much they had been touching since she got there that afternoon- okay mostly by how much they had been touching the last hour or so- coming had really done good things for her, too. When they kissed, it was nice- comfortable and still sexy, but not the same crazy overwhelming it had been before.
David slid his warm hand over the small of her back looking for her attention so she looked over her shoulder at him. "Not that I'm complaining, because you certainly been doing very good things with that mouth, but why so quiet, Heather?" he asked.
And she shifted so that she could put her head on Jeff's shoulder and up at him before trying to answer. "I- uh, not sure what to say except, thank you- and I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say thank you for sex." She blushed stupidly because uh- they all knew such personal stuff about each other, they'd just done really intimate things to each other, and they were still kind of wrapped up in each other- David laying on Jeff and Heather tight against their sides, but being tongue tied was making her shy- or being shy was making her tongue tied (she could never tell which it was).
David laughed aloud at her and she could feel Jeff's body shaking under her head- he was laughing, too. "Sweetie," David said, leaning over to brush her hair off her forehead, skim the shell of her ear, and guide her chin up towards his face so he could kiss her. "You're so, so welcome," he answered.
And kissing David got intense pretty quickly- he still hadn't gotten off- he was doing that too rough-biting thing he did when what he really needed was to fuck- Heather really wanted to have it be her, but soon enough he and Jeff were pushing against each other and David kind of stopped all of them and rearranged them so that he could fuck Jeff while Heather lay half on top of Jeff and kiss him long and slow.
Despite the fact that he had come earlier, Jeff started getting hard again pretty much as soon as David slid into him- Heather remembered that- how David could just get him going again with so little effort. It's part of why Jeff tended to let David steer in bed- he's got such a good sense of direction. David was lifting Jeff's hips a little bit each time he pushed into him and since his legs were wrapped around David's hips, one leg was sort of wedged between David's hip and Heather's side a she laid across Jeff's chest, the tip of his dick skimming across her arm and the side of her breast. That was kind of good and teasing, knowing that he was all hard while she kissed him.
But soon Jeff was at that point when he couldn't manage breathing and kissing at the same time without passing out, so Heather worked her way down to his neck and that good spot behind his ear to lick and bite, while she moved her hand down to strip his cock light and fast just the way he liked it at the end.
Maybe it was the whole situation- a threesome with these beautiful men who, while they didn't really love her, had certainly chosen her- or maybe it was something in her connection to Jeff (who was leaking in her hand, hot and needful) but she felt her an orgasm building again, and she went shuddering and gasping along with Jeff as he came all over her hand and his belly and her chest. David kept moving inside Jeff, giving a couple more deep thrusts until he went over, too.
"Sweet horny pomegranates that was good!" David gasped as he pulled out of Jeff and rolled onto his side. Both Heather and Jeff sniggered because David was just the most dirty-adorable thing in the universe and, God- they were lucky to have him.