WHOOPS, I WROTE PORN!
My Walt/Ray fic of doom has turned into a bloated, structureless mass of words with only two mutual combat-jacks by way of porn and no chance of a Brad/Ray/Walt threesome :(
But if the threesome HAD ended up in there, it would have been like this - Brad has just found out about Ray and Walt's big gay romance and his mind is blown. They decided to all get drunk! (Ray and Walt are at Brad's place for convoluted plot reasons). They're lying around Brad's living room drinking tequila and talking shit when Brad gets all nosey. How did it start? Have you fucked yet? Which one of you lame-ass whisky tango excuses for homosexuals is gonna be in charge of that whole mess? What kind of shit did you even do in the middle of a fucking war, for fucks sake? And Ray is, for once, just MORTIFIED. Because Brad is his BEST FRIEND, OK. And like...this is just uncomfortable. There are some lines, man... Walt on the other hand is DRUNK and thinks it's HILARIOUS. He'd be all poking Ray and egging him on. "YEAH, RAY. TELL HIM HOW IT STARTED. TELL HIM ABOUT THE DIRTY TALK." Brad is mortified but intrigued. Dirty talk? WHAT DIRTY TALK?? Not in the humvee, Ray, please. Tell me it wasn't in the humvee.
RAY JUST WANTS IT TO STOOOOOP.
And then it's WALT'S turn to be curious. Brad and Ray are best friends and Ray CLEARLY has latent homosexual tendencies. Did Brad and Ray ever? COME ON. WE'RE ALL DRUNK. YOU CAN TELL ME. And Brad and Ray both get really really RED. NO, WALT NOTHING EVER HAPPENED TIME TO SHUT UP.
Walt is DELIGHTED.
"Oh, come on! Something clearly did. What? Tell me! Brad, you horny motherfucker, you're his superior! Were you a corrupting influence??"
Ray is trying to sink into the gap between the couch cushions. "Stop laughing, motherfuckers. No, nothing happened, Christ."
Brad downs like, a triple of tequila and shakes his head. "Well, there were a couple-"
"BRAD," Ray wails, "SHUT UP AND STOP LYING TO MY BOYFRIEND!"
Walt grins and climbs on top of Ray, covering his mouth with his hand. "HAH! Be quiet, Ray, I wanna hear this."
"It got lonely in Afghan-"
"BRAAAAAAAAD!"
Walt kneels over Ray, beaming down at him. "Anything you wanna share with the class, Ray-Ray?"
Ray squirms, like, uncomfortable to the power of ten but also kind of happy because he has a lap full of hotass, inebriated Marine, and it looks like his chances of getting laid that night aren't actually being hurt by all of this.
"Combat jacks!" Brad announces, apparently buoyed by the tequila, "Walt, I promise I didn't touch your buck toothed hick of a tiny dancer, but we might have shared a few combat jacks."
"Wow," Walt breathes, eyes lit up. "That's really fucking hot."
Brad and Ray at this point are like, what the fuck is Walt smoking and why didn't he share. "It is not hot," Brad says indignantly.
"Yeah," Ray agrees, squirming underneath Walt, "Stop thinking Brad's hot."
Brad smirks. "I am hot, Ray." And there isn't all that much Ray can say to that because, well, yeah Brad's hot. If you're into Aryan Nation children of the corn looking motherfuckers. Like, uh. Walt. Hmm.
"It's totally hot," Walt insists, "like, you two have so much repressed sexual tension because neither of you had the balls to go farther than a few combat jacks. No wonder you blew your load with me in about three seconds the first time, it's 'cause Brad never let you get any."
"He's drunk," Ray says quickly, looking at Brad, "Don't listen to a word that comes out of his lying mouth. I should probably put him to bed."
Brad smirks even more and pours them all another round. "Three seconds, Ray? Now I'm disappointed on Walt's behalf."
"Brad, Brad, did you at least get the dirty talk? Tell me he busted out the dirty talk for you." Walt leans over towards Brad, wiggling around on Ray's lap in a way that is really, really unsubtle. Ray's all conflicted like, he is probably gonna get some, but he could do without the ritual humiliation first, ok.
"Wow, I am so surprised that Ray talks dirty in bed," Brad deadpans, sitting next to them with their tequila shots, "How is it different from what he says every other minute of the day?"
Walt looks at him, still grinning. "Wanna find out?" he asks, and opens his mouth for the tequila, tilting his head back. Brad catches Ray's eye, raises an eyebrow. Ray wonders if he's drunk enough to be able to have forgotten the whole thing by morning, then decides to just go with it for now anyway.
"Give the kid his tequila," he says, nodding, "Damn, Walt, who knew you turned into such a two bit whore when you're drunk?"
Brad leans in and carefully pours the shot into Walt's mouth, dribbling some of it down his chin. And look, it's right there and Ray knows better than to let good tequila go to waste so he palms the back of Walt's neck and pulls him down, licking the tequila from Walt's skin. Walt lets some more dribble from his mouth into Ray's, and then they're kissing, sharing the burning liquid between them while Brad is, like, five inches away watching.
"That shouldn't be sexy," Brad says, flushing high up on his cheekbones. Ray breaks away and looks at him, Walt kissing down the side of his neck. "Why is that sexy?"
"Brad," Ray whispers, kind of uncertain. He knows he loves Walt, and he knows Brad is his best friend. He also knows Brad is hot as fuck, and he thought he knew Brad was straight. He just isn't sure what all of those separate pieces of knowledge add up to. Walt looks at him, bright eyed.
"Ray, you know how I feel about you, right? You know?" Ray nods, mouth dry. They haven't actually said it yet, hardcore recon Marines aren't really about hearts and roses, but they don't need to. "Good. I know you feel the same way." He kisses the side of Ray's mouth, slides his hand through Ray's short hair and turns his face to the side. "So I'm gonna need you to just fucking kiss Brad right now and sort out all that goddamn sexual tension, ok?"
Brad gasps, and Ray closes his eyes. The world starts spinning out from under him, but Walt is still a firm pressure above him, and seriously, tequila will excuse anything, so he opens his eyes back up and just...kisses Brad.
It's kinda hesitant to start with, Brad's lips are soft and slack, like he doesn't know what to do. But then Walt groans and touches his cheek and it's like he wakes up, kissing Ray back hard, muscling into his space and pushing him into the back of the couch. One of Walt's hands is still in Ray's hair, like he's pressing them together and Ray is just about short-circuiting at this point because damn. They're both just really hot.
"You've got no idea how often I've jerked off to the thought of this," Walt whispers, and Ray moans into Brad's mouth, picturing Walt lying there stroking his cock, thinking about him and Brad. Brad breaks away and looks at Walt, lips wet and bruised looking.
"You little degenerate," he says, sounding impressed, "and I thought Ray was the perverted one."
"No, I'm still the perverted one," Ray insists, "You gonna make out my boyfriend, sergeant, or I'm I gonna have to do all the work here?"
Brad doesn't waste any time, and if Ray thought he was about to pass out before, it's nothing to what the sight of Walt and Brad's lips sliding together does to him, Walt's tongue licking it's way into Brad's mouth, Brad's huge hands cupping the sides of Walt's face.
"Damn..." he whispers, and realises kind of belatedly that the reason he's feeling so light-headed is that all his blood's rushed straight to his dick. He slides his hand under Walt to palm at himself, watching the way Walt's teasing Brad, biting at his bottom lip. "That looks so damn good, it's like my own private fucking twink movie." Brad frowns into the kiss, apparently not liking being called a twink, and Ray grins at him. "Don't worry, Brad, we all know you're the alpha fucking male here. Look at Walt, he knows it." Walt pulls away, breathing hard, and starts kissing down Brad's neck. Necks are kind of a thing for him. "And he likes it, too."
"Ray," Brad sighs, and presses his fingers half-heartedly over Ray's mouth. Ray sucks on them. "I'm serious, Brad, you were right about him being a degenerate little shit." He slides a hand up to Walt's hair and tugs on it, just a little. "He likes to be roughed up a bit, right Walt?" Brad's mouth drops open as Walt presses his face into the crook of his shoulder, grinding himself into Ray's lap. "I guess the Marine Corps got him good."
"Is that right," Brad muses, "Not what I was expecting, but I can work with it."
"Semper gumby," Ray says, and grips Walt's hips. "Yeah, homes, you wanted to know how we worked shit out? Walt likes being told what to do, and I like running my mouth off. Match made in heaven."
Walt looks up and smiles at Brad, this sexy little twist of his lips that makes Ray wanna do really filthy things to his mouth. "I wasn't lying about the dirty talk," he says, "Out there in the middle of the desert there wasn't much we could do except jerk off and talk."
"Can think of a few things to do now," Brad says, "Ray, keep up a running commentary if you want but with your permission I got plans for Walt's mouth that don't involve speaking."
"Oh fuck yeah," Ray breaths, and reaches out to help Brad with his fly. He turns Walt sideways, manhandling him a bit just 'cause he can, until he's lying over Ray's lap on his stomach. Brad shoves his jeans down, palming his cock through his briefs. "Get it, Brad. He takes direction real well."
Brad slumps back on the couch, next to Ray, spreading his knees wide. "C'mere," he whispers, and guides Walt's head down, "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Me either, homes, but it looks so fucking good, so who cares," he kisses Brad again, sliding his tongue deep into his mouth, licking the taste of the tequila out. "He's only sucked my cock once, you know," he whispers against Brad's mouth, "And it was yesterday in your shower while you were out for your morning run."
Brad groans, and Ray looks down, sees Walt has pulled Brad's briefs down and has his lips on the head of his cock. And it's not like Ray's surprised or anything, but jesus. It's fucking huge. He watches Walt's lips spread wide, trying to take him down and only getting halfway. It's so hot Ray's about to blow his load in his pants.
"He couldn't get all of mine in either, but he sucks like a champ to make up for it." He grabs Walt's hair again, gently easing him up and down on Brad's cock. "He moaned like a whore while I fucked into his mouth, yeah, just like he's doing now." Christ, he's so painfully hard. As soon as Walt's finished with Brad he's taking him back for himself.
Brad presses his forehead against Ray's, breathing his air while Walt starts to suck in earnest. "Don't stop," he whispers, and it's pretty obvious Walt isn't slowing down so Ray figures Brad means him. That's never happened before.
Ray's rubbing his cock through his pants while he keeps talking, trying to get the right angle with Walt still lying across him, in the way. "We dry humped all over this couch the other night, too," he admits, "after you went to bed, couldn't help it. I held him down and just rubbed up all over him, made him come in his pants like a damned kid. And then I blew my load all over his stomach." He reaches down and touches Walt's lips, shiny with spit and Brad's precome, then slides a finger into his mouth alongside Brad's cock. "I think he likes that though, right Walt? So don't feel bad when you come all over his face in about thirty seconds, Brad."
"Jesus Christ, Ray," Brad grunts out, hips jerking up, forcing his dick deeper into Walt's mouth, "Is there any room in my house you haven't fucking defiled?"
"Why, you offering up a few suggestions? I haven't fucked him yet, maybe later you'll volunteer your bedroom for the cause. I'll even let you help..."
Brad throws his head back, body going tense. "And what if I wanna fuck you, Ray? Just to shut you the fuck up?" His voice is strained, like he's about half a second away from coming.
Walt pulls off with an obscene sucking sound and starts jacking him, hard. "Yeah, I like that idea," he says, his voice raw, "But first I need you to come for me, Brad."
Ray leans down, twisting into the awkward angle, and kisses him, their lips rubbing up against Brad's cock. Walt tastes like salt and precome, and Ray wants to suck it out of his mouth.
"Oh my god," Brad says, and then he's coming, shooting off all over Ray and Walt's mouths while they kiss, streaks of it splashing on their faces, eagerly licked off a second later. It's the dirtiest thing Ray's ever even thought of doing, and if he doesn't come now he's going to fucking die.
He pulls Walt back up to straddle his lap and doesn't waste any time at all getting into his pants, pulling his dick out. "C'mon, c'mon," he mutters, getting his own cock out, finally, using Brad's spunk as lube because, well, it's the closest thing to hand. He grabs them both, jerking them together, and Walt's resting his head on Ray's shoulder, whimpering and moaning like a porn star, and Brad's sprawled out next to them, still panting and covered in sweat and beads of come, and fuck, yes, at last Ray's about to blow. "Wanna fuck you so bad," he says, because his mouth just goes onto auto-pilot when he's close, "Wanna spread you the fuck out and just get in you, split you fucking open while Brad watches..."
He comes all over both of them, hand fisted hard in Walt's hair, and Walt follows straight away, biting on Ray's shoulder. And Brad's all up in their space, kissing them both in turn, back and forth as their orgasms rip through them, and then gentler as they come down, long, dirty kisses that draw out into an epic makeout session, the three of them stretched out on the couch together.
It's Walt who pulls away first, reaching for the tequila and taking a long swig straight out of the bottle. "Wow."
"Well that's the fucking understatement of the year," Ray says, heaving himself up and swiping the bottle. "Look what you did to the Iceman, Walt. You fucking broke him."
Brad smiles his crooked smile, the one that tells Ray that he's about to be in trouble. "No one fucking broke me," he says, "But I think this situation needs further investigation. Right, Ray?"
Ray grins back, downs a mouthful of tequila. "If that's your way of saying that we're gonna spend the next week fucking each other into new heights of perversity, homes, then fuck yes it needs investigating."
"What it needs is a shower," Walt announces and stands up, wobbling slightly on his feet. He flashes them both a bright, blue eyed smile. "Dibs on the bathroom."
"Little shit," Ray says fondly, watching him stumble off. "I'm gonna need to go make sure he doesn't fall and smash his head like a fucking idiot."
"Ray," Ray pauses. Brad's using his serious voice, like he didn't just fucking get a nut off in the hottest threesome ever. Like, whatever, Iceman. "Is everything gonna be-?"
"Seriously, Brad? We're having this talk now?" He rolls his eyes. "Let's save the D&M for our next sleep over, we can braid each other's hair and share our crushes on the LT while we're at it." He catches Brad's eyes for a second and nods, and it's all that really needs to be said. Brad nods back, and Ray walks off after Walt, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Fucking Brad.
That is gonna be fun.
~end!
WOW. I can't believe I just wrote that! Guys, I am so sorry. This is the worst way to introduce myself to a new fandom, HERE HAVE SOME COMPLETELY IREDEEMABLE THREESOME PWP. It isn't even betad 'cause I just wrote it directly into LJ in like, four hours. IT SHOWS. MAAAAYBE I'll clean it up one day and try to pass it of as a proper fic, but for now -
Hahaha. HI I'M BECK.
HAVE SOME SMUT.
--Beck
But if the threesome HAD ended up in there, it would have been like this - Brad has just found out about Ray and Walt's big gay romance and his mind is blown. They decided to all get drunk! (Ray and Walt are at Brad's place for convoluted plot reasons). They're lying around Brad's living room drinking tequila and talking shit when Brad gets all nosey. How did it start? Have you fucked yet? Which one of you lame-ass whisky tango excuses for homosexuals is gonna be in charge of that whole mess? What kind of shit did you even do in the middle of a fucking war, for fucks sake? And Ray is, for once, just MORTIFIED. Because Brad is his BEST FRIEND, OK. And like...this is just uncomfortable. There are some lines, man... Walt on the other hand is DRUNK and thinks it's HILARIOUS. He'd be all poking Ray and egging him on. "YEAH, RAY. TELL HIM HOW IT STARTED. TELL HIM ABOUT THE DIRTY TALK." Brad is mortified but intrigued. Dirty talk? WHAT DIRTY TALK?? Not in the humvee, Ray, please. Tell me it wasn't in the humvee.
RAY JUST WANTS IT TO STOOOOOP.
And then it's WALT'S turn to be curious. Brad and Ray are best friends and Ray CLEARLY has latent homosexual tendencies. Did Brad and Ray ever? COME ON. WE'RE ALL DRUNK. YOU CAN TELL ME. And Brad and Ray both get really really RED. NO, WALT NOTHING EVER HAPPENED TIME TO SHUT UP.
Walt is DELIGHTED.
"Oh, come on! Something clearly did. What? Tell me! Brad, you horny motherfucker, you're his superior! Were you a corrupting influence??"
Ray is trying to sink into the gap between the couch cushions. "Stop laughing, motherfuckers. No, nothing happened, Christ."
Brad downs like, a triple of tequila and shakes his head. "Well, there were a couple-"
"BRAD," Ray wails, "SHUT UP AND STOP LYING TO MY BOYFRIEND!"
Walt grins and climbs on top of Ray, covering his mouth with his hand. "HAH! Be quiet, Ray, I wanna hear this."
"It got lonely in Afghan-"
"BRAAAAAAAAD!"
Walt kneels over Ray, beaming down at him. "Anything you wanna share with the class, Ray-Ray?"
Ray squirms, like, uncomfortable to the power of ten but also kind of happy because he has a lap full of hotass, inebriated Marine, and it looks like his chances of getting laid that night aren't actually being hurt by all of this.
"Combat jacks!" Brad announces, apparently buoyed by the tequila, "Walt, I promise I didn't touch your buck toothed hick of a tiny dancer, but we might have shared a few combat jacks."
"Wow," Walt breathes, eyes lit up. "That's really fucking hot."
Brad and Ray at this point are like, what the fuck is Walt smoking and why didn't he share. "It is not hot," Brad says indignantly.
"Yeah," Ray agrees, squirming underneath Walt, "Stop thinking Brad's hot."
Brad smirks. "I am hot, Ray." And there isn't all that much Ray can say to that because, well, yeah Brad's hot. If you're into Aryan Nation children of the corn looking motherfuckers. Like, uh. Walt. Hmm.
"It's totally hot," Walt insists, "like, you two have so much repressed sexual tension because neither of you had the balls to go farther than a few combat jacks. No wonder you blew your load with me in about three seconds the first time, it's 'cause Brad never let you get any."
"He's drunk," Ray says quickly, looking at Brad, "Don't listen to a word that comes out of his lying mouth. I should probably put him to bed."
Brad smirks even more and pours them all another round. "Three seconds, Ray? Now I'm disappointed on Walt's behalf."
"Brad, Brad, did you at least get the dirty talk? Tell me he busted out the dirty talk for you." Walt leans over towards Brad, wiggling around on Ray's lap in a way that is really, really unsubtle. Ray's all conflicted like, he is probably gonna get some, but he could do without the ritual humiliation first, ok.
"Wow, I am so surprised that Ray talks dirty in bed," Brad deadpans, sitting next to them with their tequila shots, "How is it different from what he says every other minute of the day?"
Walt looks at him, still grinning. "Wanna find out?" he asks, and opens his mouth for the tequila, tilting his head back. Brad catches Ray's eye, raises an eyebrow. Ray wonders if he's drunk enough to be able to have forgotten the whole thing by morning, then decides to just go with it for now anyway.
"Give the kid his tequila," he says, nodding, "Damn, Walt, who knew you turned into such a two bit whore when you're drunk?"
Brad leans in and carefully pours the shot into Walt's mouth, dribbling some of it down his chin. And look, it's right there and Ray knows better than to let good tequila go to waste so he palms the back of Walt's neck and pulls him down, licking the tequila from Walt's skin. Walt lets some more dribble from his mouth into Ray's, and then they're kissing, sharing the burning liquid between them while Brad is, like, five inches away watching.
"That shouldn't be sexy," Brad says, flushing high up on his cheekbones. Ray breaks away and looks at him, Walt kissing down the side of his neck. "Why is that sexy?"
"Brad," Ray whispers, kind of uncertain. He knows he loves Walt, and he knows Brad is his best friend. He also knows Brad is hot as fuck, and he thought he knew Brad was straight. He just isn't sure what all of those separate pieces of knowledge add up to. Walt looks at him, bright eyed.
"Ray, you know how I feel about you, right? You know?" Ray nods, mouth dry. They haven't actually said it yet, hardcore recon Marines aren't really about hearts and roses, but they don't need to. "Good. I know you feel the same way." He kisses the side of Ray's mouth, slides his hand through Ray's short hair and turns his face to the side. "So I'm gonna need you to just fucking kiss Brad right now and sort out all that goddamn sexual tension, ok?"
Brad gasps, and Ray closes his eyes. The world starts spinning out from under him, but Walt is still a firm pressure above him, and seriously, tequila will excuse anything, so he opens his eyes back up and just...kisses Brad.
It's kinda hesitant to start with, Brad's lips are soft and slack, like he doesn't know what to do. But then Walt groans and touches his cheek and it's like he wakes up, kissing Ray back hard, muscling into his space and pushing him into the back of the couch. One of Walt's hands is still in Ray's hair, like he's pressing them together and Ray is just about short-circuiting at this point because damn. They're both just really hot.
"You've got no idea how often I've jerked off to the thought of this," Walt whispers, and Ray moans into Brad's mouth, picturing Walt lying there stroking his cock, thinking about him and Brad. Brad breaks away and looks at Walt, lips wet and bruised looking.
"You little degenerate," he says, sounding impressed, "and I thought Ray was the perverted one."
"No, I'm still the perverted one," Ray insists, "You gonna make out my boyfriend, sergeant, or I'm I gonna have to do all the work here?"
Brad doesn't waste any time, and if Ray thought he was about to pass out before, it's nothing to what the sight of Walt and Brad's lips sliding together does to him, Walt's tongue licking it's way into Brad's mouth, Brad's huge hands cupping the sides of Walt's face.
"Damn..." he whispers, and realises kind of belatedly that the reason he's feeling so light-headed is that all his blood's rushed straight to his dick. He slides his hand under Walt to palm at himself, watching the way Walt's teasing Brad, biting at his bottom lip. "That looks so damn good, it's like my own private fucking twink movie." Brad frowns into the kiss, apparently not liking being called a twink, and Ray grins at him. "Don't worry, Brad, we all know you're the alpha fucking male here. Look at Walt, he knows it." Walt pulls away, breathing hard, and starts kissing down Brad's neck. Necks are kind of a thing for him. "And he likes it, too."
"Ray," Brad sighs, and presses his fingers half-heartedly over Ray's mouth. Ray sucks on them. "I'm serious, Brad, you were right about him being a degenerate little shit." He slides a hand up to Walt's hair and tugs on it, just a little. "He likes to be roughed up a bit, right Walt?" Brad's mouth drops open as Walt presses his face into the crook of his shoulder, grinding himself into Ray's lap. "I guess the Marine Corps got him good."
"Is that right," Brad muses, "Not what I was expecting, but I can work with it."
"Semper gumby," Ray says, and grips Walt's hips. "Yeah, homes, you wanted to know how we worked shit out? Walt likes being told what to do, and I like running my mouth off. Match made in heaven."
Walt looks up and smiles at Brad, this sexy little twist of his lips that makes Ray wanna do really filthy things to his mouth. "I wasn't lying about the dirty talk," he says, "Out there in the middle of the desert there wasn't much we could do except jerk off and talk."
"Can think of a few things to do now," Brad says, "Ray, keep up a running commentary if you want but with your permission I got plans for Walt's mouth that don't involve speaking."
"Oh fuck yeah," Ray breaths, and reaches out to help Brad with his fly. He turns Walt sideways, manhandling him a bit just 'cause he can, until he's lying over Ray's lap on his stomach. Brad shoves his jeans down, palming his cock through his briefs. "Get it, Brad. He takes direction real well."
Brad slumps back on the couch, next to Ray, spreading his knees wide. "C'mere," he whispers, and guides Walt's head down, "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Me either, homes, but it looks so fucking good, so who cares," he kisses Brad again, sliding his tongue deep into his mouth, licking the taste of the tequila out. "He's only sucked my cock once, you know," he whispers against Brad's mouth, "And it was yesterday in your shower while you were out for your morning run."
Brad groans, and Ray looks down, sees Walt has pulled Brad's briefs down and has his lips on the head of his cock. And it's not like Ray's surprised or anything, but jesus. It's fucking huge. He watches Walt's lips spread wide, trying to take him down and only getting halfway. It's so hot Ray's about to blow his load in his pants.
"He couldn't get all of mine in either, but he sucks like a champ to make up for it." He grabs Walt's hair again, gently easing him up and down on Brad's cock. "He moaned like a whore while I fucked into his mouth, yeah, just like he's doing now." Christ, he's so painfully hard. As soon as Walt's finished with Brad he's taking him back for himself.
Brad presses his forehead against Ray's, breathing his air while Walt starts to suck in earnest. "Don't stop," he whispers, and it's pretty obvious Walt isn't slowing down so Ray figures Brad means him. That's never happened before.
Ray's rubbing his cock through his pants while he keeps talking, trying to get the right angle with Walt still lying across him, in the way. "We dry humped all over this couch the other night, too," he admits, "after you went to bed, couldn't help it. I held him down and just rubbed up all over him, made him come in his pants like a damned kid. And then I blew my load all over his stomach." He reaches down and touches Walt's lips, shiny with spit and Brad's precome, then slides a finger into his mouth alongside Brad's cock. "I think he likes that though, right Walt? So don't feel bad when you come all over his face in about thirty seconds, Brad."
"Jesus Christ, Ray," Brad grunts out, hips jerking up, forcing his dick deeper into Walt's mouth, "Is there any room in my house you haven't fucking defiled?"
"Why, you offering up a few suggestions? I haven't fucked him yet, maybe later you'll volunteer your bedroom for the cause. I'll even let you help..."
Brad throws his head back, body going tense. "And what if I wanna fuck you, Ray? Just to shut you the fuck up?" His voice is strained, like he's about half a second away from coming.
Walt pulls off with an obscene sucking sound and starts jacking him, hard. "Yeah, I like that idea," he says, his voice raw, "But first I need you to come for me, Brad."
Ray leans down, twisting into the awkward angle, and kisses him, their lips rubbing up against Brad's cock. Walt tastes like salt and precome, and Ray wants to suck it out of his mouth.
"Oh my god," Brad says, and then he's coming, shooting off all over Ray and Walt's mouths while they kiss, streaks of it splashing on their faces, eagerly licked off a second later. It's the dirtiest thing Ray's ever even thought of doing, and if he doesn't come now he's going to fucking die.
He pulls Walt back up to straddle his lap and doesn't waste any time at all getting into his pants, pulling his dick out. "C'mon, c'mon," he mutters, getting his own cock out, finally, using Brad's spunk as lube because, well, it's the closest thing to hand. He grabs them both, jerking them together, and Walt's resting his head on Ray's shoulder, whimpering and moaning like a porn star, and Brad's sprawled out next to them, still panting and covered in sweat and beads of come, and fuck, yes, at last Ray's about to blow. "Wanna fuck you so bad," he says, because his mouth just goes onto auto-pilot when he's close, "Wanna spread you the fuck out and just get in you, split you fucking open while Brad watches..."
He comes all over both of them, hand fisted hard in Walt's hair, and Walt follows straight away, biting on Ray's shoulder. And Brad's all up in their space, kissing them both in turn, back and forth as their orgasms rip through them, and then gentler as they come down, long, dirty kisses that draw out into an epic makeout session, the three of them stretched out on the couch together.
It's Walt who pulls away first, reaching for the tequila and taking a long swig straight out of the bottle. "Wow."
"Well that's the fucking understatement of the year," Ray says, heaving himself up and swiping the bottle. "Look what you did to the Iceman, Walt. You fucking broke him."
Brad smiles his crooked smile, the one that tells Ray that he's about to be in trouble. "No one fucking broke me," he says, "But I think this situation needs further investigation. Right, Ray?"
Ray grins back, downs a mouthful of tequila. "If that's your way of saying that we're gonna spend the next week fucking each other into new heights of perversity, homes, then fuck yes it needs investigating."
"What it needs is a shower," Walt announces and stands up, wobbling slightly on his feet. He flashes them both a bright, blue eyed smile. "Dibs on the bathroom."
"Little shit," Ray says fondly, watching him stumble off. "I'm gonna need to go make sure he doesn't fall and smash his head like a fucking idiot."
"Ray," Ray pauses. Brad's using his serious voice, like he didn't just fucking get a nut off in the hottest threesome ever. Like, whatever, Iceman. "Is everything gonna be-?"
"Seriously, Brad? We're having this talk now?" He rolls his eyes. "Let's save the D&M for our next sleep over, we can braid each other's hair and share our crushes on the LT while we're at it." He catches Brad's eyes for a second and nods, and it's all that really needs to be said. Brad nods back, and Ray walks off after Walt, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Fucking Brad.
That is gonna be fun.
~end!
WOW. I can't believe I just wrote that! Guys, I am so sorry. This is the worst way to introduce myself to a new fandom, HERE HAVE SOME COMPLETELY IREDEEMABLE THREESOME PWP. It isn't even betad 'cause I just wrote it directly into LJ in like, four hours. IT SHOWS. MAAAAYBE I'll clean it up one day and try to pass it of as a proper fic, but for now -
Hahaha. HI I'M BECK.
HAVE SOME SMUT.
--Beck