Cola & Kiwi Milkshake Smoothie w/ Malt, Whipped Cream, Nuts, Peaches, Brownie, and Gummy Bunnies

[five_steps_back]

Author: Nikki and Kelly
Challenge: Cola #23 (double your pleasure, double your fun) for Nikki; Kiwi #18 (like the plague) for Kelly
Toppings/Extras: Chopped Nuts, Whipped Cream, Smoothie, Milkshake, Malt (PFAH: Oz - I may as well ditch my dismay, for Nikki; Summer Challenge 2011, 421: If you ask me to, I will for Kelly), Gummy Bunnies (31_days , 1. Doused his flare of rebellion, for both), Fresh Peaches, Brownie
Word Count: 6,823
Rating: NC-17
Notes: They're still sixteen, so there's still that underage sex warning applied to this fic. Boys, GROW UP so we can stop with this warning, okay? Hopefully there will soon be a Stateside fic from this AU; even though most of TOWNOID (which this is from) affects Ireland, there's also a change or two in the US.
Story: Phase and Polyfaceted ( Index~/~ Timeline); the title of this is "Cementing the Triad."
Summary: Oz and Calum's first date.

"I don't look like him." Oz thought that this must have been the fifth time he had said it, before he held the door of the movie theater open.

Calum walked past, and waited for Oz to follow him before he answered. "You do. You're a younger version of him."

"I'm not," he grumbled.

Calum grinned. "You are."

Oz scowled, a pout already starting to pull at his lips. "I do not look like bloody Colin Farrell."

"We could ask Jakob," Calum offered, his grin deepening. "See what he says."

His scowl only darkened. "If you suggest it, he'll start seeing it and then agree with you."

Calum laughed. "Or he'll start seeing it because you do look like Colin Farrell, who is ridiculously hot, anyway. It's a compliment."

"He kisses too many girls for my liking," Oz answered, before suddenly grinning. "Still, you said I was ridiculously hot... Though I'm not quite sure that alone is going to be enough to even it out."

"I didn't say you are him," Calum argued. "I said you look like him. Looking like him doesn't somehow make you straight. I don't think anyone--actually, I think people would believe Jakob is straight before they'd believe you are." He pushed open the door to a pub and held it for Oz. Right, not out with Jakob, wouldn't be exactly the same. "They'd think Jakob was taking it from whichever girl he was with, but they'd believe he's straight before you."

Oz looked over at Calum with an exaggerated expression of shock. "Why would I want anybody to believe I was I straight in the first place?" he asked with an overplayed scoff, before he laughed. "Though, I'm not going to argue with any of that. Even I know when complaining about something is useless."

Calum grinned as they headed for a booth. "Considering probably the only people who ever believed you were straight were your parents, I don't think you'd want anyone else to."

Oz wrinkled his nose when Calum brought them up. He sat on one side of the booth, and stretched an arm over the stop of the seat. "Let's not talk about my parents," he said. "I'll talk to you about anything else, but I won't be very good company if all I do is talk about how much they piss me off."

Calum sat on the other side and shrugged. "I still think you look like Colin Farrell."

"I do not!" Oz protested.

"Except you're taller," Calum continued.

Oz grinned. "Well, that's no surprise." He stretched his legs under the table as much as he could, 'accidentally' pressed his leg against Calum's for a moment or two. "Considering that I happen to be taller than most people."

It didn't particularly surprise him when Calum hooked his foot around his ankle, and his grin widened. "You are," Calum agreed. "Including everyone in my family. I think even my little sister could take you, though."

"Yeah. I think even Jakob could take me if he had it in him," Oz said, amused. He tilted his head as a thought hit him. "Have you met his da?"

Calum smirked. "I have. The Heiderichs are a very good-looking family, and if Jakob ends up looking like his father..."

Oz smiled and slouched over the table, resting his elbows on the tabletop, and his chin in his hands. "Yeah. It's a great look into the future, isn't it? I don't really know much about what's attractive in women, but Trisha doesn't look so bad, either. With how pretty Jakob is, there's a chance that he could end up looking a bit more like her."

"I think he looks a bit more like his dad." Calum shrugged. "Which is fine by me. Have you seen his reaction if you tell him how hot his dad is?"

Oz was about to reply when a waitress stopped at their table. "What do you lads want tonight?" she asked.

He glanced at Calum, answering her first after Calum motioned for him to go ahead. "I'll have a cheeseburger and onion rings. And a Guinness." The waitress raised an eyebrow, but she accepted his fake I.D. when he showed it to her. To his credit, he managed to hold a smile back until after she had taken Calum's order (beef pie and a Guinness as well). "Anyway. Yeah, I have. It's fun, teasing him," he answered Calum's previous question with a wicked grin.

Calum grinned back. "And the way he turns red. You've gotten him to the point where he's stammering, he's so flustered, haven't you? That is fun."

Amused as his mind immediately made that into something more erotic, Oz grinned wider. "Especially that. Of course, it's getting him to talk in something other than English that's the main goal, isn't it?" he asked.

Calum cocked his head. "Can't say it is for me, usually, but he did speak German when he called me that night." He shrugged. "But there are things he'll say in Irish that are just fantastic."

Oz raised an eyebrow at that, curious. "I didn't know he knew any Irish," he said, trying to not feel jealous about that, because everyone was right (as much as he hated admitting that, even silently) when they said he was stupid about these things.

"I taught him a bit, and he taught himself a bit more." Calum leaned his elbows on the table. "He's taught me some German. You know he speaks French?"

He tried to stop a displeased expression from forming. Judging by Calum's smirk, he did not succeed at all in hiding his displeasure. "I'm not a fan of French. Or France in general. My mother used to always make us go there every summer for family bonding time, when she still bothered pretending to care about anything. It usually ended up with me and Annie bored out of our minds."

"Unfortunate for you, then, since I also took French. Mam doesn't like Paris, except for cathedrals, so when we've gone, it's been to the country. Though there's enough of us that we don't get bored easily." For no apparent reason, Calum switched back to an earlier topic: "How fluent are you in Irish?"

Raising a hand, Oz wobbled it back and forth. "I took it when it was required," he answered. With a grin, he continued, "But I've got this thing that I've been trying to work on where I do things that will piss my da off without thinking about the consequences. So I stopped taking it when I had the choice."

Grinning, Calum rolled his eyes. "For some reason, I'm unsurprised." Then his grin faded, and he said mildly, "Déan iarracht gan Jakob a ghortú arís."

His own grin disappeared, and Oz was serious when he answered. "I won't." After a moment, he pouted and folded his arms over his chest. "And I know I deserve it, but I still wish people would quit saying that to me."

Calum just raised an annoyingly calm eyebrow. "Do you know why what happened between you happened?"

"He was having an insecure moment, and I'm an idiot?"

"If you want the short version," Calum allowed. "Know anything about what went on between him and Sean before he was with you?"

"I don't even know who Sean is, other than some guy that you punched. A lot," Oz admitted. "I hadn't even heard of him until you punched him."

Calum sighed. "Sean Cavanaugh," he said slowly, "is Jakob's ex. First serious boyfriend." He shut up for a moment as their waitress came back with their beer and food, setting them down in front of each of them.

"Here you are. Let me know if you need anything else."

Once she was gone again, Calum continued, "So he was basically Jakob's first for everything. And you know Jakob--he's totally incapable of being on top."

He gave Oz what Oz guessed was meant to be a meaningful look. He frowned, not liking the implications of that, especially when he thought about what Calum had done to Sean. "What'd he do?" he asked, unsure of whether or not he truly wanted to hear the answer.

"Didn't particularly care if Jakob got off--or was comfortable. Or, for that matter, was ready." Calum smiled grimly. "Used him as an experiment to decide if he's really gay, and then dumped Jakob when he decided he is. Has a girlfriend, by the way. I might have only broken his nose if that was all he did."

Oz suddenly wasn't hungry. In fact, he was vaguely nauseous, and he possibly had a slight urge to punch something. "Ah." It that was when the guilt kicked in and Oz slouched back in his seat, feeling even worse than before.

Calum watched him a moment before continuing. "I'm not deliberately making you feel bad about what happened, but I think you need to know, and God knows Jakob won't bring it up himself. Sean broke up with him, told him there's nothing about him worth liking, and then, on top of it, told the rest of the school that Jakob's a creepy homo who'd been stalking him." Calum picked up his beer then to take a long drink; judging by how tightly he was holding the glass, he also wanted to damage something.

"I don't think you're trying to make me feel bad," Oz answered after a moment, feeling a bit helpless. "Thank you for telling me. I just... I didn't know. We talked about past relationships, but he told me that there wasn't anybody important, and I left it at that."

Calum reached across the table to take Oz's hand in his. Bemused, Oz glanced down; it was one of the first times the two of them had touched without Jakob around. "If it helps, I think he only told me because I was pressing about what happened with you. Which was a direct result of that bastard--he found Jakob in the library and told him the same shite about there being nothing about him worth keeping, so you'd break up with him. And--this is why I told him I will make sure the entire bloody city knows everything if he gets near Jakob again--called him 'angel'."

Oz tightened his grip around Calum's hand as he tensed. "Ah," he repeated, only because he couldn't think of anything other than going out to break a few more bones of this Sean person. "Well. I can see why you hit him as much as you did." Because of course, someone had managed to get a video of it and upload it, and of course, Oz had downloaded it and watched.

"I wanted to do more," Calum admitted. "Brought my brother along so I could. But Jakob was there." He shrugged. "So I didn't. I think it got my point across, though, and I think everyone at his school will leave him the fuck alone about being gay."

"Ha. They'll leave him alone about everything, I imagine." He managed a small smile. "Good thing, considering this threesome thing we're trying, and how stupid people can be."

"I've spoken to Cait," Calum said, surprising Oz. "So she knows about...us and this. How long she'll keep from telling Liam, I don't know, but generally, things are better when Cait knows before he does. You are okay with this, aren't you? You want it?"

"I love Jakob too much to not try," Oz answered. Then, he grinned. "And I wasn't planning on liking you so much, but oh well." His touch was lingering when he pulled away to finally start eating. "I've only told Annie," he said, after a bite of onion ring. "But it's hard to not tell her things. She has a way of nagging at you until you tell her things just to make her go away."

Calum snickered. "I think I know exactly the way you mean. Middle of seven, remember? I used it on...okay, two of my older brothers, and the younger ones use it on us. Colleen gets away with it with everyone." He scooped up a forkful of his pie. "I thought about telling Conor. Might tomorrow."

"Are you close to all of your siblings, or just a few of them?" Oz asked, genuinely curious. "Annie and I are close, but with our parents..." He trailed off, grimacing. "We pretty much had to be. Still, I can't imagine having that many brothers."

Calum snorted. "Maybe three people in the world are close to Liam, which is why I talked to Cait before him. Conor and Aidan, I am. Aidan's only a year older, and he can be a prick, but he means well in the end. Conor's good. Carey's all right, but he's also eleven." He shrugged. "And Kevan and especially Colleen are the babies. Colleen's got us all, even Mam and Cait, wrapped around her finger, and she knows it, the brat." He sounded fond even as he said it.

Oz grinned. He knew exactly how that felt. "That's Annie's problem. She's cute and she knows it, and it gets worse the older she gets."

"Colleen has Cait to teach her to be a perfect little queen on top of owning us all already. I'm horrified to think what she'll be like by the time she's a teenager." Calum grinned back. "At least there's years before Colleen starts dating. No luck like that with Brianna."

Oz's grin slowly faded when he realized the truth in that last statement. He hadn't thought about that. At all. Obviously, he had been much happier that way.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Calum said. "Look at you. You think they're not good enough, use your size to scare them off as long as she's not around."

He snorted. "Well, of course none of them are going to be good enough. That's a given. And if I can't scare them off, I'm sure you can."

"That plan only works if Brianna doesn't get Cait on her side. She does that, then sorry, Giant, but you're out of luck and your sister's going to date." Calum looked entirely too calm and sounded entirely too matter-of-fact about the possibility.

"Stop making it sound like something that isn't completely horrifying." Oz pouted, picking apart an onion ring. Then he tilted his head and quirked an eyebrow. "Giant?"

"We're each dating two blokes," Calum pointed out, "so I don't think Brianna possibly dating someone is so bad." He picked up his Guinness again. "Yes, Giant, because you are. You mind?"

"No. Though now I need to think of something to call you." Oz pointed out, before he started to eat. He spoke again after a moment. "And no, it's not so bad. But, it is too. She's my little sister. I still think she's a kid sometimes."

Calum nodded and swallowed his mouthful of food before replying. "Yeah, it's getting like that with Carey, but he's a couple years behind Brianna. Though, you know, might not have to worry about boys with her--she could be queer."

"Then I'd just worry about girls," Oz answered simply. "She's a smart girl, but she trusts people too easily."

Calum raised an eyebrow. "Coming from her older brother who's dating a Kilpatrick..."

"Jakob loves you. You treat him well." Oz shrugged. "I know it seems stupid, but that's enough for me to trust you, at least with him."

Calum's expression softened instantly, and Oz smiled. "I can't do anything with Jakob but treat him well. He's just..." He shrugged. "He's told me I'm too gentle with him, but I couldn't stand doing anything he didn't want."

Ox rested his chin in one hand. "That's what I mean. The way you look at him...it's obvious you cherish him."

"Yeah," Calum agreed after a moment. "That's the right word for it. I know it's completely ridiculous, since I've only been with him three weeks now, but it started like this. That's why it started so fast." He gave Oz a sudden, sharp look. "He was sober, though. I made sure."

"He wouldn't have stayed with you if he hadn't been," Oz answered. "I'll admit I'm sort of jealous. Between Jakob and I, we only remember a few things about our first night together. We were both completely pissed."

Calum smirked at him. "Long as we don't drink much, we could remember our first night together," he said in a low voice.

Oz immediately brightened. "Well, that makes me feel much better."

"Long as we pick up Jakob," Calum added. "Could we go back to your house?"

"Yeah. God knows where my parents are, and there's an Audrey Hepburn movie marathon on TV, so Brianna is going to be occupied for hours." Oz smirked. "Conveniently."

"Brianna looks a bit like her, you know," Calum commented as he reached under the table and came up a moment later with his phone. "Audrey Hepburn." He pressed buttons rapidly and said, "When do you want to get him?"

"Yeah, she's realized that. It's why she's nearly obsessed with her." Oz spared his half eaten meal a glance and considered his options. "I can leave now and bring the rest home, but I'm at least finishing my drink before we go."

Calum set the phone on the table and shook his head. "You know she looks like Audrey Hepburn and didn't realize she'll have boys or girls all over her soon? You know Audrey Hepburn's considered one of the most beautiful women ever?" He gestured for their waitress. "I'm paying, Giant," he added, and then his phone buzzed. He picked it up and read the message, making a face. "He has a test. I suppose we should wait, then."

His shoulders slumped, a pout pulling at his lips. "Oh," he murmured as Calum's phone buzzed again.

"And," Calum announced, "since Jakob is still incapable of even writing 'fuck' when he's not doing it," but Oz could hear the fondness there, "he says we don't need him with us if we're having sex."

Their unfortunate waitress chose just then to approach the table, and Oz wasn't sure he'd ever had a stranger give him such an odd look. "You'll be leaving before all that?" she asked dryly.

Calum glanced up and grinned. "Yeah. Just need our total and we'll be gone if he ever drinks his beer."

Oz answered by teasingly shooting Calum a two-fingered salute, before he grabbed his glass and finished what was in it. "You were saying?"

Calum shook his head, smiling, and took his wallet from his pocket, handing the waitress a bill. "Keep whatever's left," he told her, "but he wants a box for his food."

"I'll get that right out." She left, and across the table, Calum slumped down in his seat enough that his knee nudged Oz's.

Oz grinned, before he shifted to slowly slide his knee up Calum's thigh. "So, we don't need Jakob?" he asked, getting them back on topic.

"He'd rather study than watch." Calum grinned back at him. "Don't know about you, but I'm going to use this to tease him mercilessly."

"Nerd boy," Oz fondly murmured. "Of course, I'm sure he wants to watch, but he's unfortunately responsible sometimes. Which is going to make teasing him even more fun."

"Exactly. I don't mind the nerdiness, but watching him get worked up because of saying things to him..."

The waitress came back then, setting a box down on the table beside Oz before vanishing again. He quickly packed up what was left of his meal before he stood and smiled down at Calum. "C'mon, let's go."

"You want to call a car, or want me to?" Calum asked as he stood. Good question, between being underage to legally drive and Oz's currently-undriveable car.

"I can," he offered, before leaning down to briefly but firmly kiss Calum. Oz grabbed his box of leftovers in one hand and Calum's hand in the other after he pulled back. "Shall we?"

Calum tangled their fingers together. "Let's. Want me to go home after or stay the night?"

"Stay the night," Oz answered without having to think about it. "I prefer it," he continued, teasing now, as they made their way towards the exit. "It leaves me feeling less cheap and used."

"Less? You do anyway?" Calum grinned at him and pushed open the door.

"Hm, didn't think that one through." Oz glanced between his food in one hand and Calum's hand in the other, and wished he could grow a third hand. "Or this. See what I meant earlier, with how I have problems thinking about consequences? Do you mind?" he asked, holding out the box of food.

"Course not." Calum took the box, allowing Oz to get his phone out of his pocket as the two of them walked a little ways down the sidewalk.

It only took a minute to call for a car, but Oz kept the phone in his hand after the call was complete. "Car should be here soon. Think I should text Jakob?" he asked, grinning wickedly. "Start teasing him a bit already?"

"Oh, now, that is evil." Calum grinned back. "He might eventually stop reading, but I doubt it. What are you telling him?"

"Just asking why he doesn't want to watch us fuck," he idly responded, before he glanced over at Calum. "How exactly is this going to work?"

Calum shrugged. "I've usually been on top, but I can go either way. You have a preference?"

"I don't mind either way. Course, with Jakob, I've gotten used to being the one on top. Might be fun to be on bottom." His phone buzzed as Jakob texted him back, and Oz's smile faded as he read it. "He says he's going to text you and tell you to take away my mobile. That's not fun."

Calum let go of Oz's hand and reached into his own pocket. "And he did," he said after a moment, and then sent his own text. "I told him no, he's supposed to be here so we're including him, and it's his own fault he's not going to see me fucking you for the first time."

Oz laughed, delighted, and he had to admit that he rather liked the sound of that. He kissed Calum again, more insistent than before. Calum kissed him back, hard, the hand holding his phone looping around Oz's neck, and then Calum pulled back.

"I think we're being ignored." He sounded amused.

"He can't honestly expect us to leave him alone." Oz turned around as he heard a car pull up and grinned when the driver got out. "I think that's ours. Should you text him next, or should I?"

"He's said something about how we're both too good at teasing him. I think that means we both should." They headed for the car, and the driver opened the door. "Something that's going to make him blush ridiculously when he reads it."

Leaning back against the seat, Oz's smile broadened as he had an idea. "Why don't we just go to his house? We never said he had to stop studying."

And then Calum's hand was on his leg. "I do like that. His mother knows about both of us." Calum pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "She'd let us in."

"And she'd leave us alone." Which Oz figured was the most important part. He told the driver Jakob's address, before he rolled up the privacy window (something he had been sure to request) and kissed Calum again, hard. "And Jakob will get what I imagine is a well deserved study break."

"You know he'll try to ignore us." Calum's hand slid up Oz's thigh as he kissed him again. "Be absorbed in his books unless we make him pay attention."

"And then he'll try and pretend like he's not," Oz softly laughed. "He'll stare at his book until you think it's going to burst into flames, and then he'll either give up and join us, or wait until we're finished to complain and join us." He smirked. "I might have done something like this before, by myself."

"Might be a little different when it's basically live-action, two-person porn." Calum caught Oz's hand, squeezing it. "Be interesting to see just how long he holds out, though."

"With us? Not long." Then Oz kissed Calum again, a hand at the back of his neck to keep him close.

When they broke apart, Calum grinned at him. "I'd feel bad if I didn't know Jakob's probably known the material for a month. He can take a break."

"He makes sure to study at least three chapters ahead of the curriculum." Oz really hoped he wasn't the only one who thought that was endearing. "He can take plenty of breaks."

"God, I love him." Calum leaned in to kiss Oz again. "We'll distract him for awhile. Then he can get back to it or sleep with us."

"What a difficult decision," he dryly answered before he kissed Calum deeply. Oz broke away after a moment to slide off the seat, settling in between Calum's knees. "Of course, it'll be a bit until we're there..." he said, sliding his hands up Calum's legs.

Calum grinned down at him. "If you suck me," he said deliberately, "I'll last longer when I fuck you."

"As if I needed more incentive." Oz reached for the fastening of Calum's jeans and kissed the tip of his cock when he had it in his hands. He smirked up at Calum, before taking him deep into his mouth and sucking hard.

"God," Calum breathed. "Oz, that's--good."

Oz felt a rush of smugness and swallowed Calum even deeper, before he started a steady rhythm. He sucked him harder every time he pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head of Calum's cock, before he would swallow him again and start over.

Calum moaned, one of his hands running through Oz's hair. "You're incredible, Oz."

Oz started stroking Calum firmly, before he pulled back and grinned. "I know."

"If you keep that up," Calum breathed, "I am going to come on your face."

He only raised an eyebrow, grin widening, before he took Calum into his mouth as deep as he could and swallowed. Calum's fingers tightened in Oz's hair as his back arched and he panted out Oz's name. He swallowed when Calum finished, pulling away and moving back into his seat. Oz leaned over and kissed Calum just below his ear, leading soft kisses down his neck. "How long do you think you'll last now?" he asked, teasing.

Calum tucked himself back in his jeans before turning to kiss Oz. "More than long enough to get you off."

Oz smiled wickedly. "I like the sound of that." He kissed Calum again as the car started to slow down in front of Jakob's house. After Oz paid the driver (and tipped him what was probably an obscene amount), he kissed Calum again, harder, and started walking towards the front door. "So. What do you think, tell Trisha the truth? We're here to give Jakob a study break?"

"I think more direct than that," Calum said, grinning back. "In part because she'll also get Jakob even more flustered." He knocked on the door when they reached it.

"She is rather good at helping with that," Oz said, just before Trisha opened the door. He was completely unsurprised when she looked in between the both of them, and slowly raised an eyebrow.

"You two look up to something," she said in greeting, an undertone of amusement running through her voice.

"We wanted to distract Jakob. He stopped replying to our texts," Calum said, smiling. "Might have something to do with the content, if I think about it."

Trisha immediately looked to Oz for clarification, which, of course, made him impishly grin in response. She laughed, completely amused, when she stepped back to let them into the house. "Do I want to know?"

"We had an agreement that we do certain things when we're together." Calum shrugged. "And Jakob says he's studying and won't text us back, so we're upholding our end of the agreement."

Her amusement only seemed to grow, and she waved her hand towards the door leading down to Jakob's bedroom. "I assume you know where he is. Do I have to tell you to not be too loud?"

"Probably." Oz was far less than subtle when he grabbed Calum's hand and dragged him towards Jakob's bedroom.

"Besides," Calum added over his shoulder to Trisha, "there's a floor between us and you. Sound won't carry too well." He pushed open the door, and the two of them started down the stairs. Jakob was at his table when they got there, and Calum said, "Pretty boy, you don't answer our texts, we'll come to you."

Gobsmacked. That was a good way to describe the look on Jakob's face when he turned around to look at them. "Wh-what?"

"You don't have to quit studying," Oz clarified, before he very insistently kissed Calum. "But we did have the rule about all three of us being there."

Calum hooked an arm around Oz's neck as he kissed back, his other hand sliding down to Oz's ass. When they parted, he said, "We'll be over there. Feel free to come watch, love."

"I--okay? Okay...okay..." Jakob frowned. "You came over just to...no. Okay. I'm going...okay, studying." He didn't turn back to his book, though.

Grinning, Oz broke away from Calum just long enough to turn a still very dazed Jakob around and lead him back to his table. "If that's what you want, gorgeous." Oz pressed a kiss against Jakob's neck, making him shiver, before he went back to Calum and kissed him again. He led Calum back towards the bed, sliding a hand down his stomach and chest and eventually down into his pants.

Calum was already half-hard, and he pressed forward into Oz's hand as they kissed. He slid his hands into Oz's pants and touched Oz's cock for the first time, and he was much more than half-hard. He groaned deeply into the kiss before he pulled back. He stripped his shirt off and undid the fastenings of his jeans before almost desperately kissing Calum again. Calum shoved down Oz's jeans and boxers in one quick motion. Then his hand was on Oz's cock, pumping him slowly. Oz shivered, moaning as he thrust into Calum's hand. He moved away with a disappointed noise to pull Calum's shirt over his head, and he was kissing Calum again before he had even dropped it to the floor. He thought he might have heard Jakob moan as they fell onto the bed, but he didn't look behind him to check. Then Calum pulled away, standing just long enough to shed the rest of his clothes before rejoining Oz on the bed. He pressed up against Oz, their cocks rubbing, and they both moaned.

"Jakob love," Calum said, "are you going to come watch or keep pretending you're ignoring us?" He slipped a hand between them and took both their cocks in his hand, pumping slowly.

Oz moaned lowly, though it wasn't enough to cover up Jakob's hesitant answer of, "I'm not pretending."

He pushed himself up onto one elbow, twisting around to find Jakob looking at them over his shoulder, his face flushed. "Then stop whatever it is you're doing, and get over here."

Jakob blushed further, but slowly stood up and walked over to the bed. He stripped as he went, and Oz wasn't surprised to find that Jakob was rock hard. He probably had been since they had first texted him.

"Buachaill deas, if I asked you to do something," Calum said slowly, and Oz thought his grin was absolutely evil, "do you think you could?"

"Probably," Jakob softly answered, climbing up onto the bed beside them. He licked his lips, glancing between Calum and Oz before he continued. "Why?"

Oz looked at Calum, just as curious.

"If I ask you to sit, and watch, and not touch yourself..." Calum sat up to look over at Jakob. "Do you think you could?"

Jakob's mouth dropped open, and Oz watched as he blushed from his collarbone to hairline. "Wonderful idea," Oz said with a grin, leaning over to kiss Calum's chest, his eyes on Jakob the entire time.

"I..." Jakob's hands fisted in the bedcovers, and he licked his lips again. "I think so."

"Believe me, love, if you do it, we'll make it worth the wait," Calum promised. He ran a hand through Oz's hair. "And you get to watch in the meantime."

"Speaking of in the meantime," Oz kissed Calum again, pulling him back down to the bed, "can you fuck me already?"

"Soon, Giant." Calum kissed him back again and glanced to Jakob. "Condom and lube?" he asked. A moment later, Oz heard one of the headboard cabinets open and close. Jakob handed the items to Calum and leaned in for a kiss, and Calum smiled when he pulled back. "Thank you." He dropped the condom and opened the lube, spreading some across his fingers.

Jakob kissed Oz next, and he responded enthusiastically. He was still focused on Jakob when Calum pushed a finger into him, and Oz tore away from the kiss with a groan, pushing back against Calum. "More," he gasped.

Calum pressed in a second finger, crooking them just so, and leaned down toward Oz to lick a stripe up his cock. Oz made a choked sound low in his throat, his hips lifting off the bed. "Fuck, Calum..." He turned his head when he heard Jakob make a noise that could only be described as 'needy', and found him staring at Calum with hot, hungry eyes. Calum's focus, though, was on Oz, which might be something to think about at a time that Calum wasn't finger-fucking him.

"Do you want more?" Calum asked. He brought his clean hand to Oz's cock, slowly stroking him.

"Yes," he hissed, thrusting against Calum's touch. His head rolled back against the bed, and Oz moaned when Jakob leaned down to kiss him again. Oz was tempted to reach for Jakob's cock, since Calum had said nothing about either of them touching Jakob, but he only kissed back and broke away after a moment. "Oh, God, please yes."

A third finger pressed into Oz, and he sucked in a breath. Calum took his hand off Oz's cock and reached for the condom, but Oz still made a disappointed sound. Calum laughed. "I promise you'll get off," he said, and then Oz saw him glance at Jakob. "Both of you."

Jakob made a strangled noise that Oz fully seconded. Jakob moved and took the condom from Calum to roll it on him, continuing to stroke him once he was finished. "You better."

"I promise, love." With what looked like effort--and probably was; Oz was very familiar with how Jakob's hand felt on his cock--Calum pulled away from Jakob's hand to slick himself liberally. "How hard?" he asked Oz.

"How hard do you want it to be?" Oz easily asked back with a grin, as Jakob settled back near the head of the bed. He glanced over at Jakob, and was unable to stop himself from licking his lips when he saw how hard Jakob's cock looked. It must have hurt. "Christ, gorgeous..."

For some reason, it did not surprise Oz that Calum was strong enough to prop up his hips one-handed. Probably something to do with how he'd broken ribs in just a few hits--

--and then Calum was thrusting into him, hard and angled right. For just a moment, Oz's eyes rolled back into his head with a stuttered breath, because fuck that was good, and he couldn't at the moment remember the last time he'd been fucked. He heard Jakob moan, but it only vaguely registered. Oz only reached for Calum, pleading, "Again." Calum let out a sound like a mix between a choked laugh and a groan. He pulled back, far, and then slammed their hips together again. His free hand slid up Oz's leg to take his cock, pumping roughly. Oz hoarsely moaned, pressing back against Calum as much as he could. "Bloody fuck, so good. Calum, don't stop."

"Not planning to," Calum gritted out. He kept up his pace, just as hard and fast as before.

He lowly cursed and reached down to place his hand over Calum's hand on his cock, speeding his strokes. Oz rolled his hips to meet every thrust, moaning loudly with each one, and cried out after an especially hard thrust, his back arching off the bed.

"Come on, love," Calum muttered. He rubbed his thumb over the head of Oz's cock on their next upstroke.

It didn't take much longer for him to come with a strangled groan, though he continued to move against Calum. Oz thought he might have heard Jakob whimper and murmur something hoarsely in German, but he kept his focus on Calum as he finished.

Calum finished a few moments later with a low moan. He pulled out slowly and leaned in to kiss Oz hard. "Sure you haven't done that in awhile, Giant?"

Oz leaned up on his elbows to kiss Calum back, just as insistent, and he laughed after Calum broke away. "It isn't like Jakob would top me," he answered. Oz turned to look at Jakob, and his breath caught in his throat. Jakob had a white knuckled grip on the bed covers, his eyes dark with lust and want, his face flushed. He glanced between Calum and Oz almost desperately, and fuck he was hard. Precum ran down Jakob's cock, and he looked a touch away from orgasm. Oz had to build up moisture in his mouth before he could speak again. "Something I'm more and more thankful for every day."

He heard Calum's breath leave in a rush when Calum glanced to Jakob. "Mo ghrá, what do you want from us? I don't think either of us could fuck you just now, but there are other options."

Jakob seemed to have a hard time focusing on Calum's words, and it took him a moment to answer. "Touch me," he practically begged, voice trembling.

Calum stripped off the condom, tying it and tossing it toward Jakob's trash, and then crawled up the bed to Jakob, and Oz propped himself on his elbow to watch. Calum kissed Jakob as he wrapped his hand around Jakob's cock, and he did nothing to draw it out. It only took a few quick strokes for Jakob to come, and he clung to Calum, moaning deeply into his kiss as he finished. He nearly collapsed against Calum afterward, breathing hard and somewhat shaky. Calum murmured something to Jakob that Oz couldn't make out, running his hands up and down Jakob's back. Whatever he said made Jakob smile. "Come on, love," he said louder after a moment. "We've left Oz alone."

"We can't have that," Oz heard Jakob murmur. He kissed Calum softly, before crawling towards Oz and doing the same.

Oz didn't waste time in tangling a hand in Jakob's hair, grinning when he quietly moaned. "You are such a kinky nerd," he teased once they had broken apart.

Jakob blushed furiously, and ducked his head. "...You don't seem to mind," he answered, causing Oz to laugh.

"I took him out to see the stars a couple of weeks ago," Calum told Oz. "Apparently, they're enough of a turn-on for him that he doesn't actually need to be touched to get off."

Judging by how much more Jakob reddened when Calum said that, Oz knew it had to be true. "It wasn't just the stars," he admitted. He turned around to look at Calum with lowered eyes, through his lashes. "If you had fucked me as hard as you fucked Oz... I might have kept you out there until the sun started to rise."

"But he wouldn't," Oz told him, kissing Jakob on the back of the shoulder. "He cherishes you too much, nerd boy."

"Oz is right," Calum admitted. He kissed Jakob, running one thumb along Jakob's cheekbone. "I can't seem to get rougher with you, pretty boy."

Jakob smiled softly before he kissed Calum again. "Thank you both for the study break," Jakob said, and Oz felt him shiver when he kissed Jakob's neck and ran his hands down his arms.

Oz grinned, glancing up at Calum. "Our pleasure."

"Very much so," Calum agreed. He leaned across Jakob to kiss Oz. "I think we could even prolong it."

With Calum kissing him and Jakob pressed in between them, it wasn't any surprise to Oz when he started to harden again. He only grinned wider, pressing against Jakob to kiss Calum once more. "Let's."