Fic: Prove It, PG-13
Title: Prove It
Author: ruyu
Fandom: Franklin & Bash
Wordcount: 609
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Damien/Jared/Peter
Warning(s): none
Prompt(s): Peter/Jared/Damien. Jared's the center of attention, Peter and Damien fight over him. In bed. X-posted to Kink Meme and franklin_bash
It started like this.
They’re all drunk, but not wasted, so Peter knows good and well that alcohol is not the culprit behind the brave hands his fellow lawyers seem to have developed.
Damien fucking Karp brushed his fingers against the nape of Jared’s neck (his Jared’s neck) and Peter can’t help what he does next - which is to walk up behind his best friend and whisper softly in his ear, “You’re mine, Jared.”
And Jared doesn’t disappoint him, craning his neck back to give Peter a sly grin that is so impossibly Jared that Peter loves him even more for it. “Prove it.”
It is so on.
~
Damien tastes different than Jared does. He’s sharp and unyielding like a corner that will never dull and that makes Peter bite against the man’s lips all the harder because something this concrete needs to bleed once in a while; crumble every now and then.
He feels Jared’s fingers against his belly as Jared lounges below him. Peter is hovering across him, leaning towards Damien, Jared’s small body tucked between them - like a lawyer sandwich. Peter giggles against Damien’s lips and thinks how fucking ridiculous that sounded. He should tell Jared. Jared would think it was funny.
The older man falls away from him, lips pink, cheeks flushed and it looks good on him. Jared sighs below them, content to watch them kiss each other senseless because that’s what Jared does. He can stand by and watch and enjoy, see other’s pleasure and find his own.
But Peter knows that’s not what they have planned.
Peter watches as Damien shifts, falling beside Jared to catch his lips in a sharp kiss that leaves his best friend hissing then moaning against the assault.
And that just won’t stand with Peter. The man might have Jared’s attention right now, but not for long.
It starts with soft lick against his lovers right nipple, a small touch to the small bud. Jared squirms, opens his mouth against Damien’s and pants, “Pete, yes.”
Damien doubles his efforts, raising and arm to card through the young lawyers hair, dropping to pull his mouth open wider, consuming Jared’s mouth with his own. Peter doesn’t know how Jared is breathing.
With a grin, Peter moistens his lips and takes another swipe at this partner’s nipple, letting his tongue press against the bud with more pressure. With each lick, Jared’s body grows more active, twisting beneath both Damien and Peter’s tongue, desperate for more contact, more of anything.
His teeth catch the now hardened nub and Jared seizes, letting a yelp escape from between his and Damien’s kiss.
“God, Pete,” Jared moans freely, having abandoned Damien’s kisses in favor of encouraging Peter.
Peter repeats the ministration his other nipple, licking and biting, nipping and soothing the buds to complete hardness. Jared is nearly incoherent.
“Here...,” Jared babbles. “Come here.” He tugs at Peter’s shoulder until he manages to drag him away from his now saliva-wet chest.
As they kiss, Peter can taste Damien on Jared’s tongue. He can feel the heat left by the other man, his sharp tang that has lingered in his lover’s mouth.
He wants the taste gone until all that is left is them. Until Jared never even remembers what it’s like to kiss another person. Their tongues twine and dance, in and out of each others mouths. It’s what they do - give and take, bestow and receive. Love and be loved in return.
“Mine,” Peter whispers as they pull apart, resting their foreheads together.
Beside them Damien simply watches and maybe he it gets it now: Jared has only ever belonged to Peter.
Author: ruyu
Fandom: Franklin & Bash
Wordcount: 609
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Damien/Jared/Peter
Warning(s): none
Prompt(s): Peter/Jared/Damien. Jared's the center of attention, Peter and Damien fight over him. In bed. X-posted to Kink Meme and franklin_bash
It started like this.
They’re all drunk, but not wasted, so Peter knows good and well that alcohol is not the culprit behind the brave hands his fellow lawyers seem to have developed.
Damien fucking Karp brushed his fingers against the nape of Jared’s neck (his Jared’s neck) and Peter can’t help what he does next - which is to walk up behind his best friend and whisper softly in his ear, “You’re mine, Jared.”
And Jared doesn’t disappoint him, craning his neck back to give Peter a sly grin that is so impossibly Jared that Peter loves him even more for it. “Prove it.”
It is so on.
~
Damien tastes different than Jared does. He’s sharp and unyielding like a corner that will never dull and that makes Peter bite against the man’s lips all the harder because something this concrete needs to bleed once in a while; crumble every now and then.
He feels Jared’s fingers against his belly as Jared lounges below him. Peter is hovering across him, leaning towards Damien, Jared’s small body tucked between them - like a lawyer sandwich. Peter giggles against Damien’s lips and thinks how fucking ridiculous that sounded. He should tell Jared. Jared would think it was funny.
The older man falls away from him, lips pink, cheeks flushed and it looks good on him. Jared sighs below them, content to watch them kiss each other senseless because that’s what Jared does. He can stand by and watch and enjoy, see other’s pleasure and find his own.
But Peter knows that’s not what they have planned.
Peter watches as Damien shifts, falling beside Jared to catch his lips in a sharp kiss that leaves his best friend hissing then moaning against the assault.
And that just won’t stand with Peter. The man might have Jared’s attention right now, but not for long.
It starts with soft lick against his lovers right nipple, a small touch to the small bud. Jared squirms, opens his mouth against Damien’s and pants, “Pete, yes.”
Damien doubles his efforts, raising and arm to card through the young lawyers hair, dropping to pull his mouth open wider, consuming Jared’s mouth with his own. Peter doesn’t know how Jared is breathing.
With a grin, Peter moistens his lips and takes another swipe at this partner’s nipple, letting his tongue press against the bud with more pressure. With each lick, Jared’s body grows more active, twisting beneath both Damien and Peter’s tongue, desperate for more contact, more of anything.
His teeth catch the now hardened nub and Jared seizes, letting a yelp escape from between his and Damien’s kiss.
“God, Pete,” Jared moans freely, having abandoned Damien’s kisses in favor of encouraging Peter.
Peter repeats the ministration his other nipple, licking and biting, nipping and soothing the buds to complete hardness. Jared is nearly incoherent.
“Here...,” Jared babbles. “Come here.” He tugs at Peter’s shoulder until he manages to drag him away from his now saliva-wet chest.
As they kiss, Peter can taste Damien on Jared’s tongue. He can feel the heat left by the other man, his sharp tang that has lingered in his lover’s mouth.
He wants the taste gone until all that is left is them. Until Jared never even remembers what it’s like to kiss another person. Their tongues twine and dance, in and out of each others mouths. It’s what they do - give and take, bestow and receive. Love and be loved in return.
“Mine,” Peter whispers as they pull apart, resting their foreheads together.
Beside them Damien simply watches and maybe he it gets it now: Jared has only ever belonged to Peter.