Fanfiction: Hamish & Andy
Title: Sharing Is Caring - Alternative End Sex Scene
Author: serellie
Pairing: Andy/Hamish/Zoe
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,300
Genre(s): PWP, First Time, Threesome
Warning(s): Slash, Het
Summary: This was the original ending to my story, Sharing Is Caring, but I didn't feel it was 'sexy' enough, nor did I really like the character interaction. Despite my misgivings, I imagine there's very little Andy/Hamish/Zoe fiction porn out there, and that void is so very large and empty.
Disclaimer: These are fictional representations of real people. I mean no harm, I swear. I mean, I don't even own a whip. I'm a pussy cat. Meow.
*Takes place after Andy's and Hamish's frot scene. Hamish and Zoe have just stripped, leaving Andy upon the couch.*
Zoe climbs upon Hamish, leaning over, whispering in his ear. Then she lowers herself upon his erection. Soft lips engulf hard flesh. They both moan, and Andy, moans too, cupping himself through his sticky jeans, smeared on the inside with his own come, and on the outside with Zoe's fluids.
Zoe's eyes flicker up to his. Her face flushed and sweaty, her hair uncharacteristically messy, her eyes wanton. She looks so beautiful, Andy feels a pang. It's been awhile since eyes looked upon him so intently, with such desire.
“Take, take off your clothes,” she says between pants. Andy is so transfixed with watching her thighs rise and fall that her words take a moment to register.
“What? Uh, sure,” when his brain begins again. He stands, peels off his t-shirt and undoes his belt, his shorts dropping swiftly after. Like Hamish's, his boxers are clinging uncomfortably to his cock, now hard. He tugs at the cotton. Strings of his own release pull at the material. With a grimace, he strips them off too. He's very conscious of his own nakedness as he sits back down: how thick his pubic hair is, how undefined his stomach is-he always means to work out, but never manages to-his hair is sweaty and matted to his head, and his rigid cock bobbing between his legs-is it long enough, hard enough, the right colour, the right bend? At least she can't see the scar on his ass cheek.
“A-Andy, come here,” says Zoe. Andy moves to stand beside her, awkward in his arousal and his singularity. Thankfully, Hamish's eyes have fluttered shut. His mouth is parted; little pants and mewls escape periodically. It would be great blackmail material for later, if Andy didn't also find it oddly arousing. Is that what Hamish has become to him now, oddly arousing?
Zoe beckons him closer still. She tentatively takes his erection in her small hand, feeling along its length, inspecting its head, making Andy hiss. She sucks the head into her mouth. Andy moans.
“Mmm... this definitely tastes of you.” She swipes her tongue over the glans and then sucks it between her lips. Andy watches, mesmerized as she rocks atop Hamish and stretches her mouth around his own erection, her small mouth. Everything about her is petite and dainty.
“Andy, get Hamish to...” she bites back a moan, her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Andy is a little thankful she had pulled off his erection. He never did like the feel of teeth. “Get Hame to suck you off.”
“What? I'm not sure-”
“Andy... do it,” says Zoe firmly. Andy shakes his head like a defiant toddler. “I want to see your cock between his lips. I want to hear you moan his name. I want to see how his Adams apple bobs when he tries to swallow your come.” Zoe folds as she falls to her elbows, her face inches from Hamish's. “Hame, Hame... you heard that. Will you do it? For me?”
Hamish's eyes flutter and she closes the distance between them and kisses each eyelid.
Hamish cups her face and smiles a crooked smile. “For you.” She smiles back, and kisses his nose.
“Andy,” is all she says, and she sits back up, once again bouncing slowly upon Hamish's cock.
Andy kneels beside Hamish. “How do we do this?” Andy asks, unable to look at Hamish.
“Kneel on my chest. Wait, no, Zo won't be able to see. Kneel behind me and lean forward.”
Andy nods, and then moves behind Hamish, mindful of Hamish's hair, short though it may be.
The way that tongue and those lips engulf him, Andy would never know they belonged to his best friend. And then Hamish moans around him as Zoe twists her hips just so, and the vibrations that transfer from Hamish's lips and tongue to his cock are the best thing ever.
Andy leans into those lips as they suck him, gently rocking his hips, watching the expanse of his shaft partially disappear and then re-emerge. With Hamish on his back, and their awkward angle, he can only take Andy's cock so far in, but it's far enough.
“How are you so good at this?” asks Andy as Hamish swipes a tongue along his corona just under his head. Of course, Hamish can't answer.
Andy's gasping and moaning, enjoying how his pleasure seems to be egging Zoe on. Her eyes are so hard on his skin, but he craves them so much, to be looked upon as something of beauty and desire; he'd do anything for that gaze. Andy leans forward, and takes one of Zoe's nipples into his mouth as she grinds her hips against Hamish's. He licks and trails kisses along her chest and shoulders. He falls to his elbows, contorting his back just so he can lick along her stomach and delve his tongue into her navel.
“Andy,” she gasps, “I'm going to come again. Watch.”
Her hips become more erratic as she rubs her clitoris with her palm, evidently close. Her voice cracks the heated air, a long moan broken with short whimpers. She pauses, catching her breath, brushing sweaty hair from her face. But, after a moment's pause, she begins again with purpose. “Hamish, I'm going to make you come. I want to hear your groans around Andy's cock.”
Her hips are lifting high and then slamming back down with renewed vigour. Hamish is bucking up into Zoe eagerly. The vibrations around Andy's cock are exquisite as Hamish does indeed groan, long and hard. Andy oddly wishes he could see Hamish's face, know that moment of bliss through his eyes and his mouth and his reddened cheeks.
Zoe wobbles as she clambers down atop Hamish, come slipping down her inner thigh, and tucks herself into Hamish's side. Andy pulls out from Hamish's mouth with a wet smack, allowing Zoe to snuggle in closer. Andy leans over, holding his breath as he lightly kisses Hamish upside down, attempting not to bash his nose into Hamish's chin. He hopes his intent to say, 'thank you' is conveyed.
Andy is so close. He only needs to tug on himself for a few moments, his knees quavering, before he feels a wave build from his groin and spread out through his body, a wave of melting bliss. His come splatters both Hamish's and Zoe's stomachs and chests. Zoe trails a finger through Andy's release and sucks on her fingertip. Another finger, and this one passes through Hamish's lips, making Andy gasp.
Andy collapses, thankful for the couch to support him.
“Andy,” whispers Zoe. Andy knows she wants him to join them. On quaking legs, Andy gingerly settles a foot away from Hamish, his skin sticking to the hardwood.
Hamish's eyes open sleepily, and his face splits into a lopsided grin, motioning Andy closer. Andy does, an inch or two at a time until he's pressed up against Hamish, the pair of them sweaty and sticky. Probably both of them will awaken tomorrow morning sore and stiff.
The throw does little to soften the hardness of the floor, but Andy feels oddly content, buoyed by the knowledge of his body molding to Hamish's almost as well as Zoe's does. Zoe's small hand is draped over Hamish's waist, and it seeks out Andy's. Andy clasps his hand around her petite one, and slips off to sleep.