Late afternoon, a weekend

[tezcatl_ipoca]

It's a cold afternoon, and grey. Nothing like the last afternoon Al and I spent in the woods, but it doesn't matter - we're not out here for the weather. In the rucksack on my back the whiskey bottle is buried under a blanket and torch and matches. Our winter coats have been brought out of storage now, and I think later I'll be glad to have mine

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[al_shairan]

"...a li'l bitta skin, right? 's li'l, bu's kinda...kinda like th'head'a yer pricks. An' when y'rub't right..."

I've never heard a girl say prick before. It's quite shocking in a way, but I'm more interested in what she's saying to worry about it. I try to imagine just having the tip of my prick, and how sensitive that would be... I'm not sure I'd want just that, but I think of what it feels like to have Tez run his tongue over the end... I shiver a bit and put my hand on Tez's thigh again.

"So that's what you meant,about girls liking sex too."

Tez sounds a bit alarmed but also worked up about it... I suppose he might be thinking of what it would be like to touch her, and I feel a sort of anxious flare in my stomach. I rub his thigh gently, I suppose as sort of a reminder about what I can do with him, and also because it feels nice...

"Are we still playing?" I ask. "Tez, I think it's your turn..." I realise my hand's moved higher up his thigh, and dimly I think maybe I shouldn't do that in front of Syl, but I can't really care right now...

[syl_thorn]

Yeah, jes' like I thought, this's th'first time anyone's ever told'em 'bout'is stuff. 'course, consid'rin' how many girls don't bloody know what 'r where th'damn clit is, I guess't ain't too s'prisin'. "So that's what you meant, about girls liking sex too." Tez says, soundin' kinda choked.

"Well yeah," I says, smirkin', "Y'think'd say we like sex's much's guys do if'n we couldn't come?" I mean, c'mon now.

Al's rubbin' Tez's leg. Pretty damn high up. Won't stop'em if'n'ey keep goin'....hell, might stay t'bloody watch. "Are we still playing? Tez, I think it's your turn..."

"I'm still playin'," I grin, "Tez, c'mon, which'll't be?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"I'm still playin'. Tez, c'mon, which'll't be?"

Al's hand is high on my thigh, and I make a little noise in my throat because I want him to move it higher, but of course he can't. Syl's looking at his hand, but she doesn't look disturbed, more...interested. I look up and meet her eyes without meaning to, and then I can't look away.

"Dare," I say, and shift a bit so that Al's hand slips a little - just a very little - higher.

[al_shairan]

Syl is giving us an interested look, and I wonder if I should move my hand. But Tez makes a soft sound and the idea of not touching him becomes impossible. God, if Syl weren't here... He shifts slightly, my hand riding up his leg, and says "dare".

The air feels charged, somehow, and I find I'm holding my breath.

[syl_thorn]

Jesus, look't th'two ovvem...Al's all but strokin' Tez's crotch, an' Tez's makin'ese quiet, desp'rate li'l noises'n th'back'a m'throat, an'e c'n barely choke out th'word, "Dare."

Al's watchin' me. But't ain't any kinda discourg'in look. S'intense, like's hopin' n crazy int'rested't th'same time. An' really, I c'n think'f only one thin'd wanna see. "Let Al finish what'e's doin'," I say, real quiet, an' take 'nother swig outta th'bottle.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Al and Syl exchange a look, and - "Let Al finish what'e's doin'".

It's plain what she means, and I feel how wide my eyes go. In front of someone else - in front of Syl? I wonder what happens if I refuse? - but that normally means a forfeit, and that's always worse than the original dare....

And besides, the idea of Syl watching us - oh god, it has me so bloody hard. I make a muffled sort of squeaking sound when I try to take a breath.

But Al - he might not want - and I won't make him - "Al?" My voice is almost anguished, and I can't look at Syl, just reach out blindly to find the nearest bit of Al and hold it. Realise I'm clutching his elbow like an idiot, but I'm confused and fuzzy from the whisky and desperately, desperately aroused.

[al_shairan]

Syl wants us - she wants us to - oh, God.

Tez breathes in and makes a sort of ... quiet yelp. I can't quite work out if it's from distress, or -

I see the shape of his hardness through his trousers, and I swallow.

"Al?"

His fingers are tight on my elbow, and I feel something like that tenderness of earlier, of wanting to tell him it'll be alright. But can I really - My breath feels very tight in my chest.

I can't look at Syl. I can't. My head feels light, and my heart is pounding, and so I lean in and kiss Tez, and I put my hand over his prick.

[syl_thorn]

Think've gone too far ferra minute, crossed'at bound'ry, an'll let Tez forfeit if'n'e'r Al don't wanna do't. Find somethin' else ferrim t'do, an'...

...who. Okay. Fuckin'ell. Al's kissin' Tez an' slidin'is hand over Tez's crotch. Tez makes'is whimp'rin' noise an' arches'is hips up.

God, fuckin' God, 'ey's so damn pretty t'gether. So goddamn pretty. Bite m'lip 'n shift over so's I'm sittin' on m'knees, an' c'n press m'self 'gainst m'heel under m'skirt. God, look'at 'em.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Oh god oh god we're doing this. It gives me the same kind of half-terrified feeling that I had the first time Al and I touched each other. His lips are soft against mine, and his hand's - his hand's pressing me, rubbing gently, and it feels so bloody good.

I can half see Syl past his face, kneeling up and watching us. She has a strange intent look on her face and she's biting her lip, and if it was Al I'd think she was - is she aroused by this? By watching us?

It feels utterly filthy, to be doing this in front of her, Al's tongue slick against mine and my prick straining at my fly. A sudden wild wondering if it's because of what we are, all three of us, if we're somehow as dirty and depraved as everyone thinks, because why else would we be -

"Oh god Al." Please please please. One of my hands has gone round the back of his head, but the other's fumbling with my trousers, because I need more than this, I need him to touch me, oh god. She doesn't have to see anything, he can put his hand inside, I just need the feel of his skin, the closeness.

I want to look at Syl, but I don't dare. I close my eyes tightly instead.

[al_shairan]

I feel like I'm going to have - a bally heart attack, my pulse is racing so hard. But I can feel myself getting hard, and this is wrong, isn't it? It's wrong to be aroused by this, any of this... And then Tez holds the back of my head and says:

"Oh god Al" and I don't care any more if it's wrong or right, because the need in his voice makes me breathe out a muffled sort of moan. I open my eyes to see him scrabbling at his fly, and I breathe in sharply and then put my hand inside his trousers, slipping my hand into his underwear, and oh, his cock is so hard and hot -

"Tez," I say thickly, and then I kiss him again, moving my hand against his prick.

[syl_thorn]

God, th'two've'em. They's almost forgotten'm here...almost. C'n see Tez's eyes kinda flick t'me, see'em widen...'e know what'm doin'?...an'en squeeze right shut. But th'way'ey go fer each other, breathin'each other's names 'n scramblin' fer'eir clothes. Al don't even pause when'e sees Tez work'is fly open, jes' gasps 'n goes ferrit like's pure gold, an'en'ey's kissin'gain, tongues dancin' 'n moanin'.

Press m'self harder 'gainst m'heel, feel jes' how wet'm gettin', m'panties soaked through. M'hips rock back'n forth, an' m'eyes 're fixed on'em, an' one tiny, sad parta me wishes I wuz onna'em.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Tez." Al's hand is on me, oh thank god finally, and at the feel of it I have to jerk my head away from him and gasp for breath, my hips pushing up. The angle's not quite right, not quite - and then he changes his grip and my eyes fly open, and meet Syl's.

She's watching us, hips rocking as restlessly, rhythmically as mine. Is she...? I never thought about girls doing that, but I'm realising how very little I know about girls at all. There's a tang in the air, something unfamiliar that makes my pulse race the same way Al's touch does.

And we're looking at each other, her and me. I want to - to reach out to her, in some vague confused way, but she wouldn't want me to, would she, even if she is liking watching us, and Al wouldn't like it....

It's too much, I have to look away. Concentrate on Al's hand, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his body. Love you, Al. Love you, love you, love you.

[al_shairan]

I can't believe this is happening, it's too - it's too much. Tez breaks away from the kiss, gasping and shifting so I can move my hand better. I feel so hard that it hurts, and I'm breathing harshly. Tez looks across at Syl, and I turn my head. She's... sort of squirming, her face intent, which makes me feel - shocked and excited at once. Tez looks down at my hand and I move faster, fingers tighter, and I press my free hand to the front of my trousers and moan, then bury my burning face in Tez's neck, tongue and lips above his collar, until I feel him start to come, and I cry out softly at the feel of his cock pulsing under my fingers.

[syl_thorn]

God, they's both lookin't me now, Al turnin'is head while'e jerks Tez off an' Tez over Al's shoulder. An' Jesus fuck, I can't b'lieve how fuckin' hot'at's makin' me. Rock m'hips faster, shift m'heel 'gainst m'self more firm, pressin' hard 'gainst m'clit. An' when I see Al's started workin'imself too 't jes' makes me move faster.

Takes barely a couple minutes. Tez's hips jerk, Al gasps 'n presses'is face t'Tez's neck an' makes'is cryin', high-pitched noise. M'teeth dig into m'lip an' m'breath jes' whistles out azzi try t'keep from yellin', jes' jerk m'hips hard 'n lettit ride.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. So good, Al's hand, so tight, moving quick, his mouth on my throat, and I can't do anything but fall helplessly into it. Spasm and jolt and oh god, low rough sounds coming out of me and suddenly Al's hand is slick, slick and I'm shuddering to stillness, too sensitive for touch but reluctant for him to let me go.

His hand's pressed against his own prick, and over his shoulder I can see Syl, riding some secret pleasure of her own as her breath comes hard. I want to unfasten Al's trousers and taste him, take him in my mouth until he pulls at my hair and makes those stifled sounds so close to crying out, but it's too much. As I catch my breath again I drop my hand down with his, touch him through his trousers. He's so incredibly hard.

"I want you," I say against his ear, and I think it's too quiet for Syl to hear but I'm not certain. "God, Al, I want you. I want to taste you - " My hand's moving on him through the fabric of his trousers. "Want you so much..."

[al_shairan]

Tez puts his hand against my prick and I call out against his neck. My hand is sticky with his seed.

"God, Al, I want you. I want to taste you - "

My hips buck up at those words, and I give a strangled cry. I'm not thinking of anything now, nothing but his mouth and how much I want it. I fall back against the leaves, my head ringing, and my hips strain upward to meet his hand.

"Please, Tez," I say, and my voice is barely a whisper.