Fic: Everything's Better in 3-D (CW RPF, Jared/Jensen/Danneel, NC-17)
So you remember that story about Jared basically horning in on Jensen and Danneel's date night and convincing them to go see MBV 3-D with him? This is OBVIOUSLY what happened afterward. Except not, because this is FICTIONAL.
Title: Everything's Better in 3-D
Fandom: CW RPF
Rating: Porn!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel (established Jared/Jensen and Jensen/Danneel)
Summary: This is what happens when you go to your movie with your BFF and your girlfriend and everybody gets drunk. Obviously. (Contains spoilers for My Bloody Valentine 3-D.)
Notes: Aided and abetted by vinylroad, who is the best cheerleader ever (apart from Danneel, because have you seen Fired Up?)
They clatter into the house at two, drunk and leaning into each other, laughing too loud as Harley and Sadie circle, looking for treats. Jensen’s lips are numb with salt from Danneel’s last margarita, and it takes him longer than it should to realize the person kissing him is taller and broader than he is, and Danneel’s just watching with this fascinated smile on her face as Jared presses him into the wall by the bottom of the stairs.
She slips her 3-D glasses back onto her face and raises her eyebrows. “Is it better in 3-D?” Jared asks, kissing Jensen sideways, sloppy at the corner of his mouth.
“It always is.”
Jensen wants to say… something, but before he can figure out what, Danneel’s taking her turn, glasses pressing into his cheek as she tips his face down. Jensen’s hand meets Jared’s under Danneel’s coat, fingers lacing together against her spine. Jared tugs them away from the wall, towards Jensen’s room, and Jensen grabs for Danneel’s glasses, needing to look at her face. “Is it…” Jensen begins.
Danneel slides her hand into his back pocket, squeezing his ass. “It really is, baby.” Jared’s looking at him over her shoulder, open and pleased, and Jensen follows them down the hall.
He feels a little twist of something that wants to be jealousy when he sees them kissing the first time, Jared’s big hands pulling up her sweater, but then Danneel reaches for him, pulling him onto the bed and into their arms.
“Your girl’s hot, Jen,” Jared tells him, Danneel shimmying out of her jeans, moving like she’s dancing.
“He knows,” Danneel replies, tossing her pants at Jared’s head. Jensen doesn’t stop grinning until Jared’s tongue occupies his.
“What do you want, Jensen?” Jared says against his lips. “Now that you’re a big movie star?”
Danneel’s kissing his shoulder, just under Jared’s hand, which curves around the back of Jensen’s neck, a gentle weight. “Mmm,” replies Jensen, ducking in for another kiss. He doesn’t care about his movie right now, doesn’t want to think about watching himself, twenty feet tall, Jared and Danneel on either side of him, hands and elbows and knees knocking against his, so proud. It makes his chest feel tight just thinking of it, makes it all mean too much. It’s easier to kiss Jared, and reach back for Danneel, her skin warm under his hand. She’s so much more naked than they are, stripped down to her underwear, Jared still in his t-shirt and jeans, Jensen with his shirt off and the button on his pants undone.
Jared pushes him down onto the bed, one hand spread across his chest, fingers tugging at his nipples. Jensen shivers and squirms a little under him. “You were such a good psycho killer, baby,” Danneel coos, bending to bite at the lobe of Jensen’s ear. “Looked so good on the big screen. Looked so sexy.”
“You’re a freak,” Jensen tells her, turning his head to meet her mouth with his.
“It was all the glasses,” Jared says, lips moving down the side of Jensen’s neck. “He doesn’t actually look anything like that. In real life, Jensen Ackles is kind of short and pudgy and pretty fucking hideous.” He sucks in a bruise just under Jensen’s chin, and Jensen slides a hand to grip in his hair, gentle but firm, not making him stop.
“I guess I like short and pudgy and fucking hideous,” Danneel says thoughtfully, opening Jensen’s pants and reaching inside, fingers cupping the aching curve of his cock.
“Me, too,” Jared agrees. Their hands meet in his pants, and Jared coaxes Jensen’s face around for a turn at his mouth, a deep, hungry kiss that makes Jensen groan.
“Want me to fuck you, Jen?” Jared asks, low against his lips. “Want me to fuck you while your girl rides you?”
Danneel pokes his wrist in the limited space around Jensen’s cock. “Say my name, bitch.”
“Sorry,” Jared murmurs, and kisses her lazily in front of Jensen’s face, so close he can watch the shadowy flicker of their tongues. “Danneel, you want to get on top while I take care of your boy’s ass? Make him come apart from the inside out?”
“Say my name, too, asshole,” says Jensen, off-kilter and blood rushing in his ears from the sight of them so easy together.
“Jennybean,” sighs Jared, giggling drunkenly, his mouth sliding sideways onto Jensen’s again, tasting like Danneel’s lip-gloss.
“Mr. Ackles, if you’re nasty,” adds Danneel.
“I think we’re nasty,” Jared says, yanking down Jensen’s jeans and briefs in one fluid motion, leaving him naked to his knees. He mouths his way down Jensen’s chest, teeth scraping over his nipples, lips opening against his belly. Danneel’s watching him, watching both of them, her head cocked, hair hanging messy in her face. Jensen shuts his eyes and tries not to imagine how goofy he must look as Jared’s lips wrap around the head of his cock. He shudders right down to his toes as Jared starts to suck him, Jensen’s dick cradled on the curve of his tongue.
“It’s even better than the movies,” Danneel breathes, and Jensen laughs until Jared curls a hand around his balls and presses his fingers farther back, skating over Jensen’s hole. He’s torn between wanting to squirm and buck towards Jared’s fingers and not quite wanting Danneel to see him like that, like how he is with Jared. Wanting something stuffed up his ass, chasing after it with rocking hips and pleading moans. “Do you want him in you, Jen?” she asks, and her eyes are hungry, no accusation in them, just this well of lust, sucking him down like Jared’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Jensen replies, “yes.” He’s so hard right now, dick dragging over the roof of Jared’s mouth, every curl and flutter of his tongue bringing Jensen closer. Jared makes this noise that might be a laugh, might be a groan, and his knuckles dig in behind Jensen’s balls. “There are condoms and lube in the…” Jensen says, pretty coherently, gesturing towards the bedside table with his chin. Danneel digs them out, a long string of little plastic squares, a slim bottle.
She kneels on the bed beside him, watching as Jared slicks his fingers, runs them up and down the crack of Jensen’s ass a few times before the cold fades. The first one slips in easy, circling up deep inside him, making his dick twitch and dribble over Jared’s tongue. He hooks his hand back into Jared’s hair and tugs, just a little, urging Jared to take him deeper. Jared swallows around him and Jensen’s cock nudges the back of his throat until he can feel Jared start to gag. He almost comes right then, all wrapped up in wet and tight and Jared trying to take him, wanting to. But Jared pulls off, lets his lips slide over the head of Jensen’s cock with a soft squishy sound. He lays his head on Jensen’s thigh and looks up, finger still working in Jensen’s ass. “Feel good?” Jared asks, voice raw, and it’s a question he obviously already knows the answer to.
“Looks good,” Danneel says, deflecting for him like she knows he doesn’t want to say it. “But I think Jensen’s gonna need a little more than one finger.”
“Jensen always needs more,” Jared replies, and they share a look Jensen can’t quite see, doesn’t quite want to. He feels a shiver run through him.
More lube, another finger, and Jensen is starting to not care if Danneel sees him begging because it feels so good. Jared’s stretching him out, spreading his fingers apart and fucking them hard into him, and he doesn’t even know how loud he’s getting until Danneel’s mouth slides onto his, stoppering his moans. She kisses him while Jared’s crinkling with the condom wrapper, lining himself up between Jensen’s spread thighs and pushing. Jensen gasps, his mouth wide open against Danneel’s, sucking in the taste of her as Jared rocks slowly into him.
It takes a while; Jared’s dick is long and thick, and he feeds it slowly into Jensen’s ass, drawing out the pain and the pleasure of it, even when Jensen digs his heels into Jared’s back to urge him faster. Danneel kisses his cheek and reaches down, feeling where Jared’s in him, smoothing the rim of his swollen hole with one fingertip. “You love him fucking you, don’t you?” Danneel murmurs, and he feels her fingers dance away, stroking up along Jared’s cock. “You can tell me. I want to know.”
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, and Jared shifts a little as Danneel touches him, jarring the tip of his cock into Jensen’s prostate and resting just right inside him. “Fuck, yeah.”
“I could fuck you too,” Danneel points out. “Buy a strap-on, open you up. Everybody’s always telling me I must have big balls.”
“We could fuck you together,” Jared offers, and Jensen shudders, feels his ass squeeze tight around Jared’s cock. “God, think how tight you’d be then. Both of us in you, practically pulling you apart.”
Jensen can’t stop the little whimper coming out of his throat. He doesn’t think he could take it, both of them fucking him, not when his ass is already stretched so far around Jared’s fat cock. But he’s so hard just thinking about it.
It takes a second to register that the hand Danneel’s twisting down his dick is full of a second condom, that she’s sliding it down so she can take her place on top. It’s her favorite way of fucking, sliding herself up and down on his cock while Jensen lies back and tries not to come too soon. Danneel slings a leg over his waist, kneels up so he can watch her playing with herself, teasing a finger around the soaking lips of her pussy, dragging it up to rock over her clit. “Danni,” he murmurs, reaching out for her, hooking his fingers with hers, and bringing them back in, stroking where she’s softest. “Tell me how it feels, Jensen,” she says, leaning in to kiss him. “Tell me what he’s like in you.”
Jensen groans, Jared’s hips slamming his ass, thick cock getting up so deep inside him. “’S good,” he slurs. “Big.” He swallows; there are no more words. Jared’s cock is driving him crazy, Danneel’s pussy maybe even more so, so close to his aching dick. She licks her lips and slides down over him, tight and slippery, so easy around him, just like he is around Jared. Jensen reaches out to cup her hips, the soft smooth curves of her ass, his thumbs sliding up to her waist as she starts to ride him, every shift of her body bringing him down harder on Jared’s cock. He’s never done this before, and it makes him feel painfully inexperienced because he’s not even sure he knew sex could feel like this. He watches Danneel bending her head so Jared can kiss the back of her neck, the arc of her collarbone, and the pang of jealous uncertainty just makes him harder. The two of them together are gorgeous, loose-limbed and both of them fucking him in rhythm, like they know just what he needs.
“Are you gonna come for us, Jen?” Jared murmurs, lips against Danneel’s shoulder, big hands covering her breasts.
“We want to watch you come,” Danneel adds, and Jensen shudders head to toe, his dick throbbing as Jared draws a finger up between his balls. “Come on, baby, for us.”
Jensen can’t help it, groans and pants and drives his dick up into Danneel, his ass clenching tight around Jared. Jared holds himself in deep, and Jensen can feel him tense as he shoots, fingers twitching around Danneel’s ribs. She keeps moving over him, slowing a little, digging a hand between her legs and rubbing her clit. Jensen wants to help, but Jared gets there first, his long fingers sliding around and between hers, circling and stroking. Danneel moans and Jensen can feel her coming, trembling around his softening, sensitive dick. He watches Jared slow his strokes, testing, testing, and Jensen could tell him how to touch just right if he could find the words.
“Stop,” whispers Danneel, and his fingers slide away from her skin. Sometimes she can come twice, but Jensen’s selfishly pleased that Jared can’t get her there. He imagines going down on her later, sleepy and slow the next time he wakes up, making up for it.
He lies back, lets Danneel settle against his chest, her hair tickling his nose. Jensen still feels dizzily drunk as Jared pulls out of him, leaving behind sticky, empty space. He drags the condom off Jensen’s softening dick, making Jensen whimper in surprise. The weight of him leaves the bed, and Jensen crosses his arms over Danneel’s back, wondering if Jared will stay the rest of the night, wondering if he should.
Danneel lifts her head as Jared stumbles into the dresser, looking into Jensen’s face like she’s wondering the same thing. It’s not like she didn’t know about him and Jared, but this is different, the three of them all together, each of them watching him and knowing suddenly what he’s like with the other. Danneel kisses him on the mouth, keeps looking at him as she says, “Come back to bed, Jared.”
Jared meets Jensen’s eyes over her shoulder, and it’s dark enough he can’t see what Jared’s thinking, just the shadowy upward curve of his mouth. “Yeah,” Jensen agrees quietly. “Come back to bed.”
Jared puts one knee up on the mattress and says, “Scoot over.”
Jensen rolls onto his side, keeping Danneel pressed against him with a hand splayed across her lower back. Jared spoons around him, stroking a hand down his side, tapping his fingers across Danneel’s skin. Jensen closes his eyes, soaking in their warmth, the eventual tangle of their hands across his hip. He’s asleep before he can think too hard about how weird he’s going to feel in the morning.
***
There’s sun in his eyes, lips against his chin, Jared’s cock against his ass, Danneel’s breasts against his chest. Jensen feels all these parts one at a time and tries to make sense of them, struggle far enough out of sleep to fit it all together. “Think he’s awake,” murmurs Jared, teeth nipping over Jensen’s pulse, making Jensen’s breath stutter.
“Don’t freak out, Jen,” Danneel adds. “You’re just fine where you are.”
He wants to believe her, but his head is heavy and his mouth tastes like old socks, and his powers of comprehension are filtering slowly back. They’re both there, wrapped around him, Jared sweating at his back, Danneel soft against his front. When he opens his eyes, they’re looking at each other, smiling little conspiratorial smiles.
“You were good last night,” Jared says, lips closing over his earlobe. “In the movie.”
“The sex was mediocre, though,” Danneel continues.
“As usual,” Jared concludes.
They’re fucking with him. And he’s a little fuzzy on some of last night, with the dreamy uncertainty of something that can’t really have happened plus enough alcohol that it probably did. But he knows they fucked him, remembers the slick rhythm of it, Jared in him, Danneel on top of him, remembers how unbelievably, surreally, mind-blowingly good it felt. And weird. Weirder now.
“He’s panicking,” Danneel tells Jared.
“Apply mouth-to-mouth?” Jared suggests, and Danneel kisses him first, morning breath and sticky lips. But Jared’s worse, cupping his chin and bending to open his mouth to Jensen’s, tasting like sour beer and using twice as much tongue as anyone could possibly want in their mouth.
“You would have been the worst lifeguard ever,” Jensen says hoarsely, bringing a hand up to wipe his lips.
Jared smiles and kisses him again, gentler this time, and Jensen catches Danneel watching them, lazy grin on her face like this is just what she wanted from her Saturday morning.
Jared breaks the kiss after a moment, slaps Jensen’s ass, and announces, “I’m going to go make pancakes.”
Jensen rolls onto his back in the warm space Jared leaves behind and makes out with Danneel until breakfast is ready.
~fin~
Title: Everything's Better in 3-D
Fandom: CW RPF
Rating: Porn!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel (established Jared/Jensen and Jensen/Danneel)
Summary: This is what happens when you go to your movie with your BFF and your girlfriend and everybody gets drunk. Obviously. (Contains spoilers for My Bloody Valentine 3-D.)
Notes: Aided and abetted by vinylroad, who is the best cheerleader ever (apart from Danneel, because have you seen Fired Up?)
They clatter into the house at two, drunk and leaning into each other, laughing too loud as Harley and Sadie circle, looking for treats. Jensen’s lips are numb with salt from Danneel’s last margarita, and it takes him longer than it should to realize the person kissing him is taller and broader than he is, and Danneel’s just watching with this fascinated smile on her face as Jared presses him into the wall by the bottom of the stairs.
She slips her 3-D glasses back onto her face and raises her eyebrows. “Is it better in 3-D?” Jared asks, kissing Jensen sideways, sloppy at the corner of his mouth.
“It always is.”
Jensen wants to say… something, but before he can figure out what, Danneel’s taking her turn, glasses pressing into his cheek as she tips his face down. Jensen’s hand meets Jared’s under Danneel’s coat, fingers lacing together against her spine. Jared tugs them away from the wall, towards Jensen’s room, and Jensen grabs for Danneel’s glasses, needing to look at her face. “Is it…” Jensen begins.
Danneel slides her hand into his back pocket, squeezing his ass. “It really is, baby.” Jared’s looking at him over her shoulder, open and pleased, and Jensen follows them down the hall.
He feels a little twist of something that wants to be jealousy when he sees them kissing the first time, Jared’s big hands pulling up her sweater, but then Danneel reaches for him, pulling him onto the bed and into their arms.
“Your girl’s hot, Jen,” Jared tells him, Danneel shimmying out of her jeans, moving like she’s dancing.
“He knows,” Danneel replies, tossing her pants at Jared’s head. Jensen doesn’t stop grinning until Jared’s tongue occupies his.
“What do you want, Jensen?” Jared says against his lips. “Now that you’re a big movie star?”
Danneel’s kissing his shoulder, just under Jared’s hand, which curves around the back of Jensen’s neck, a gentle weight. “Mmm,” replies Jensen, ducking in for another kiss. He doesn’t care about his movie right now, doesn’t want to think about watching himself, twenty feet tall, Jared and Danneel on either side of him, hands and elbows and knees knocking against his, so proud. It makes his chest feel tight just thinking of it, makes it all mean too much. It’s easier to kiss Jared, and reach back for Danneel, her skin warm under his hand. She’s so much more naked than they are, stripped down to her underwear, Jared still in his t-shirt and jeans, Jensen with his shirt off and the button on his pants undone.
Jared pushes him down onto the bed, one hand spread across his chest, fingers tugging at his nipples. Jensen shivers and squirms a little under him. “You were such a good psycho killer, baby,” Danneel coos, bending to bite at the lobe of Jensen’s ear. “Looked so good on the big screen. Looked so sexy.”
“You’re a freak,” Jensen tells her, turning his head to meet her mouth with his.
“It was all the glasses,” Jared says, lips moving down the side of Jensen’s neck. “He doesn’t actually look anything like that. In real life, Jensen Ackles is kind of short and pudgy and pretty fucking hideous.” He sucks in a bruise just under Jensen’s chin, and Jensen slides a hand to grip in his hair, gentle but firm, not making him stop.
“I guess I like short and pudgy and fucking hideous,” Danneel says thoughtfully, opening Jensen’s pants and reaching inside, fingers cupping the aching curve of his cock.
“Me, too,” Jared agrees. Their hands meet in his pants, and Jared coaxes Jensen’s face around for a turn at his mouth, a deep, hungry kiss that makes Jensen groan.
“Want me to fuck you, Jen?” Jared asks, low against his lips. “Want me to fuck you while your girl rides you?”
Danneel pokes his wrist in the limited space around Jensen’s cock. “Say my name, bitch.”
“Sorry,” Jared murmurs, and kisses her lazily in front of Jensen’s face, so close he can watch the shadowy flicker of their tongues. “Danneel, you want to get on top while I take care of your boy’s ass? Make him come apart from the inside out?”
“Say my name, too, asshole,” says Jensen, off-kilter and blood rushing in his ears from the sight of them so easy together.
“Jennybean,” sighs Jared, giggling drunkenly, his mouth sliding sideways onto Jensen’s again, tasting like Danneel’s lip-gloss.
“Mr. Ackles, if you’re nasty,” adds Danneel.
“I think we’re nasty,” Jared says, yanking down Jensen’s jeans and briefs in one fluid motion, leaving him naked to his knees. He mouths his way down Jensen’s chest, teeth scraping over his nipples, lips opening against his belly. Danneel’s watching him, watching both of them, her head cocked, hair hanging messy in her face. Jensen shuts his eyes and tries not to imagine how goofy he must look as Jared’s lips wrap around the head of his cock. He shudders right down to his toes as Jared starts to suck him, Jensen’s dick cradled on the curve of his tongue.
“It’s even better than the movies,” Danneel breathes, and Jensen laughs until Jared curls a hand around his balls and presses his fingers farther back, skating over Jensen’s hole. He’s torn between wanting to squirm and buck towards Jared’s fingers and not quite wanting Danneel to see him like that, like how he is with Jared. Wanting something stuffed up his ass, chasing after it with rocking hips and pleading moans. “Do you want him in you, Jen?” she asks, and her eyes are hungry, no accusation in them, just this well of lust, sucking him down like Jared’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Jensen replies, “yes.” He’s so hard right now, dick dragging over the roof of Jared’s mouth, every curl and flutter of his tongue bringing Jensen closer. Jared makes this noise that might be a laugh, might be a groan, and his knuckles dig in behind Jensen’s balls. “There are condoms and lube in the…” Jensen says, pretty coherently, gesturing towards the bedside table with his chin. Danneel digs them out, a long string of little plastic squares, a slim bottle.
She kneels on the bed beside him, watching as Jared slicks his fingers, runs them up and down the crack of Jensen’s ass a few times before the cold fades. The first one slips in easy, circling up deep inside him, making his dick twitch and dribble over Jared’s tongue. He hooks his hand back into Jared’s hair and tugs, just a little, urging Jared to take him deeper. Jared swallows around him and Jensen’s cock nudges the back of his throat until he can feel Jared start to gag. He almost comes right then, all wrapped up in wet and tight and Jared trying to take him, wanting to. But Jared pulls off, lets his lips slide over the head of Jensen’s cock with a soft squishy sound. He lays his head on Jensen’s thigh and looks up, finger still working in Jensen’s ass. “Feel good?” Jared asks, voice raw, and it’s a question he obviously already knows the answer to.
“Looks good,” Danneel says, deflecting for him like she knows he doesn’t want to say it. “But I think Jensen’s gonna need a little more than one finger.”
“Jensen always needs more,” Jared replies, and they share a look Jensen can’t quite see, doesn’t quite want to. He feels a shiver run through him.
More lube, another finger, and Jensen is starting to not care if Danneel sees him begging because it feels so good. Jared’s stretching him out, spreading his fingers apart and fucking them hard into him, and he doesn’t even know how loud he’s getting until Danneel’s mouth slides onto his, stoppering his moans. She kisses him while Jared’s crinkling with the condom wrapper, lining himself up between Jensen’s spread thighs and pushing. Jensen gasps, his mouth wide open against Danneel’s, sucking in the taste of her as Jared rocks slowly into him.
It takes a while; Jared’s dick is long and thick, and he feeds it slowly into Jensen’s ass, drawing out the pain and the pleasure of it, even when Jensen digs his heels into Jared’s back to urge him faster. Danneel kisses his cheek and reaches down, feeling where Jared’s in him, smoothing the rim of his swollen hole with one fingertip. “You love him fucking you, don’t you?” Danneel murmurs, and he feels her fingers dance away, stroking up along Jared’s cock. “You can tell me. I want to know.”
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, and Jared shifts a little as Danneel touches him, jarring the tip of his cock into Jensen’s prostate and resting just right inside him. “Fuck, yeah.”
“I could fuck you too,” Danneel points out. “Buy a strap-on, open you up. Everybody’s always telling me I must have big balls.”
“We could fuck you together,” Jared offers, and Jensen shudders, feels his ass squeeze tight around Jared’s cock. “God, think how tight you’d be then. Both of us in you, practically pulling you apart.”
Jensen can’t stop the little whimper coming out of his throat. He doesn’t think he could take it, both of them fucking him, not when his ass is already stretched so far around Jared’s fat cock. But he’s so hard just thinking about it.
It takes a second to register that the hand Danneel’s twisting down his dick is full of a second condom, that she’s sliding it down so she can take her place on top. It’s her favorite way of fucking, sliding herself up and down on his cock while Jensen lies back and tries not to come too soon. Danneel slings a leg over his waist, kneels up so he can watch her playing with herself, teasing a finger around the soaking lips of her pussy, dragging it up to rock over her clit. “Danni,” he murmurs, reaching out for her, hooking his fingers with hers, and bringing them back in, stroking where she’s softest. “Tell me how it feels, Jensen,” she says, leaning in to kiss him. “Tell me what he’s like in you.”
Jensen groans, Jared’s hips slamming his ass, thick cock getting up so deep inside him. “’S good,” he slurs. “Big.” He swallows; there are no more words. Jared’s cock is driving him crazy, Danneel’s pussy maybe even more so, so close to his aching dick. She licks her lips and slides down over him, tight and slippery, so easy around him, just like he is around Jared. Jensen reaches out to cup her hips, the soft smooth curves of her ass, his thumbs sliding up to her waist as she starts to ride him, every shift of her body bringing him down harder on Jared’s cock. He’s never done this before, and it makes him feel painfully inexperienced because he’s not even sure he knew sex could feel like this. He watches Danneel bending her head so Jared can kiss the back of her neck, the arc of her collarbone, and the pang of jealous uncertainty just makes him harder. The two of them together are gorgeous, loose-limbed and both of them fucking him in rhythm, like they know just what he needs.
“Are you gonna come for us, Jen?” Jared murmurs, lips against Danneel’s shoulder, big hands covering her breasts.
“We want to watch you come,” Danneel adds, and Jensen shudders head to toe, his dick throbbing as Jared draws a finger up between his balls. “Come on, baby, for us.”
Jensen can’t help it, groans and pants and drives his dick up into Danneel, his ass clenching tight around Jared. Jared holds himself in deep, and Jensen can feel him tense as he shoots, fingers twitching around Danneel’s ribs. She keeps moving over him, slowing a little, digging a hand between her legs and rubbing her clit. Jensen wants to help, but Jared gets there first, his long fingers sliding around and between hers, circling and stroking. Danneel moans and Jensen can feel her coming, trembling around his softening, sensitive dick. He watches Jared slow his strokes, testing, testing, and Jensen could tell him how to touch just right if he could find the words.
“Stop,” whispers Danneel, and his fingers slide away from her skin. Sometimes she can come twice, but Jensen’s selfishly pleased that Jared can’t get her there. He imagines going down on her later, sleepy and slow the next time he wakes up, making up for it.
He lies back, lets Danneel settle against his chest, her hair tickling his nose. Jensen still feels dizzily drunk as Jared pulls out of him, leaving behind sticky, empty space. He drags the condom off Jensen’s softening dick, making Jensen whimper in surprise. The weight of him leaves the bed, and Jensen crosses his arms over Danneel’s back, wondering if Jared will stay the rest of the night, wondering if he should.
Danneel lifts her head as Jared stumbles into the dresser, looking into Jensen’s face like she’s wondering the same thing. It’s not like she didn’t know about him and Jared, but this is different, the three of them all together, each of them watching him and knowing suddenly what he’s like with the other. Danneel kisses him on the mouth, keeps looking at him as she says, “Come back to bed, Jared.”
Jared meets Jensen’s eyes over her shoulder, and it’s dark enough he can’t see what Jared’s thinking, just the shadowy upward curve of his mouth. “Yeah,” Jensen agrees quietly. “Come back to bed.”
Jared puts one knee up on the mattress and says, “Scoot over.”
Jensen rolls onto his side, keeping Danneel pressed against him with a hand splayed across her lower back. Jared spoons around him, stroking a hand down his side, tapping his fingers across Danneel’s skin. Jensen closes his eyes, soaking in their warmth, the eventual tangle of their hands across his hip. He’s asleep before he can think too hard about how weird he’s going to feel in the morning.
***
There’s sun in his eyes, lips against his chin, Jared’s cock against his ass, Danneel’s breasts against his chest. Jensen feels all these parts one at a time and tries to make sense of them, struggle far enough out of sleep to fit it all together. “Think he’s awake,” murmurs Jared, teeth nipping over Jensen’s pulse, making Jensen’s breath stutter.
“Don’t freak out, Jen,” Danneel adds. “You’re just fine where you are.”
He wants to believe her, but his head is heavy and his mouth tastes like old socks, and his powers of comprehension are filtering slowly back. They’re both there, wrapped around him, Jared sweating at his back, Danneel soft against his front. When he opens his eyes, they’re looking at each other, smiling little conspiratorial smiles.
“You were good last night,” Jared says, lips closing over his earlobe. “In the movie.”
“The sex was mediocre, though,” Danneel continues.
“As usual,” Jared concludes.
They’re fucking with him. And he’s a little fuzzy on some of last night, with the dreamy uncertainty of something that can’t really have happened plus enough alcohol that it probably did. But he knows they fucked him, remembers the slick rhythm of it, Jared in him, Danneel on top of him, remembers how unbelievably, surreally, mind-blowingly good it felt. And weird. Weirder now.
“He’s panicking,” Danneel tells Jared.
“Apply mouth-to-mouth?” Jared suggests, and Danneel kisses him first, morning breath and sticky lips. But Jared’s worse, cupping his chin and bending to open his mouth to Jensen’s, tasting like sour beer and using twice as much tongue as anyone could possibly want in their mouth.
“You would have been the worst lifeguard ever,” Jensen says hoarsely, bringing a hand up to wipe his lips.
Jared smiles and kisses him again, gentler this time, and Jensen catches Danneel watching them, lazy grin on her face like this is just what she wanted from her Saturday morning.
Jared breaks the kiss after a moment, slaps Jensen’s ass, and announces, “I’m going to go make pancakes.”
Jensen rolls onto his back in the warm space Jared leaves behind and makes out with Danneel until breakfast is ready.
~fin~