Fic: The Etch-a-Sketch Seduction of Matthew Parkman
Title: The Etch-a-Sketch Seduction of Matthew Parkman
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Bennet/Haitian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Semi-crack, Whorish Bennet, Haitian Domination
Notes: Written for the rare_heroes Threesomes! Challenge and finished at the last minute. Special thanks to the beautiful Kathy for the idea. I love you, baby.
Summary: If at first you don’t succeed…
Prompt: slashyheroes15 12. Smut
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is that everything looks blue. Lighting? Ok. Whatever. Obviously not home. No reason to panic, though. Just think, Parkman.
All right. Figure out where I am. Get up. Look around.
That’s when I realize I’m strapped to a table. Now I’ve got reason to panic.
I’m breathing heavily, my eyes are moving wildly around the room. It… it looks like a lab. What the hell is going on?
A face moves into my field of vision, smiling soothingly. I ask a question, or several; they’re forgotten the minute they leave my lips. I’m almost mesmerized by his face, the glare of the light on his glasses hiding his eyes from view. It’s… scary, in a way.
And what he says does absolutely nothing to change that. “We had to drug you. I’m sorry about that.”
I struggle against the straps holding me down. “What? Who the hell are you?”
“Don’t worry, Matt,” he says, still with that disconcerting smile. “Your application was accepted out of many for a… position within our company.”
“I didn’t apply for anything.” This was just getting… fucked up. That was the only word for it. Seriously, what did he think he was talking about? “I’m a cop. I don’t… You’ve got the wrong guy.”
He laughs softly, then moves to my side. I tense automatically, looking for a way of escape. “Of course you didn’t, Matt. The Company doesn’t work like that. We applied for you. My partner and I.”
I stare at him blankly for a long moment. What is this? Have I been kidnapped by fucking nutjobs? “Right. I’m not looking for a job. Thanks, anyway.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” His voice frosts over, his jaw set as rigid as steel. Ok. Scary doesn’t quite cover it anymore. “Matt, you’re being offered a rare opportunity,” he continued, forcing the niceness back into his tone. “Hear me out before you turn me down.”
“You just said-”
“Stop trying to think, Parkman,” he sighs. “It’s just… painful.”
“I… What?” This isn’t happening. I’m not letting creepy guys tie me up to insult me. “Just wait a minute, buddy,” I growl, pulling against the straps again.
He looks at me, amusement clear as day on his face. “Easy, Matt. You’ll hurt yourself.” His hand comes to rest on my shoulder. My bare shoulder. I cringe away from the touch without any real thought. He looks towards the back of the room, at someone I can’t see. “We’re not getting anywhere,” he says shortly. “Let’s try this again.”
And then the other man steps into view, moving silently as a panther. Skin nearly as dark, too. He’s even more frightening than the guy in glasses. They exchange a look, and a smile.
Then the black man places a hand on my forehead. “You’re so hot when you do that, baby,” I hear as I drift into blackness.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is that everything looks blue. Lighting? Ok. Whatever. Obviously not home.
Before I have time to panic, a face is hovering above mine. “Hello, Matthew,” he murmurs softly. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you.”
“What?” I stare up at him. This isn’t happening. I can’t… How did I get here? “You can’t keep me here. I’m a cop.” I pull against the straps holding me down.
The man is already turning away, sighing. “Damn it. Wipe him again, honey. Third time’s the charm, right?”
A hand descends from behind me, and then all is dark.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is the two men making out above me. It’s… kinda hot. I stare, fascinated, as light fingers move over the dark scalp of the man with his back to me. Their kiss is frenzied, desperate, passionate… Everything I haven’t felt for a long, long time. I’m almost jealous. I mean, yeah, I’m straight, but I’d love to feel that intensely.
They’re plastered against each other, almost like they don’t even know I’m here. Hands fly everywhere, and I can hear moans when their lips part.
Ok, fuck it. I am jealous. And horny as hell. I know I’m not getting any when I get home…
The guy with glasses, the white guy, suddenly clings to the other with a loud groan. It’s blocked by the dark man’s solid body, but I can only guess where his hand is. I moan softly before I can stop it.
They break apart, and the man with glasses sighs. “Not again. Baby, you’re going to have to-”
“Wait,” the other says, his voice strong, dark, and accented. He takes a step towards me, and looks into my eyes. Then, with a faint smile, he leans down and kisses me.
Oh, god. I strain against the straps that I barely noticed until now, trying to get closer to him. In the background, I hear a muffled “I don’t believe this.” I don’t care. I just want to be touched, dammit, and I don’t care who does it. It’s been too damn long… I mean, yeah, I try to be faithful and everything, but… This can’t count as cheating. Who would ever believe this? Way too soon, the man pulls away. “You can let him up,” he says softly, standing aside.
The other mutters something under his breath, and then loosens the straps. But before I can even move, he takes over where his-friend? partner?-left off. I groan softly as his tongue invades my mouth. I’d never thought that being kissed by a guy could be so… nice. Wonderful. Intoxicating. It’s hard, and soft at the same time. My hands slide up to the back of his head, holding him tightly as I push up against his lips, the frames of his glasses suddenly digging into my cheeks.
It’s like the pinch that brings jarring reality to what feels like a dream. What the hell am I doing? Part of me tries to pull away, but my head is… fuzzy. I can’t figure out why I really should. It’s like being drunk. But I’m still… thirsty. Even though it feels like I’m practically drowning in the man, I can’t get enough. I’m damn near clinging to him. Fuck dignity, anyway.
Way before I’m ready to let him go, he moves away from me. I whimper and try to sit up, but the dark man places a hand on my shoulder. He’s… strong. Very strong. I stare up into his eyes, deep and mysterious. I can’t read anything behind them. It’s… weird. But I don’t have time to worry about that. He smiles and moves his hand to my jaw. “You see, Matthew,” he murmurs, his accented voice sending tremors of need through my body, “we are not going to hurt you.”
“No, we just want to… play.” The other guy smiles down at me, fingers sliding across my chest. He laughs suddenly. “And if I’d known that kissing my Haitian honey-bunny was the way to go, I wouldn’t have been fighting the urge all day.”
The other man-The Haitian-looks at him, his eyes glinting with sardonic amusement. “It was an hour, Noah. That hardly counts as a struggle.”
“Oh, it does.” The man he’d called ‘Noah’ leans over me and crushes his lips to his lover. And it’s still fucking hot. They both still have hands on me, which caress me with increasing frenzy as the kiss goes on. I groan loudly, desperately.
They break apart, and Noah grins. “You want to play with us, Matt?” he whispers, bending until his lips touch my ear.
“Yes. Oh, god, yes.” I twist my head, staring him right in his lens-magnified eyes. “Please.”
“When you ask like that…” His hand suddenly moves lower, pressing against my hard cock through my jeans. Oh, fuck. My hips jerk upwards, into his grasp. That’s just too good. Dark fingers slide around his chest, prying his buttons lose one by one, and he smiles back at the Haitian. As the shirt slides down Noah’s arms, the Haitian pulls him away from me. That’s just… cruel.
I reach out towards them and the Haitian closes his fingers around mine. “I need you to get up, Matthew.”
I’m pretty damn sure that I’m already ‘up,’ but fine. I take a deep breath and slide off the table.
Noah’s pants fall to the floor, then in a quick, fluid motion, large hands push him down to where I had been just a minute before. Oh. Ok. That’s… fine. The Haitian looks down at him, one dark hand splayed across his chest. He only says one word. “Stay.” Noah whimpers and nods. Hell, I would have, too. Damn.
And then he turns to me, eyes glinting. “Come here, Matthew.”
Oh, god. I take a step forward, and another. He slips around behind me, holding me firmly against his chest. We stand in silence like that for a moment, two sets of eyes fixed on the man waiting on the gleaming metal surface. This has to be some sort of punishment for him. I mean, it’s definitely not my fault. Suddenly those hands, soft but strong, are sliding down my stomach, fingers stopping right above my jeans. It’s really, really hard to breathe right now.
“Look at him, Matthew,” the Haitian whispers in my ear, his breath warming the skin, making me shiver. And I look. I’ve been looking. I can’t tear my eyes away. I never would have thought a guy could look so desirable, but… fuck. Lying there, panting, legs spread, trying so hard not to move… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much in my life. “Do you want him, Matthew?” the Haitian continues, almost echoing my thoughts. “Do you want to take him, to make him yours?”
His fingers deftly pry out the button of my jeans while I groan a yes. Like there could have been any other answer. My pants fall to the floor and then his hand closes around me. Oh my god. Just… fuck. It’s been way too long since anyone’s done that. I lean my head back against his shoulder, moaning with feeling. But I’m not allowed to do that long. “Keep your eyes on him, Matthew,” that mesmerizing voice whispers, fingers tightening on my aching cock. I bite my lip and struggle to obey him. My eyes just really, really want to close right now.
The Haitian reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, which he tosses to his lover. “Make yourself ready for him.”
Noah lets out a moan, hands scrabbling for the tube beside him. He opens it hurriedly, and squeezes some of the gel, lube, whatever onto his fingers. Then his hand was between his legs, fingers pressing into his ass and oh my god why is that so hot?
“That’s good, Noah,” the man whispers, pressing against my back, hand moving so painfully slowly along my cock. “He is quite a whore, is he not, Matthew?” he purrs in my ear. His lips touch the back of my neck suddenly, a burning kiss that leaves me weak. “Why don’t you show him what whores are for?” A hand goes back to his pocket, and he removes a packet that he rips open. Condom. Right. Good idea, I guess. He slides it on me, caressing as he goes. This is all too fucking good. I don’t know how much I can take.
Then he steps away from me. I sway with the sudden lack of support. Balance. Not that hard. I catch myself and look at the table. The Haitian stills the man’s hand and smiles down at him. He picks up the discarded lube and coats his own fingers, then beckons me over with a short gesture. I don’t need to be asked twice. In a second, I’m at his side, almost ready to beg for permission to fuck his lover. This is fucked up, but… so very right. But I don’t have to beg. Thank god. He directs that smile at me, making me shiver with so many things I don’t want to think about right now. Then he strokes me a few times, slickening the latex, and places his other hand on Noah’s thigh. “Now, Matthew.”
I groan and climb up on the table, settling easily between the man’s legs. His fingers dig into my shoulders as his knees clench into my waist. “Yes, Matt, god,” he whimpers before pressing his lips hungrily to mine. Fuck, but is he good at that. I push into him, hard. Control isn’t an option, not now. Not here. But he doesn’t seem to mind. I think it’s the “fuck, yes, please!” that gives it away. Just maybe. I thrust into him, again and again, his hands clawing at my back. It’s so fucking incredible. It’s so unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Intense. Powerful. I never want it to end, but I need it to. I moan into his mouth and pound into him heavily.
And then another hand is on my back, softer, but with just as much power as Noah’s frenzied attacks. “Easy, Matthew. There is still much to be done before we are finished.” His hands drift lower to my hips, holding me still.
I groan desperately, a sound echoed by Noah, but with a held back quality. I keep myself from moving with a lot of effort. I don’t really want to see what happens when you anger the Haitian.
His lips trail down my spine, making me shiver and ache to move again. I can’t take this. I whimper, wordlessly begging.
“Soon, Matthew. Soon. Do you trust me?” His voice caresses my ears, my body, my soul. There’s only one possible answer to that question.
I nod.
“Enough to let me have what I want?” A hand slides down my back to my ass. His meaning is… very clear.
I freeze, choking back the no I feel reverberating through my mind. Fuck. What do I do? I… I can’t. I want it. I don’t know why. But… it’s just… this is… I close my eyes. What the fuck. I’m buried to my nuts in a man I don’t know. Why not let the other one fuck me? Can this get any stranger? No. So why not? I nod again, biting my lip.
Noah grins up at me. “You won’t regret it,” he murmurs, hand cupping my cheek. “He’s really, really good.” His voice drops to a purr. “I like to call him the Haitian sensation that’s sweeping the nation.”
I don’t answer. I’ve got other things on my mind. Like the fact that the Haitian just slid a finger up my ass. Ok. I agreed to this. No need to panic. His other hand rubs my hip soothingly. “Relax, Matthew. I will be gentle.” His slow, careful enunciation of the words makes it sound… really nice. I gulp, nodding hesitantly.
Hands grab my neck, and then Noah is kissing me, hard. It’s good. I can almost ignore the weirdness of-oh my fucking god! I groan as something the Haitian did sends white light flashing behind my eyes, sparks flying along my nerves, and my hips automatically thrusting into the man beneath me. He lets out a choked, surprised noise and clings to me, then smiles slowly. “God, baby, do that again.”
The Haitian sighs. “Noah, you will get your turn. Be quiet.” But he does twist his finger to do-that-again. I bite my lip, whimpering in need. “Soon, Matthew,” he repeats, pressing a kiss on my back. “I do not wish to hurt you. And you,” he adds with a soft chuckle, “do not wish that, either.”
I don’t know. What I want. Anything. But I need, god, how I need… everything. Another slick finger slides in and-ah-that does hurt a bit. Ok. So he’s right. Slow’s good. I can-fuck! He hits that spot again, and it’s even more fucking intense this time. I cling to Noah. I can’t do anything else. This is just… damn.
Noah’s hands ease down my back as he murmurs reassuringly in my ear. I can’t make out the words, but… I appreciate it.
I don’t know how long we’re like this. It feels like forever, but probably isn’t. His hands pull away, leaving me achingly empty in a way I couldn’t have dreamed possible. But then I feel the Haitian settle his weight behind me. And I’m suddenly really, really uncertain about all of this. I let out a soft, hesitant whimper, and two voices automatically respond with comforting words. I take in a deep breath. Ok. I can do this. Another breath. “Ok.”
I feel him pressing into me, and oh, god, it does hurt. But two sets of hands hold me, and they both whisper soothingly. I grit my teeth and try to bear it.
“Relax, Matthew,” the Haitian murmurs behind me. “Tension makes it worse. I promise, it will get better soon.” He stops moving, and I take in another deep breath. Relax. That’s easy for them to say.
A voice of reason points out that they obviously know what they’re talking about. I mean, Noah, at least, has my cock in his ass and isn’t complaining about it. I should stop whining and let them get on with it. “I’m good,” I whisper.
He moves again, just a little, and I try not to tense up. I guess I do ok, because it doesn’t hurt quite so much. Maybe I’m getting used to it.
I try not to find that thought too nerve-wracking.
Right before I think I can’t take anymore, he stops. His fingers tighten on my hips as I try to breathe evenly. Ok. This isn’t too bad. Then he pulls back slightly and-fuckfuckgodfuck! Noah and I groan in unison as he pushes me deeper into the man. He does it again, and this time… this time he hits that spot. “Fuck yes,” I gasp brokenly as more sensation than I ever imagined floods through me. I don’t notice the pain anymore. I don’t even care how weird this is. I just fucking want more.
And he gives it to me. Boy, does he give it to me. It’s all a blur, everything that happens now. Just a big mess of feeling. It’s just building, and building, and I feel like I’m going to burst. I think I scream. I don’t know. When I can think again, I’m lying on Noah’s chest, something warm and sticky oozing between us. I’m pretty damn sure I know what it is. Yuck.
The Haitian pulls away from me with a series of soft caresses down my back. “Thank you, Matthew,” he whispers as he slides strong arms around me to help me off of the other man. Noah helps by pulling himself up to sit, giving me a spot to drop down.
He grins at me, glasses askew, and then presses a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, Matt, that was great. Thanks.”
“I… yeah. Thanks.” I stare at them in bemusement. I’m not sure if I understand any of this shit, but I’ve just had the most incredible experience of my life.
“You will see us again, Matthew,” the Haitian murmurs, and before I can reply with relieved agreement, he presses a hand to my forehead, and all goes dark.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Actually, my whole body aches. How much did I drink last night? I pry open my eyes. I fell asleep on the couch? Something doesn’t add up, but I hurt too much to really care. Oh, fuck it. I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep. I’ll deal with it later.
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Bennet/Haitian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Semi-crack, Whorish Bennet, Haitian Domination
Notes: Written for the rare_heroes Threesomes! Challenge and finished at the last minute. Special thanks to the beautiful Kathy for the idea. I love you, baby.
Summary: If at first you don’t succeed…
Prompt: slashyheroes15 12. Smut
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is that everything looks blue. Lighting? Ok. Whatever. Obviously not home. No reason to panic, though. Just think, Parkman.
All right. Figure out where I am. Get up. Look around.
That’s when I realize I’m strapped to a table. Now I’ve got reason to panic.
I’m breathing heavily, my eyes are moving wildly around the room. It… it looks like a lab. What the hell is going on?
A face moves into my field of vision, smiling soothingly. I ask a question, or several; they’re forgotten the minute they leave my lips. I’m almost mesmerized by his face, the glare of the light on his glasses hiding his eyes from view. It’s… scary, in a way.
And what he says does absolutely nothing to change that. “We had to drug you. I’m sorry about that.”
I struggle against the straps holding me down. “What? Who the hell are you?”
“Don’t worry, Matt,” he says, still with that disconcerting smile. “Your application was accepted out of many for a… position within our company.”
“I didn’t apply for anything.” This was just getting… fucked up. That was the only word for it. Seriously, what did he think he was talking about? “I’m a cop. I don’t… You’ve got the wrong guy.”
He laughs softly, then moves to my side. I tense automatically, looking for a way of escape. “Of course you didn’t, Matt. The Company doesn’t work like that. We applied for you. My partner and I.”
I stare at him blankly for a long moment. What is this? Have I been kidnapped by fucking nutjobs? “Right. I’m not looking for a job. Thanks, anyway.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” His voice frosts over, his jaw set as rigid as steel. Ok. Scary doesn’t quite cover it anymore. “Matt, you’re being offered a rare opportunity,” he continued, forcing the niceness back into his tone. “Hear me out before you turn me down.”
“You just said-”
“Stop trying to think, Parkman,” he sighs. “It’s just… painful.”
“I… What?” This isn’t happening. I’m not letting creepy guys tie me up to insult me. “Just wait a minute, buddy,” I growl, pulling against the straps again.
He looks at me, amusement clear as day on his face. “Easy, Matt. You’ll hurt yourself.” His hand comes to rest on my shoulder. My bare shoulder. I cringe away from the touch without any real thought. He looks towards the back of the room, at someone I can’t see. “We’re not getting anywhere,” he says shortly. “Let’s try this again.”
And then the other man steps into view, moving silently as a panther. Skin nearly as dark, too. He’s even more frightening than the guy in glasses. They exchange a look, and a smile.
Then the black man places a hand on my forehead. “You’re so hot when you do that, baby,” I hear as I drift into blackness.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is that everything looks blue. Lighting? Ok. Whatever. Obviously not home.
Before I have time to panic, a face is hovering above mine. “Hello, Matthew,” he murmurs softly. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you.”
“What?” I stare up at him. This isn’t happening. I can’t… How did I get here? “You can’t keep me here. I’m a cop.” I pull against the straps holding me down.
The man is already turning away, sighing. “Damn it. Wipe him again, honey. Third time’s the charm, right?”
A hand descends from behind me, and then all is dark.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Not exactly a surprise, since I’d gone to the bar last night, but… Did I really drink that much? Anyway, headache, right. I open my eyes slowly, hoping I can get Janice to bring me some aspirin. I mean, she can’t be that pissed, can she?
The first thing I notice is the two men making out above me. It’s… kinda hot. I stare, fascinated, as light fingers move over the dark scalp of the man with his back to me. Their kiss is frenzied, desperate, passionate… Everything I haven’t felt for a long, long time. I’m almost jealous. I mean, yeah, I’m straight, but I’d love to feel that intensely.
They’re plastered against each other, almost like they don’t even know I’m here. Hands fly everywhere, and I can hear moans when their lips part.
Ok, fuck it. I am jealous. And horny as hell. I know I’m not getting any when I get home…
The guy with glasses, the white guy, suddenly clings to the other with a loud groan. It’s blocked by the dark man’s solid body, but I can only guess where his hand is. I moan softly before I can stop it.
They break apart, and the man with glasses sighs. “Not again. Baby, you’re going to have to-”
“Wait,” the other says, his voice strong, dark, and accented. He takes a step towards me, and looks into my eyes. Then, with a faint smile, he leans down and kisses me.
Oh, god. I strain against the straps that I barely noticed until now, trying to get closer to him. In the background, I hear a muffled “I don’t believe this.” I don’t care. I just want to be touched, dammit, and I don’t care who does it. It’s been too damn long… I mean, yeah, I try to be faithful and everything, but… This can’t count as cheating. Who would ever believe this? Way too soon, the man pulls away. “You can let him up,” he says softly, standing aside.
The other mutters something under his breath, and then loosens the straps. But before I can even move, he takes over where his-friend? partner?-left off. I groan softly as his tongue invades my mouth. I’d never thought that being kissed by a guy could be so… nice. Wonderful. Intoxicating. It’s hard, and soft at the same time. My hands slide up to the back of his head, holding him tightly as I push up against his lips, the frames of his glasses suddenly digging into my cheeks.
It’s like the pinch that brings jarring reality to what feels like a dream. What the hell am I doing? Part of me tries to pull away, but my head is… fuzzy. I can’t figure out why I really should. It’s like being drunk. But I’m still… thirsty. Even though it feels like I’m practically drowning in the man, I can’t get enough. I’m damn near clinging to him. Fuck dignity, anyway.
Way before I’m ready to let him go, he moves away from me. I whimper and try to sit up, but the dark man places a hand on my shoulder. He’s… strong. Very strong. I stare up into his eyes, deep and mysterious. I can’t read anything behind them. It’s… weird. But I don’t have time to worry about that. He smiles and moves his hand to my jaw. “You see, Matthew,” he murmurs, his accented voice sending tremors of need through my body, “we are not going to hurt you.”
“No, we just want to… play.” The other guy smiles down at me, fingers sliding across my chest. He laughs suddenly. “And if I’d known that kissing my Haitian honey-bunny was the way to go, I wouldn’t have been fighting the urge all day.”
The other man-The Haitian-looks at him, his eyes glinting with sardonic amusement. “It was an hour, Noah. That hardly counts as a struggle.”
“Oh, it does.” The man he’d called ‘Noah’ leans over me and crushes his lips to his lover. And it’s still fucking hot. They both still have hands on me, which caress me with increasing frenzy as the kiss goes on. I groan loudly, desperately.
They break apart, and Noah grins. “You want to play with us, Matt?” he whispers, bending until his lips touch my ear.
“Yes. Oh, god, yes.” I twist my head, staring him right in his lens-magnified eyes. “Please.”
“When you ask like that…” His hand suddenly moves lower, pressing against my hard cock through my jeans. Oh, fuck. My hips jerk upwards, into his grasp. That’s just too good. Dark fingers slide around his chest, prying his buttons lose one by one, and he smiles back at the Haitian. As the shirt slides down Noah’s arms, the Haitian pulls him away from me. That’s just… cruel.
I reach out towards them and the Haitian closes his fingers around mine. “I need you to get up, Matthew.”
I’m pretty damn sure that I’m already ‘up,’ but fine. I take a deep breath and slide off the table.
Noah’s pants fall to the floor, then in a quick, fluid motion, large hands push him down to where I had been just a minute before. Oh. Ok. That’s… fine. The Haitian looks down at him, one dark hand splayed across his chest. He only says one word. “Stay.” Noah whimpers and nods. Hell, I would have, too. Damn.
And then he turns to me, eyes glinting. “Come here, Matthew.”
Oh, god. I take a step forward, and another. He slips around behind me, holding me firmly against his chest. We stand in silence like that for a moment, two sets of eyes fixed on the man waiting on the gleaming metal surface. This has to be some sort of punishment for him. I mean, it’s definitely not my fault. Suddenly those hands, soft but strong, are sliding down my stomach, fingers stopping right above my jeans. It’s really, really hard to breathe right now.
“Look at him, Matthew,” the Haitian whispers in my ear, his breath warming the skin, making me shiver. And I look. I’ve been looking. I can’t tear my eyes away. I never would have thought a guy could look so desirable, but… fuck. Lying there, panting, legs spread, trying so hard not to move… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much in my life. “Do you want him, Matthew?” the Haitian continues, almost echoing my thoughts. “Do you want to take him, to make him yours?”
His fingers deftly pry out the button of my jeans while I groan a yes. Like there could have been any other answer. My pants fall to the floor and then his hand closes around me. Oh my god. Just… fuck. It’s been way too long since anyone’s done that. I lean my head back against his shoulder, moaning with feeling. But I’m not allowed to do that long. “Keep your eyes on him, Matthew,” that mesmerizing voice whispers, fingers tightening on my aching cock. I bite my lip and struggle to obey him. My eyes just really, really want to close right now.
The Haitian reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, which he tosses to his lover. “Make yourself ready for him.”
Noah lets out a moan, hands scrabbling for the tube beside him. He opens it hurriedly, and squeezes some of the gel, lube, whatever onto his fingers. Then his hand was between his legs, fingers pressing into his ass and oh my god why is that so hot?
“That’s good, Noah,” the man whispers, pressing against my back, hand moving so painfully slowly along my cock. “He is quite a whore, is he not, Matthew?” he purrs in my ear. His lips touch the back of my neck suddenly, a burning kiss that leaves me weak. “Why don’t you show him what whores are for?” A hand goes back to his pocket, and he removes a packet that he rips open. Condom. Right. Good idea, I guess. He slides it on me, caressing as he goes. This is all too fucking good. I don’t know how much I can take.
Then he steps away from me. I sway with the sudden lack of support. Balance. Not that hard. I catch myself and look at the table. The Haitian stills the man’s hand and smiles down at him. He picks up the discarded lube and coats his own fingers, then beckons me over with a short gesture. I don’t need to be asked twice. In a second, I’m at his side, almost ready to beg for permission to fuck his lover. This is fucked up, but… so very right. But I don’t have to beg. Thank god. He directs that smile at me, making me shiver with so many things I don’t want to think about right now. Then he strokes me a few times, slickening the latex, and places his other hand on Noah’s thigh. “Now, Matthew.”
I groan and climb up on the table, settling easily between the man’s legs. His fingers dig into my shoulders as his knees clench into my waist. “Yes, Matt, god,” he whimpers before pressing his lips hungrily to mine. Fuck, but is he good at that. I push into him, hard. Control isn’t an option, not now. Not here. But he doesn’t seem to mind. I think it’s the “fuck, yes, please!” that gives it away. Just maybe. I thrust into him, again and again, his hands clawing at my back. It’s so fucking incredible. It’s so unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Intense. Powerful. I never want it to end, but I need it to. I moan into his mouth and pound into him heavily.
And then another hand is on my back, softer, but with just as much power as Noah’s frenzied attacks. “Easy, Matthew. There is still much to be done before we are finished.” His hands drift lower to my hips, holding me still.
I groan desperately, a sound echoed by Noah, but with a held back quality. I keep myself from moving with a lot of effort. I don’t really want to see what happens when you anger the Haitian.
His lips trail down my spine, making me shiver and ache to move again. I can’t take this. I whimper, wordlessly begging.
“Soon, Matthew. Soon. Do you trust me?” His voice caresses my ears, my body, my soul. There’s only one possible answer to that question.
I nod.
“Enough to let me have what I want?” A hand slides down my back to my ass. His meaning is… very clear.
I freeze, choking back the no I feel reverberating through my mind. Fuck. What do I do? I… I can’t. I want it. I don’t know why. But… it’s just… this is… I close my eyes. What the fuck. I’m buried to my nuts in a man I don’t know. Why not let the other one fuck me? Can this get any stranger? No. So why not? I nod again, biting my lip.
Noah grins up at me. “You won’t regret it,” he murmurs, hand cupping my cheek. “He’s really, really good.” His voice drops to a purr. “I like to call him the Haitian sensation that’s sweeping the nation.”
I don’t answer. I’ve got other things on my mind. Like the fact that the Haitian just slid a finger up my ass. Ok. I agreed to this. No need to panic. His other hand rubs my hip soothingly. “Relax, Matthew. I will be gentle.” His slow, careful enunciation of the words makes it sound… really nice. I gulp, nodding hesitantly.
Hands grab my neck, and then Noah is kissing me, hard. It’s good. I can almost ignore the weirdness of-oh my fucking god! I groan as something the Haitian did sends white light flashing behind my eyes, sparks flying along my nerves, and my hips automatically thrusting into the man beneath me. He lets out a choked, surprised noise and clings to me, then smiles slowly. “God, baby, do that again.”
The Haitian sighs. “Noah, you will get your turn. Be quiet.” But he does twist his finger to do-that-again. I bite my lip, whimpering in need. “Soon, Matthew,” he repeats, pressing a kiss on my back. “I do not wish to hurt you. And you,” he adds with a soft chuckle, “do not wish that, either.”
I don’t know. What I want. Anything. But I need, god, how I need… everything. Another slick finger slides in and-ah-that does hurt a bit. Ok. So he’s right. Slow’s good. I can-fuck! He hits that spot again, and it’s even more fucking intense this time. I cling to Noah. I can’t do anything else. This is just… damn.
Noah’s hands ease down my back as he murmurs reassuringly in my ear. I can’t make out the words, but… I appreciate it.
I don’t know how long we’re like this. It feels like forever, but probably isn’t. His hands pull away, leaving me achingly empty in a way I couldn’t have dreamed possible. But then I feel the Haitian settle his weight behind me. And I’m suddenly really, really uncertain about all of this. I let out a soft, hesitant whimper, and two voices automatically respond with comforting words. I take in a deep breath. Ok. I can do this. Another breath. “Ok.”
I feel him pressing into me, and oh, god, it does hurt. But two sets of hands hold me, and they both whisper soothingly. I grit my teeth and try to bear it.
“Relax, Matthew,” the Haitian murmurs behind me. “Tension makes it worse. I promise, it will get better soon.” He stops moving, and I take in another deep breath. Relax. That’s easy for them to say.
A voice of reason points out that they obviously know what they’re talking about. I mean, Noah, at least, has my cock in his ass and isn’t complaining about it. I should stop whining and let them get on with it. “I’m good,” I whisper.
He moves again, just a little, and I try not to tense up. I guess I do ok, because it doesn’t hurt quite so much. Maybe I’m getting used to it.
I try not to find that thought too nerve-wracking.
Right before I think I can’t take anymore, he stops. His fingers tighten on my hips as I try to breathe evenly. Ok. This isn’t too bad. Then he pulls back slightly and-fuckfuckgodfuck! Noah and I groan in unison as he pushes me deeper into the man. He does it again, and this time… this time he hits that spot. “Fuck yes,” I gasp brokenly as more sensation than I ever imagined floods through me. I don’t notice the pain anymore. I don’t even care how weird this is. I just fucking want more.
And he gives it to me. Boy, does he give it to me. It’s all a blur, everything that happens now. Just a big mess of feeling. It’s just building, and building, and I feel like I’m going to burst. I think I scream. I don’t know. When I can think again, I’m lying on Noah’s chest, something warm and sticky oozing between us. I’m pretty damn sure I know what it is. Yuck.
The Haitian pulls away from me with a series of soft caresses down my back. “Thank you, Matthew,” he whispers as he slides strong arms around me to help me off of the other man. Noah helps by pulling himself up to sit, giving me a spot to drop down.
He grins at me, glasses askew, and then presses a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, Matt, that was great. Thanks.”
“I… yeah. Thanks.” I stare at them in bemusement. I’m not sure if I understand any of this shit, but I’ve just had the most incredible experience of my life.
“You will see us again, Matthew,” the Haitian murmurs, and before I can reply with relieved agreement, he presses a hand to my forehead, and all goes dark.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Actually, my whole body aches. How much did I drink last night? I pry open my eyes. I fell asleep on the couch? Something doesn’t add up, but I hurt too much to really care. Oh, fuck it. I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep. I’ll deal with it later.