[bandom] FIC: "Triumvirate," Gabe/William/Travis, NC17
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Title: Triumvirate
Authors: stephanometra and t_usual_suspect
Pairing: Gabe/William/Travis
Rating: Quite NC17
Summary: There's a time and a place for everything. Too bad Gabe's missing it.
Warnings: Threesome porn of the hot, long-legged variety, which you really ought to have been able to guess.
Notes: Written ages ago for e5chat storytime, shelved in deference to bandombigbang taking over the internet, and now prettied up and posted for your reading pleasure! Thanks to burgaw for the beta. 4500 words (!).
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The thing about waiting is that it sucks.
William nuzzled into Travis' neck, wrapping long limbs around his shoulders. "Tired," he mumbled, eyes closed. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of smoke and sweat and Travis, and let it out in a huff. "He's late, damn it."
Travis chuckled softly, leaning back into the couch a little bit. "Yeah, he is, but I bet he's got a good reason."
As if on cue, Travis' pocket started to vibrate, the tinny sound of Timberlake muffled by denim making William giggle. "Dude, you still haven't changed that?" William asked as Travis freed a hand and dug his phone out of his pocket.
"No, why bother? He'd just change it back," Travis responded, finally pulling the phone out and opening it. "Gabanti, you're missing all the fun."
"Not my fuckin' fault, dude, fuckin' plane was late." William was close enough to hear Gabe's voice come through the phone, and he smiled against Travis' neck. "Also, fun? What fun? You can't have fun at my place without me; it's against the rules."
"Should have grabbed an earlier flight," Travis said reasonably, his finger inching under William's waistband. William's breath caught, and he wriggled just the tiniest bit closer.
"Yeah, because I totally set this trip up. What the fuck, man, could you try and not kill us? I'd like to get back to my house in one piece. I've got friends waiting for me."
William didn't bother to hold back his moan; in fact, he moaned louder as Travie's hand slipped down far enough to gently squeeze one ass cheek. He hadn't bothered with underwear that morning, and Travis' palm was warm against his skin.
"Travis, stop fucking molesting him on my couch. And you, pay attention to the fucking road." Gabe slipped into a stream of vicious-sounding Spanish, and William and Travis both snickered.
"Why should I? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. I've got a William, some supplies, and a boner. What would you do if you were me?"
Gabe inhaled sharply, the sound of it both whisper-quiet and deafening over the phone, and at first William thought they might have pushed Gabe too far, and really pissed him off. It didn't happen often; they were all pretty good about knowing the others' limits.
Then, soft because it was the phone, and loud because they were all waiting, Gabe breathed out slowly. "You know what I'd do, Travie," he said quietly. "Or do you want me to tell you?"
William rocked against Travis' leg and spoke for them both. "Tell us, Gabe. Tell me what you want me to do."
Travis turned his head and caught William's mouth with his own, and kissed him, hot and filthy. They nearly missed Gabe's first instructions, caught up so fucking fast in each other that Travis almost completely forgot about the phone.
"Get naked, William. Strip your clothes off and show off that gorgeous body. Travis, put the fucking thing on speaker, already."
Travis pulled away with one last lick to William's kiss-swollen lower lip, and pressed the appropriate button on his phone. "You heard the man, Billvy. Clothes. Floor. Now."
William made a noise that was halfway between a giggle and a whimper and slid out of Travis' lap, swaying a little as he got to his feet.
"He's wearing the button-fly jeans again, isn't he?" Gabe asked.
"Yeah," Travis replied, looking up sloe-eyed at William, who was toying with the hem of his shirt, looking stoned and kiss-drunk and totally fucking gorgeous. "Hasn't got anything on under them, either."
"Does he ever?"
"Not that I can recall." Travis paused, licked his lips. "He's so fucking graceful, man, even when he's punch drunk like this."
"Like he could ever be anything else." Gabe's fond smile came through loud and clear over the line.
William grinned and started to work off his shirt, carefully shifting and twisting his torso so that his muscles moved in smooth undulations. He hummed some random tune softly to himself, grin shifting to a smirk when Travis visibly swallowed.
"Tell me what else he's got on," Gabe said.
"He was wearing a white vee-neck shirt, ripped over his right hip." William tossed it at Travis, who caught it and draped it around his neck.
"Hey, I know that shirt."
"You tore that shirt," William said, as he skimmed his hands down his torso. He played with the top button on his jeans for a moment before slowly easing it out of its hole. "With your teeth."
Gabe made an impatient noise, his tone taking on a hard edge. "William, you're teasing too much. I'm going to tell Travie to rip those off of you."
William shivered, but he didn't say anything; he just moved faster, popping the buttons open on his jeans until they sagged low over his hips. His cock curved up toward his belly, hard and already a little wet, framed by faded blue denim.
"He wants to touch himself, Gabe," Travis said, picking up the narrative again. "His hands are hovering, wanting to stroke, but he's being so good, and not doing it. He's just pushing his jeans down. Shit, he's working it; those hips shouldn't be legal."
That made William smirk again. He cocked his hip out to the side and sneakily palmed his cock as he stepped out of his jeans.
"And now they're off, kicked to the side, and he's standing in front of me, completely naked." Travis kept his eyes locked on William's, hot and dark.
William just stared back, his eyes sharp and bright and knowing, everything about his posture screaming sex. They were both enjoying the game―how could they not?―but William fucking loved this shit, craved it, got off on it like nothing else, and they all knew it.
Travis found that honesty, that desire, hotter than anything else.
Gabe took a breath. "Good boy, William. Now I want you to undress Travis. And I want you to make sure he's hard and ready to fuck you, while you open yourself up."
William shuddered and bit his lip hard. "Yeah...yes, I can do that," he managed to say, and took two careful steps forward. He carefully reached out and started unzipping Travis' hoodie, his eyes never looking away from Travis'. Both of them were breathing fast, William's more ragged but they were equally caught up in it, so turned on that every brush of William's fingers against Travis' chest was like a shock, a brand.
"You need to tell me what's going on, boys." Gabe's voice came through the speaker, jolting them both.
"Sorry," Travis mumbled. "He's taking off my hoodie, dropping it onto the couch. Now my shirt―ngh, fuck!"
William smirked a little bit and blinked innocently at Travis as Gabe demanded to know what the hell had just happened
"Fucker just..." Travis swallowed. "Fucker just mouthed my piercings, and then bit my nipple around them."
"William, that was cruel." Gabe's voice was hard as steel, unforgiving and promising retribution. "Wait... what?"
"Uh, surprise." Travis sounded sheepish.
Still grinning up at Travis, William put his mouth close to the phone. "He got his nipples pierced a few days ago, as a surprise for you."
Travis groaned as Gabe let slip another stream of Spanish that sounded halfway between angry and turned-on, finishing with, "No, fuckhead, I'm not talking to you; stop looking at me like that and keep driving."
"Hey, it's not the driver's fault," William said. "Don't be a dick." He leaned forward and bit at Travis' chest again, close enough to an oversensitive nipple that Travis hissed and bucked his hips.
"You can't just say shit like that," Gabe complained.
"Dude, I didn't expect to be telling you over the phone." Travis sounded grumpy, but he was fighting a grin.
William laughed and went to work on Travis' jeans, sinking to his knees as he pushed the fabric down his legs. "I need the lube, Travie," he said, looking up through his lashes, smirk back in place. "Or I'm not going to be able to do this the way I've been told."
"Oh, you little shit." Gabe sounded utterly delighted. "Your ass is so mine when I get there."
Travis snorted, but he kicked off his pants and went over to the table where they'd optimistically―or maybe not so optimistically, and more realistically―set out condoms and lube earlier. "There's the fuckin' lube, Billvy, so you can behave," he said, tossing the bottle and a handful of rubbers at William, voice teasing as he came back to where William had settled on his knees.
"Ruining my fun," William said, pouting, but he flipped open the top of the lube and poured some over his fingers, shifting his legs apart as Travis took another step closer. He leaned forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to the crease of Travis' thigh. "What if I don't want to behave?"
"Less chatter, William Beckett," Gabe ordered. "I'm just a few minutes away and I want you ready for me. And Travis?"
"Yeah?" Travie's voice was a little hoarse already as he watched William lapping gently at the head of his cock. "What, Gabe?"
"Don't come."
Travis groaned out enough curses that William actually looked up in astonishment. Gabe was usually the one to let out the string of expletives. Travie cursed, but not like that.
Gabe's dark chuckle echoed through the phone and William knew that they were all in for it when Gabe made it through that door. "William, get to work. Travis, talk to me."
William groaned and rubbed his slick finger against his hole, nuzzling gently at Travis for just a moment before flicking his tongue against the ridge at the head of Travis' cock.
Travis hissed softly and looked down at William, who was setting about his assigned tasks with a vengeance, rocking back on his hand as he took Travis deeper into his mouth. "He has one hand between his legs, fingering himself open. I think he might have―William, you played earlier, didn't you?"
William hummed agreement around Travis' cock and worked a second finger into himself. Damned straight he had, one hand wrapped around his dick, fucking himself with three fingers on the other; he knew what the hell his boys would be wanting, and the faster he could give it to them, the better. For all of them.
"That's my boy," Gabe crooned through the phone.
"Our boy," Travis corrected, reaching down to pet William's hair affectionately, and then continued his narration. "He's working on two fingers and I think he's headed for three."
William chose that moment to take him deep, his tongue pressed hot against the underside, and Travis choked out another curse and moved his hand from the top of William's head to wrap tight around the base of his cock. William made a small sound of protest, rubbing his lips against the circle of Travis' fingers, but even if Gabe hadn't strictly told him not to come, Travis would want to enjoy this a little longer.
"Mmm, I can just picture this. Travie, what's he doing to you right now?" Gabe moved the phone away from his mouth enough to mutter something to the cabbie.
Travis took a breath, trying to steady himself. "He's tonguing my slit every time he pulls back, and then..." William changed his rhythm just enough to match with Travis' words, and Travis' breath hitched, his hips rocking forward when William's mouth slid down again. "He's―he's all but deep-throating me," he managed. "Can't, got my hand in the way, but his lips―fuck, Bill. His lips..."
"I bet you could get your fingers in his mouth when he goes all the way down," Gabe finished. His voice was quiet and yet almost screamingly loud, right there in the room with them―he had let himself into the apartment without either of them noticing, so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn't hear him come in.
Travis gasped, twitching in shock, and his fingers loosened just enough that his orgasm caught him by surprise. William had pulled back far enough that he caught a face full, come streaking up across his cheeks.
"Thought I told you not to come," Gabe said disapprovingly, shaking his head as he sauntered towards them. "I'm disappointed in you, Travie."
Travis closed his eyes, let his head fall forward, and swallowed. Fuck, Gabe was in a mood; Travis had known from the fact that he'd initiated phone sex while he was in a goddamn cab, but seeing it was so massively different from hearing it. He thought for a few brief seconds about protesting―William's mouth, alright, and Gabe talking dirty in his ear; a saint couldn't hold up under that, and Travie was no saint―but eventually he just looked up, insouciant, and said, "What are you gonna do, fuckin' spank me?"
Gabe smirked. "No. Not gonna spank you. I'm just gonna fuck him," he said, pointing at William, "right in front of you, and not touch you all night. At all."
It took a second for the full implications to register, but Gabe could see the second Travis got it.
"Motherfucker," Travis spat. "Gabe..."
Gabe smirked and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he toed off his shoes. "I told you not to come, Travie," was all he said. Then he turned his attention to William, who had taken the opportunity of Gabe's distraction to really work himself, riding his fingers right there in the middle of the apartment floor.
"Gabe," he moaned, head tilted back so he could look up with glassy eyes. "Gabe, need you." His tongue darted out, trying for more of the come streaked across his face; he'd already licked what he could reach.
"Travis, go sit on the couch. Do not touch yourself," Gabe ordered, quickly stripping off his jeans and sinking to his knees in front of William.
He gently cupped the other man's face in his hands and licked it clean, mouth moving over William's in messy, open-mouthed kisses as he worked. Behind him, he could hear Travis flop down on the couch with a half-frustrated, half-desperate groan. Gabe nuzzled at William's throat and bit down lightly before letting go and shifting back to sit on his heels.
"Please," William whimpered.
"Shh, I've got you," Gabe said. He looked around at the condoms scattered on the floor, picked one up, and pressed it into William's hand. "Put this on me, Billvy. Then face Travis, on your hands and knees for me." He sat back on his heels as William fumbled open the packet and carefully rolled it on.
William was fucking shaking, he wanted this so badly, biting his lip as he gave Gabe's latex-covered cock a couple of loving strokes and then settled himself into the requested position, looking up at Travie with hot eyes.
Travis groaned and fisted his hands in the couch cushions, but William couldn't keep his head up to watch as Gabe splayed a warm hand on the small of his back and slid into him.
Gabe groaned, the heat of William's body wrapping around him, tight and intense. His fingers dug into the slimmer man's hips, hard enough that there would be the faint shadows of bruises in the morning. "Mine," he growled softly, bottoming out and sliding his hand up William's spine to rest on the back of his neck. Then he looked up at Travis, grinning, and added, "Both of you."
"Yeah, yours. Now shut up and fuck me," William ground out, rocking his body forward a little and then pushing back against Gabe.
Travis laughed as Gabe's expression shifted from darkly possessive to startled to amused. Trust Billvy to keep Gabe on his toes, even when he's balls-deep in William’s ass.
But Gabe just grumbled under his breath and settled into a sharp, hard rhythm. He snapped his hips forward as he tugged William's back, and made sure he was angled just right to turn William into a babbling, whimpering mess.
"Fuck," William panted, his head lolling as he pushed back with each tug of Gabe's hands, getting even more force behind each thrust.
Travis whined a tiny bit, watching the pair of them and wanting so desperately to be touching, too. He chanced moving a hand from the couch to his leg, tantalizingly close to his cock, digging his fingers into his thigh. He didn't really have a chance to come down after William sucked him off, tripping from orgasm straight back into wanthotneed; it felt like he'd been hard for hours.
And Gabe just fucking smirked at his frustration, shifting one hand from William's hip to wrap around his cock. "Like what you're seeing, Travie?" he said, working to stroke William off in time with his thrusts. "He's so pretty breaking apart like this, isn't he? Such a slut for it. He'd beg so nice if I stopped." William cried out, shaking his head, and Gabe skimmed his hand over the curve of his ass, reassuring. "Not gonna stop, don't worry. And don't you even think of touching yourself, fucker, or I will spank you."
"Talking too much," William panted. "I must...be doing...something wrong." He thrust back particularly hard on the last word.
Gabe laughed, scratching lightly over William's pale skin. "Some of us can actually use both brains at once, Billiam," he said, and then choked off a cry as William swiveled his hips and tightened around him in revenge; Gabe's hips stilled, his rhythm faltering as he came hard, buried deep inside William.
William moaned, still rocking backward, dropping forward onto his elbows so he could get better leverage to fuck Gabe's hand, and Gabe twisted his wrist sharply, tightening his grip until William spilled warm and wet over Gabe's fingers.
He stayed draped over William's back for a minute, still, just moving with William's heaving breaths, and then he dragged his teeth across one narrow shoulder. "Catch your breath now, William. We're not done yet."
William shuddered hard, fighting for breath. He fought the urge to just go limp, let Gabe's weight cover him as he slipped into post-orgasmic languor, but he still wanted, couldn't help it. He groaned as Gabe carefully slid out of him. "Gabe!"
Travis stared as Gabe trailed his come-covered hand down the crease of William's ass and slowly slid three long, capable fingers into William's body.
"Look at him, William," Gabe whispered, gently but determinedly scissoring his fingers in William's ass, not letting him come down any more than he'd let Travis. "He wants inside your pretty little ass. He wants you so bad he can fucking taste it." He crooked his fingers and lightly rubbed over William's prostate, smiling at William's sudden sharp inhale; he was just as over-sensitized as Gabe could have wished.
Gabe pressed a gratified kiss to a sweat-slicked shoulder blade and continued, "I'm going to let him, you know," his voice a soft murmur, like he was telling a secret. He scraped his teeth down William's spine, dragging his tongue over the dimples in his lower back, teasing and tormenting in a way designed to keep William as turned on as possible. Then he glanced up, eyes locking with Travis' over William's shoulder.
The skin of Travis' thigh was pale and bloodless under the hard press of his fingers, his cock hard and needy and arcing up toward his belly. He looked about ready to claw his way out of his skin, and Gabe couldn't just leave him like that. "Travie," he said, smiling when Travis moaned and flexed his hips, thrusting up at nothing. "Condom. Lube. Now."
Eyes widening, Travis scrambled to obey, not wanting to find out if he would be left hanging all night if he disobeyed now. Bad enough he had had to watch that without touching or being touched; Gabe had been gone too long for Travis to let anything else screw this up.
"I can," William managed to say, shuddering as Gabe traced his pinky finger around his rim, like he was flirting with the idea of slipping it in.
"No, you can't," Gabe said easily, dragging his fingertips over William's prostate again. "He can take care of himself."
Travis moaned as he slicked up his cock, fingers shiny with lube, arching up into his own touch. It felt amazing after going so long without a hand on him; he was glad he'd come earlier, or he'd be fucking gone now.
Gabe still made him wait for it; he was enjoying watching William watch Travis touch himself, loving the hot little full-body shivers he could feel from the inside whenever his fingers hit just the right spot. But finally, he slipped his fingers free and tugged William back and up, stroking his back, the long line of his thigh as they stood.
"You want him, Billiam?" he murmured in William's ear, reaching down to stroke William's cock with two gentle fingers.
William's eyes sought Travis', hot and dark with lust. "You know I do," he said.
Gabe grinned. "Then ride him," he said, and gave him a little push forward.
Moaning, William stepped forward on unsteady legs, planting a foot on either side Travis' knees and then falling backward so he was straddling Travis' lap. Then Gabe was urging William up, giving Travis a look that had the other man holding his prick steady, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
"Jesus," William groaned, sinking down onto Travis' eager cock. "Too much... Gabe, too much." He whimpered, squirming and twisting in Travis' lap, the roll of his hips belying his words.
Bending, Gabe captured William's face in his hands and forced William to look at him. "Stop," he said sharply, waiting until William was doing nothing but whimpering softly, and then he said, "Look at you, Travis so deep inside of you, you can almost taste him. You want this. It's not too much." Gabe licked across William's lips, dipping his tongue inside his mouth for a hot moment. "Fuck yourself on his cock, William. Ride him until you're both coming for me."
William shivered. He rose slightly, then sank back down; Travis moaned and caught William's hips in his hands. They found a rhythm together with Gabe settled right in front of them, between two pairs of spread thighs. He bent his head and dragged his tongue up one flexing thigh as he wrapped his hand around William's dick and started to stroke.
He alternated thighs, alternated sides, mouthing the head of William's cock as everything slowly began to pick up speed. He even dipped his head to lick at Travis’ balls, tongue catching the stretched rim of William’s ass just to hear him moan. William was panting with want and exertion, his head thrown back and exposing the long, slender column of his throat, all desperate need and wanton pleasure.
Gabe couldn't resist that kind of invitation, and stood, rising over William and bringing his mouth crashing down on the other man's for a fierce hard kiss before dragging his mouth down to nip and bite William's throat. His tongue flicked over the leather strap circling William’s neck while his fingers worked into his hair, tugging gently.
Travis groaned and nipped along William's back as he rocked his hips up to meet William's now nearly frantic motions. He was so fucking close, the burn low in his belly almost unbearable. He reached his hand around to stroke William, only to find Gabe's hand already there. Instead he laced his fingers in with Gabe's and pressed his face against William's back and fought to hold on, until―
"Jesus, you fuckers, come already!" Gabe half-laughed, half-panted. He disentangled his fingers from William's hair and reached down to stroke his own cock, hand moving in the same rhythm he and Travis were using on William. The position was a little awkward, balanced half on the couch, half on William's thigh, but he could still reach William's throat and chest with his mouth, could feel every shudder that went through Travis and William's bodies. This was what he'd missed during the long week he'd been one; these were his boys, his lovers, his...
William let out a sharp keening cry and ground down hard against Travis, come spurting onto the fingers stroking him. He shuddered, sprawling limp against Travie's chest, his hips still rocking slightly, wanting both of his boys coming with him, Travis inside of him, Gabe all over his stomach, and fuck, just―fuck.
Travis bit William’s shoulder as he came, his eyes shut tightly. It was all so fucking much, almost too fucking much: William, Gabe, all of this, the second orgasm... he shuddered himself, nuzzling into William's neck, once he’d let go, as he panted, his now free hand wrapping around Bill's quivering belly. He felt the warm, wet splash of come hitting his fingers and William’s stomach as Gabe came with a grunt, cursing softly in Spanish.
The fingers still laced with Gabe's tugged, pulling the other man down next to them on the couch until Gabe sprawled half next to, half draped across William and Travis. He brought their intertwined fingers to his mouth and licked them clean before curling into Travis' side, nuzzling into the curve of William's neck. He kept his eyes slitted, studying Travie’s chest and the slight sparkle of silver in each nipple. Mother fucker, he had gone and gotten them pierced. Gabe really kind of loved his boys. Once he recovered, he was going to have to find out how much Travis could stand for them to be touched just yet.
"So, are you still mad my plane was late?" Gabe finally said after they had all caught their breath, free hand lightly stroking William’s arm.
Travis just laughed, but William flailed an arm out and managed to smack Gabe's shoulder. "Asshole."
"Well, yeah," Gabe said. "Were you expecting something else?"
William smiled and shifted a little, his hand finding Gabe's and Travis', curling his own fingers around their still-interlaced ones. "No," he said. "There's nothing else I need."
***
Title: Triumvirate
Authors: stephanometra and t_usual_suspect
Pairing: Gabe/William/Travis
Rating: Quite NC17
Summary: There's a time and a place for everything. Too bad Gabe's missing it.
Warnings: Threesome porn of the hot, long-legged variety, which you really ought to have been able to guess.
Notes: Written ages ago for e5chat storytime, shelved in deference to bandombigbang taking over the internet, and now prettied up and posted for your reading pleasure! Thanks to burgaw for the beta. 4500 words (!).
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The thing about waiting is that it sucks.
William nuzzled into Travis' neck, wrapping long limbs around his shoulders. "Tired," he mumbled, eyes closed. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of smoke and sweat and Travis, and let it out in a huff. "He's late, damn it."
Travis chuckled softly, leaning back into the couch a little bit. "Yeah, he is, but I bet he's got a good reason."
As if on cue, Travis' pocket started to vibrate, the tinny sound of Timberlake muffled by denim making William giggle. "Dude, you still haven't changed that?" William asked as Travis freed a hand and dug his phone out of his pocket.
"No, why bother? He'd just change it back," Travis responded, finally pulling the phone out and opening it. "Gabanti, you're missing all the fun."
"Not my fuckin' fault, dude, fuckin' plane was late." William was close enough to hear Gabe's voice come through the phone, and he smiled against Travis' neck. "Also, fun? What fun? You can't have fun at my place without me; it's against the rules."
"Should have grabbed an earlier flight," Travis said reasonably, his finger inching under William's waistband. William's breath caught, and he wriggled just the tiniest bit closer.
"Yeah, because I totally set this trip up. What the fuck, man, could you try and not kill us? I'd like to get back to my house in one piece. I've got friends waiting for me."
William didn't bother to hold back his moan; in fact, he moaned louder as Travie's hand slipped down far enough to gently squeeze one ass cheek. He hadn't bothered with underwear that morning, and Travis' palm was warm against his skin.
"Travis, stop fucking molesting him on my couch. And you, pay attention to the fucking road." Gabe slipped into a stream of vicious-sounding Spanish, and William and Travis both snickered.
"Why should I? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. I've got a William, some supplies, and a boner. What would you do if you were me?"
Gabe inhaled sharply, the sound of it both whisper-quiet and deafening over the phone, and at first William thought they might have pushed Gabe too far, and really pissed him off. It didn't happen often; they were all pretty good about knowing the others' limits.
Then, soft because it was the phone, and loud because they were all waiting, Gabe breathed out slowly. "You know what I'd do, Travie," he said quietly. "Or do you want me to tell you?"
William rocked against Travis' leg and spoke for them both. "Tell us, Gabe. Tell me what you want me to do."
Travis turned his head and caught William's mouth with his own, and kissed him, hot and filthy. They nearly missed Gabe's first instructions, caught up so fucking fast in each other that Travis almost completely forgot about the phone.
"Get naked, William. Strip your clothes off and show off that gorgeous body. Travis, put the fucking thing on speaker, already."
Travis pulled away with one last lick to William's kiss-swollen lower lip, and pressed the appropriate button on his phone. "You heard the man, Billvy. Clothes. Floor. Now."
William made a noise that was halfway between a giggle and a whimper and slid out of Travis' lap, swaying a little as he got to his feet.
"He's wearing the button-fly jeans again, isn't he?" Gabe asked.
"Yeah," Travis replied, looking up sloe-eyed at William, who was toying with the hem of his shirt, looking stoned and kiss-drunk and totally fucking gorgeous. "Hasn't got anything on under them, either."
"Does he ever?"
"Not that I can recall." Travis paused, licked his lips. "He's so fucking graceful, man, even when he's punch drunk like this."
"Like he could ever be anything else." Gabe's fond smile came through loud and clear over the line.
William grinned and started to work off his shirt, carefully shifting and twisting his torso so that his muscles moved in smooth undulations. He hummed some random tune softly to himself, grin shifting to a smirk when Travis visibly swallowed.
"Tell me what else he's got on," Gabe said.
"He was wearing a white vee-neck shirt, ripped over his right hip." William tossed it at Travis, who caught it and draped it around his neck.
"Hey, I know that shirt."
"You tore that shirt," William said, as he skimmed his hands down his torso. He played with the top button on his jeans for a moment before slowly easing it out of its hole. "With your teeth."
Gabe made an impatient noise, his tone taking on a hard edge. "William, you're teasing too much. I'm going to tell Travie to rip those off of you."
William shivered, but he didn't say anything; he just moved faster, popping the buttons open on his jeans until they sagged low over his hips. His cock curved up toward his belly, hard and already a little wet, framed by faded blue denim.
"He wants to touch himself, Gabe," Travis said, picking up the narrative again. "His hands are hovering, wanting to stroke, but he's being so good, and not doing it. He's just pushing his jeans down. Shit, he's working it; those hips shouldn't be legal."
That made William smirk again. He cocked his hip out to the side and sneakily palmed his cock as he stepped out of his jeans.
"And now they're off, kicked to the side, and he's standing in front of me, completely naked." Travis kept his eyes locked on William's, hot and dark.
William just stared back, his eyes sharp and bright and knowing, everything about his posture screaming sex. They were both enjoying the game―how could they not?―but William fucking loved this shit, craved it, got off on it like nothing else, and they all knew it.
Travis found that honesty, that desire, hotter than anything else.
Gabe took a breath. "Good boy, William. Now I want you to undress Travis. And I want you to make sure he's hard and ready to fuck you, while you open yourself up."
William shuddered and bit his lip hard. "Yeah...yes, I can do that," he managed to say, and took two careful steps forward. He carefully reached out and started unzipping Travis' hoodie, his eyes never looking away from Travis'. Both of them were breathing fast, William's more ragged but they were equally caught up in it, so turned on that every brush of William's fingers against Travis' chest was like a shock, a brand.
"You need to tell me what's going on, boys." Gabe's voice came through the speaker, jolting them both.
"Sorry," Travis mumbled. "He's taking off my hoodie, dropping it onto the couch. Now my shirt―ngh, fuck!"
William smirked a little bit and blinked innocently at Travis as Gabe demanded to know what the hell had just happened
"Fucker just..." Travis swallowed. "Fucker just mouthed my piercings, and then bit my nipple around them."
"William, that was cruel." Gabe's voice was hard as steel, unforgiving and promising retribution. "Wait... what?"
"Uh, surprise." Travis sounded sheepish.
Still grinning up at Travis, William put his mouth close to the phone. "He got his nipples pierced a few days ago, as a surprise for you."
Travis groaned as Gabe let slip another stream of Spanish that sounded halfway between angry and turned-on, finishing with, "No, fuckhead, I'm not talking to you; stop looking at me like that and keep driving."
"Hey, it's not the driver's fault," William said. "Don't be a dick." He leaned forward and bit at Travis' chest again, close enough to an oversensitive nipple that Travis hissed and bucked his hips.
"You can't just say shit like that," Gabe complained.
"Dude, I didn't expect to be telling you over the phone." Travis sounded grumpy, but he was fighting a grin.
William laughed and went to work on Travis' jeans, sinking to his knees as he pushed the fabric down his legs. "I need the lube, Travie," he said, looking up through his lashes, smirk back in place. "Or I'm not going to be able to do this the way I've been told."
"Oh, you little shit." Gabe sounded utterly delighted. "Your ass is so mine when I get there."
Travis snorted, but he kicked off his pants and went over to the table where they'd optimistically―or maybe not so optimistically, and more realistically―set out condoms and lube earlier. "There's the fuckin' lube, Billvy, so you can behave," he said, tossing the bottle and a handful of rubbers at William, voice teasing as he came back to where William had settled on his knees.
"Ruining my fun," William said, pouting, but he flipped open the top of the lube and poured some over his fingers, shifting his legs apart as Travis took another step closer. He leaned forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to the crease of Travis' thigh. "What if I don't want to behave?"
"Less chatter, William Beckett," Gabe ordered. "I'm just a few minutes away and I want you ready for me. And Travis?"
"Yeah?" Travie's voice was a little hoarse already as he watched William lapping gently at the head of his cock. "What, Gabe?"
"Don't come."
Travis groaned out enough curses that William actually looked up in astonishment. Gabe was usually the one to let out the string of expletives. Travie cursed, but not like that.
Gabe's dark chuckle echoed through the phone and William knew that they were all in for it when Gabe made it through that door. "William, get to work. Travis, talk to me."
William groaned and rubbed his slick finger against his hole, nuzzling gently at Travis for just a moment before flicking his tongue against the ridge at the head of Travis' cock.
Travis hissed softly and looked down at William, who was setting about his assigned tasks with a vengeance, rocking back on his hand as he took Travis deeper into his mouth. "He has one hand between his legs, fingering himself open. I think he might have―William, you played earlier, didn't you?"
William hummed agreement around Travis' cock and worked a second finger into himself. Damned straight he had, one hand wrapped around his dick, fucking himself with three fingers on the other; he knew what the hell his boys would be wanting, and the faster he could give it to them, the better. For all of them.
"That's my boy," Gabe crooned through the phone.
"Our boy," Travis corrected, reaching down to pet William's hair affectionately, and then continued his narration. "He's working on two fingers and I think he's headed for three."
William chose that moment to take him deep, his tongue pressed hot against the underside, and Travis choked out another curse and moved his hand from the top of William's head to wrap tight around the base of his cock. William made a small sound of protest, rubbing his lips against the circle of Travis' fingers, but even if Gabe hadn't strictly told him not to come, Travis would want to enjoy this a little longer.
"Mmm, I can just picture this. Travie, what's he doing to you right now?" Gabe moved the phone away from his mouth enough to mutter something to the cabbie.
Travis took a breath, trying to steady himself. "He's tonguing my slit every time he pulls back, and then..." William changed his rhythm just enough to match with Travis' words, and Travis' breath hitched, his hips rocking forward when William's mouth slid down again. "He's―he's all but deep-throating me," he managed. "Can't, got my hand in the way, but his lips―fuck, Bill. His lips..."
"I bet you could get your fingers in his mouth when he goes all the way down," Gabe finished. His voice was quiet and yet almost screamingly loud, right there in the room with them―he had let himself into the apartment without either of them noticing, so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn't hear him come in.
Travis gasped, twitching in shock, and his fingers loosened just enough that his orgasm caught him by surprise. William had pulled back far enough that he caught a face full, come streaking up across his cheeks.
"Thought I told you not to come," Gabe said disapprovingly, shaking his head as he sauntered towards them. "I'm disappointed in you, Travie."
Travis closed his eyes, let his head fall forward, and swallowed. Fuck, Gabe was in a mood; Travis had known from the fact that he'd initiated phone sex while he was in a goddamn cab, but seeing it was so massively different from hearing it. He thought for a few brief seconds about protesting―William's mouth, alright, and Gabe talking dirty in his ear; a saint couldn't hold up under that, and Travie was no saint―but eventually he just looked up, insouciant, and said, "What are you gonna do, fuckin' spank me?"
Gabe smirked. "No. Not gonna spank you. I'm just gonna fuck him," he said, pointing at William, "right in front of you, and not touch you all night. At all."
It took a second for the full implications to register, but Gabe could see the second Travis got it.
"Motherfucker," Travis spat. "Gabe..."
Gabe smirked and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he toed off his shoes. "I told you not to come, Travie," was all he said. Then he turned his attention to William, who had taken the opportunity of Gabe's distraction to really work himself, riding his fingers right there in the middle of the apartment floor.
"Gabe," he moaned, head tilted back so he could look up with glassy eyes. "Gabe, need you." His tongue darted out, trying for more of the come streaked across his face; he'd already licked what he could reach.
"Travis, go sit on the couch. Do not touch yourself," Gabe ordered, quickly stripping off his jeans and sinking to his knees in front of William.
He gently cupped the other man's face in his hands and licked it clean, mouth moving over William's in messy, open-mouthed kisses as he worked. Behind him, he could hear Travis flop down on the couch with a half-frustrated, half-desperate groan. Gabe nuzzled at William's throat and bit down lightly before letting go and shifting back to sit on his heels.
"Please," William whimpered.
"Shh, I've got you," Gabe said. He looked around at the condoms scattered on the floor, picked one up, and pressed it into William's hand. "Put this on me, Billvy. Then face Travis, on your hands and knees for me." He sat back on his heels as William fumbled open the packet and carefully rolled it on.
William was fucking shaking, he wanted this so badly, biting his lip as he gave Gabe's latex-covered cock a couple of loving strokes and then settled himself into the requested position, looking up at Travie with hot eyes.
Travis groaned and fisted his hands in the couch cushions, but William couldn't keep his head up to watch as Gabe splayed a warm hand on the small of his back and slid into him.
Gabe groaned, the heat of William's body wrapping around him, tight and intense. His fingers dug into the slimmer man's hips, hard enough that there would be the faint shadows of bruises in the morning. "Mine," he growled softly, bottoming out and sliding his hand up William's spine to rest on the back of his neck. Then he looked up at Travis, grinning, and added, "Both of you."
"Yeah, yours. Now shut up and fuck me," William ground out, rocking his body forward a little and then pushing back against Gabe.
Travis laughed as Gabe's expression shifted from darkly possessive to startled to amused. Trust Billvy to keep Gabe on his toes, even when he's balls-deep in William’s ass.
But Gabe just grumbled under his breath and settled into a sharp, hard rhythm. He snapped his hips forward as he tugged William's back, and made sure he was angled just right to turn William into a babbling, whimpering mess.
"Fuck," William panted, his head lolling as he pushed back with each tug of Gabe's hands, getting even more force behind each thrust.
Travis whined a tiny bit, watching the pair of them and wanting so desperately to be touching, too. He chanced moving a hand from the couch to his leg, tantalizingly close to his cock, digging his fingers into his thigh. He didn't really have a chance to come down after William sucked him off, tripping from orgasm straight back into wanthotneed; it felt like he'd been hard for hours.
And Gabe just fucking smirked at his frustration, shifting one hand from William's hip to wrap around his cock. "Like what you're seeing, Travie?" he said, working to stroke William off in time with his thrusts. "He's so pretty breaking apart like this, isn't he? Such a slut for it. He'd beg so nice if I stopped." William cried out, shaking his head, and Gabe skimmed his hand over the curve of his ass, reassuring. "Not gonna stop, don't worry. And don't you even think of touching yourself, fucker, or I will spank you."
"Talking too much," William panted. "I must...be doing...something wrong." He thrust back particularly hard on the last word.
Gabe laughed, scratching lightly over William's pale skin. "Some of us can actually use both brains at once, Billiam," he said, and then choked off a cry as William swiveled his hips and tightened around him in revenge; Gabe's hips stilled, his rhythm faltering as he came hard, buried deep inside William.
William moaned, still rocking backward, dropping forward onto his elbows so he could get better leverage to fuck Gabe's hand, and Gabe twisted his wrist sharply, tightening his grip until William spilled warm and wet over Gabe's fingers.
He stayed draped over William's back for a minute, still, just moving with William's heaving breaths, and then he dragged his teeth across one narrow shoulder. "Catch your breath now, William. We're not done yet."
William shuddered hard, fighting for breath. He fought the urge to just go limp, let Gabe's weight cover him as he slipped into post-orgasmic languor, but he still wanted, couldn't help it. He groaned as Gabe carefully slid out of him. "Gabe!"
Travis stared as Gabe trailed his come-covered hand down the crease of William's ass and slowly slid three long, capable fingers into William's body.
"Look at him, William," Gabe whispered, gently but determinedly scissoring his fingers in William's ass, not letting him come down any more than he'd let Travis. "He wants inside your pretty little ass. He wants you so bad he can fucking taste it." He crooked his fingers and lightly rubbed over William's prostate, smiling at William's sudden sharp inhale; he was just as over-sensitized as Gabe could have wished.
Gabe pressed a gratified kiss to a sweat-slicked shoulder blade and continued, "I'm going to let him, you know," his voice a soft murmur, like he was telling a secret. He scraped his teeth down William's spine, dragging his tongue over the dimples in his lower back, teasing and tormenting in a way designed to keep William as turned on as possible. Then he glanced up, eyes locking with Travis' over William's shoulder.
The skin of Travis' thigh was pale and bloodless under the hard press of his fingers, his cock hard and needy and arcing up toward his belly. He looked about ready to claw his way out of his skin, and Gabe couldn't just leave him like that. "Travie," he said, smiling when Travis moaned and flexed his hips, thrusting up at nothing. "Condom. Lube. Now."
Eyes widening, Travis scrambled to obey, not wanting to find out if he would be left hanging all night if he disobeyed now. Bad enough he had had to watch that without touching or being touched; Gabe had been gone too long for Travis to let anything else screw this up.
"I can," William managed to say, shuddering as Gabe traced his pinky finger around his rim, like he was flirting with the idea of slipping it in.
"No, you can't," Gabe said easily, dragging his fingertips over William's prostate again. "He can take care of himself."
Travis moaned as he slicked up his cock, fingers shiny with lube, arching up into his own touch. It felt amazing after going so long without a hand on him; he was glad he'd come earlier, or he'd be fucking gone now.
Gabe still made him wait for it; he was enjoying watching William watch Travis touch himself, loving the hot little full-body shivers he could feel from the inside whenever his fingers hit just the right spot. But finally, he slipped his fingers free and tugged William back and up, stroking his back, the long line of his thigh as they stood.
"You want him, Billiam?" he murmured in William's ear, reaching down to stroke William's cock with two gentle fingers.
William's eyes sought Travis', hot and dark with lust. "You know I do," he said.
Gabe grinned. "Then ride him," he said, and gave him a little push forward.
Moaning, William stepped forward on unsteady legs, planting a foot on either side Travis' knees and then falling backward so he was straddling Travis' lap. Then Gabe was urging William up, giving Travis a look that had the other man holding his prick steady, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
"Jesus," William groaned, sinking down onto Travis' eager cock. "Too much... Gabe, too much." He whimpered, squirming and twisting in Travis' lap, the roll of his hips belying his words.
Bending, Gabe captured William's face in his hands and forced William to look at him. "Stop," he said sharply, waiting until William was doing nothing but whimpering softly, and then he said, "Look at you, Travis so deep inside of you, you can almost taste him. You want this. It's not too much." Gabe licked across William's lips, dipping his tongue inside his mouth for a hot moment. "Fuck yourself on his cock, William. Ride him until you're both coming for me."
William shivered. He rose slightly, then sank back down; Travis moaned and caught William's hips in his hands. They found a rhythm together with Gabe settled right in front of them, between two pairs of spread thighs. He bent his head and dragged his tongue up one flexing thigh as he wrapped his hand around William's dick and started to stroke.
He alternated thighs, alternated sides, mouthing the head of William's cock as everything slowly began to pick up speed. He even dipped his head to lick at Travis’ balls, tongue catching the stretched rim of William’s ass just to hear him moan. William was panting with want and exertion, his head thrown back and exposing the long, slender column of his throat, all desperate need and wanton pleasure.
Gabe couldn't resist that kind of invitation, and stood, rising over William and bringing his mouth crashing down on the other man's for a fierce hard kiss before dragging his mouth down to nip and bite William's throat. His tongue flicked over the leather strap circling William’s neck while his fingers worked into his hair, tugging gently.
Travis groaned and nipped along William's back as he rocked his hips up to meet William's now nearly frantic motions. He was so fucking close, the burn low in his belly almost unbearable. He reached his hand around to stroke William, only to find Gabe's hand already there. Instead he laced his fingers in with Gabe's and pressed his face against William's back and fought to hold on, until―
"Jesus, you fuckers, come already!" Gabe half-laughed, half-panted. He disentangled his fingers from William's hair and reached down to stroke his own cock, hand moving in the same rhythm he and Travis were using on William. The position was a little awkward, balanced half on the couch, half on William's thigh, but he could still reach William's throat and chest with his mouth, could feel every shudder that went through Travis and William's bodies. This was what he'd missed during the long week he'd been one; these were his boys, his lovers, his...
William let out a sharp keening cry and ground down hard against Travis, come spurting onto the fingers stroking him. He shuddered, sprawling limp against Travie's chest, his hips still rocking slightly, wanting both of his boys coming with him, Travis inside of him, Gabe all over his stomach, and fuck, just―fuck.
Travis bit William’s shoulder as he came, his eyes shut tightly. It was all so fucking much, almost too fucking much: William, Gabe, all of this, the second orgasm... he shuddered himself, nuzzling into William's neck, once he’d let go, as he panted, his now free hand wrapping around Bill's quivering belly. He felt the warm, wet splash of come hitting his fingers and William’s stomach as Gabe came with a grunt, cursing softly in Spanish.
The fingers still laced with Gabe's tugged, pulling the other man down next to them on the couch until Gabe sprawled half next to, half draped across William and Travis. He brought their intertwined fingers to his mouth and licked them clean before curling into Travis' side, nuzzling into the curve of William's neck. He kept his eyes slitted, studying Travie’s chest and the slight sparkle of silver in each nipple. Mother fucker, he had gone and gotten them pierced. Gabe really kind of loved his boys. Once he recovered, he was going to have to find out how much Travis could stand for them to be touched just yet.
"So, are you still mad my plane was late?" Gabe finally said after they had all caught their breath, free hand lightly stroking William’s arm.
Travis just laughed, but William flailed an arm out and managed to smack Gabe's shoulder. "Asshole."
"Well, yeah," Gabe said. "Were you expecting something else?"
William smiled and shifted a little, his hand finding Gabe's and Travis', curling his own fingers around their still-interlaced ones. "No," he said. "There's nothing else I need."
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