#sp3: chapter 4.5
Title: chapter 4.5
Author: pleasebekidding
Word Count: 3600ish
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, golf puns, my obvious crush on Alaric, mild drug references, slash (hi! Have you met me?)
Summary: Damon and Elena are at the Aura Night Club, a little freaked out by the intimacy of their most recent encounter, when Alaric shows up to give a brother a hand. Or both hands.
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: Table of Contents.
I like to think if my beloved Alaric hadn't been screwed over so badly by Isobel, he would have turned out this cool, lazy strumpet.
Thanks junkyatbest for organising.
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“Do you think all the night clubs get decorated by the same bored decorator?” Damon rolled his eyes, a little too theatrically. “I think plastic flamingos must be cheaper if you buy them by the thousand. And does the Bahamas even have flamingos?” He was babbling, and he knew it; filling silence with sound so Elena wouldn’t get a chance to say something Damon didn’t want to hear.
Elena giggled distractedly. Damon flinched, wishing he could take the night back, do things differently. It was probably a little late in the game for candles and champagne but it shouldn’t have started with an argument about Elijah and ended with them fucking in a chill-out room, for fuck’s sake.
And now, Elena seemed nervous and skittish. In need of grounding. Their friends were giving them a wide berth, sticking to the dance floor. Damon must have worn his worry on his face, because Elena gave a half-smile, perhaps to reassure herself as much as Damon.
“I don’t know,” she said. “All I know is I really like these blue drinks. Get me another one? And I want a mermaid hanging off it, this time, I’ve already got three monkeys.” she called, as Damon headed back to the bar.
Perhaps, he thought, and not for the first time, he could have saved the heavy stuff until he got home. But he couldn’t help it. Elena was like a drug. The thought of Elijah’s hands on her had been too much.
Damon cocked his chin at the bartender. “Another one of… yeah, I don’t even know what this thing was called but I know my friend’s tongue is going to be blue for a week. And I’ll take a Corona. Lime, not lemon.”
“Make that two,” came a lazy voice to Damon’s left.
Damon smirked, though it felt a little flat. “Ric. Hi.”
Alaric nodded. “Yes, actually, I am. A bit.” His pupils were dilated, eyelids drooping a little. Quite alert, regardless, but then Alaric had an impressive tolerance for a wide variety of intoxicants.
“I was wondering when I’d bump into you. How’s the Bahamas treating you so far?”
Alaric raised an eyebrow, appraising the smiling, half-drunk faces around the room. “Not bad. You here with Elena?”
Damon raised an eyebrow. “Yep.” Alaric knew him too well.
Alaric tried not to laugh. “Advance the plot at all?”
Damon winced. “Yes. And now she’s completely freaked out. Which does not bode well for the rest of my night. Or the rest of my week.”
Alaric glanced at Elena, still at the table Damon had left. She looked nervous, a little overwhelmed. And hot, in the scrap of fabric that passed for a dress. Legs that stretched to forever. Damon knew how to pick ’em. She did look distracted, though, eyes darting everywhere but where Damon was standing. “Jesus, Salvatore. It’s Spring Break. Did you ask her to marry you?”
“No,” Damon said, irritated. “Just made a few things clear. I think. Maybe.”
Damon shot Alaric a glare, but it bounced altogether too easily off his friend’s easy smile.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve, Damon. You don’t fool me and I doubt you’re fooling her.”
Damon had to acquiesce. “I just can’t believe we went from a three-way in a cabana this morning with Katherine fucking Pierce to our first couple fight in less than ten hours. Especially since we’re not technically a couple. Yet.”
Alaric’s interest was piqued. “You had a three-way with Katherine?” He was privately delighted. It was well past time Damon expanded his palate a little. And Katherine and Elena looked so much alike, it hit a whole lot of Alaric’s kinks. Suddenly, what Damon had just said sunk in properly. “Hang on. Elena? Elena had a three-way with Katherine? I take back everything I’ve ever said about her. She’s an excellent influence on you.” Alaric suddenly realised he was a little more stoned than he thought. Usually he was faster than Damon at noting opportunities for... adventure.
“Help a brother out, Ric,” Damon said. “What should I do? If I don’t get her calm soon she’s going to bolt. And then I think Caroline’s got a better chance of sleeping with her tonight than I do.”
“Spring Break, Damon. Remind her of what’s important in life. Why we’re all here.” Damon frowned, and Alaric rolled his eyes again. “To sleep with as many people as possible, while avoiding ending up on YouTube, man.”
In the years he and Alaric had been friends, Damon had found himself thoroughly impressed by Alaric’s approach to life, and his firm commitment to hedonism. The only things Alaric took seriously were his studies and his home-brewed beer. He was planning to teach history, but somehow, Damon figured in ten years Alaric would be running a cult somewhere with a couple of dozen half-naked and nubile devotees servicing his every whim.
Damon smirked again. “You might be onto something.” He paid for the drinks, and caught Alaric’s eyes, grinning mischievously. “So... come and join us?” he said, the words thick with double meanings, and Alaric raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Alaric agreed, with a glint in his eye that matched Damon’s. Damon shook his head slowly. Had a feeling this was going to be a hell of a night.
Alaric settled his lazy frame into a chair on Elena’s right, nudging her arm. “’Lena,” he said, and turned his head to watch the dancers rub against each other under the coloured strobe lights. Watching for Elijah and Katherine, truth be told, as he had plans for them later in the week. Alaric had a feeling that half an inch below the veneer of respectability Elijah was a little unhinged.
Hopefully.
Elena smiled, taking the straw in her mouth, lips in a perfect little o, and Damon actually had to adjust himself in his chair, imagining those lips elsewhere. He watched Elena’s reaction to Alaric. They hadn’t spent much time together, but he wanted them to. Preferably, starting tonight. Damon hoped Alaric had his own room, or if not, that he was sharing with a Norwegian massage student with large breasts and a taste for debauchery.
Elena couldn’t help herself - no one could - tracing the shape of Alaric’s chest and arms with her eyes. If Alaric noticed, he gave no indication. Realising she was being a little obvious, and that Damon was paying close attention, Elena returned her focus to her drink.
Leaning across the table so he could be heard over the music, Damon spoke to Alaric. “So what did you get up to today? Didn’t see you at the beach,” Damon said.
Alaric fought the urge to point out that Damon and Elena had been a little preoccupied at the beach, and cocked his head. “Played golf.”
“I didn’t know you played golf, Ric,” Elena said, swirling her drink with her straw. “And now that I know... I still can’t see it. Seems a bit stitched up for you.”
Alaric smiled at the implied compliment. “I have a firm rule about playing with a buzz on. And I don’t play often enough. I’m looking to improve my stroke.” Alaric caught Damon’s eye.
Damon took the bait. “I seem to recall your stroke is pretty good, Ric,” he said.
Shouldn’t have been possible, but Alaric’s grin actually grew wider. He leaned across the table, his arm touching Elena’s a little more than was strictly necessary. “Well, you know. Practise. Makes perfect. The more holes the better,” he said. “’course, I don’t like playing with myself. Rather play with two. Actually, I really prefer to play with three, but opportunity so rarely knocks.” He stood up. “Gotta go see a man about a dog,” he said, ambling away. Damon probably needed a moment to clarify things with Elena. Poor girl looked a little baffled. Alaric left his beer so Damon knew he’d be back.
Elena narrowed her eyes. “Is he… Damon, is Ric flirting with you?”
“No, Elena.” Damon waggled his eyebrows. “Think real hard.”
Elena was silent a moment. “No. All that stuff about stroking? I think he was definitely flirting with you.”
Damon ran his finger over Elena’s bare arm, eliciting a shiver. “Nope. He was flirting with us. Subtle difference, I’ll grant you, but significant.”
Elena’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “Oh,” she said, considering. “Um. Damon...? You’re not...”
“What? Youthful? Experimental? Up for anything?”
Elena smiled a little weakly. This week was already somewhat different to what she had imagined it might be. “Into guys?”
“Meh. Sometimes,” Damon said. “Special occasions. You and I both know who I’m into, ’Lena,” he said, face serious a moment, and then not. “And besides, you’re being a little judgmental for a girl who was gasping Katherine’s name a few hours ago, doncha think?” Damon cocked his eyebrows. Elena conceded the point with a blush. Still. She was surprised.
If she was honest with herself, she was actually feeling a little better. This was familiar ground. The brutal intimacy of her encounter with Damon in the chill-out room was a bit too much. She wanted Damon. She did. She just wasn’t sure if she wanted to want him. He made her feel too much. Raw, and flayed, and needy. He seemed to see all of her and Elena knew that was the fast track to painsville. Easier to think of Damon as the reprobate housemate, her guilty secret.
(Even as she thought this, Elena knew it was a lie.)
But at least, she didn’t have to think about it now. Alaric was... a pretty gorgeous distraction, really.
Elena studied the curve of Damon’s lip, the half smirk that sat there like a secret. “You’re not going to be happy unless I spend most of this trip unable to walk, are you?” she teased.
“I’ll give you a massage tomorrow.” Damon knocked their knees together. “I’m really good.” He strummed one elegant hand over Elena’s warm arm, making her skin tingle in a surprising way.
“I know he’s, like, your best friend…”
Damon interrupted. “You’re my best friend, Elena,” he said, meaning it.
She smiled, a little cocky, and continued. “… but I don’t really know him that well.”
Damon leaned in to brush his lips across Elena’s neck. “This is the last night you’ll be able to say that,” he said, and Elena laughed, pulling away. More relaxed than she had been in hours. “Besides,” he added. “You don’t know Katherine that well either, and you seemed to enjoy yourself this morning.”
She had to admit, she was intrigued. The thought of Alaric’s strong arms around Damon’s sculpted, slim body gave her a deep, sharp twinge. She wondered what it would be like to see them kiss. Men’s bodies were so hard, their lips so firm.
“Look,” Damon said. He could see from the expression on Elena’s face, from the way she was biting her lip - Jesus, just so adorable - that she was considering it. “Two things you need to know about Alaric Saltzman. One: he’s hung like a goddamn racehorse. And two: he knows how to handle himself.” Cautious, he tangled his fingers with Elena’s. “Spring Break, Elena. It’s supposed to be about having fun.”
Elena giggled, looking sideways at Damon, who stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “Well, let’s see how it goes. I’m not done with these blue drinks and you’ve danced with everyone but me. We need to do something about that.” She pulled the little plastic mermaid off the side of her glass and sucked it clean, making Damon’s heart race a little. The mouth on her. “How did you and Alaric meet, anyway?”
Alaric slid back into his chair. “Damon fucked my girlfriend Isobel in sophomore year. After I punched him in the jaw, I decided I liked him better than her.”
Damon nodded. “Did you a favour, man. She was sucking the life right out of you.”
**
Nearly two hours later, drenched in sweat and half blinded by the strobe lights, dizzy from the bass that seemed to make the floor shake, Elena was dancing with Damon, her ass tight up against his half-hard cock, his hands on her hips; and by some miracle of blue drinks and the Bahamas, when a moment later Alaric pinned her from the front, she threw an arm around his neck and let him. As Alaric started to lick and bite at Elena’s throat, Damon caught his eye over Elena’s shoulder and smirked.
Alaric was a smart guy, and he was right; three was always better.
**
It seemed to take forever to get back to Alaric’s room but once they were there Damon wasted no time - pulled Elena’s dress up over her head and kissed her so thoroughly her knees started to go weak. Alaric toed his shoes off at the door, grinning slyly. Damon lifted Elena off her feet and carried her to the bed, admiring the long, curved lines of her body, her swollen bottom lip, the matching red panties and bra that set her tan off.
Damon loved her like this - no hang-ups, enjoying every second of what her body was capable of feeling. “Take your shirt off,” she whispered, voice husky with lust. “I wanna look at you.” Impossible not to do what she said, with her panties darkening at the crotch, eyes blown black. Damon took his shirt off and began running his hot, wet mouth over the soft mound of her belly, mouthing at her inner thighs before hooking the elastic of her underwear down over her legs. No idea what Alaric was doing - filthy fucker was probably watching them right now. Damon would give him a show.
Alaric was indeed watching, intrigued. He’d never seen Damon so gone over a girl before. He supposed he should enjoy tonight, before Damon let Elena lock up his virtue. Alaric pulled his shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt.
Watching Elena roll her hips against Damon’s hand, Alaric felt cheered. Looked like Elena wasn’t as buttoned down as he suspected. Alaric liked a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. Frankly, Alaric liked anyone who knew how to enjoy themselves. Far too many people in the world were constantly walking around worrying about what the neighbours might say. Or think.
Damon kissed Elena’s mouth as he ran his fingers between the hot, swollen folds of her cunt, holding her down with his chest when he found her clitoris aching and sensitive and she bucked her hips up against his hand, groaning into his mouth.
“Want me to take care of that for you?” he whispered, mouthing against her ear.
“Now would be good,” she groaned, and Damon wasted no time, kneeling at the alter, lapping and sucking and fucking Elena with his tongue until she cried out. When Damon looked up, Alaric was easing her out of her bra, taking her breasts in his hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to suck and bite at a greedy nipple.
Elena was one huge moan. This morning had been great fun - but it had felt like a show for Damon. Now she had two gorgeous guys servicing her, and she felt like a princess. A really fucking horny princess, but a princess all the same, and as her eyes fluttered shut, she felt Alaric’s tongue swipe over her mouth in an upside-down kiss. He shifted again, grazing the underside of her breast with his teeth, and Elena couldn’t help it; she tangled her hand in his hair, anchoring him in place, feeling her orgasm begin to build, rocking her hips as Damon sped up. Jesus Christ, sometimes it felt like he could read her mind.
Alaric spoke into Elena’s ear - Damon could barely hear, with Elena’s silken thighs wrapped around his ears, but Alaric was holding his eyes as he spoke.
“You enjoying that?” Alaric asked, tracing Elena’s shoulder with his tongue.
Elena’s back was arched and her lips were swollen and parted, and she smiled as if to ask ‘what do you think?’
Alaric kissed her once more, messy, trailing his mouth to her ear. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend in the ass. Think you can handle that? I promise you’ll have him back good as new after.”
Elena shivered, and smiled, and it was such a sweet smile, and so damn near chaste, that Damon’s vision blurred for a moment. He knew if she was thinking more coherently she would have corrected Alaric’s misconception - insisted Damon was not her boyfriend - but he figured it boded well for the future that she let it slide.
Damon slowed down - she was so close to the precipice, and he had good reason to stretch it out, now, but it was too late; some combination of Alaric’s proclamation and Damon’s lips on her clit made her shudder, suddenly, and with a low, husky moan and a slow roll of her hips she came, hard, riding the aftershocks for long moments.
It was impossible not to watch her face, blissed out and satisfied, the tiny flutters of movement behind her eyelids. Damon and Alaric both enjoyed the view, finally sharing a knowing look.
Elena finally came to her senses, half-sitting up. She grabbed Damon’s hair, pulling him up to kiss him, to taste herself on his mouth. Pulled away just a tiny bit and held his gaze. “Do you want him to?” she asked, like a dare.
Damon smiled. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Like I told you. Special occasions.”
“Is this a special occasion?” She was slurring, a little; not drunk, just beautifully turned on, feeling adventurous. It suited her.
Damon smiled. “I’m in bed with my two favourite people in the world, ’Lena,” Damon whispered against her mouth. “What do you think?”
Elena caught Alaric’s eyes over Damon’s shoulder and smiled. She was surprised, if she was honest, about how much she wanted this to happen; how she wanted to see Damon’s face as this happened.
Alaric, for his part, was unbuckling Damon’s belt, slipping his pants down, expertly kneading Damon’s cock while Elena watched, mesmerised. Alaric slipped the condom on sight unseen, like a fucking pro, and for a second, Damon thought he was going to black out.
“I want to kiss Ric while he fucks you,” Elena whispered, manoeuvring Damon’s hips until he took her with one hard thrust.
And how was it possible to sound so innocent while saying something so… not?
And oh, fuck, but Alaric had two well-lubricated fingers in Damon’s ass already, stretching him out, timing the pump of his hand to coincide with Damon’s thrusts into Elena. Elena, who had her gymnastic legs wrapped around Damon’s back, until Alaric gently parted them, rubbing his hands from her ankle to her hip.
She really was something special. Alaric knew Damon well, knew him well enough to know that sooner or later, he was going to find a woman who moved his furniture. Briefly, he hoped it might be this one.
“Jesus,” Damon muttered, moments later, as the head of Alaric’s cock passed his rim, a moment of pain giving way to something like ecstasy, and he felt a familiar, slow stretch.
He felt Alaric’s mouth at his ear. “Been way too long, Damon,” he murmured, and Damon had to agree.
Elena uttered a muffled cry as Alaric’s thrusts changed Damon’s rhythm, and she reached over his shoulder to pull at Alaric’s shoulder and neck. Damon leaned away, and the angle was ridiculous, but it was worth it to watch the hungry way his best friends kissed each other, to hear the beautiful wet sounds they made and the whimper Elena made when Damon licked and nipped at her throat.
Maybe the drink - maybe the perfection of being sandwiched between the two people he loved most in the world - whatever the reason, Damon found himself unravelling spectacularly with one of Elena’s fingers in his mouth and his hand on her clit, bringing her with him, only a few minutes later, with Alaric’s fingers running trails over his hips and damned if it wasn’t just exactly what he needed. He felt his muscles clench hard over the long, firm pressure of Alaric’s ridiculous cock, and felt, rather than heard, Alaric moan against his shoulder.
Alaric came last, and Damon felt the shudder against his hips, just for a moment.
By unspoken agreement they had decided not to squish Elena like a bug, instead spilling onto the bed on either side of her. Damon lifted himself onto one elbow to trace circles into her belly with a slow finger, while Alaric watched, sated, pleased with himself, pleased with his friends. He ran a finger through Elena’s hair, curling it around his finger.
Elena breathed for long moments, until Damon leaned to kiss her mouth again, so tender it was almost too much; but she pulled him down closer, kissed him deeper.
It had been a big day and a big night but there was no reason to worry about the fallout until the morning. Elena trailed her thumb over Damon’s lips. For a moment she wondered if Alaric was feeling left out, but a quick glimpse at his expression told her he was amused and a little charmed.
“Hey,” Elena said suddenly, propping herself up on her elbows, running her fingers over Alaric’s chest. “Do I get a go with the racehorse dick?” She was smiling, though, and thoroughly sated; Alaric knew she was playing.
He laughed out loud. “Much as I hate to disappoint, I am spent. Maybe Damon will let you out to play again some time. A man can hope.” Elena settled herself back against the mattress, reaching out to touch them both.
“So,” Alaric said, lowering himself back onto the bed, “golf Monday?”
The three of them laughed, before curling up together like kittens and sleeping till the sun came up.