Fic: "A Fairly Honourable Defeat", Gabe/Bill/Travis, NC-17
Title: A Fairly Honourable Defeat
Authors: xaritomene and xrysomou
Rating: NC-17. Oh God, so very NC-17
Pairing: Gabe/Bill/Travis
Warnings: Possibly somewhat triggery, though there is enthusiastic consent on all sides and nothing more explicit than your average threesome sex scene. Which involves Gabe. (On second thoughts, Gabe.) It's sensitive reading material, please read with care!
Word Count: 3695. Of porn.
Summary: It starts with a chrysanthemum.
(Look, when I say there's no plot, I'm not afflicted with false modesty! This is just porn.)
AN: Written with xaritomene and posted whilst she's abroad because I did not stay up until six in the morning, drunk out of my skull, to write this, only to have it languish on my harddrive forever. We wrote this in August and I'm only just now posting, whilst my co-author is safely out of the country without the means to connect to the internet.
Quickly - title is taken from the book of the same name by Iris Murdoch, which is frankly far more than this deserves.
Also, we've written porn before. We've just never written this kind of porn before. Please be gentle?
**
“I,” Bill announced to the assembled company, which consisted of Travis, Gabe and two, now empty tequila bottles, “must protect my virtue.”
There was a rather confused pause. “Bilvy,” Gabe said slowly, “you don’t have any virtue.”
“I do,” Bill insisted from Gabe’s lap. “I do, and it must be protected.” He headed off any protest by snapping, “it is a delicate flower! It must be nurtured against the elements!”
“OK, Bilvy,” Travis said, patting his back soothingly. “Like a snowdrop.”
“No,” he said instantly, “a chrysanthemum.”
“A chrysanthemum?”
“A chrysanthemum,” he agreed fiercely.
“OK,” Gabe said, struggling somewhat to keep up with the proceedings. Bill drank a lot, but habit hadn’t eased his tendency to flit between topics ridiculously fast, often with little to no reference to what had gone before. “So, now that we’ve established that your virtue is like a chrysanthemum-”
“A chrysanthemum,” Bill agreed complacently.
“-yes, well. Why do you need to protect your virtue?”
“Against you,” Bill leant right into Gabe’s face, so close that his eyes nearly crossed.
“But... I don’t have any designs upon your virtue,” Gabe protested weakly.
“I think we all know that that is a lie, Gabanti,” Bill said grandly.
“Dude, even I know it’s a lie.” Travis said apologetically.
“Well, none that he doesn’t already know about!” Gabe protested. “Or want me to make!”
“I,” Bill said firmly, holding up a finger and focussing on it with frightening intensity, “would never take part in such lewd schemes!” He looked in danger of following his own finger off Gabe’s lap and onto the floor, so Gabe quickly grabbed his wrist and looped Bill’s arm around his neck to stop him sliding off. “You see?” He turned big, sad eyes on Travis. “You see how he treats me?”
Travis reached over to pat his shoulder. “There, there, man.”
“And,” Bill added, never breaking eye contact, “all the bottles are empty.”
Travis stared for a moment. Drunk as he was, his brain just wasn’t following. “What?”
Gabe shook his head over Bill’s shoulder. “Don’t ask.” Bill was now gazing sadly at the empty bottles, but Gabe took it upon himself to drag the conversation back to its original source. “Bill, your virtue is nonexistent. You’ve slept with pretty much everyone on our label.” Travis raised a hand, and Gabe shook his head at him. “You’re the exception which proves the rule, Travie.”
Bill was looking at him consideringly. “I think Travis would be nice to sleep with,” he said thoughtfully. “Nice, big hands.”
“You know what they say about that, Bilvy,” Gabe said, hauling Bill back into his lap from where he’d slid down a little.
“Big gloves?” Travis said, trying to break a little of the tension and disperse what was fast becoming a horribly uncomfortable situation.
Gabe laughed and let it slide. Bill didn’t. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And a big cock.”
Travis eyed the empty bottles longingly. He could really do with some more alcohol round about now. Gabe propped his chin on Bill’s shoulder and leaned his head against Bill’s, keeping eye contact with Travis. “OK, Travie, so you’ve never fucked Bill,” Travis shifted a little, “so - have you ever kissed him?” Travis smiled awkwardly and nodded.
“You’re a handsy drunk, Billiam.” He didn’t feel too comfortable pointing out that the proof of that was right in front of him in the shape of Bill sprawled across Gabe. Bill had started to get bored of mere sprawling and was starting to take things up to a more active level, lips moving across the skin of Gabe’s neck.
“So, Bill,” Gabe said, arching one eyebrow and moving his neck to better accommodate Bill’s ministrations, “you still say you’re virtuous, right? Despite all evidence to the contrary.”
“Of course I am, baby,” Bill agreed, licking Gabe’s ear.
“So, if I did this,” Gabe yanked Bill forward for a kiss which made Travis, watching, feel vaguely uncomfortable, “how would you react?”
Bill sat back, lips shiny and red, and grinned salaciously at Travis. “Hey, Travie, want to compromise my virtue?”
“Um, y’know what? I might just go home,” Travis said, standing up. “Gabe, I’m really not sure he can consent right now...”
His progress was somewhat impeded by the lapful of Bill he suddenly found himself with. “Staaaay with meee,” Bill crooned horribly, in one alcohol-laden gust, out of focus and out of tune. He leant forwards and whispered into Travis’ ear, voice suddenly comfortingly sober, “c’mon, Travie. I’m fine with this, are you?”
“Are you worried about my consent now?”
“Yeah,” Bill nodded, leaning forward to bite, none-too-gently, at Travis’ ear,” but,” he continued, sitting back up and swerving alarmingly back to drunkenness, “I am not worried about your virtue. Mine is the only one that matters! Or that exists.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Bilvy,” Travis said, giving in and letting his hands slide down the length of Bill’s back.
“It helps me sleep at night,” Bill muttered against his neck, then dragged his teeth across Travis’ pulse.
“Ow, Bilvy! What is it with you and biting?”
“He likes biting,” Gabe commented from the opposite sofa. “Biting and being bitten.”
“Being bitten, huh?” Travis said, still sprawled under Bill, hands comfortably cupping Bill’s ass, keeping him neatly in place.
“Mmm,” Bill murmured, lips soothing the spot he’d just bitten. “Love being bitten.”
“That so?” Travis murmured, fisting one hand in Bill’s hair and yanking his head to one side to bite at Bill’s neck.
“He likes it harder,” Gabe told him conversationally. “He likes the marks. I think it’s so he can wear scarves without feeling stupid.” Travis grinned and bit harder. Bill hissed and his back arched, grinding him harder into Travis’s lap. “That’s better,” Gabe said softly.
Travis took the initiative and flipped him and Bill until he was lying on top, one hand on his throat, thumb soothing over the place that he himself had just bitten. “What else does he like?” He asked Gabe, without breaking eye contact with Bill.
“What am I, invisible?”
“Nah,” Travis kissed him lightly, “you’re my test subject.”
“I can work with that,” Bill said, and pulled Travis down for a proper kiss, biting at his lower lip.
Gabe talked over the sound of overt kissing. “He likes it a bit rough. He’s so fucking skinny, he likes being reminded of how much he can take - bit of a slut, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Bill bared his neck for Travis to bite, then met Gabe’s eyes over the top of Travis’ head. “Chrysanthemum,” he purred, more of an agreement than a protest, eyes bright with amusement and lust.
“Rough, huh,” Travis murmured, lips brushing against Bill’s neck as he spoke, and Bill shivered a little, arching up into Travis, one hand coming to rest on his hip, the other curling into his hair. “But, Bill, no matter how much I want you, I’m not taking you on the carpet.”
“Oh, baby, that’s fine,” Bill said sweetly. Displaying a rarely-seen strength he flipped them over and straddled Travis’ hips, grinding down onto him. Travis bit back a whimper, and Bill grinned, leaning forward to press an almost chaste kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have you on the carpet.”
Somewhat perplexed, Travis could only watch as Bill reached down to stroke once at Travis’ dick through his jeans, before clambering off him with a startling degree of grace and stalking over to Gabe, who grinned, and all but dragged him down into his lap. Bill went willingly.
“You wanna do this here, Bilvy?” Gabe asked in a half-whisper.
“You know how much an audience turns me on,” Bill said, extremely clearly for someone who was supposed to be very, very drunk.
“You planned this,” Travis accused suddenly, the pieces falling into place. Gabe stared at him, suddenly, but Bill didn’t so much as pause from swinging himself neatly into Gabe’s lap.
“No,” he disagreed, “I planned this. Gabe’s just as innocent - in this, at any rate - as you.” He ground down on Gabe’s lap, depriving both of them of speech.
“But - chrysanthemum,” Travis managed.
Gabe threw him a frankly indecent grin as Bill laughed. “Good, huh? For the first flower that came to mind?” He shifted minutely in Gabe’s lap and Travis watched Gabe bit his lip to hold back the moan.
“Our Bilvy’s no shrinking violet,” Gabe grinned, and Bill punished him by stilling the gentle movement of his hips. Gabe glared at him, and Bill shifted backwards, away from Gabe’s clearly hard dick.
“Oh, you just had to, didn’t you?”
“You were asking for it,” Gabe returned.
“Really?” Bill said, lifting himself completely off Gabe’s lap. “I’d be nicer if you want anything at all me from me tonight.”
Gabe grabbed his wrist and Travis was interested to note his knuckles were white with the force he was exerting. “I won’t even have to wait for you to ask in a couple of moments, baby, and you know it.”
“Don’t count on it,” Bill said, turning to look at Travis before whipping his body round to look Gabe in the eye. “I have Travis now.” There was a moment of silent tension before Gabe let go of his wrist and Bill stalked over to Travis, now back on the opposite sofa. Bill’s grin was slow and he settled himself down in Travis’ lap achingly slowly. Travis bit his lip. “Besides, I like inexperience.”
“Hey!” Travis protested mildly.
“With me! I like the bumps and bruises I get when they don’t know exactly where to touch,” Bill grinned, arching his neck. Travis wasn’t one to pass up such an opportunity when it presented itself. He leant forwards and bit as hard as he could below Bill’s ear. Bill sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a long moan. “See,” he managed breathlessly. “He’s learning!”
Travis really didn’t trust his voice, not at the moment when Bill was working on the buttons of his jeans with clever, deliberate fingers, his aim clear. “Mmhmm,” he said instead. “Fast learner.”
“How fast,” Bill demanded.
“Slow enough to remember I’m not taking you here,” Travis said firmly. “You’ll have to take Mr. Rough and Experienced for that.” For a moment, he regretted speaking because Bill’s hand was inching slowly down his pants.
Bill gave his dick a quick squeeze, then withdrew his hand. “Just don’t come before I want you, OK? I have plans for this thing.” He gave him a deceptively sweet smile.
“Shouldn’t be too difficult, right?” Travis said, hope speaking rather than experience.
Bill pretended to consider it. “Well, I’m going to fuck Gabe. Or, rather, he’s going to fuck me, and he’s good, aren’t you, baby?” Gabe gave him a positively filthy grin. “Yeah, he’s good. Is that gonna make it hard for you?”
Travis swallowed. “Hope not?”
“Oh, I’m so glad,” Bill said sweetly, “because I’m so looking forward to you fucking me.”
“I’ll - hold on.”
Bill all but swayed over to Gabe, shedding his shirt as he went.
“How much prep d’you need, sweetheart?” Gabe asked as Bill settled himself down over his knees.
Bill seemed to think about it for a moment. “Hmm, two fingers?”
“Three,” Gabe said firmly. When it looked like an epic battle of the wills would ensue, Gabe hooked his chin over Bill’s shoulder and looked Travis directly in the eye, “always give him three no matter what he says. He thinks he can take it, but he can’t.” He tilted his head sideways and sucked a filthy kiss onto the side of Bill’s neck. “And it’s so fun watching him beg. But remember, three, OK? I like doing a lot of things to him, but I don’t like watching him cry in pain. Crying in frustration, sure, but pain he hasn’t consented to isn’t a kink of mine. Three fingers. Four if it’s been a while.” He offered Travis a frankly sinful grin. “It hasn’t been a while.”
“Two, Gabanti, please,” Bill coaxed.
“No,” Gabe said carefully and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“But I want the burn,” Bill almost whined, and Gabe shrugged. “Two, Gabe, two.”
“Three,” Gabe said firmly, and popped the button on Bill’s flies. “Please, Bilvy, for me.” This obviously struck a chord.
“Fine then,” Bill agreed, shimmying his hips out of his jeans. “Now can we please get on with it?”
Gabe nodded, but then broke the mood somewhat to swear, “fuck! Where is the fucking lube!?”
“Here,” Travis handed it over before heading back on his place on the sofa to watch.
“Travie, I love you,” Bill glanced over his shoulder at him. “Don’t you just love him, Gabe? Hmmm?”
“Mm, I love him,” Gabe agreed, slicking up his fingers. “I’mna love him more watching him fuck you.” He slid slicked fingers down Bill’s back.
Bill purred. “He’s gonna feel so good!” He gave a theatrical moan, changing tactics without so much as an attempt at subtlety. “C’mon, Gabanti, stop messing around and fuck me already.”
“So impatient,” Gabe grinned, and without further ado, slid a finger into him.
From his position, Travis had an all-too-perfect view of this. Slightly dazed, he watched Gabe’s finger flex and Bill’s back arch, watched Gabe add another finger and lean forward to whisper in Bill’s ear.
Bill shuddered, but looked away from Gabe, twisting round towards Travis. “Nu-uh, Gabe, no fair. Travie’s here this time. Let him hear what you’re saying.” Bill’s voice fizzed along Travie’s nerve endings.
“It’s only your name, Bill.”
“I want him to hear how desperate you are for me,” Bill said, then moaned long and shameless as Gabe’s fingers crooked a little inside him.
“I’mna fuck you so good, baby,” Gabe promised. “And he is too, huh? So open up for me, Bilvy, c’mon. Wanna fuck you so bad, and look at him, all wide eyed and wanting.”
Part of Travis wanted to protest, because he wasn’t exactly the innocent kid here, but the other part of him was too dry mouthed and desperate to complain.
Finally, finally, Gabe judged Bill ready, and slicked up his cock. Before he could slide in, though, Gabe grabbed his hips and said firmly, “slowly.”
There was an implication of punishment in the way Bill stilled completely. “I don’t wanna face this way,” he announced. “I wanna face Travis.”
“Why?” Gabe’s voice carried the suggestion of a pout.
“I want him to see what he’s getting,” Bill said quietly. “I want him to see what you’re doing to me, how good you fuck me.”
Travis swallowed and Gabe grinned, one hand reaching for his cock before Bill slapped it away, standing up to turn round. “Nope. Mine.”
“Bossy little bitch,” Gabe said easily.
“You gonna fuck it out of me, then, Gabe?” Bill said twisting round to look at him.
“C’mon then, sit back on me. Go on, Bill, sit back on my cock.”
Bill moaned unashamedly as he sank down, eyes sliding shut as he bottomed out. Gabe grinned at Travis over his shoulder, remarkably calm for someone fucking Bill Beckett. His hands curled round Bill’s hips as he asked of Travis, “Y’are clean, right?”
“Um?” Travis said, but managed a nod.
“Good. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I really like to fuck Bill bareback. I love knowing that my come’s inside him.” Travis shuddered, desperately trying not to come himself. “Hey, Travie, not allowed to come, remember? Not unless Bilvy says.”
Bill, panting on Gabe’s dick, and clearly forcibly adjusting, opened one eye and managed a weak grin. “Hey, Travie, you OK?”
“Um,” Travis took Bill in, naked and fucking himself on Gabe’s dick. “I’m doin’ OK.”
“Glad to hear it. Me, I’m pretty fucking fantastic myself. Gabe always knows exactly where to touch.”
“Um,” Travis managed, but was silenced by a frankly heart-stopping grin from Bill.
“Don’t come, OK, Travie? That’s mine, remember?”
Bill flexed his muscles and raised himself a little on Gabe’s cock then let himself fall very slowly back down. “See, thing is, Travie,” he confided, “Gabe may know exactly where to touch me,” the claim was reinforced by a slight whimper on Bill’s part, “but I know exactly how to do him. Gabe hates it slow,” Bill said, raising himself again and letting himself sink back down achingly slowly, “so that’s exactly how I give it to him.” Travis actually felt a twinge of sympathy for his friend as Gabe’s eyes rolled back. “He hates it,” Bill grinned a little, but it wobbled at the edges, “but I love it. I get to exactly the right spot, at my own pace, huh, Gabanti?”
Gabe’s hands were white at Bill’s hips.
But despite Bill’s claims, he couldn’t go slow forever, and he cried out after a couple of minutes of riding Gabe’s dick, steadily increasing until his head was thrown back against Gabe’s shoulder, hair slicked to his forehead, Gabe sucking and biting a filthy mark onto the side of his neck. Bill bit his lip as he came, none of the theatricalities of his earlier performance.
For the briefest moment, Travis felt as though he was intruding. Gabe had clearly been allowed to come, and Bill leant his head back against his shoulder, throat white and exposed and so fucking intimate, secret almost, before Gabe pressed a kiss to Bill’s cheek and Bill stood up, apparently lithe and loose-limbed, though there was a slight hitch to his step.
Travis swallowed. “Oh God,” he murmured.
Bill grinned. “So,” he said, “you don’t wanna fuck me here, how about you take me to bed?”
“That’d work?” Travis all but squeaked.
Bill’s grin grew a little more feral and he grabbed Travie’s hand and pressed a tender kiss to his palm. “You OK?”
“I’m good.”
“OK, then. Come fuck me.”
He led Travie into his bedroom with the most ridiculous grin - Travis barely had time to glance over his shoulder at Gabe. In Bill’s bedroom, Bill managed to manoeuvre himself so he was up against the wall and Travis was ostensibly holding him down.
“You want it again, Bill?” Travis asked carefully. “Really?”
“Oh, definitely. You see,” Bill said sweetly, “you see, Travie, the thing is,” Bill held Travis’s eyes effortlessly, smile playing around his lips, “I really, really like getting fucked. Y’ever been fucked, Travie?” Bill’s hips started to move in a slow, tantalising sway against him and Travis had to bite the inside of his mouth. “Y’ever felt someone inside you? I bet Gabe would do you if I asked him. He doesn’t normally do guys apart from me, but I bet he’d do you for me, maybe even for you. He likes you, he’d take it slow with you.”
“Yeah, sorry, Travie,” Gabe said and Travis jumped. Bill laughed sinfully low. “I don’t fuck guys, but if I did, I’d do you in a heartbeat. But right now, we have a different problem. Bill.”
“Oh yeah?” Travie said, quickly getting into the game.
“Yeah. He’s so sensitive right now, fucking the both of us has got to hurt just a little, y’know? He’s come once and he’s been fucked once and he’s still gagging for it-”
“Thanks, guys,” Bill said sarcastically, still swaying his hips gently against Travis’s in a rhythm that made Travis shudder.
“But he’s gonna be sensitive right now. Y’know what you should do?”
“What?” Travis all but gasped.
“Fuck him really fucking hard,” Gabe said firmly.
Travis didn’t miss the shudder that went through Bill. “Yeah?” He looked into Bill’s face for permission and found it in the dark look in his eyes. “OK then.” He manhandled Bill onto the bed. “What position d’you want, Bilvy?” He asked, suddenly oddly shy, conscious of Gabe hovering in the background.
“Missionary,” Bill said, coyly. “Let’s do it traditional. Pretend I’m your girl and hold me down into it.”
“That is the most clichéd thing I’ve heard-”
“Gabe,” Bill’s voice was suddenly sharp. “Shut up. Let Travie fuck me how he wants.”
“‘How you want,’ you mean,” Gabe muttered.
Bill reached up to kiss Travis, all teeth and tongues and tenderness. “Fuck me how you want,” he said sweetly, and Travis let the illusion slide for the moment, sliding into Bill without waiting to fuck around with the prep Bill clearly didn’t need, since Gabe’s come was slick around his hole. It was hot and slick and ohsogood and Travie was desperately trying to hold onto any remnants of self control. “Fuck me how you want,” Bill repeated, “and come when you want.” He stroked one hand down Travis’ cheek. “Just know it won’t be like this next time.”
Next to Travis’ ear, Gabe moaned low in his throat and Travis shuddered and he fucked in, forceful-slow, relishing in Bill’s long-drawn-out moan. “Feels so good, doesn’t he?” Gabe muttered, and Travis wanted to wave him away, because he couldn’t hold on if Gabe was talking like that at him, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to do so. “So tight around you. Come on, Travie, y’must be desperate by now. We’ve both come. Fucking fuck him, OK? Make him fucking feel it. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll fuck you one day.” That didn’t do too much for Travis, but Gabe’s next comment, “maybe if you’re really good, I’m make him suck you off,” had him shuddering through his orgasm. From somewhere nearby, he heard Bill moan, and opened his eyes in time to see Gabe wrap a hand round Bill’s cock and jerk him off between them. Bill finished for the second time with a long sob of need.
“Hot,” Gabe grinned after a minute of silence and though neither of them were talking in sweet nothings, for a moment Travis felt as though he was once again intruding. Then Bill grabbed Travis’ arms and dragged him down on top of him. “Travie, you are now my favourite.”
And though Travis felt the bed dip under Gabe’s weight, Gabe’s warm palm on his back, it felt like maybe he was just meant to be included.
**
Yeah. We're sorry about the end. But did you enjoy the rest? Do please tell us!
Authors: xaritomene and xrysomou
Rating: NC-17. Oh God, so very NC-17
Pairing: Gabe/Bill/Travis
Warnings: Possibly somewhat triggery, though there is enthusiastic consent on all sides and nothing more explicit than your average threesome sex scene. Which involves Gabe. (On second thoughts, Gabe.) It's sensitive reading material, please read with care!
Word Count: 3695. Of porn.
Summary: It starts with a chrysanthemum.
(Look, when I say there's no plot, I'm not afflicted with false modesty! This is just porn.)
AN: Written with xaritomene and posted whilst she's abroad because I did not stay up until six in the morning, drunk out of my skull, to write this, only to have it languish on my harddrive forever. We wrote this in August and I'm only just now posting, whilst my co-author is safely out of the country without the means to connect to the internet.
Quickly - title is taken from the book of the same name by Iris Murdoch, which is frankly far more than this deserves.
Also, we've written porn before. We've just never written this kind of porn before. Please be gentle?
**
“I,” Bill announced to the assembled company, which consisted of Travis, Gabe and two, now empty tequila bottles, “must protect my virtue.”
There was a rather confused pause. “Bilvy,” Gabe said slowly, “you don’t have any virtue.”
“I do,” Bill insisted from Gabe’s lap. “I do, and it must be protected.” He headed off any protest by snapping, “it is a delicate flower! It must be nurtured against the elements!”
“OK, Bilvy,” Travis said, patting his back soothingly. “Like a snowdrop.”
“No,” he said instantly, “a chrysanthemum.”
“A chrysanthemum?”
“A chrysanthemum,” he agreed fiercely.
“OK,” Gabe said, struggling somewhat to keep up with the proceedings. Bill drank a lot, but habit hadn’t eased his tendency to flit between topics ridiculously fast, often with little to no reference to what had gone before. “So, now that we’ve established that your virtue is like a chrysanthemum-”
“A chrysanthemum,” Bill agreed complacently.
“-yes, well. Why do you need to protect your virtue?”
“Against you,” Bill leant right into Gabe’s face, so close that his eyes nearly crossed.
“But... I don’t have any designs upon your virtue,” Gabe protested weakly.
“I think we all know that that is a lie, Gabanti,” Bill said grandly.
“Dude, even I know it’s a lie.” Travis said apologetically.
“Well, none that he doesn’t already know about!” Gabe protested. “Or want me to make!”
“I,” Bill said firmly, holding up a finger and focussing on it with frightening intensity, “would never take part in such lewd schemes!” He looked in danger of following his own finger off Gabe’s lap and onto the floor, so Gabe quickly grabbed his wrist and looped Bill’s arm around his neck to stop him sliding off. “You see?” He turned big, sad eyes on Travis. “You see how he treats me?”
Travis reached over to pat his shoulder. “There, there, man.”
“And,” Bill added, never breaking eye contact, “all the bottles are empty.”
Travis stared for a moment. Drunk as he was, his brain just wasn’t following. “What?”
Gabe shook his head over Bill’s shoulder. “Don’t ask.” Bill was now gazing sadly at the empty bottles, but Gabe took it upon himself to drag the conversation back to its original source. “Bill, your virtue is nonexistent. You’ve slept with pretty much everyone on our label.” Travis raised a hand, and Gabe shook his head at him. “You’re the exception which proves the rule, Travie.”
Bill was looking at him consideringly. “I think Travis would be nice to sleep with,” he said thoughtfully. “Nice, big hands.”
“You know what they say about that, Bilvy,” Gabe said, hauling Bill back into his lap from where he’d slid down a little.
“Big gloves?” Travis said, trying to break a little of the tension and disperse what was fast becoming a horribly uncomfortable situation.
Gabe laughed and let it slide. Bill didn’t. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And a big cock.”
Travis eyed the empty bottles longingly. He could really do with some more alcohol round about now. Gabe propped his chin on Bill’s shoulder and leaned his head against Bill’s, keeping eye contact with Travis. “OK, Travie, so you’ve never fucked Bill,” Travis shifted a little, “so - have you ever kissed him?” Travis smiled awkwardly and nodded.
“You’re a handsy drunk, Billiam.” He didn’t feel too comfortable pointing out that the proof of that was right in front of him in the shape of Bill sprawled across Gabe. Bill had started to get bored of mere sprawling and was starting to take things up to a more active level, lips moving across the skin of Gabe’s neck.
“So, Bill,” Gabe said, arching one eyebrow and moving his neck to better accommodate Bill’s ministrations, “you still say you’re virtuous, right? Despite all evidence to the contrary.”
“Of course I am, baby,” Bill agreed, licking Gabe’s ear.
“So, if I did this,” Gabe yanked Bill forward for a kiss which made Travis, watching, feel vaguely uncomfortable, “how would you react?”
Bill sat back, lips shiny and red, and grinned salaciously at Travis. “Hey, Travie, want to compromise my virtue?”
“Um, y’know what? I might just go home,” Travis said, standing up. “Gabe, I’m really not sure he can consent right now...”
His progress was somewhat impeded by the lapful of Bill he suddenly found himself with. “Staaaay with meee,” Bill crooned horribly, in one alcohol-laden gust, out of focus and out of tune. He leant forwards and whispered into Travis’ ear, voice suddenly comfortingly sober, “c’mon, Travie. I’m fine with this, are you?”
“Are you worried about my consent now?”
“Yeah,” Bill nodded, leaning forward to bite, none-too-gently, at Travis’ ear,” but,” he continued, sitting back up and swerving alarmingly back to drunkenness, “I am not worried about your virtue. Mine is the only one that matters! Or that exists.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Bilvy,” Travis said, giving in and letting his hands slide down the length of Bill’s back.
“It helps me sleep at night,” Bill muttered against his neck, then dragged his teeth across Travis’ pulse.
“Ow, Bilvy! What is it with you and biting?”
“He likes biting,” Gabe commented from the opposite sofa. “Biting and being bitten.”
“Being bitten, huh?” Travis said, still sprawled under Bill, hands comfortably cupping Bill’s ass, keeping him neatly in place.
“Mmm,” Bill murmured, lips soothing the spot he’d just bitten. “Love being bitten.”
“That so?” Travis murmured, fisting one hand in Bill’s hair and yanking his head to one side to bite at Bill’s neck.
“He likes it harder,” Gabe told him conversationally. “He likes the marks. I think it’s so he can wear scarves without feeling stupid.” Travis grinned and bit harder. Bill hissed and his back arched, grinding him harder into Travis’s lap. “That’s better,” Gabe said softly.
Travis took the initiative and flipped him and Bill until he was lying on top, one hand on his throat, thumb soothing over the place that he himself had just bitten. “What else does he like?” He asked Gabe, without breaking eye contact with Bill.
“What am I, invisible?”
“Nah,” Travis kissed him lightly, “you’re my test subject.”
“I can work with that,” Bill said, and pulled Travis down for a proper kiss, biting at his lower lip.
Gabe talked over the sound of overt kissing. “He likes it a bit rough. He’s so fucking skinny, he likes being reminded of how much he can take - bit of a slut, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Bill bared his neck for Travis to bite, then met Gabe’s eyes over the top of Travis’ head. “Chrysanthemum,” he purred, more of an agreement than a protest, eyes bright with amusement and lust.
“Rough, huh,” Travis murmured, lips brushing against Bill’s neck as he spoke, and Bill shivered a little, arching up into Travis, one hand coming to rest on his hip, the other curling into his hair. “But, Bill, no matter how much I want you, I’m not taking you on the carpet.”
“Oh, baby, that’s fine,” Bill said sweetly. Displaying a rarely-seen strength he flipped them over and straddled Travis’ hips, grinding down onto him. Travis bit back a whimper, and Bill grinned, leaning forward to press an almost chaste kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have you on the carpet.”
Somewhat perplexed, Travis could only watch as Bill reached down to stroke once at Travis’ dick through his jeans, before clambering off him with a startling degree of grace and stalking over to Gabe, who grinned, and all but dragged him down into his lap. Bill went willingly.
“You wanna do this here, Bilvy?” Gabe asked in a half-whisper.
“You know how much an audience turns me on,” Bill said, extremely clearly for someone who was supposed to be very, very drunk.
“You planned this,” Travis accused suddenly, the pieces falling into place. Gabe stared at him, suddenly, but Bill didn’t so much as pause from swinging himself neatly into Gabe’s lap.
“No,” he disagreed, “I planned this. Gabe’s just as innocent - in this, at any rate - as you.” He ground down on Gabe’s lap, depriving both of them of speech.
“But - chrysanthemum,” Travis managed.
Gabe threw him a frankly indecent grin as Bill laughed. “Good, huh? For the first flower that came to mind?” He shifted minutely in Gabe’s lap and Travis watched Gabe bit his lip to hold back the moan.
“Our Bilvy’s no shrinking violet,” Gabe grinned, and Bill punished him by stilling the gentle movement of his hips. Gabe glared at him, and Bill shifted backwards, away from Gabe’s clearly hard dick.
“Oh, you just had to, didn’t you?”
“You were asking for it,” Gabe returned.
“Really?” Bill said, lifting himself completely off Gabe’s lap. “I’d be nicer if you want anything at all me from me tonight.”
Gabe grabbed his wrist and Travis was interested to note his knuckles were white with the force he was exerting. “I won’t even have to wait for you to ask in a couple of moments, baby, and you know it.”
“Don’t count on it,” Bill said, turning to look at Travis before whipping his body round to look Gabe in the eye. “I have Travis now.” There was a moment of silent tension before Gabe let go of his wrist and Bill stalked over to Travis, now back on the opposite sofa. Bill’s grin was slow and he settled himself down in Travis’ lap achingly slowly. Travis bit his lip. “Besides, I like inexperience.”
“Hey!” Travis protested mildly.
“With me! I like the bumps and bruises I get when they don’t know exactly where to touch,” Bill grinned, arching his neck. Travis wasn’t one to pass up such an opportunity when it presented itself. He leant forwards and bit as hard as he could below Bill’s ear. Bill sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a long moan. “See,” he managed breathlessly. “He’s learning!”
Travis really didn’t trust his voice, not at the moment when Bill was working on the buttons of his jeans with clever, deliberate fingers, his aim clear. “Mmhmm,” he said instead. “Fast learner.”
“How fast,” Bill demanded.
“Slow enough to remember I’m not taking you here,” Travis said firmly. “You’ll have to take Mr. Rough and Experienced for that.” For a moment, he regretted speaking because Bill’s hand was inching slowly down his pants.
Bill gave his dick a quick squeeze, then withdrew his hand. “Just don’t come before I want you, OK? I have plans for this thing.” He gave him a deceptively sweet smile.
“Shouldn’t be too difficult, right?” Travis said, hope speaking rather than experience.
Bill pretended to consider it. “Well, I’m going to fuck Gabe. Or, rather, he’s going to fuck me, and he’s good, aren’t you, baby?” Gabe gave him a positively filthy grin. “Yeah, he’s good. Is that gonna make it hard for you?”
Travis swallowed. “Hope not?”
“Oh, I’m so glad,” Bill said sweetly, “because I’m so looking forward to you fucking me.”
“I’ll - hold on.”
Bill all but swayed over to Gabe, shedding his shirt as he went.
“How much prep d’you need, sweetheart?” Gabe asked as Bill settled himself down over his knees.
Bill seemed to think about it for a moment. “Hmm, two fingers?”
“Three,” Gabe said firmly. When it looked like an epic battle of the wills would ensue, Gabe hooked his chin over Bill’s shoulder and looked Travis directly in the eye, “always give him three no matter what he says. He thinks he can take it, but he can’t.” He tilted his head sideways and sucked a filthy kiss onto the side of Bill’s neck. “And it’s so fun watching him beg. But remember, three, OK? I like doing a lot of things to him, but I don’t like watching him cry in pain. Crying in frustration, sure, but pain he hasn’t consented to isn’t a kink of mine. Three fingers. Four if it’s been a while.” He offered Travis a frankly sinful grin. “It hasn’t been a while.”
“Two, Gabanti, please,” Bill coaxed.
“No,” Gabe said carefully and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“But I want the burn,” Bill almost whined, and Gabe shrugged. “Two, Gabe, two.”
“Three,” Gabe said firmly, and popped the button on Bill’s flies. “Please, Bilvy, for me.” This obviously struck a chord.
“Fine then,” Bill agreed, shimmying his hips out of his jeans. “Now can we please get on with it?”
Gabe nodded, but then broke the mood somewhat to swear, “fuck! Where is the fucking lube!?”
“Here,” Travis handed it over before heading back on his place on the sofa to watch.
“Travie, I love you,” Bill glanced over his shoulder at him. “Don’t you just love him, Gabe? Hmmm?”
“Mm, I love him,” Gabe agreed, slicking up his fingers. “I’mna love him more watching him fuck you.” He slid slicked fingers down Bill’s back.
Bill purred. “He’s gonna feel so good!” He gave a theatrical moan, changing tactics without so much as an attempt at subtlety. “C’mon, Gabanti, stop messing around and fuck me already.”
“So impatient,” Gabe grinned, and without further ado, slid a finger into him.
From his position, Travis had an all-too-perfect view of this. Slightly dazed, he watched Gabe’s finger flex and Bill’s back arch, watched Gabe add another finger and lean forward to whisper in Bill’s ear.
Bill shuddered, but looked away from Gabe, twisting round towards Travis. “Nu-uh, Gabe, no fair. Travie’s here this time. Let him hear what you’re saying.” Bill’s voice fizzed along Travie’s nerve endings.
“It’s only your name, Bill.”
“I want him to hear how desperate you are for me,” Bill said, then moaned long and shameless as Gabe’s fingers crooked a little inside him.
“I’mna fuck you so good, baby,” Gabe promised. “And he is too, huh? So open up for me, Bilvy, c’mon. Wanna fuck you so bad, and look at him, all wide eyed and wanting.”
Part of Travis wanted to protest, because he wasn’t exactly the innocent kid here, but the other part of him was too dry mouthed and desperate to complain.
Finally, finally, Gabe judged Bill ready, and slicked up his cock. Before he could slide in, though, Gabe grabbed his hips and said firmly, “slowly.”
There was an implication of punishment in the way Bill stilled completely. “I don’t wanna face this way,” he announced. “I wanna face Travis.”
“Why?” Gabe’s voice carried the suggestion of a pout.
“I want him to see what he’s getting,” Bill said quietly. “I want him to see what you’re doing to me, how good you fuck me.”
Travis swallowed and Gabe grinned, one hand reaching for his cock before Bill slapped it away, standing up to turn round. “Nope. Mine.”
“Bossy little bitch,” Gabe said easily.
“You gonna fuck it out of me, then, Gabe?” Bill said twisting round to look at him.
“C’mon then, sit back on me. Go on, Bill, sit back on my cock.”
Bill moaned unashamedly as he sank down, eyes sliding shut as he bottomed out. Gabe grinned at Travis over his shoulder, remarkably calm for someone fucking Bill Beckett. His hands curled round Bill’s hips as he asked of Travis, “Y’are clean, right?”
“Um?” Travis said, but managed a nod.
“Good. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I really like to fuck Bill bareback. I love knowing that my come’s inside him.” Travis shuddered, desperately trying not to come himself. “Hey, Travie, not allowed to come, remember? Not unless Bilvy says.”
Bill, panting on Gabe’s dick, and clearly forcibly adjusting, opened one eye and managed a weak grin. “Hey, Travie, you OK?”
“Um,” Travis took Bill in, naked and fucking himself on Gabe’s dick. “I’m doin’ OK.”
“Glad to hear it. Me, I’m pretty fucking fantastic myself. Gabe always knows exactly where to touch.”
“Um,” Travis managed, but was silenced by a frankly heart-stopping grin from Bill.
“Don’t come, OK, Travie? That’s mine, remember?”
Bill flexed his muscles and raised himself a little on Gabe’s cock then let himself fall very slowly back down. “See, thing is, Travie,” he confided, “Gabe may know exactly where to touch me,” the claim was reinforced by a slight whimper on Bill’s part, “but I know exactly how to do him. Gabe hates it slow,” Bill said, raising himself again and letting himself sink back down achingly slowly, “so that’s exactly how I give it to him.” Travis actually felt a twinge of sympathy for his friend as Gabe’s eyes rolled back. “He hates it,” Bill grinned a little, but it wobbled at the edges, “but I love it. I get to exactly the right spot, at my own pace, huh, Gabanti?”
Gabe’s hands were white at Bill’s hips.
But despite Bill’s claims, he couldn’t go slow forever, and he cried out after a couple of minutes of riding Gabe’s dick, steadily increasing until his head was thrown back against Gabe’s shoulder, hair slicked to his forehead, Gabe sucking and biting a filthy mark onto the side of his neck. Bill bit his lip as he came, none of the theatricalities of his earlier performance.
For the briefest moment, Travis felt as though he was intruding. Gabe had clearly been allowed to come, and Bill leant his head back against his shoulder, throat white and exposed and so fucking intimate, secret almost, before Gabe pressed a kiss to Bill’s cheek and Bill stood up, apparently lithe and loose-limbed, though there was a slight hitch to his step.
Travis swallowed. “Oh God,” he murmured.
Bill grinned. “So,” he said, “you don’t wanna fuck me here, how about you take me to bed?”
“That’d work?” Travis all but squeaked.
Bill’s grin grew a little more feral and he grabbed Travie’s hand and pressed a tender kiss to his palm. “You OK?”
“I’m good.”
“OK, then. Come fuck me.”
He led Travie into his bedroom with the most ridiculous grin - Travis barely had time to glance over his shoulder at Gabe. In Bill’s bedroom, Bill managed to manoeuvre himself so he was up against the wall and Travis was ostensibly holding him down.
“You want it again, Bill?” Travis asked carefully. “Really?”
“Oh, definitely. You see,” Bill said sweetly, “you see, Travie, the thing is,” Bill held Travis’s eyes effortlessly, smile playing around his lips, “I really, really like getting fucked. Y’ever been fucked, Travie?” Bill’s hips started to move in a slow, tantalising sway against him and Travis had to bite the inside of his mouth. “Y’ever felt someone inside you? I bet Gabe would do you if I asked him. He doesn’t normally do guys apart from me, but I bet he’d do you for me, maybe even for you. He likes you, he’d take it slow with you.”
“Yeah, sorry, Travie,” Gabe said and Travis jumped. Bill laughed sinfully low. “I don’t fuck guys, but if I did, I’d do you in a heartbeat. But right now, we have a different problem. Bill.”
“Oh yeah?” Travie said, quickly getting into the game.
“Yeah. He’s so sensitive right now, fucking the both of us has got to hurt just a little, y’know? He’s come once and he’s been fucked once and he’s still gagging for it-”
“Thanks, guys,” Bill said sarcastically, still swaying his hips gently against Travis’s in a rhythm that made Travis shudder.
“But he’s gonna be sensitive right now. Y’know what you should do?”
“What?” Travis all but gasped.
“Fuck him really fucking hard,” Gabe said firmly.
Travis didn’t miss the shudder that went through Bill. “Yeah?” He looked into Bill’s face for permission and found it in the dark look in his eyes. “OK then.” He manhandled Bill onto the bed. “What position d’you want, Bilvy?” He asked, suddenly oddly shy, conscious of Gabe hovering in the background.
“Missionary,” Bill said, coyly. “Let’s do it traditional. Pretend I’m your girl and hold me down into it.”
“That is the most clichéd thing I’ve heard-”
“Gabe,” Bill’s voice was suddenly sharp. “Shut up. Let Travie fuck me how he wants.”
“‘How you want,’ you mean,” Gabe muttered.
Bill reached up to kiss Travis, all teeth and tongues and tenderness. “Fuck me how you want,” he said sweetly, and Travis let the illusion slide for the moment, sliding into Bill without waiting to fuck around with the prep Bill clearly didn’t need, since Gabe’s come was slick around his hole. It was hot and slick and ohsogood and Travie was desperately trying to hold onto any remnants of self control. “Fuck me how you want,” Bill repeated, “and come when you want.” He stroked one hand down Travis’ cheek. “Just know it won’t be like this next time.”
Next to Travis’ ear, Gabe moaned low in his throat and Travis shuddered and he fucked in, forceful-slow, relishing in Bill’s long-drawn-out moan. “Feels so good, doesn’t he?” Gabe muttered, and Travis wanted to wave him away, because he couldn’t hold on if Gabe was talking like that at him, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to do so. “So tight around you. Come on, Travie, y’must be desperate by now. We’ve both come. Fucking fuck him, OK? Make him fucking feel it. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll fuck you one day.” That didn’t do too much for Travis, but Gabe’s next comment, “maybe if you’re really good, I’m make him suck you off,” had him shuddering through his orgasm. From somewhere nearby, he heard Bill moan, and opened his eyes in time to see Gabe wrap a hand round Bill’s cock and jerk him off between them. Bill finished for the second time with a long sob of need.
“Hot,” Gabe grinned after a minute of silence and though neither of them were talking in sweet nothings, for a moment Travis felt as though he was once again intruding. Then Bill grabbed Travis’ arms and dragged him down on top of him. “Travie, you are now my favourite.”
And though Travis felt the bed dip under Gabe’s weight, Gabe’s warm palm on his back, it felt like maybe he was just meant to be included.
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