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Jensen and Jeff weren’t much for going out to clubs anymore, but every once in a while, they got an itch to just let loose, be young and wild for a bit. Jensen was 24 years old, and they’d been going out for almost four years now. He moved into Jeffrey’s place, but only after insisting that he pay into the place and be added to the deed.
Their go-to bar was a place called Shaema’s with an unobtrusive facade downtown, a gleaming black wooden bar top with matching stools, and a layered glass wall backdrop behind it that held all the liquor anyone could ever want. The bartenders, Alona and Ty, were partners, not romantic, who owned and ran the place with military precision. This spoke of their history of serving in the Marines and the Army, respectively, before rejoining civil life. The safety of all patrons was their highest priority, always, while still allowing people to go a little wild and have fun above all. Life truly could be over within the blink of an eye; they both knew that firsthand and lived every day of theirs like that.
Jeff had been friends with both owners for a long time, worked private security now for various events around Hollywood instead of fighting for the US of A, and had zero regrets about his career change. Jensen and he hadn’t met here, but if they had to pick a place that represented them and their early relationship, this club was it.
It was both a place where you could drink and eat some yummy finger foods in relative quiet on the restaurant side. The slightly spatially removed bar side was the one where you could let your hedonistic side come out to play.
They’d already had some food earlier, so they headed straight for the bar, and after a couple of shots, they hit the dance floor. A live DJ was working the crowd tonight, and the place was lit up with black lighting to bring out the neon colors everyone wore. Jensen happily pointed at his white tee he’d thrown on, while JDM was already shirtless and borrowing some neon body paint from a very cute twink who made all sorts of googly eyes at him. Jensen felt for the guy, knowing full well that Jeff would not engage. He looked good enough to eat, broad, strong chest now adorned with orange/red and yellow markings that only emphasized his lean bulk in all the right places.
“If I wasn’t already with you, I’d totally hit on you,” Jensen joked as they dove into the fray of moving bodies, a couple of women handed them glow bracelets, and Jeff decided that Jensen’s hair needed color. He held his head still for his boyfriend to do whatever he pleased; he’d see later in the bathroom that his carefully slightly spiky hair up top was the same neon orange and red as Jeff’s body and that it actually looked really cool like this. For now, however, he trusted Jeff and grabbed his wrist to get dancing. Their bodies moved in harmony against each other, hips grinding, uncoordinated, hungry kisses as the music rushed through their bodies, making Jensen feel like he was levitating with happiness.
“Babe, come here,” Jeff prompted and spun Jensen around so his back was to Jeff’s front, his one hand wandering south while the other reached up to Jensen’s chin, tilting his head back onto Jeff’s shoulder. He hummed in approval when Jensen closed his eyes and let Jeff take the lead, rubbing him through the fabric of his pants right there on the dancefloor, and Jensen bit his lower lip in response as he swayed along with the movement of Jeff’s hips at his back. “Fuck, so hot, Jen, don’t even care who’s watching. All mine.”
“All yours,” Jensen confirmed without a moment’s hesitation and ground his ass back against Jeff’s erection. It was all a dance of teasing foreplay, and it wasn’t long until they had other revelers’ eyes on them. They made a stunning pair, broad, built, and tall both of them, Jeff a bit more so than Jensen, their bodies fitting perfectly alongside one another. Jeff took to biting the side of Jensen’s neck, who was more than happy to tilt his head to the side and give him more room to work with. Trusting, safe, and so damn turned on all in a pool of complete strangers. The music settled into a few slower songs, and they slow danced their little twosome- bubble around the ocean of strangers. The neon glow of the paint around them felt like a fantasy world, coupled with the transcendent beat and bridge of the trance EDM that was playing from the speakers.
“Water break?” Jeff huffed into Jensen’s ear to make sure he heard him over the vibrating beat and saw him nod. They were both sticky with sweat, and their skin was gleaming with it. They casually wandered over to the bar and waited for their turn with Ty to get their drinks. Within a few minutes, they had a pitcher of water with two glasses and an Old Fashioned for Jeff and a Long Island Iced Tea for Jensen ready on the bar counter.
“Thanks, Ty,” Jensen hollered to be heard over the hum of voices.
“You got it, handsome.” He waved at Jensen and winked at him.
Jeff shook his head fondly at Jensen’s choice of alcoholic drink; it was his go-to after time on the dancefloor since they first met, and he hadn’t changed. Despite fully acknowledging that good quality whisky was something that he enjoyed a great deal. But then, that was exactly what he loved about Jensen: he’d grown as a person, in fact, they both had, because theirs was a relationship that allowed room for them to explore and evolve while still coming back together at the end of the day. Fundamentally, Jensen was still the same hard-working, funny, sometimes introverted, kind, loyal, and no-nonsense Jensen that he had met then. The packaging had changed a great deal; however, lean, tall, and slender, almost twinky Jensen had filled into his frame thanks to the joint workout regime they’d built together.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jensen asked as he took a gulp of his drink and grimaced as it went down. Ty knew how to make them.
“Thinking back to how you drank exactly that when we first met.”
“Hah, yeah, it’s unbeatable for post-dancing rehydration.”
“We both know that’s a fib; there’s barely any water or electrolytes in that.”
“Eh,” Jensen replied, shrugging his shoulders and drinking more of it. “So, what are we thinking tonight?”
“I don’t know, I'm kinda happy just hanging out with you right now.”
“I am excellent company after all,” Jensen jested and moved a little closer so their upper arms were touching where they stood, leaning with their backs against the bar so they could observe the crowd.
“That you are, my love.” Jeff cradled Jensen’s chin and pulled him in for a soft kiss. They finished their drinks and found a couple of empty chairs at a high–top table nearby. Jensen went over to grab the chairs while Jeff followed with the pitcher and their water glasses.
They’d just settled in when Jensen tapped Jeff’s arm intently. “Jeff, ten o’clock from the bar.” Jensen’s whole body was animated with excitement, and he followed where he was pointing. A tall guy had just walked in, surrounded by a gaggle of friends. It looked like a couple of men and women, all of them a head or more shorter than him.
“Damn, he’s tall,” Jeff complimented.
“Taller ‘an you, I think,” Jensen hedged, and that was saying something as Jeff was 6'2 " and Jensen 6’1” himself, neither of them was short.
“No, really? Everyone’s a short queen and king around him, though. What do you think? Office crew?” It was a little game they played when they were out for a night with the intent of bringing someone “home” with them. Not a chance would they bring said person to their place, but they’d stay at the nearby well-known big brand hotel that had clean rooms, great bathrooms, a fantastic hotel pool, and excellent breakfast.
“They’re all looking very fit and athletic. Half-serious hobby league sports team?”
“Nah. Ooh, law firm? The shorter guy looks a bit older, could be the partner, and the tall guy is the intern?”
“How about the other guy and the two women, though? They don’t look the part.”
“Is he even legal?” Jeff ultimately threw out as they watched the guy laugh at something the older man said, throwing his head back and up, exposing a strong column of throat and beautiful white teeth. His hair was floppy, brown, and with those little flippies that stood out behind his ears and the nape of his neck. His outfit was non-descript, dark-wash jeans and a black button-down, which both looked amazing on him.
“Not a chance they’d have let him in if he wasn’t. You know, Ty and Alona, zero tolerance in that department,” Jensen pointed out, and Jeff had to agree. At any other bar in town, someone underage slipping through was a possibility, but not here.
“Alright, legal, so what do you think he is?”
“Oh, you like him, huh?” Jensen teased.
“Maybe. So, what do we think?”
“I’d say versatile but more on the submissive side.”
“Really? He’s doing a pretty good job of commandeering the room.”
“Yeah, but there’s just something about him, see how he holds himself? Like he’s not owning his height fully?”
“Maybe the dark-haired dude is his boss and has a complex about height?” Jeff mused out loud.
As if on cue to prove Jensen and Jeff wrong, the boss guy smiled a big smile up at the younger guy, and they fist-pumped and hugged shortly after.
“Damn, wrong team?” Jeff hedged.
“Don’t think so.”
The group, which surrounded the handsome, tall drink of water that made Jeff and Jensen equally excited, stayed close and around each other. The two women were obviously a couple, but they couldn’t get a good read on the other two guys. Though the non-boss type guy clearly was making heart eyes at the tall guy.
They drank a fair amount, which made Jensen and Jeff reconsider, as someone who was too drunk could lead to consent issues and other unintended consequences.
It was the dark-haired older guy who clocked them not long after. Well, older was an exaggeration; the closer he got, the more Jensen realized he was roughly Jeff’s age with piercing blue eyes and an unruly head of short, dark hair.
“Well, are you guys going to stare at him the whole night or go say hi?” He winked at both of them and walked over to Ty at the bar, who seemed to know him.
“Wanna do the honors?” Jeff asked.
Jeff watched as Jensen stood, smoothed out his tee, and strode over to the small group. The conversation was all smiles, and the tall guy seemed very touchy but not in a creepy way once the conversation got going.
He had his palm across Jensen’s shoulder blades and leaned down close enough so he could hear what he was saying. Something made him throw his head back and burst out laughing. Jeff wished he were in earshot as he watched Jensen do his thing.
It was clear from the finger pointing over Jensen’s shoulder and eyes locking onto him with focused intent that the conversation was at the stage that would either make or break it.
Tall guy whispered something back in Jensen’s ear and pointed at the bar. A few seconds after that, Jensen recused himself from the rest of the group and meandered back over to Jeff.
“Well, he insisted on buying us drinks, and he’ll be over momentarily.” Jensen filled Jeff in with no small amount of pride. “And his name’s Jared.”
“Jared, huh? What’s your take on him?”
“Protective workmates, they’re firefighters and paramedics from the fire station a few blocks over,” Jensen said as he sat on the high-top chair beside Jeff so he could talk and be heard, both of them watching the small group while they could just see the top of Jared’s head over by the bar. The place had gotten busy. “Jared’s their newest firefighter, just finished his year as probie. This is their celebration of that milestone.”
“Dang, there’s a joke in there somewhere, huh? A cop, a firefighter, and an executive walking into a bar.” Jensen’s face lit up, and he nodded his head in agreement.
“Kinda has a nice ring to it. Plus, all our initials are the same, quite the coincidence.”
“Okay, okay there, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jensen laughed.
They moved their gazes away from the group and focused on other people in the bar; the crowd dancing over on the dancefloor was pumping, and the DJ was doing his best to keep things fired up. Fire chief blue-eyes nodded at them both when they relocated to the dance floor without Jared. Jensen thought it was weird, but saw Jared talking to Ty at the bar. They hadn’t seen money or alcohol change hands yet.
Not wanting to be staring or too eager, they started people watching and giving people random back stories. Another song came and went, they saw Jared’s crew let loose on the dancefloor, much like Jeff, they’d sourced some glow-in-the-dark paints, and were busy decorating each other.
“Whoa, where’d he go, Jeff?” Jensen asked when he couldn’t spot Jared’s floppy head of hair anymore.
“Let’s go find him, go check with Ty, and I’ll go check the bathrooms,” Jeff instructed, and they flowed through the crowd to their respective destination.
“He went off for little boys and gave me his drink order beforehand. You guys are in for a treat,” Ty explained easily, and Jensen wanted to share his casualness about it, but something in his gut told him that things weren’t quite right.
He caught up with Jeff walking down the hallways to the unisex bathrooms. There were two with three stalls each, and one accessible one, which had nobody in it.
“Come on, little guy, don’t be like that. I could read your submissiveness like a cloud over your head, back curling in and making yourself look smaller.” The voice was sleazy and predatory.
Jensen and Jeff looked at each other, eyes blazing with anger. Whoever that bullshit was directed at, better not be Jared, or anyone for that matter, because that sounded like unwanted attention.
“I’m gonna ask you one more time, move your muscle jock ass out of the way and let me go back to my friends, or I swear you’ll regret it. Not saying it again.” Jared’s voice was strong and fueled by controlled anger.
“Don’t be like that kitten, come on. Let me take care o’ ya.” The man made a critical mistake then, tried to get a hold of Jared’s hair, fingertips barely touching before, in a swift movement, Jared took hold of his thick wrist with an iron grip of his own, spun the guy around, and slammed him against the wall of the bathroom, arm twisted painfully up on his back.
“Get the fuck out of this club before I put your face through the bathroom door, you creepy fuck,” Jared growled the words out and pulled the guy’s arm just a bit higher, making him whimper.
“Submissive, my ass. Gents, would you get security please?” Jared asked Jeff and Jensen, who watched the entire thing unfold.
Ty himself showed up moments later with his burly security guard, while Jared filled him in on what transpired with Jeff, and Jensen nodded in assent when Ty looked to them for confirmation. Their confirmation wasn’t needed to kick the guy to the curb, but it guided the severity of just how banned the man would be from the club going forward.
“Lifetime ban, we will call the cops on you if you show your face here again. In fact, do you wanna press charges, Jay?” Ty looked over at Jared expectantly.
“Not worth the time or energy, just keep him outta here please.”
Ty nodded and took a photo of the guy to post on a pinboard in the employee area in the back. “Accosting a customer and trying to touch when no consent was given doesn’t fly here. Take that elsewhere, or better yet, let this be a lesson to you to change your ways. You’re lucky he didn’t lay you out.”
“Fucking fairy,” the guy growled under his breath as security took him away.
***
“You okay, Jay-bird?” Ty turned to Jared after the guy was out of earshot.
“Thanks, Lafitte.” The two fist-pumped and one-arm hugged before Ty went back behind the bar, patting Jeff’s shoulder as he squeezed past them.
“Come get those drinks of yours, cher,” he threw over his shoulder while leaving.
“Gimme 2,” Jay replied, smiling.
“Padalecki, what’s going on?” It was the police chief.
“Collins, wow, look at you. Having fun?” Jared replied, not answering the chief’s question.
“You bet, joining us on the dance floor soon? The girls were asking about you.”
“Na, I have a round of shots to enjoy with these two. Jensen and Jeff,” Jared responded easily, and Collins looked over at both of them, blue eyes hard as steel, slightly squinting to convey a very clear: “Treat him right, or else.” kind of vibe.
“No need for that kind of look, boss. He’s a big boy who can take care of himself, clearly,” Jensen replied easily and nodded toward Jared, who stood a little taller as soon as Jensen finished his sentence.
***
Their table was taken by others, so Jeff and Jensen blocked a bit of space along the far end of the bar and waited for Jared to come to them.
He was a few paces away from them, walking carefully with a small tray that looked minuscule in his large hands and was loaded with three shots that looked like liquid fire. Jensen couldn’t help but bite his lower lip when he imagined what else those big hands could do, with Jeff whispering in his ear, “Could pin your wrists down in one hand, couldn’t he, while he makes you take him deep.” A warm shudder raced down Jensen’s spine at the visual Jeff drew for him.
“Whatcha got for us, gorgeous?” Jeff asked when Jared set down the round on the dark-brown plastic tray.
“Voltage shots, kind of a tradition when celebrating things.”
“Yeah? Jensen told me you’re officially a firefighter now. How does that work?”
“Hold that thought, I’ll explain. But first, bottoms up,” Jared insisted.
A chorus of cheers from the three of them to each other preceded their drinking of the carefully crafted reddish, yellow shots within the red sugar-rimmed glasses. The taste was something else, a mix of mango, coconut, and pineapple, which made Jensen burst out laughing when Jeff, who was of the opinion that gin and tonic and an old-fashioned were the best drinks of choice, made a face at the sugary, fruity mixture that went down rather smoothly.
He was just about to call him on it when his gaze swiveled back over to Jared, who made a show of tipping his head back, lengthening out that strong throat of his, and then licked the sugar clean off the glass entirely with a capable pink tongue.
Jared’s gaze found Jensen’s, and there was an invitation there.
“You gotta ask for what you want, sugar. No giving or taking without consent,” Jeff rumbled out as he watched Jared do his spiel.
“Wanna kiss you, can I?” Jensen asked, green eyes locked onto Jared’s lips as he waited for the enthusiastic nod. He curled his palm around the nape of Jared’s neck, firm but not controlling as he brought him down and stood on tiptoes so he could kiss the last grainss of sugar right off his mouth, tracing his tongue along the seam of Jared’s lips and going deeper, as Jared kissed back, long arms wrapping around Jensen’s waist pulling him in flush and fuck if that didn’t set Jensen’s size kink off. He was surrounded, crowded by his wide shoulders and broad chest; the scent of him was both spicy, woodsy, and masculine in the most tantalizing way.
Jensen and Jared parted for air, their lips pink and kiss-bitten, eyes a bit glazed and hungry. Jeff carded his fingers through Jensen’s hair and gently turned his head toward himself. “Lemme have a taste, darlin’.” Jensen turned willingly and let Jeff explore and taste his lips, while Jared was looking at them both, hand gripping the fabric of Jensen’s tee a bit harder around his back.
“Fuck, let’s get out of here already,” Jensen groaned when Jared latched on to his throat and was on a high-speed train toward leaving him with a string of hickeys like they were going out of style before he nibbled and kissed that spot just below his ear that was both ticklish and incredibly sensitive. He could feel Jared smile against his skin, five o'clock shadow brushing against it just so.
Jeff swiftly put his button-down shirt back on, and the three were out of the club in no time.
***
“So, is this a one-night only kinda thing?” Jared asked before they were about to go through the revolving door at the 4-star hotel.
“Normally, yeah. Jen and I have been exclusive for over four years now. He’s my person, but sometimes we like inviting a third party by mutual agreement.”
“Well, I’m flattered.”
“Also, make sure you don’t run out before breakfast, it’s worth sticking around for.” Jensen winked at him, and Jared grinned, clearly getting the double-entendre for what it was.
The three of them walked into the fancy hotel, checking in and getting key cards for the night before they made it over to the bank of elevators that would whisk them up to the fifth floor.
***
“Damn, you can see the whole downtown core from up here,” Jared exclaimed as he walked to the window front of the room and looked out at the sea of lights below.
“What you mean to say is that all of downtown gets to see you, beautiful.” Jeff leaned in and brought his front to Jared’s back, grinding his semi-hard cock against his hips, slow and sensual, giving him ample opportunity to say no. Jared’s one palm went up against the cool glass plane at shoulder level while his other reached back to scramble for purchase, grabbing hold of Jeff’s black button-down, dragging him closer, clearly on board with being pinned against the window.
Jeff considered for a moment, as much as the guy who’d accosted Jared had been an ass about it, one thing he’d picked up may not have been entirely incorrect. For as tall, imposing, strong, and built as Jared was, he’d peg him for a submissive or bottom and hopefully verse and a switch, but they’d have the entire night to figure that out.
“Not gonna be the sexiest thing I whisper in your ear, but no penetration without rubber, any of us say stop or red, everything stops immediately, no questions asked. Jen is verse and switches, and I top and Dom only, how about you?”
“Informed consent is about the sexiest thing a casual hookup can whisper in my ear. Stop or red, everything ends. I’m bi, switch, and versatile. Not comfortable bottoming until I know you better, though.”
“In that case, it sounds like Jensen’s gonna have twice the tops coming his way, and I guarantee you, he’ll love every second of it.”
Jared could see Jensen in his periphery, watching him rub himself through his jeans, \as he watched and listened to their interaction.
“Catch me if you can,” Jensen challenged and made a run for the bedroom.
“What the?” Jared asked, smirking, as he watched Jeff go after him and ultimately decided, what the hell. They had Jensen cornered in no time, but the guy did a move he’d have deemed impossible for a guy his size and dove right in between Jared’s legs and sprinted back out into the living area. “How, what the… explain please, Jeff? What is happening?” Jared asked, laughing.
“He likes being chased, literally, and pinned down when caught. Having two large guys like us doing the chasing is a fantasy come true. But be warned, he’s a cop; he can outmaneuver many holds.”
“Dude, what? What do you do for work?”
“Ok, not a dude, don’t ever call me that, and I’m a former Marine and now private security, running my own business.”
“Cool, so wanna tag team?” Jared winked at Jeff, and they laid out a plan of attack in whispered voices.
“Where do you think he went off to?” Jared asked in a stage whisper.
“He’s a squirrely bastard when he wants to be,” Jeff answered, holding back his smirk as they looked around the space until they spotted Jensen hiding behind the blackout curtains by the windows. Jeff pointed at the socked feet poking out beneath the hem.
Jared knew a thing or two about disarming or subduing someone from his fire academy training, but it usually wasn’t applied to someone who was a cop like Jensen. However, between him and Jeff, he had no doubt they could take him down. He watched Jeff count down silently on three fingers, and when he held up a fist, they both pounced on him.
Jared went for his torso with both arms, swiftly manipulating his wrists so that they were twisted on his back, while Jeff grabbed hold of Jensen’s legs, pinning them together. They easily half-dragged, half-lifted him up off the ground and over to the bed. No matter how hard Jensen fought them, he couldn’t get any purchase. Once they had him on the bed face down, Jared straddled him, and Jeff started taking his clothes off.
A stoplight check was answered with an aggressive green from Jensen, and Jared kept holding on to his wrists, lifting up so Jeff could pull Jensen’s pants down after he’d pulled off his socks already. He passed Jared the leather belt from his own jeans after fashioning a set of handcuffs from it.
“Nice improvisation, Jeff,” Jared commented and slid the cuffs onto Jensen’s wrists and tightened them before buckling the belt, so Jensen couldn’t slip them off, but also not too tight to cut off circulation. Jared clamped down his hand on the nape of Jensen’s neck and kept him pinned down. He was struggling hard against him, bucking up with all he had, and the grinding of Jensen’s hips against Jared’s crotch was making his pants feel tighter by the second. He grabbed hold of the collar of Jensen’s shirt, bunched it up in his fist until it choked him a little bit, and pushed his fist down on the bed beside Jensen’s throat. The move made Jensen go still, no longer struggling as if Jared had grabbed him like a cat by its scruff; his lips were parted and panting from exertion, but he submitted beautifully to Jared. “That’s better, Jen. Are you gonna be good for Jeff and me tonight?”
“Make me,” came the defiant and challenging reply. Jeff grabbed condoms and lube from the bedside table before coming back naked, giving Jared the chance to appreciate his lean physique, pert ass, and cut cock that was already half hard between muscular thighs. He wasn’t bulky, but Jared could tell there was strength hiding in every part of his body.
After some maneuvering, Jared was leaning against the headboard with Jensen against his front, his hands squashed between them, and sucking Jared’s thumb like it was his cock. Jeff was making a meal of Jensen’s ass, rimming him and fucking him open on his fingers and his tongue simultaneously.
Jared watched and wished they didn’t have to be safe because having Jensen's luscious lips around his cock would feel like heaven. His eyes were half-lidded, his body jolting every time Jeff rubbed across that sweet spot in him, suckling Jared’s finger, his cock dribbling precome onto his own stomach just from being opened up. “Fucking look at you, Jen,” Jared whispered, “so hard already and you haven’t even got a cock in you yet. Very sensitive and responsive, being so good for us.” Jensen moaned around Jared’s thumb, his back arching up a bit, so Jared continued showering him with filthy praise until Jeff was done.
“Come ‘ere, Jared.” Jeff waved Jared over to him to the foot of the bed, leaving Jensen lying on his back, licking his lips and biting the lower one as he watched absently what Jeff and Jared were up to.
Jeff leaned in close and whispered to Jared. Jensen couldn’t make out what was said, but trusted Jeff implicitly and watched Jeff hand Jared a condom. In a move that Jensen may have been able to fight off if unbound, but definitely couldn’t with his hands behind his back, Jeff flipped him over onto his belly and had him bring his knees under his hips.
Jared ripped the package open and rolled the pre-lubed condom on, making sure it sat right, and watched as Jeff settled in at the headboard, bringing Jensen’s face into his lap to feed him his cock.
With his hands bound and his ass up for Jared to admire, he had no real leverage to lift himself off of Jeff’s cock, and he gagged a little bit around it until Jeff gave him a brief reprieve by lifting his head up a little bit.
“You’re gonna be so full, Jensen. Jeff down your throat, stretching it wide, and you’re gonna let me in here, aren’t you?” Jared asked as he ran his fingers from the root of Jensen’s cock down his perineum and across his slick hole. “Gonna be our little fuck toy, bet you can come without a hand on your cock too, can’t you? So sensitive and turned on by all of this, aren’t you?”
Jeff’s head fell back against the headboard as Jensen groaned around his length, the sound vibrating up his cock.
“You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you, boy,” Jeff husked out, voice deeper and clearly turned on.
“So, I’ve been told. It’s very easy to praise Jensen, he’s being so good. Letting his two tops take care of him for the night, making him feel good.” Jared held back on pet names and endearments as he wasn’t sure if Jensen would be welcoming to them.
“Beautiful like this, Jensen, already heading for subspace like a D-train,” Jeff commented and rolled his hips into Jensen’s mouth. “Go on, Jay, let’s fill him up from both sides, huh?”
Jared didn’t need to be told twice, and after testing the prep Jeff had done with his fingers, he squirted more lube on his cock and pushed inside. Jensen was welcoming, tight, and hot around him. Once all the way in, Jared held himself there, allowing Jensen to get used to his size. He watched as Jeff ran his palms down Jensen’s bound arms and leaned forward a bit, making Jensen take all of him, his nose pressed in against the coarse pubic hair at the root of Jeff’s cock. He was relaxed, and his eyes closed as he lay impaled between them.
A small moaning sound, pleading and muffled by the length of cock in his throat and the feel of Jensen’s rim around Jared, told him when he was ready for more. Both of Jared’s hands grabbed Jensen’s hips as he started to pull out, almost all the way, only to slam back inside. The motion dragged Jensen off of Jeff’s cock a bit, but not entirely, and he could hear Jen’s breathing pattern change. Jeff’s hands were curled into Jensen’s hair, not pulling, just holding on possessively like they belonged there.
The visual of the two of them, the sounds Jensen made around Jeff’s cock, and the growled out wordless sounds from Jeff were music in Jared’s ears as he set an even pace, going progressively harder and faster, aiming for Jensen’s prostate on every stroke.
“Fuck, he clenches down and flexes his throat every time you hit that sweet spot of his. Keep going, Jared. Go on, really go for it. Let us see what your tall and strong body is made of.” That alone was enough to drive Jared even closer to the edge himself; the knowledge that he was turning them both on, Jeff via Jensen, was about the hottest thing he’d ever experienced or been a part of.
“Ngh…yeah… faster, Jay, come on, harder,” Jeff grunted out as he rolled his hips in time with Jared’s thrust, Jensen like a ragdoll between them, and Jared grabbed his bound wrists and used them as a handle, drilling into Jensen without reservation now, one hard thrust after another, pelvis slapping against Jensen’s tight ass.
Jared knew there was no stopping it when that spark of pleasure erupted in his gut, his hips jackrabbit fast, and cock held tight by Jensen’s ass. One, two, three times, and he was filling up the condom with a rough slam into Jensen, who moaned, choked, and gagged around Jeff’s cock while Jeff pinned him there and corkscrewed his hips face-fucking Jensen hard, before he yanked him off violently with a grip in his hair and came all over his face. Jeff rubbed himself through his orgasm, painting across Jensen’s nose, jaw, and part of his hair with streaks of white.
Jensen looked amazing like this, his lips pink from his mouth having been used so thoroughly, green eyes half-open, eyelashes sparkling with tears, his cheeks flushed with freckles standing out as he panted with his head nestled in between Jeff’s legs.
Jared reached around, and Jensen’s whole body jumped when he closed his fist around his rock-hard cock to start stroking him. Long deliberate slides of his curled fist from root to tip, pressing in underneath the crown of Jensen’s cock, discovering this part of his body by paying attention to how he reacted. Jensen struggled, his arms pulling against the leather belt, but Jared pinned his bound wrists to the small of his back while he continued his reach around. Jensen went pliant for him, and Jared would never tire of him reacting like that to being held down; submitting, offering himself up like that. “Go on, Jen, come for us.”
The air in the room smelled like sex. Jensen’s wordless sounds echoed through the room, backed up by panting from Jared and gentle encouragement from Jeff until Jensen spilled his load onto Jared’s hand and the bedding beneath. Jeff mimicked putting a finger in his mouth, and Jared stared at him, not quite believing that this was happening, before he leaned down, carrying his own weight with one of his arms, and fed Jensen’s come back to him. Watching him lick his finger clean was obscenely sexy with his pink lips wrapped around it, and Jared picking up some of Jeff’s come to bring it around to Jensen’s mouth. There was no hesitation, just Jensen sinking into this, all of him, and Jared wished this wasn’t a one-night thing.