When: December 30, 2002 Characters/Pairing: Amy/Thomas/Ethan Rating: R/NC-17 Warnings: Adult situations, slash Summary: Phase one of the seduction of Thomas Connelly. A/N: I know Amy's been wanting this for a very, very long time! Hopefully this won't disappoint!
“What the hell are you doing?!” Thomas glared at Ethan over his shoulder.
The hands rubbing his shoulders didn’t stop, but instead of easing the tension in them, Thomas only felt them tense up further. The last thing he wanted right now was Ethan touching him. It made Thomas think of Ethan touching his Amy, and that only pissed him off. He hated the way Amy would flit between him and Ethan, showering them both with affection. He tried not to let his resentment show, though. He had, after all, agreed to this arrangement.
He hated that she’d slipped out of his bed this morning to go warm Ethan’s. He hated how she’d kissed him first, hated that he hadn’t woken up in time to keep her from going to Ethan. He hated that he was so in love with someone who already loved someone else. And, most of all, he hated that Ethan seemed perfectly fine with sharing Amy, as though she were just some common broom.
“Thomas,” Ethan said with a smirk. “Look forward and try to relax.”
Thomas clenched his jaw, but looked forward, reminding himself that while hexing that smirk of Ethan’s face might be satisfying, it wouldn’t earn him any points with Amy. But then the hands on his shoulders changed, they became lighter, softer. Soft full lips pressed against his bare neck as Amy’s hands began to roam the firm muscles of his back and chest. He was so distracted that he didn’t even notice the slight tremble in her hands that was the only sign she was nervous about their arrangement, too.
Amy’s hands found his, holding them in a tight grip that might have raised his suspicions had she not turned his head to capture his lips in a searing kiss. He gasped into her mouth when he felt his pants being pulled down. He was already half hard from the attention Amy was giving him, but when a soft, yet strong and obviously masculine hand wrapped around him, his eyes popped open in alarm.
Amy didn’t release his hands, nor did she stop kissing him. He knew he could have gotten out of her grasp, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He was having an intense struggle inside. He loved making Amy happy, but he wasn’t gay! He shouldn’t have gotten so hard from the things Ethan was doing to him. His hips bucked toward Ethan’s mouth, and he groaned against Amy’s lips.
Thomas was disgusted with himself for finding any pleasure in the things Ethan was doing to him, but his senses seemed to be on fire. He squeezed Amy’s hand reassuringly, and then pulled it out of her grasp to reach down to twine in Ethan’s hair. He grabbed a handful, holding Ethan in place while he jerked his hips up erratically a few times before he gasped and moaned and spilled his seed in the other man’s mouth.
When he was spent, he kissed Amy’s lips once more gently, released Ethan’s hair, and rested his head back against the couch. His breathing was ragged and his eyes rolled back as Ethan kept licking and sucking him clean. He wasn’t gay, he reminded himself, but no man in his right mind would have being able to resist enjoying what had just occurred.