Benjamen Isaac Braeden (mr_hero) wrote in spn_nextgen, @ 2011-06-05 02:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !deleted and extended scenes, 1x13 - paid the piper |
Extended Scene: 1x13.5 - Push & Pull
Claire chuckled lightly, taking the ice pack from his eye to toss on the counter. She met his eyes, intending to tilt his face gently to inspect the bruise, but instead was hit with the irresistible urge to kiss him. Which she did, then pulled back, smiling.
“Dunno how you both put up with me,” he said quietly, partly in jest and partly out of self-depreciation.
Letting out a breath, Jesse shook his head. “Shut up. It’s not like I haven’t done worse,” he said before tugging at the hem of Ben’s shirt to pull it off. Even the small displacement brought out an ache in his shoulder and he visibly winced, having been unaware of it until that point. Apparently the swing-around Jacob had given him was harder than he thought.
“No comment,” he replied, trying to inject some humor into the words.
Me either. Claire thought on the end of Ben’s words, but she didn’t say anything. Ben turned his head, expecting to see her leaving like she mentioned, but instead found her stripping her shirt over her head as well.
“Really missing Vegas right now,” he said with a small, breathless laugh as his hands came down to work open his belt and slacks.
They took their time in the shower, focusing on Ben with intense care. Between the work of their hands and the steam of the shower, the aches and tension were pulled from his muscles, leaving behind supple bliss. Then Jesse’s hand circled his hard cock.
“I think he’s clean enough to get dirty again, don’t you, Claire?” Jesse said, looking at the blond with a smile. She smiled crookedly from around Ben’s shoulder, which she nipped at before answering.
“I think so, but maybe somewhere it won’t kill all three of us.”
Their conspiring was enough to leave him speechless so Ben just nodded dumbly, unable to stop the plaintiff little noise that escaped him when Jesse pulled back long enough to shut off the water. Between the two of them he was herded back into the bedroom again. Their bedroom, with the king-sized bed he’d deliberately made sure to get them, though his motives at the time were a lot more pure. They were still mostly dripping wet as he felt hands gently pushing down on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the end of the bed. Jesse immediately sat next to him, his fingers traveling lightly over Ben’s cock. Claire primped the excess water from her hair as she settled on her knees in front of him, and raked her fingers along his thighs. Ben shivered as the dual sensations shot up through him, feeling a rush of blood in his groin.
“Tell us what you want,” Jesse said, nipping at his earlobe. “Anything you want.”
The words were enough to make him gasp, and Ben moved his left hand to the end of the bed and held on firmly. The possibilities were nearly endless, and all of them left him hungry.
“Anything I want,” he repeated in a daze, his eyes falling on Claire’s. They were hooded and already locked on his face, peeking up from where her cheek nuzzled the inside of his thigh. Her lips quirked up at the corners, and both brows arched expectantly.
“Fuck,” he breathed out emphatically, his head all but swimming with sudden, undeniable need. For a second, he couldn’t even find the words to put to the images that flooded his mind. “I... both of you.” He swallowed around the parchness in his throat. “Mirroring each other.” It sounded like nonsense out loud, but it was the only way it made sense to him. “So if you’re on my left, she’s on my right. I just wanna feel you both.”
Running a finger up the underside of his cock and pulling another shiver out of Ben, Jesse gave a breath of a laugh. “Alright. Slide on back and get comfortable.” Claire pushed herself up using Ben’s thighs, her knee creased the bedsheets on his right as he sprawled out in the center.
As she settled on her side, the palm of her top hand followed the inside of his leg, adding the tiny twinge of raking nails, meeting Jesse’s eyes with a spark of heat behind her own when she gripped the base of Ben’s cock. Ben watched them with rapt attention, his jaw going slack at the wordless communication between them. It was by far the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and hardly anything had happened yet.
Jesse’s smiled at the both of them, his leg slipping comfortably over Ben’s before he dipped his head to nuzzle along his neck. Closing his mouth on Ben’s pulse, Jesse raked his nails across Ben’s chest as Claire’s hand tightened and twisted smoothly toward his tip. Her hips rolled against his, pulled by her leg over the one Jesse didn’t have a hold of.
For all that Ben wanted nothing more than to watch them, he knew without a doubt in his mind that he would come way too fast if he focused too much. His eyes fell closed and he concentrated on trying to keep from hyperventilating, his body instinctively pressing into every touch and caress.
His mouth working down to the dip in Ben’s throat, Jesse ran his tongue down along it before pulling back. He couldn’t help thinking back to earlier, and how it felt to know what he was doing to Ben. “How does it feel? You like feeling me and Claire, touching every part of you?” As if on cue, Claire’s teeth lightly scraped the ridge of Ben’s collarbone, and she picked up her pace. Ben moaned in response, his back arching while his shoulders pressed back into the mattress.
“Amazing,” he panted. “So fucking good.”
“Only that good?” Jesse teased, sinking lower to swirl his tongue around Ben’s nipple before giving it a light bite. His hand traveled lower as well, past Claire’s to cup Ben’s balls. Ben’s eyes flew open at the bite, but immediately closed again as Jesse’s hand slid lower. Claire captured his leg with both of hers, squeezing and rutting against him at half the pace of her hand.
“You’ll see when it’s your turn,” Ben said around a breathless laugh that quickly dissolved into another little gasp. His hands finally moved out from where they were trapped on either side of him, sliding into the curves of Jesse and Claire’s backs. Smiling against his skin, Jesse gave Ben’s balls a light squeeze before his expression turned a little thoughtful. Biting his bottom lip, he watched Ben’s face carefully as he slid his hand further, along Ben’s cleft, still slick from the shower. His finger paused at the entrance, then slowly pressed in.
Again Ben’s eyes snapped open and his breath caught jaggedly, his toes curling in shock. Then Claire’s hand circled up to the head of his cock again before dropping downward and he moaned helplessly, pleasure spiking throughout his body.
The sound pulled Claire’s eyes up to Ben’s face, her lip caught in her teeth at the sight. She looked at Jesse, then down the length of Ben’s body as he tensed in pleasure. A hard ache twisted through her, translated by a noise of want and approval in the back of her throat, and the way she pumped him harder.
Ben’s reaction made Jesse grind against his hip, a smile spreading on his lips as he pushed in deeper. “You like that, huh? Fuck, you’re so hot, so tight,” Jesse purred, nuzzling against Ben’s abdomen as he built a slow, gentle rhythm.
With his legs trapped, Ben could barely rock into the sensations, even though he wanted desperately to. It didn’t even occur to him to ask, he was so lost to it, but when he tried to slide his fingers farther down Claire’s back to nestle into her slick cunt and found himself unable to reach, he finally managed to rasp out:
“Claire, c’m’up a bit. Don’t stop,” he corrected quickly, “I just-- I wanna--”
“Wanna what?” she purred against his collarbone, her lips twitching there, open with her breath and the rhythm of her hand. Ben moaned again, a flush working across his face and downward to his clavicle.
“You’re--” he gasped out, then swallowed and tried again. “I wanna touch you.” His eyes dropped down the length of his body, catching sight of what they were both doing and trying desperately to thrust and press into both. “And I wanna... I wanna move, and you’re--” Claire grinned against his skin, moving her hand to circle over the head of his cock at an achingly slower pace than before, but her thigh slacked over his, and slid away.
Jesse’s breath came sharper at the words pulled from Ben, and his speed increased, loosening Ben with every thrust. Finally able to bring up at least one hip, Ben dug his heel into the mattress and canted first up into Claire’s hand, then down against Jesse’s. Once again he moaned helplessly, though louder this time, and the hand resting against the small of Claire’s back dipped further down, his fingers pressing up into her, causing her to groan and turn her hips back to the touch, her grip suddenly tighter. The same desperate urge to touch Jesse was still there, but he knew what was coming and didn’t dare try to distracted him.
“More,” he begged.
Grinding against Ben’s hip, Jesse grinned as he slowly slid in a second finger. He kept his rhythm up a big before scissoring exploratorily inside, trying to find the places Ben had found in him before.
The twists were enough to make him squirm, his body reacting before he had a chance to even register what was happening, and then suddenly it felt like every nerve in his body throbbed at once. Ben cried out, equal parts surprised and overwhelmed, his body arching almost straight off the bed.
“Oh fuck, he keened. “I-- oh god, wait, I--”
Jesse’s hand paused immediately, looking up at Ben. His chest rose and fell rapidly with every strained breath as he fought himself back from the edge, his head tilting back until his neck was bent to the point of hurting. It wasn’t enough.
“Please, don’t let it end yet, please please, please, I don’t want it to stop, please,” he begged his body, oblivious to the fact that the words were not an inner monologue. “Feels so good, so good, so much, don’t, don’t, don’t,” When it finally started to ebb a little he moaned again, grateful and so delirious. “Fuck, I need--”
His smile widening, Jesse said, “What do you need, babe? Anything you want, you got it.”
Somewhere under the haze in his mind, he knew his face must be beet red with all these demands for words from him. Words never came easily when he was in the throws of a good fuck, or if they did he always wondered just how coherent he managed to be. They drove him insane when they all came together like they did, but all he wanted was--
“More,” he begged again. “Want you, both of you, fuck me, please, please, please.”
“Yeah,” Jesse growled, giving his hand a twist before sliding it out. “Go on and pin Claire to the bed. I’ll be right behind you.”
Hyper-aware of how hard her heart was pounding in that moment, and the fire coiling through her veins, Claire didn’t even let Ben get a word out after that, having pushed up on an elbow to claim his mouth, the hand that’d been around his cock now pressed to his jaw to guide him toward her. He kissed her in abandon, arms circling around her waist as he rolled them both. From there it was only a slight shift and he was slipping into her, the wet heat all but engulfing him. Delirious terror temporarily flooded him and he broke the kiss with a gasp, burying his face into her neck as she tilted her chin back, inhaling sharply.
“Oh fuck, Claire, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he whimpered. Pain shot up through his bruised eye and was just enough to keep him from teetering over again, and as a way to distract himself further he slid his left hand up to her breast, rolling his palm into the supple flesh before tugging deftly at the sharp peak of her nipple. Claire caught her breath and her eyes squeezed shut briefly, before the breath released as an uneven moan.
Jesse paused just a moment to watch them, his cock giving a throb of need before he rolled off the bed. He scrambled in his bag for the KY he’d picked up in Las Vegas, readying himself as he settled in behind Ben. Gripping his hips, Jesse ever-so-slowly pressed against Ben’s tight entrance. Claire’s hands traveled the length of Ben’s arms, finding both hands in order to lace their fingers, the weight pressing her arms into the mattress.
For a moment, Ben couldn’t breathe. It was like being crowded in the bathroom again, but a hundred times more intense and unbelievably amazing. When he finally could take another breath it was to let his jaw drop open soundlessly against Claire’s shoulder. It was so much to take in at once; his mind couldn’t even wrap around the endless loops of pleasure raking up and down his synapses.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m dying,” he babbled, his body shuddering on the brink. “This-- oh god.”
Shifting to lean over, one hand pressed into the mattress to hold him up, Jesse twisted his other hand in Ben’s hair. Lips brushing against Ben’s, he said, “Then let’s make it a good death.” With a desperate kiss, Jesse started rocking his hips, which in turn forced Ben to thrust up into Claire. The sound he made in response was nothing short of primal. Claire dug her heels into the mattress, sucking in breath as she braced against them both, revelling in the hard change in his grip on a deep, undeniable level.
Ben felt like putty between them, unable to move his own body more than an inch in any direction. They owned every part of him, and he had no desire to do anything but surrender. Everything seemed to slow down until he was somehow hovering in that space of so close so close so close, but not quite falling over. Without realizing it, he’d once again started begging in long, formless moans.
Breathing deep, Jesse’s hands moved back to Ben’s hips even as he stayed arched over him. “Yeah, yeah, you like that? So fucking tight,” he groaned, his thrusts deepening. Claire craned her neck, drawing a line of hot kisses along Ben’s jaw and throat. She whined and gasped against the still-damp skin, tasting the salt and shower water that clung to him. On a half-thought driven by dizzying desire, her legs curled around the back of Jesse’s.
Claire’s touch was a surprise jolt to his system, making Jesse’s grip tighten. Ben, in turn, whimpered in response. It took tremendous effort to even lift his head to see what the cause was, but curiosity drove him and he certainly felt pressed more snugly against Claire at the shift in her legs. A few seconds later, his brain finally caught on to what had happened, his thoughts coming out in a nonsensical stream:
“You’re fucking her through me, and she wants me and you and I do too, both of you, all of you, mine and yours and ours, oh fuck, oh my god, I’m so close, so close, want it to stop but never stop, kiss her, fuck me, love you, fuck--!”
Not about to argue, Jesse brought his mouth crashing down on Claire’s over Ben’s shoulder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Her sharp whimper swallowed by the kiss, which she returned with a desperate ferocity, broken only by short cries and gasps with each push. Each stabbing thrust pressed into the deep pleasure center in his body, which doubled up with every thrust into Claire, and in a matter of moments Ben was coming undone, drowning in the overwhelming force of climax.
Jesse broke the kiss with a gasp as he felt the surprise surge of pressure of Ben clenching around him. His nails digging tight into Ben’s skin, Jesse pounded hard, each thrust almost leaving Ben completely as he became more and more desperate for release. He felt something tighten from his groin to his throat, and with a strangled cry he came in Ben. And somehow, through all of it, Ben felt himself unable to come down. He felt very near to sobbing as the pleasure rode the fine line of pain, his vision going white behind his eyelids as the force of Jesse’s thrusts continued to drive him into Claire.
The frenzy had jarred a little more breath out of her each time they both crashed down against her; mixing with the slick, hot friction that ground between her legs, the effect was dizzying. As they slowed, following the carnal sounds of their consecutive orgasms, Claire’s breaths were hard and labored. Every nerve ending tingled, and every muscle ached with pent up pleasure that catching her breath just barely kept from sliding over the edge.
Ben felt his consciousness floating dangerously close to darkness, but knew without a doubt that if he fell down on Claire she would be very angry with him. Also, it was suffocatingly hot, and Jesse was leaning on him. Further, he hadn’t heard Claire come.