Extended Scene: 1x17.5 - Help I'm Alive Everything had already been packed in the GTO for them to leave when they’d gone to the pawn shop three days ago, so there was no real point in going back to Izzy’s house -- in spite of her invitation. In all honesty, Ben wanted to get the hell out of Rockville and back on the road again, but Jesse and Claire both looked like they’d barely slept since he’d lost consciousness. He could spare an evening in a hotel bed for them.
Without being too picky, they drove until they saw signs for a hotel and pulled off into the parking lot. All Ben wanted was a shower and some real food, his patience teetering as he waited for Jesse to work the clerk over. Once they were in the room -- the best suite in the house, because Jesse never ever scrimped -- Ben made a beeline to the bathroom, shedding his clothing along the way.
It came to no surprise when he felt them follow after him. He didn’t have to look back to see them; he heard the clothes falling, felt the heat of Jesse’s body press against his back as Claire came in around the front, blocking the streaming jets of water from the high pressure showerhead. Through all of it they were quiet; it was very reflecting of the mood. When he made a go at getting the soap to lather up, the task was taken away from him. Ben had half a mind to protest, but the moment he felt the warm, sudsy hands on his skin, he closed his eyes and submitted. They might have been tired, but they clearly wanted him, and he was not about to deny them anything they wanted after what he’d subjected them to.
When the water finally went cold Claire turned it off, and from there they somehow made it back into the bedroom again, trailing water out through the bathroom and with them. Jesse turned Ben’s head to his, taking his mouth even as he led them to the bed. Their damp bodies pulled at the duvet, but Jesse paid no mind as he guided Ben down onto his back, Claire behind him. With a last kiss, Jesse moved down to settle between Ben’s legs.
Claire’s fingers ran the length of his arms, sliding back up over his chest and collar bone. Tilting his face towards her she placed slow, tender kisses on his brow, then his lips. Ben let out a shuddering breath, hands moving to his knees and grasping tightly. With a fond smile, Jesse circled his hand around Ben’s base before dipping down and lightly kissing his tip.
It became phenomenally harder to breathe with Claire kissing him so Ben pulled back, his breath hitching. There they were, showering him with attention, when he’d been the one to make them miserable. It should be reverse. He wanted so badly to argue, but it all felt so good and it’d barely begun.
Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him into her, perfectly content in the closeness, with her cheek pressed into his hair. Besides the gentle way her thumbs thoughtlessly brushed back and forth, she simply held him close, and tight. If that was all she did that entire night, she’d have been completely happy. Jesse, however, clearly had something else in mind.
Looking up to find his eyes, Jesse slid his lips over Ben’s head, slow and deliberate as all the air emptied out of Ben’s lungs. His right hand reached out and slid into Jesse’s hair, tightening briefly before relaxing again as his hips canted up.
A thrill racing up his back, Jesse dipped lower before slowly pulling up again. His mouth nearly left Ben before he pushed down again, taking Ben in deeper and pulling a high, needy noise out of him. He found Claire’s mouth again, his free hand moving up to twist in her hair as he kissed her deeply. Her breath stopped with the way her heart flipped, and grip tightened on him, digging shallow graves in his skin with needy fingertips.
Humming in approval at the sight, Jesse concentrated his attention lower. Tongue tracing the contours along Ben’s length, Jesse gradually upped his pace, his hand twisting up to meet his lips. Ben’s hips bucked in rhythm, desperate for more, the hand in Claire’s hair moving to her her shoulder before he broke the kiss again.
“Lemme lie back,” he said against her mouth. She nodded and breathed a little deeper, her eyes heavy with love and need. Scooting back on the bed, she braced herself on the heels of her hands placed on the bed by Ben’s sides, so he could adjust his position. Ben’s hands moved to her hips, his eyes a little glazed over as he looked at her.
“No, I wanna--” he licked his lips, a blush burning wildly across his cheeks. “C’mere.”
He pulled her over and above him so her knees were settled on either side of his head, wasting no time sliding his tongue along her slit. Claire’s thighs reflexively tensed, then she all but melted into a shuddering moan, her hot breath coiled between Ben’s thighs and across Jesse’s cheek. His eyes meeting hers, Jesse’s mouth left Ben for a moment, just long enough to press a searing kiss to Claire’s mouth. Her whine was lost against his lips.
Ben traced his way up to the top, then down again, completely avoiding her clit. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, stroking upward to settle on her hips as he dipped his tongue into her. With a hitched breath released as a low and heady moan, her hips shifted under Ben’s hands, the curve of her spine deepened, her knees twitched further apart. Jesse took the moment to pull back and take Ben again, but he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off of Claire. Sliding a hand between them, he palmed her breast as he watched Ben’s ministrations play out in her expressions.
Ben canted his hips up as he felt the heat of Jesse’s mouth envelope him again, giving a low whine of need. His left hand slid down the curve of Claire’s ass, his fingers plunging into her as he brought his mouth up to her clit at last.
Claire gasped, gripping the bedsheets. The wet heat from his mouth and slow drag of his fingers--the sensations crashed together, igniting her blood with a flush that blazed under her cheeks and everywhere they touched her. Ever the patient one, she found herself suddenly swallowed by desire. The last three days had worn her down to little more than base instinct and raw emotion, all of which could be heard in her moan, riding it low like a purr, or a growl.
The noises spurred Jesse on, fists clenched tight as Ben hit the back of his throat. He also reached between his own legs, unable to ignore the ache any longer. Ben pulled back, his fingers still thrusting, so he could take a deeper breath.
“Fuck, she’s so wet, Jess,” he rasped. He could feel the slow burn of impending orgasm, his hips arching harder.
Giving his own groan, Jesse let go of Claire to cup Ben’s balls. His mouth slid faster, matching the pace of his hand on himself. Ben whined in response, his hand pumping harder into her, sucking Claire’s clit past his lips.
“--oh,god,” she keened in a hard breath, eyes half lidded and glossed over, set on Jesse. She watched the tension in his shoulders as he moved, the sharp definition of every muscle in his arm. Her breaths became shallow and uneven.
Humming, Jesse’s cheeks hollowed as he twisted his hand around the base of Ben’s cock. His own pace increased, his hips rolling into his hand. Ben moaned again, finally pulling his fingers free from Claire.
“Fuck, Jess--” he gasped. “Please. I-- please, I need--” He needed them both. He wanted them both. “Come up here.”
Pulling up, Jesse hesitated a moment, wanting to finish Ben off, but he wasn’t about to ignore a request. Crawling up the bed, he peered down at Ben, once Claire - still breathing hard - sat back on her heels. She looked down the length of her body at him, a bit wild in the eyes.
“How d’you both want me?” Ben asked, his voice gritty with lust. He reached a hand over to Jesse, pulling him closer and stroking a hand up his thigh and over his hip. He kept eye contact with Claire, relishing in the blush that crept down her cheeks and pooled along her clavicle.
“S’up to you, mate.”
Claire’s lips quirked, her fingers brushed away a bit of wet hair from Ben’s face. “You’re the one that stopped us.”
Ben laughed quietly, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as a flush worked through his face as well. “Don’t get me wrong, enjoying the attention. Just--” His other hand slid up above his head, stroking Claire’s leg. “Want more’n that.” I don’t deserve all this. “And I think...” his eyes turned to Jesse, “that it’s your turn this time.”
Jesse shook his head with a small smile. “The one who was last in a coma gets the most attention. That’s the rule.”
For all that he knew Jesse was trying to lighten the mood, Ben felt a sobering jolt to his cock. His eyes lifted to Claire’s imploringly. Still flushed, she chuckled down at him, then tipped her head at Jesse. “Or gets what he wants.” Hopefully ‘coma rules’ weren’t something they had to come across more than once.
“I want you,” Ben said, swallowing hard as he looked between the two of them. “Both of you.”
“Then take us,” she purred with a voice that matched the heated smile, sliding down to his side. Her words in that tone were just enough to put fire back into him again and Ben’s hand slid down to circle around the base of his cock, stroking upward and finding it still slick from Jesse’s ministrations.
“Go get the lube, Jess,” he breathed. “Open me up.”
Feeling an absurd little twist of jealousy, Jesse quickly hopped off the bed and stumbled to his bag. Ben turned toward Claire, his arm circling around her to turn her toward him as he found her mouth in a deep, heady kiss. A throb of weakness shot through her; a sudden, sweet surrender that closed her eyes and lightly shook her slow exhale. His hand moved to her leg, hitching it over his hip before sliding it up into her hair. Just the soft press of her skin against his was enough to pull a low hum of pleasure out of him, his cock nestled but not quite sliding in as he rutted against her.
His breath hitched as he felt Jesse’s cold, wet hands sliding along his crease, circling with a gentle pressure. Gripping Ben’s hip, Jesse leaned over, kissing a long line down his spine. Ben shuddered and broke away from Claire’s lips with a helpless sound, hands clutching at her shoulders as he pressed into her neck.
“Jess,” he whimpered. “Fuck, yeah, that’s--”
Jesse bit his bottom lip, watching Ben closely as he slowly, achingly slid one finger in. Coherency drained out of him as Ben screwed his eyes shut and focused on breathing, his whole body going still. No matter how many times it happened, it still left him in speechless awe. Claire couldn’t help but smoothly push up against him. She matched his breath and ran her hand slowly through his hair.
Nipping at Ben’s shoulder blade, Jesse drove in further, twisting to increase the stretch. Ben pulled one hand way from Claire to reach for him, grabbing uselessly at his hip and pulling him in tighter even as he pressed against Claire harder.
“More,” he begged. “Want you so bad, please, just take me.”
With a quirked smile, Jesse leaned close to his ear as he slowly slid another finger in. “We’re doing this right or we’re not doing it at all,” he teased. Ben screwed his eyes closed and whimpered again, willing his body to relax faster, every sensation throwing him into overload. He wanted to wait, to let them all settle into it together, but every instinct in his body screamed to take take take and it couldn’t be ignored any longer. The hand on Jesse’s hip left briefly to move between him and Claire, adjusting his cock and slipping effortlessly into her. Claire felt the air leave her lungs in jagged steps. She closed her eyes, gripping at Ben’s hair and holding on.
When the wave of undeniable heat ebbed, she met Jesse’s gaze over Ben’s shoulder. Smiling back at her, Jesse scissored his fingers as he nuzzled Ben’s neck. “How does he feel, Claire? His cock spreading you wide?”
“Uh-huh,” her groan was interrupted by a hard inhale when Ben moved against her.
It was impossible to stay still, with Claire tight around him and Jesse pressing in just right. As he pulled partly out of Claire, it forced Jesse’s fingers deeper into him, and then he pressed forward again. The pleasure was all but dizzying.
“Kiss him,” Ben said into Claire’s neck.
With a small shiver, Jesse leaned over Ben’s shoulder so he could get a better view. Claire smoothed back Ben’s hair, gripping his hip with her leg and hitching up a bit higher. Over his shoulder, she caught Jesse’s lips with her own, her breath melted into the kiss as a sound of approval, bubbling with need. Jesse quickly deepened it, tongue thrusting past her lips with a growl. He tried to pour some of the frustrating ache in his body into the kiss, but it only built stronger, harsher. Pulling away from Claire with a gasp, Jesse withdrew his fingers at the same time. Positioning himself at Ben’s entrance, he slowly pressed in. Ben hardly had a moment to even protest.
“Yes,” he cried, his head tipping back onto Jesse’s shoulder and exposing his throat. “Oh god, oh god, yeah, take me, take me, take me--” Claire sank her fingers into Ben’s shoulder and arm, her lips falling apart as Jesse moved him into her from behind.
Nipping at Ben’s throat, Jesse sank in slow and steady until it felt as deep as he could go. “Fuck, Ben, you’re so tight,” Jesse breathed, his hand sliding around to Claire’s ass. Ben pressed back against him harder, then ground forward against Claire, his eyes rolling before he screwed them closed and moaned wantonly. He wanted so badly to touch them both, but he was all but trapped by the weight and heat of their bodies against him as the waves of bliss rolled over him.
“Oh god, it feels so good,” he said, his voice breathless and high. “Love you so much, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
Breathing hard against Ben’s shoulder, Claire surrendered to the sensations that swallowed her. The sounds they made, the distinct difference between the way their bodies moved, separate yet in tandem. She closed her lips on the arch of Ben’s throat, her hand sliding from his shoulder to Jesse’s, moving into his hair. Her leg bridged them both, curling around the back of Jesse’s thigh.
Gripping Claire tight, Jesse withdrew slowly before thrusting back into Ben. He kept the pace slow and hard, each snap of his hips seeming to go deeper. He concentrated on how Ben tightened around him, the hitch in his breath, angling to try to find what drove him most wild.
In the span of the next thrust he found it, and Ben let out another wordless cry. He could feel the pleasure twisting tight in his belly and tightened his hands on Claire’s shoulders again, trying to remember how to move. It took a few tries but he finally found a matching rhythm, forcing Jesse’s cock even deeper into him as Ben drove into Claire.
“Fuck, I’m--” he keened, “Oh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah--” It felt like every muscle in his body suddenly seized, pulling a strangled noise out of him as the first wave hit him.
“That’s it baby--” Claire rasped, still rolling up against him using her leg’s grip on Jesse (and his hold on her ass) as leverage. Her eyes clenched, every bit of her focus lasered in on the slick friction and building pressure. “Faster, Jess...”
Panting, Jesse obeyed, pulling Claire towards them with every thrust. His eyes rolled as Ben clenched around him, and Jesse bit his shoulder as he joined him over the edge. Claire followed a breath or two afterward, her body locked in a deep gasp that melted into a euphoric moan. She gripped at the skin and hard muscle under her hand, not knowing which of them it belonged to.
Riding the waves of their combined climax left Ben breathless and shaking as he came down. His pulse roared in his ears, muting out every sound as he fought to even out again. His head continued to rest on Jesse’s shoulder.
Gulping down air, Jesse pressed in closer to Ben, his hand moving from Claire’s ass up to her back to hold them tight. He closed his eyes, already drifting, though he wanted to hold onto the deep contentment settling over him like a blanket.