Extended Scene: 1x10.5 - Come Together Two more Vicodin later Claire could actually lift her arm over her head without thinking she was going to pass out, a luxury she found especially freeing when it was finally her turn to shower. Rock-Paper-Scissors was never one of her favorites, but losing twice in a row at least gave the oxicontin a little more time to work itself into her blood stream.
By the time she stepped out of the warm, jasmine smelling bathroom, Claire’s endocrine system was wrapped in a warm blanket of endorphins and affection. She found the boys settled on the bed already, Ben in the middle of the bed, a little toasted from the liquor he’d convinced Jesse to let him have. Things were okay again, but the residual stress from the past four days were finally taking their toll on him, leaving him exhausted him.
Half sitting up on his elbows, Jesse quirked his head to the side. “Feeling alright, darling?” he said with a slight smile, trying not to stare at her long, bare legs too much. Claire shot him a sleepy looking smile, tossing her towel back toward the bathroom before slinking onto the foot of the bed.
“Can’t complain,” she sighed easily. So much weighed on all their minds, like looming thunder clouds, that Claire received their short sliver of peace brought on by Krysta’s rescue, pharmaceuticals, and a hot shower in the same light as an early retirement.
Ben tracked her with his eyes but remained mostly quiet as the two of them talked to each other in soft tones. While Claire had been showering, he and Jesse had simply lied there. He’d started off on his side, but then Jesse had spooned up behind him just like he himself had when Jesse had returned to them from their separation in Erie. Only things were a little different this time: Ben had felt Jesse’s arms circle around him and pull them closer, then felt the ghost of his lips along the curved back of his neck. With Claire’s reappearance from the bathroom, still glistening from the shower and looking so relaxed and happy, the only thing keeping her decent an all-too-thin ribbed tank and shorts that curved up with the shape of her creamy legs, it took all Ben’s effort not to visibly adjust the ache in his groin. They were all tired, but perhaps assuming they would want to sleep was wrong.
Jesse didn’t exactly have sleep on his mind. Coming up from around Ben, Jesse’s hand settled on the other man’s arm, drawing little circles with his thumb. It was important, for some reason, to do that, feel skin on skin. There was a comfort in it.
It was also the same reason his nerves were thrumming. Ben was drunk. Claire was drugged. It was far from the right time for so many reasons, but this time around Jesse couldn’t get himself to care. His eyes moved from Claire to Ben before he leaned over, pressing a light kiss just under Ben’s earlobe.
Ben swallowed, eyes fluttering briefly and his lips parting to breathe. He sucked it in sharply and held it, feeling goosebumps rise all over his skin in a delayed reaction. His mind was still running fast, even with the sluggish effects of the alcohol, but just those little touches were enough to properly disarm him. He forced himself to keep breathing and let everything go; to just be for a few hours.
Warmth bloomed in the center of Claire’s chest as she watched them, with an actual heat centered a bit lower. She smiled, subversively rakish. Thanks to their unique and unshakable connections, everything they’d been through together--not to mention the healthy dose of endorphins, natural and otherwise--Claire ignored every looming shadow that darkened their days to come for this moment of peace and longing. Her head tipped at a deep angle toward her shoulder, spilling damp spirals across the ridge of her collarbone.
“Should I go dry my hair or somethin’?” she lightly teased, in spite of the fact that her fingertips painted delicate, affectionate lines along both Jesse and Ben’s legs.
“Nodontgo,” Ben exhaled, looking up at her with need in his eyes. Even as he found himself rolling his hips backward into Jesse, he reached out for Claire.
Hissing in a breath, Jesse paused long enough to look at Claire. “Stay,” he said, before turning his attention back to Ben. He trailed exploring kisses along his neck, each growing bolder, wetter, and more heated.
Ben’s reach and Jesse’s heated look was all it took, though admittedly Claire wasn’t planning on leaving. The heat in their eyes drew her in like gravity, and she rolled onto her side in front of Ben, her lips slowly closed on his with need and breath. Ben brought a hand up into her damp hair and deepened the kiss without hesitation. His other hand found Jesse’s where it still rested on his forearm, pulling it across his body before settling it on Claire’s hip, his fingers lacing through Jesse’s and forcing him to tighten his hold.
The coaxing wasn’t necessary. Jesse kneaded her hip, his mouth relishing in Ben’s taste, the scent of jasmine everywhere. With a light nip, he pulled back from Ben’s neck, his eyes focusing on the two of them. His hand, still threaded in Ben’s, slid to Claire’s ass to pull her flush against the other man. He twined his leg over theirs, giving a moan as his groin pressed even harder against Ben.
Never in his life had Ben felt safer and more whole than he had in that moment. Fire raced through his blood as the sensations assaulted him, and his answering moan got lost in Claire’s kiss. After a long indulgence he finally pulled back but stayed close, his hand drifting away from Jesse’s to push up beneath the front of her thin tank top and travel up to her breast.
Claire closed her eyes and pulled in a breath through her lips, her brow leaned against Ben’s, shifting through the mix of her hair and his. Ben’s hand had a work-rough texture that scraped across her water-warmed skin like wood on tissue paper, and pulled at the tight sensation well below her naval. The soft sound somewhere on the back of his voice, combined with the grip under her ass lulled her right over that edge they all had been toeing. Claire’s eyes shifted focused just past Ben’s shoulder, meeting Jesse’s as she rolled her hips forward, pushing into the slow writhe and pulling another choked noise out of Ben.
Biting his lip, Jesse’s eyes traveled down the length of her, pausing where he could see the bulge of Ben’s hand, frustratingly hidden beneath her tank top. His hand coming up slightly, he hooked his thumb in her boxers and tugged down. Pinned between Ben and the bed, they didn’t go far, but enough to give a great view of her round ass. He appreciatively cupped a smooth, hot cheek, giving a squeeze.
Ben had half a mind to try and give some form of direction to what he knew was happening, but even in the fog of inebriation, he knew that it might potentially kill the buzz. Instead he followed Jesse’s lead, his hand drifting back out from beneath Claire’s shirt to find the hemline and peel it up her bare back.
Already, her heart was beating easier, faster with the heat that flushed through her veins, bringing color to her cheeks, her chest, and everywhere she was being touched. She swallowed lightly, abs tensed to shift her weight onto both bare knees, where she ducked out of her shirt, pulled one handed over her head and shoulders. She was swallowed by the clinging spirals of wet hair, the tissue-thin shorts askew on her hips. Claire dropped her chin toward her chest, freckled shoulders shifting slow as her fingertips followed the line of her hips to slide the hem down to her knees. Her eyes peered up through her lashes at both of them.
Ben used their separation to his advantage and quickly rid himself of his own shirt, which he tossed off the end of the bed. Claire’s little striptease was enough to make his mouth go dry and he shifted his hips again, trying to contain himself. Even bruised as badly as she was, Ben still found her breathtaking.
“C’mere ‘n lie back,” he said in a lust-rough voice. Being stuck between her and Jesse felt fantastic, but he had a pretty good idea by then that Jesse wanted to partake also. It wouldn’t be fair to keep Claire all to himself.
As she settled, Jesse crawled over the both of them, eager to get his share. One hand slid along her thigh while the other cupped her breast, his thumb running over her nipple. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed. Ben wasted no time bowing his head down to kiss her shoulder, his lips trailing along her clavicle as his hand smoothed over the long plains of her torso. Beneath his hand, her muscles tightened with the breath she held at the onslaught of sensations.
Claire watched Jesse’s eyes with a heated fascination, her hand traipsed along the side of his jaw and back through his hair. She gripped it lightly, reflexively, when Ben’s fingertips brushed lower than the blade of her hip. All her possible words were completely lost in the moment--with the solid length of Jesse’s thigh under her own when it slid toward his hip, and the sharp, undeniable desire that flared hot with every quick connection of Ben’s eyes and touch. Ben’s mouth finally latched onto her nipple, his lips and teeth teasing the peak into hardness as his nails raked over the thin skin, determined to get a verbal reaction out of her.
It worked. Claire’s eyes closed and her throat tensed in a breath-heavy moan. She arched toward Ben’s mouth and dug her nails a little more into the back of Jesse’s shoulder.
With a hiss, Jesse brought his lips crashing onto hers, his tongue thrusting deep in her already open mouth. His hand slid higher up her inner thigh, knuckles brushing against hair. The touch was tentative, testing and gentle and in complete contrast to the utter conquest of his mouth. Ben shifted to compensate, his hand drifting down her inner thigh before moving up, coaxing her legs open, his touch very deliberate. When she finally did move it he pulled her leg between his, rutting into her hip.
Jesse’s kiss swallowed her higher pitched sound of surprise as she felt Ben’s finger plunge into her. Claire took a sudden harsh breath against Jesse’s lips before she found herself pressing back in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue found the same strong, grinding rhythm against his, then she scraped his bottom lip with her teeth as her hips arched beneath Ben’s skillful touch.
His hand meeting Ben’s, Jesse pulled back enough to look down and his throat went dry. From Ben’s mouth on Claire’s breast, to their long bare torsos, to the familiar rhythm of Ben’s hand mirrored by the rocking of his groin, it all left him dizzy and breathless. His own hand going to work deftly at Claire’s clit, he nipped her earlobe before saying, “How does it feel, Claire? Do you like how it feels, Ben fingering you?”
Claire could feel her heart push itself into her throat, fluttering wild as the hot sensations pulsed in her blood. Jesse’s voice had barely echoed as breath in her hair before she groaned in a heated, surrendering response: “God, yes--”
Ben’s moan joined hers as he finally pulled back, gasping against Claire’s breast, his whole body aching with need. On each inward thrust he twisted hard and up.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he rasped. “And warm.” The thrusts against her hip were hardly enough to take the edge off. He wanted more.
A throb running through him, Jesse ground against Claire, his mouth trailing heated kisses along her jaw. “You should see him, Claire, how badly he wants you,” he growled. “You want more of him? Do you want to see how wide he can stretch you with his hard cock?”
She gasped and writhed beneath them. Claire’s thighs flexed beneath Jesse and between Ben’s legs, struggling to push her hips forward to meet their combined touches when Jesse’s words pulled from her a shaky breath laced with her voice in a desperate yes. Her lust-heated look down at Ben added another surge of fire in her belly; her grip on Jesse’s arm tightened and her thighs parted a bit more when Ben actually met her eyes.
For a moment, Ben thought his heart actually stopped. Then his mind rebooted and he moved, his fingers sliding out of her as he untangled himself long enough to yank his sweatpants down past his legs. Once he was finally free of them he pushed up on his knees, carefully adjusting Claire’s leg so he was settled between hers once Jesse shifted out of the way. In that split second of awareness Ben’s eyes moved up to his friend hungrily.
A sudden idea struck him and his lips curved in a roguish smile. Without any explanation, he reached for Jesse’s hand before circling it very deliberately around his cock. Fire flooded his senses. “Guide me in.”
“Fuck,” Jesse groaned, instinctively giving Ben’s cock a pump. Ben’s shoulders shook and his breath shuddered out of him in response. Grinning, Jesse ran a thumb across Ben’s tip, slowly leading forward. For one long moment his hand was there at the hot, wet edge of both of them. Then he let Ben take over, and the younger man moaned low in his throat as he finally slipped inside.
Ben had spent weeks fantasizing about this very moment, but nothing could hold a candle to the real thing. His hands slid to Claire’s hips, pulling her down the length of the bed a little before one broad palm slid up against the small of her back to lift her into his first deep thrust.
Claire felt everything seize for a split second, when heat combined with friction and pressure, and twisted a hard, uneven gasp through her throat. Her heels dug into the bed, one behind Ben’s leg, the other brushing Jesse’s. Arching up with the guide of Ben’s hand at her back, she moaned and her head tipped back into the sheets and the skewed halo of pale hair.
Jesse didn’t have enough eyes. He slid back, trying to take in every inch of them. The curling of Claire’s toes, the muscles tensing in Ben’s ass and legs, the rhythm of their bodies, their faces twisting in pleasure. Shifting his pants down past his ass, he took himself roughly in hand.
It took effort to keep from giving into instinct and bowing over Claire, to pound into her until they both fell to pieces, but he wanted it to last. He moved slow but steadily, one hand sliding up so he could circle his thumb against her clit. The movement off to his left was enough to pull his eyes away, and the sight was enough to rocket Ben’s pace up a fraction.
“Knew you liked to watch,” he teased, chuckling.
“Knew you liked being watched,” Jesse countered, running his hand along Ben’s back and down to his ass. Ben inhaled sharply at that, all but shivering as goosebumps chased after Jesse’s fleeting touch.
“Don’t keep to yourself,” Ben breathed, his hands switching placement on Claire’s body as he moved one to the back of Jesse’s neck, pulling him closer so he could claim the other man’s mouth in a possessive kiss.
Giving a shocked whimper at the jolt that ran through him, Jesse’s mouth eagerly drove against Ben’s. In the back of his head he noticed little differences, but now wasn’t the time for exploring. Pumping himself faster, his other hand tangled in Ben’s hair, his tongue thrusting in to his rhythm.
That’s when Claire’s hand released its grip on the sheet, and glided up along Jesse’s thigh, insistent in her reach. Her fingertips curled around him and tightened, moving in time with Ben’s barely-restrained thrusts. With a moan, Jesse withdrew his hand, trailing it up Claire’s arm before palming her breast. Then he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting on Ben’s jaw as he looked down at Claire.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, his voice rough.
“You both are,” Ben said against Jesse’s temple, his hand drifting down his neck and over his back, finally settling on his hip. “God, feels so good.”
Watching them from her lower vantage point swelled Claire’s chest with more than the sharp heat of lust. Her breaths cut deep, barely controlled through parted, kiss-swollen lips that twisted upward with the idea that blossomed in her mind. A fraction of her bottom lip was caught in her teeth with the grin. Still working Jesse with one hand, the other beckoned Ben close with the wiggle of one finger, so she could whisper in his ear. Ben pressed a kiss to Jesse’s temple before doing as she wordlessly asked, bowing over her and sliding up against her, chest to chest. The movement forced him deeper and for a moment he couldn’t think, impulsively grinding into her. Claire’s breath hitched against his ear.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured against her cheek.
“Jesse behind me... so I can put my lips on you,” she breathed just beneath his earlobe, a touch of pleading hunger in her tone. Ben nodded and sought out her mouth briefly in an intense kiss. The idea of her mouth on his cock, tasting herself on him, pulled a low, needy noise out of him.
“She wants a turn with you,” he said over his shoulder, untangling from Claire and rolling off to the side.
Biting his lip, Jesse cupped Claire’s face, his thumb running over her bottom lip. “That right, baby? You want me inside you?” Her heated smile and nod was only half her reply, preceding her lips closing around the tip of his finger, then the light scrape of teeth before she let go.
Claire slid her palm down Jesse’s thigh and pushed against the bed to sit and turn, putting her knees beneath her. The little brushes of exposed skin between her back and Jesse’s chest made her heart jump, and her breath with it. She met Ben’s eyes; her own half-lidded and hungry, as she flushed back against Jesse, her hands trailing his sides behind her.
The image wasn’t too unlike Jesse and the girl from Madison, and Ben bit his lip to keep from groaning as he took in the visual feast. It was incredibly erotic; all Ben wanted to do was press against them both and ride it out. Instead he pushed himself up against the headboard, slipping a pillow to wedge between it and his back as he impulsively circled his cock around the base.
“C’mon, Jess,” Ben said, his voice thick but with just a hint of amusement. “Don’t keep her waiting.”
“Now who’s the one who wants to watch,” Jesse said, quirking a smile at him even as he grabbed Claire’s hips. Another time he would go slow and tease them until they begged, but to do so now would just be cruel to himself. He slid in with one smooth thrust, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. It had been far, far too long, and Claire was absolutely perfect.
Claire sucked in a breath, her lips twitched apart. Her mind subconsciously picked up on the subtle differences, but it all added to the tempest of lust and deep affection that connected her to both of them. The valley of her spine bowed and flexed against Jesse’s chest as her nails bit into his hips, then gently dropped forward; Claire supported herself with an elbow on the inside of Ben’s thigh, and tossed her hair away from her face. She felt one of Ben’s hands slide up into her hair and cradle her cheek.
He wanted so badly to say something, the words were buzzing in his head like a swarm, but he held them back. He didn’t want to put Jesse off, getting sappy. They both looked incredibly hot though, there was no denying it.
Unlike Ben, Jesse wasn’t about to take his time with things. Already building his rhythm, his eyes followed Claire all the way down, twitching between her and Ben’s cock. He gave her ass a quick pinch. “C’mon, Claire. Use that dirty little mouth.”
The hot irony of his words not only erupted as a deep rouge that spread across her cheeks and nose, but also made her bite down on her own lip, purring a moan in the back of her throat. Claire’s hips pushed back against Jesse as her cheek brushed Ben’s tip, teasing it with her breath before her lips closed around him.
Ben’s head tipped back and his jaw went slack as the sensation hit him in a rush. He fought to keep still, dangerously close to the edge just on the visual stimulation alone. When he finally got his urges under control again he looked down at her, watching intently and chewing viciously on his lower lip.
“Yeah,” he encouraged breathlessly, his hips lifting on the next bob downward and his free hand twisting up in the bedsheets.
“Just like that,” Jesse echoed, his hips snapping harder as he watched Ben. Then one hand released its bruising grip on Claire’s hip, sliding around to finger her clit. Her squealed reply dissolved around Ben’s cock.
Assaulted by sensation, instinct deepened the bend in her spine and turned her hips up toward Jesse’s thrusts. Her grip on Ben’s hip flexed and held tight; the flat of her tongue dragged under his tip, ticked by the rhythm that jarred her from behind.
Ben’s eyes traveled up Claire’s back and further, finally settling on Jesse’s. He felt the fire reflected in the other man’s face as if it was his own, twisting up and burning in him with the sound of Claire’s pleasure.
“Harder,” he growled out. “Make her come, Jess.”
The words had Jesse toeing the edge, but he wasn’t going to let that happen until he’d gotten Claire off. Bending over Claire, his free hand propping him up, he nipped at her ear as he rubbed her harder.
“You hear that, Claire?” he grunted between thrusts. “Are you going to come for me? Going to scream nice and loud for Ben?”
Claire had been back and forth from spilling over several times since they first hovered over her on the bed, but their gravelled words pushed her closer than ever. Her thighs shook and twitched under the strain where the pressure building from the base of her spine burned. With a high pitched gasp, she pulled herself from Ben but still met his eyes, she tipped her head back against Jesse’s shoulder after another hard toss of her hair.
Ben’s hand once again returned to his cock, pumping furiously as he inched himself closer, one hand coming to rest on the back of Claire’s neck.
“You are so beautiful, Claire,” Ben murmured. “God, I wish you could see yourself right now. Like a fucking goddess. We love you so much, d’you know that? So fucking much. Tell me how good it feels, I wanna hear it, I wanna hear you tell me.”
Nothing beyond them existed in that moment; nothing surpassed the flood of heat that spread from Jesse’s fingers and the drag of his cock, and the warmth of Ben’s hand in her hair, and the transcendent look in his eyes. She locked on them for as long as she could stand keeping her eyes open; her lips falling further and further apart as more voice cried out on her every breath.
“Oh God oh God-” she whined, arching back against Jesse, gasping between words. “Fuck, so--good... Don’tstopdon’tstop!”
Jesse couldn’t even if he wanted to. Gritting his teeth to keep control, he slammed into her, nearly withdrawing with every thrust, his hand working at her until he felt her pulse, hot and glorious, around his cock. With a gasped cry, he withdrew, shooting down her back.
Ben’s eyes moved rapidly between the two of them, watching them fall over the edge, and forcefully removed his hand, his toes curling as his body screamed in protest. They looked glorious, blissed out, their eyes both clenched closed. He inhaled hard and held it, shuddering and unable to tear his eyes away.
The hardest of the waves passed, giving way to her hard breaths studded with aftershocks of pleasure; Claire sagged heavily against Ben’s thigh for a few white-static moments before she was finally able to open her eyes. Beneath the rush of endorphins, her shoulder was screaming, but she only registered it enough to list toward her stronger side, rolling next to him on the bed.
His limbs wobbly, Jesse almost followed suit until his eyes fell on Ben’s cock, looking painfully hard. Shifting his pants back up his hips, Jesse crawled over and leaned bonelessly against Ben’s shoulder, looking at him through half-closed eyes as his hand trailed down his torso.
“Need some help there?” he said, a smile in his voice. Ben shivered visibly, the ache in his groin doubling to the point where it visibly twitched.
“Maybe,” Ben breathed out, his arm looping around behind him to circle around Jesse’s hip. Claire leaned up against Ben’s other side, her hand drifting up while Jesse’s slithered lower. She caught those too-intense blue eyes with her own, still laced with a glowing heat--she smiled at him, knowingly, then turned the look up to Ben. Her fingertips traipsed along the scruff of his jaw, turning his head a bit more toward her.
“I wanna hear him, Jess,” she addressed him, even while her whisper brushed against Ben’s lips, which she teased with her own. Ben moved his free hand up into her hair and angled her mouth to kiss her, slow but searing. Licking his lips as he watched, Jesse’s hand circled Ben at the base. His grip was hard but his pace was agonizingly slow as he ran Ben’s length, scraping his teeth lightly along Ben’s collarbone.
Ben’s hand on Jesse’s hip tightened and he groaned against Claire’s mouth. Pressing his heels into the mattress, he rolled his hips up into the movement. The pressure from the last build-up was still there, making his whole body throb, and Ben found himself torn between begging Jesse to go faster or begging him to slow down even further.
The barely restrained noise he made and the way he moved against them sent shivers down Claire’s spine. She could feel and watch this forever.
“That’s it, baby,” she moaned encouragement breathlessly against his lips. Her fingertips slowly drifted through his hair, gently gripping, keeping him there. Ben groaned in reply, the sound high and almost helpless, his head tipping back into Claire’s hand.
“Jess--” he gasped, his grip flexing and releasing again as he pushed up harder. “Fuck, I-- please.”
The surge of power Jesse felt behind those words was intoxicating. He gave a squeeze, pulling a whine out of Ben, but kept the pace relentlessly slow. “Please what, Ben?” he said innocently, his tongue dipping in the hollow of his neck.
Ben rocked up even harder, desperation evident in every noise he made, his hand pulling free from Claire’s hair at the risk of forcing her to follow through with the action she hadn’t quite finished. He didn’t blame her, and she had done fantastically for the little he’d managed to get, but she and Jesse both managed to reach their pinnacle together while he’d barely gotten a proper dip.
“Mark me up,” he begged, hardly caring who went through with the action -- him, or Claire. “Suck me off, I need it, I-- please, please, please--”
A flutter went through Jesse’s stomach and he bit his bottom lip, his hand pausing at Ben’s tip. He looked over at Claire, uncertainty written on his face. He’d never given head to a man before, he’d never wanted to. Except the idea of doing that for Ben had his pulse racing. He just didn’t want to try and be bad at it.
Jesse’s look registered in the back of Claire’s mind, though she didn’t know the exact meaning behind it. It didn’t matter anyway; she smiled hotly at him, and had already started to shift down the length of Ben’s body, keeping eye contact with the other man as she trailed kisses and teeth scrapes down his heaving chest. No sooner had she settled again low between his thighs that her lips closed around him, dragging down slow and losing her breath in a muffled groan when she felt his slow buck beneath her.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ben groaned, holding out the second syllable as his head tipped back again. His unoccupied hand found purchase in the blankets, twisting them up in a white-knuckled grip. “Like that, just like that, yeah.”
Watching with interest and a little envy, Jesse turned his attention back to Ben’s chest as his hand worked just below Claire’s lips. Gently nipping along it, he paused over Ben’s right pec, closing his mouth over the skin and sucking hard.
Ben hissed, his body bowing into it and his toes curling. The pressure in his groin spike hard and he forced himself still, trying to hold back without making them stop. After a few moments he turned his head downward, risking a look at what was being done to him. The spike doubled up a second time.
“Shit,” he gasped, the hand on Jesse’s hip moving up to his shoulder and then into his hair.
Claire braced herself mostly on widely spread knees between Ben’s legs and used her free hand to sweep her hair out of her eyes as she worked him with her mouth. Her gaze stayed glued along the length of their bodies, their rhythmic tensing enough to close them for just a moment, thanks to the hard twist of satisfaction in her gut.
Pleasure licked its way up and down his nerve endings, and as it grew more intense Ben’s hips arched harder upward until he gasped out: “Waitwaitwait, stop, stop, I-- Claire, wait--”
The hand in the bedclothes moved up to her hair and twisted in it a little, trying gently to pull her back. She did, gasping a little through reddened lips, and looking a little wild in the eyes. Jesse froze, too, looking up at Ben though he didn’t move his hand.
Again, his body ached in desperation, the relief just out of reach, and Ben screwed his eyes shut and held his breath as he fought it back. Every muscle in his body felt tense, but he knew what he wanted. Ben swallowed, his hand going slack in Claire’s hair as he reached for her.
“Ride me,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Please, I wanna--” but his voice broke, choking off the words. He didn’t need to finish his thought, since in that moment Claire would’ve given him anything, and that particular request did more than just tilt her grin. Without a word, she sat back on her knees and crawled across his lap, thoughtlessly lacing her fingertips with Jesse’s in the process. One of his hands curved under her ass as he guided himself in with the other, his eyes very nearly rolling back into his head.
“Christ,” he gasped emphatically. She was so wet. Without even waiting for her to settle he brought his knees up behind her, one arm clutching her good shoulder as he started thrusting rapidly up into her.
Shifting to his knees beside them, Jesse pressed his groin against the friction of Ben’s thigh, already half hard. His hand threading into Claire’s hair, he pulled her in for a crushing kiss, his tongue thrusting with Ben’s rhythm. She gasped and sighed shakily against his mouth, melting more than a little at the sheer savagery in Jesse and Ben’s combined actions. Her body stretched lean, jarred in from Ben’s snapping hips.
Ben pressed his face into her neck, gasping with every movement, lifting her and thrusting in. The twice-over denial made him frenzied, the craving demanding to be satisfied.
“Love you love you love you,” he chanted against her skin, punctuated with every stab. He tilted her into him and rolled up to meet her, and then with a broken noise he was gone, going arrhythmic as it hit him with the full force of a tidal wave.
Pulling back, Jesse watched the spasm of Ben’s muscles, the width of his mouth just visible below Claire’s chin. He felt a twinge inside, wanting that same closeness with Ben that he had with Claire, that they’d both had with her. Shrugging it away, he nuzzled in Ben’s neck, kissing and tasting the salt of his sweat.
Her ruddy breaths mixed with the hard tum of their combined heartbeats, and Claire pushed her hand lovingly through Ben’s shower-and-sweat damp hair. Her fingertips bridged down to Jesse’s shorter, disheveled hair, gliding down to cup the side of his throat, her thumb brushing back and forth.
The whole experience had been one of the most reverent, most intense and meaningful of her life; on top of the chemicals in her system, her knees felt weak, her whole body felt it. A physical and emotional fever she didn’t ever want to end manifested as a subtle, but very real quiver just beneath her skin.
Ben stroked his hands up and down her back, his lips traveling up the long line of her neck before he turned the necessary inches inward to kiss her tenderly. The exhaustion was finally starting to hit him, but he felt the very real press of Jesse’s lips on his own throat and a very familiar hardness settled against him. Ben very lightly kissed the tip of Claire’s nose and smiled at her as she habitually wiped the tiny bit of moisture with the side of her hand.
“G’head and rest,” he murmured, his hands gently lifting her to help her slide off of him. The adrenaline was still pumping in her veins, but no longer had the potent burn of gasoline. It settled more like incense, heavy and lulling behind her eyes as she smiled back at him.
“Who’s up for pancakes?” she asked frivolously, with humor, but barely enough energy to push the volume past a whisper. Her eyes weren’t even open anymore.
“Jesse’s up, but I don’t think it’s for pancakes,” Ben teased gently, turning over to kiss him before he could come up with some wise-ass response, only getting out a breath of a laugh.
Then Jesse was lost in the kiss, exploring Ben’s mouth more leisurely. Though there was a pull in his groin, and his pajama pants were quite obviously tented, there wasn’t the same kind of desperation as before. Rolling back, he pulled Ben on top of him, his hand threading through the back of his hair.
Ben adjusted his weight so it settled in his knees, sliding one arm around Jesse’s shoulders. All their other kisses had been rough and messy, but this one held a depth that made his heart flip over in his chest; only this time, the flip was a good thing. His free hand crept lower, pausing at the hemline of Jesse’s shirt to push it upward.
“Hidin’ the goods, eh?” Ben murmured against his mouth before resuming the kiss.
The jostling movement on the bed next to her was hard to miss. Even though Claire’s eyes had been closed, she could hear very well what was going on. She finally opened her eyes, though they were heavy and quite satisfied, still held a decent amount of heat for what she was seeing. A lot of it was centered in her chest, and her lucid smile reflected that.
Shivering against Ben’s touch, Jesse languished in the kiss a bit before pulling back enough to say, “You two horny teenagers wouldn’t give me time to undress.”
“Don’t think I heard you complaining,” Ben retorted, this time letting his lips wander downward to nip at Jesse’s jaw. His current position left no room for him to undress Jesse properly so Ben rolled off to his left side, keeping one leg tangled up in Jesse’s and tugging his shirt up over his head. Once that was done he tossed it at Claire with a playful smile, stroking the flat of his hand down Jesse’s chest and further downward.
The shirt lightly slapped across her face, muffling the tired chuckle beneath. She was surrounded by Jesse’s scent; the hint of soap and sweat heavy on the warmth that still lingered in the material was better than Oxycontin taken with whisky. She inhaled deeply, but pulled it off her eyes.
Goosebumps running up and down his arms, Jesse smiled at Claire and pushed himself up on his elbows. Then he turned to to Ben, his eyes following his hand, just watching and waiting. Ben’s eyes flitted back up to Jesse’s briefly as his fingertips grazed the waistband of his pants. His Adam’s apple bobbed and nerves skittered beneath his skin.
Just gotta do what feels good t’me, he told himself, hooking his thumb past the elastic and moving his lips back to Jesse’s jaw again.
“Up,” he instructed quietly, nipping the spot where his neck and jaw met. When Jesse lifted his hips Ben dragged his pajama pants down past his thighs. Ben grazed his tongue along the soft patch of skin, then curled his fingers around the base of Jesse’s cock and slowly twisted upward.
Jesse’s head fell back with a high gasp, his ass clenching in a spasm but otherwise keeping control. “Now you’re just being as cruel as I was,” he breathed.
“Oh, do you want more?” Ben murmured in question, his lips traveling down Jesse’s neck as his hand maintained its slow pace. “I can give you more.” He continued on, memorizing the hard-and-soft muscle and skin beneath his lips and tongue. He smelled amazing.
Tired as Claire was, and not a little bit deliciously sore, there was still no way she could take her eyes from the two of them for very long, even if it was to rest. Her gaze flitted between the two of them, the way Jesse’s muscled torso flexed and arched under Ben’s touch, and heat spread as a low bass line throughout her body. She gnawed on her bottom lip and let her own fingers glide down her torso, slow and languid as a stretch.
His hips rocking, trying to up the pace, Jesse watched Ben’s progress with an open mouth. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over at Claire and his gaze lingered Someone else who likes to watch, he thought, grinning at her. “Thought you were supposed to be resting,” he said, breath hitching.
“Was I?” she purred back at him, her voice steeped in the warm molasses of sleepy satisfaction, lust, and the twist of pleasure as her fingertips finally slipped between her thighs. Ben chuckled quietly against Jesse’s abdomen before nipping at his hip, then soothing the little spot with a wet kiss.
Okay... Ben told himself, pushing the nerves down as far as they would go. Make it or break it time, Braeden. He propped himself up on his unoccupied elbow, wet his lips and slipped the head of Jesse’s cock past them.
His eyes on Claire, Jesse had only been aware of Ben’s touch. The sensation of his hot mouth sliding down his length hit Jesse like a train, something like a scream catching in his throat as he looked down. If Ben so much as twitched, he was going to come.
“Don’t--” Biting back the order, Jesse palmed the back of Ben’s head. “Just wait-- I gotta--” He sucked in deep breaths, closing his eyes. Ben held still, his eyes falling closed also as he forced himself to breathe normally. The hand holding Jesse steady released, sliding down to the top of his thigh instead. A flicker of smugness and pride passed through Ben, both at the idea that he’d managed to turn Jesse on that much and that he was so close and unable to control himself.
His breaths slowing, Jesse opened his eyes. The sight of Ben’s mouth on him made him tighten again but he held control and the need eased. Letting out a final breath in a smile, he leaned back on his hands. “Alright. Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth.”
The smirk was evident in Ben’s eyes when he finally looked up at Jesse. His hand kneaded his thigh before sliding up to hold him steady again. Knowing that it was still very probable that Jesse would finish quickly he dipped as low as he could before pulling back to focus on the tip. His lips and tongue traced along the smooth crests and ridges before his hand twisted up to meet his mouth as he bobbed down again.
Claire, in the meantime, found it incredibly difficult to lay still with a visual like that. The residual heat from the last hour or so combined with her wandering fingertips was still a bit much, so she abandoned it for another sensory need--the need to be close to them both. Her form slipped behind Jesse, between his back and the headboard, braced comfortably on both knees tucked close to his hips. She dipped close, pressing her lips to the sensitive skin just below his ear. The tips of her breasts brushed against him with each of her breaths, inciting her to press closer--her line of kisses trailing down his neck along the hairline, heated and slow.
With a groan, Jesse closed his eyes, though it was only briefly. There was too much he wanted to watch. Leaning his weight against Claire, he threaded one hand into her hair, tilting his head so she had better access. The other hand slid to Ben, scratching faint lines at the base of his neck. His feet planted, he started thrusting in earnest with Ben’s rhythm. His mind ricocheted between the two sensations of their mouths, each breath coming out as a moan.
“Fuck yeah. You’re gorgeous. You’re both so fucking gorgeous.”
Ben pressed his hips into the mattress in sympathy, the sounds pouring out of Jesse turning him on faster than he thought possible. On the next few thrusts he hollowed his cheeks, tilting his head back slightly so that the head of Jesse’s cock pressed against his soft palate. Watching the two of them above him sent little pulls of longing through him and Ben moaned in response, the hand on Jesse’s cock pumping faster.
Claire closed her eyes at the little twinge of hairs caught under Jesse’s fingernails. Her good arm draped over his shoulder and eagerly pressed him against her, marvelling at the way the muscles moved beneath her palm and scraping nails just a little each time he breathed. The whole of it sent a throb of perfect desire through her body, easily heard in her whisper on the shell of his ear.
“I can still feel you,” she paused for her own breath, and dug her fingers in a little more on his next one. “--on me, inside me...”
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” Jesse hissed, unable to hold back anymore. His hand twisting in Ben’s hair, his thrusts went frantic and erratic. His back arched, his shoulder blades digging against Claire as he keened, and she bit down on his shoulder. Toes curling, he came.
Ben flinched at the first hot jolt, mostly out of surprise, but he kept moving through it with the own phantom memory of how good it felt being milked dry. It certainly wasn’t altogether unpleasant and he slowed down, letting Jesse thrust through it with jerking breaths. Meanwhile his hand drifted away and back to his own cock, finding a merciless pace, focusing each twist on the head so as to finish quickly.
Scraping her teeth a bit on Jesse’s skin, Claire’s eyes peeked down the length of his body to Ben. She smiled hungrily when she caught his eyes, and the furious movement of his hand. Planting another quick kiss to Jesse’s throat, she crawled out from behind him, gesturing with a beckoning hand. “Let me.”
Collapsing bonelessly against the headboard, Jesse’s eyes opened at those words, following her every move. Ben pulled his mouth away at last, his lips bruised from the force of the action and his eyes a little glazed over. He crawled the necessary inches up the bed before rolling over on his back, shoulder-to-shoulder with Jesse, his smile lazy and wide even as he continued to jerk himself off.
“You gonna fall asleep on me?” he teased breathlessly. Claire’s lazy smirk answered him, as well as a light slap to the inside of his forearm as she positioned herself between his knees. Her hair, now dried in naturally pale spirals, tickled the inside of his thighs as her tightened lips pressed down over the tip. The flat of her tongue dragged down with her bob, pressured on the twitch of the vein just below. Ben gasped explosively in response, his hand moving away from his cock so as to slide both hands into her hair. Digging both heels into the mattress, he curved his hips up beneath her as Jesse pressed lazy kisses down his neck.
“Look up at me, baby,” he whispered, twisting his fingers into the strands. “Lemme see. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours.” She did, both as a reply to his heated words and the twist of pleasure they caused through her whole wracked body. An exasperated moan vibrated against his cock as she tilted her head gently, swallowing as a reflex around the tip as her nose brushed his abdomen. He moaned in response, giving her a crooked, slack-jawed smile.
“That’s my girl.”
He felt the tips of her fingers down where he couldn’t see, gently cradling the sensitive skin beneath her chin. The touch was enough to send a shiver through his shoulders and cause his head to tip back for a moment.
“Yeah, that’s it, just like that, yeah.”
Claire felt her toes curl at the sound of his voice. She picked up her pace, rolling her lips firmly around him, letting the tip of her tongue flick the underside of his tip on every upward slide. Ben slid one hand out of her hair and down to cup her cheek, his expression twisting up and staying there as another low, helpless noise escaped him. He could feel his climax coiling in his belly in ever-tightening circles and his hips canted in reflection of the pace he wanted, his eyes darting back and forth between hers.
“You liked watching us, didn’t you?” he asked in a throaty voice. He barreled on, knowing she couldn’t respond and not wanting to give her he option of stopping in order to do so. “Not as much as I liked watching you two. Fuck, Claire, you were both so hot. All I can think about is all the ways I wanna watch you and touch you both.” Said images flooded his mind as a heady undercurrent to what Claire was doing to him.
Giving his own groan, Jesse nipped appreciatively at Ben’s earlobe before his hands slid around to Ben’s chest, slowly exploring every inch of it. Claire’s hand rolled up between Ben’s thighs and circled him below her lips, keeping in sync with the arch of his hips. With the added sensation of Jesse’s hands registered in his mind, Ben found himself shoved precariously close to the edge, losing all words together as he rocked up into the two sources of pleasure. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open as formless sounds escaped him, and with one final cry he came, his back arching from the hip and his hands flying away from Claire in order to grab desperately at the blankets -- anything to keep from accidentally hurting her.
It’d been an incredibly long time since she knew that position, but there weren’t many differences, far as tell tale signs go. Claire kept herself poised, lathing his cock with her tongue as her hand kept the pace, slowing only as his pulse started to wane. As the last shivers of pleasure dissipated Ben fell back, every part of him drained of energy. He couldn’t recall a time in his entire life where he felt so... complete. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, with the people he was meant to be with. He leaned his head against Jesse’s shoulder, his heart still galloping and panting for breath. Claire eased away from him and listed heavily against him, using his inner thigh as a pillow and smiling up at both of them with friction-swollen lips.
Sagging down even further under Ben’s weight, Jesse pressed a contented kiss against his temple, his arms wrapping him up tight. “Now we gotta sleep,” he said, smiling through half-closed eyes. “Though it was worth it.”
Ben reached for Claire’s arm and traveled down the length of it until he found her hand, lacing their fingers together. “C’m up here, between us.”
Sounded perfect to her. Now if only her legs would move; they felt boned by jello, and for a few moments, her eyes closed though her fingers playing with Ben’s in her hand, Claire thought she was going to fall asleep. A little pull of insistence gave her enough energy to slink up the bed and settle between them. Ben made room for her, turning on his side so he was facing both her and Jesse, then draping an arm over her to settle on the other man’s hip.
Resting his arm on Ben’s, Jesse burrowed in against Claire. He nosed against her neck, breathing the jasmine in deep and smiling. He wasn’t alone. He wasn’t drifting, and he wasn’t afraid. The demon’s words were empty; Jesse knew Ben and Claire, and they weren’t leaving. He also knew he’d keep them safe, come Heaven or Hell. In no time at all, they were all drifting asleep.