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Fic: Spice (1/1) R, OB/DM/SB
Title: Spice (1/1)
Author: Jaq (lazulus@livejournal.com)
Pairing: OB/DM/SB
Rating: R
Summary: PWP. In fact, so PWP it's almost embarrassing!
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: Very much the product of my warped and twisted mind and I'm sure that these nice boys would never even think of doing anything like this.
Notes: UK spelling. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
viva_gloria for the beta and the vote of confidence.
Dedication: This is forjenfr. Happy birthday lovely girl!
Sean wondered how the hell he’d got here. He realised that drunkenness was only a partial excuse. Not that he felt like complaining at the moment. Just that things had got very surreal, very quickly.
He sat back in the chair and watched.
Orlando was cradling Dom’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead, nose and then mouth. Dom’s own hands were settled comfortably on Orlando’s hips, fingers digging in. Sean could almost see the fingerprints on Orlando’s skin beneath the denim.
Beautiful. Not a word that Sean often used in relation to other men. But they were, both of them. He shifted in his seat trying to make the tightness of his trousers less uncomfortable.
Orlando stepped back and released Dom’s face, grinning. He turned to look at Sean and raised an eyebrow. Sean wondered what the question was.
Taking the opportunity to gain the initiative, Dom pushed Orlando’s t-shirt up and the two of them wrestled trying to get it off. Orlando emerged from the fabric laughing and undid the buttons of Dom’s shirt, pushing it off surprisingly broad, muscular shoulders. They stood topless, smirking first at each other, then at Sean.
Sean licked his lips and nodded.
This time the kisses were hard and fast. It was Dom who gained the upper hand, undoing Orlando’s fly and pushing the jeans down over slender hips.
Sean watched Orlando’s cock emerge from the rough fabric, almost perpendicular to his stomach. He groaned low in his throat. Dom’s head swivelled to stare at him and Sean watched in fascination as Dom took hold of Orlando’s cock and stroked it firmly, eyes never leaving Sean’s face. As Sean looked up at Orlando he saw dark eyes also fixed on him. Christ. This was going to kill him.
Breaking away from the gaze, Dom knelt at Orlando’s feet, tongue darting out to touch the head of Orlando’s cock, causing Orlando to gasp and look down. Strong, broad hands gripped Dom’s hair and Sean watched the fingers flex as Dom took Orlando in his mouth and begun to suck.
Sean was mesmerised by the heat emanating from the two of them. He could feel his cock getting harder and had to focus on resisting the temptation to put his hand between his thighs. That wasn’t part of the deal. The deal. Sean grinned to himself and turned his attention back to the show. And what a show it was turning out to be.
Dom was sucking hard and fast while Orlando gripped his hair. Sean knew the moment before Orlando came. He watched the shift in breathing and his face grimace in that strange pleasure-pain expression that he was sure must wash across the features of every man who had ever come in someone’s mouth.
Dom sat back on his heels and licked his lips, as Orlando gently ran long fingers through his spiky hair. They turned simultaneously to look at Sean. What now?
“Sean?” Dom’s voice was lowered and husky. Dripping with meaning.
“Fuck him.” Sean was amazed that he kept his voice steady as he said the words. Amazed that he wanted to see it.
Orlando grinned and clicked his tongue. Then, toeing his trainers off and stepping out of his jeans, he moved to the floor and lowered himself on his hands and knees, facing Sean.
Dom stood and moved over to the bed. He returned with a tube in one hand and a foil packet in the other. Sean licked his lips, unable to believe that this particular wish was being granted.
“You can jerk off, if you want.” Orlando’s smile was playful. “Might be a nice addition to the view.”
Sean’s eyes flicked to Dom, who was undoing his jeans and grinning at him. Dom nodded in agreement. “Might be very nice, in fact.”
In response, Sean began to unzip his fly.
He watched as Dom knelt behind Orlando and kissed his arse cheeks one at a time. Orlando raised his head and groaned; eyes slitted, mouth pursed in desire. Uncapping the tube, Dom spread the lube over his hand and began to stroke into Orlando’s crack, dipping fingers, first one, then two into him. It suddenly occurred to Sean to wonder how often these two did this. It seemed so familiar to them. There was no sign of unease or discomfort, either with the act itself or with Sean watching. Another thought crossed his mind: maybe he was the latest in a line of voyeurs brought in to add spice to the act. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about this.
The sound of Dom’s voice brought him back into himself. “Sean? You fading out, mate? Come on. This is as much for you, you know?”
Sean looked hard at the two pairs of eyes staring at him from the floor. Fuck. Okay. He opened his fly and moved his hand inside to bring his erect cock out. Holding the gaze.
“Oh, yes.” Orlando was licking his lips, eyes widening. Sean wanted to move over and place his cock in Orlando’s mouth, have him suck and lick, have him bring him off. He wondered if that would be allowed. Maybe, once Dom was further along. The thought made him even harder, something Sean had doubted was possible.
Dom ripped the condom from the foil and slowly rolled it over his cock, head bent forward in concentration as he coated himself with the lube. He leaned forward and slid his fingers once again into Orlando, who yelped in response. “Fucking hell, Dom! Just do it, will you?”
Sean’s hand began to stroke his cock firmly as he watched Dom lean forward and thrust in with one slow, firm slide. Orlando let out a loud, grunting groan. The sounds alone almost made Sean come.
Dom began to pump in and out; Sean stroked in time. With each thrust, Orlando’s head came up and he gasped, eyes closed. Dom’s hand moved to Orlando’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his hips.
Sean could feel the heat from his imminent climax begin to surge through his body. He watched intently as Dom began to buck erratically against Orlando. Orlando came first, squirting into Dom’s hand, Sean followed quickly and then Dom.
Dom pulled Orlando up and hugged him, kissing his neck and stroking gentle fingers across his nipples. Orlando turned his head and their mouths met in a long, slow, lazy kiss. Pulling Orlando up with him, Dom stepped back and began to gather up his clothing. Sean watched Orlando watching Dom. Well, ain’t voyeurism a wonderful thing. He pulled his own clothing back into place, zipping up his fly, and got up from the chair.
Orlando turned to face Sean, smiling. “Hey.” His voice was quiet and sultry. Sean stepped toward him and, cupping his chin in his hand, kissed him softly; tasting sweat and alcohol. Dom moved behind Orlando again and rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. Sean kissed Dom as well.
“Better get going. Party’ll be finishing up soon, we’ll be missed if we’re not careful.” He gave them a last glance over his shoulder as he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Author: Jaq (lazulus@livejournal.com)
Pairing: OB/DM/SB
Rating: R
Summary: PWP. In fact, so PWP it's almost embarrassing!
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: Very much the product of my warped and twisted mind and I'm sure that these nice boys would never even think of doing anything like this.
Notes: UK spelling. Thanks to
viva_gloria for the beta and the vote of confidence.Dedication: This is for
jenfr. Happy birthday lovely girl!Sean wondered how the hell he’d got here. He realised that drunkenness was only a partial excuse. Not that he felt like complaining at the moment. Just that things had got very surreal, very quickly.
He sat back in the chair and watched.
Orlando was cradling Dom’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead, nose and then mouth. Dom’s own hands were settled comfortably on Orlando’s hips, fingers digging in. Sean could almost see the fingerprints on Orlando’s skin beneath the denim.
Beautiful. Not a word that Sean often used in relation to other men. But they were, both of them. He shifted in his seat trying to make the tightness of his trousers less uncomfortable.
Orlando stepped back and released Dom’s face, grinning. He turned to look at Sean and raised an eyebrow. Sean wondered what the question was.
Taking the opportunity to gain the initiative, Dom pushed Orlando’s t-shirt up and the two of them wrestled trying to get it off. Orlando emerged from the fabric laughing and undid the buttons of Dom’s shirt, pushing it off surprisingly broad, muscular shoulders. They stood topless, smirking first at each other, then at Sean.
Sean licked his lips and nodded.
This time the kisses were hard and fast. It was Dom who gained the upper hand, undoing Orlando’s fly and pushing the jeans down over slender hips.
Sean watched Orlando’s cock emerge from the rough fabric, almost perpendicular to his stomach. He groaned low in his throat. Dom’s head swivelled to stare at him and Sean watched in fascination as Dom took hold of Orlando’s cock and stroked it firmly, eyes never leaving Sean’s face. As Sean looked up at Orlando he saw dark eyes also fixed on him. Christ. This was going to kill him.
Breaking away from the gaze, Dom knelt at Orlando’s feet, tongue darting out to touch the head of Orlando’s cock, causing Orlando to gasp and look down. Strong, broad hands gripped Dom’s hair and Sean watched the fingers flex as Dom took Orlando in his mouth and begun to suck.
Sean was mesmerised by the heat emanating from the two of them. He could feel his cock getting harder and had to focus on resisting the temptation to put his hand between his thighs. That wasn’t part of the deal. The deal. Sean grinned to himself and turned his attention back to the show. And what a show it was turning out to be.
Dom was sucking hard and fast while Orlando gripped his hair. Sean knew the moment before Orlando came. He watched the shift in breathing and his face grimace in that strange pleasure-pain expression that he was sure must wash across the features of every man who had ever come in someone’s mouth.
Dom sat back on his heels and licked his lips, as Orlando gently ran long fingers through his spiky hair. They turned simultaneously to look at Sean. What now?
“Sean?” Dom’s voice was lowered and husky. Dripping with meaning.
“Fuck him.” Sean was amazed that he kept his voice steady as he said the words. Amazed that he wanted to see it.
Orlando grinned and clicked his tongue. Then, toeing his trainers off and stepping out of his jeans, he moved to the floor and lowered himself on his hands and knees, facing Sean.
Dom stood and moved over to the bed. He returned with a tube in one hand and a foil packet in the other. Sean licked his lips, unable to believe that this particular wish was being granted.
“You can jerk off, if you want.” Orlando’s smile was playful. “Might be a nice addition to the view.”
Sean’s eyes flicked to Dom, who was undoing his jeans and grinning at him. Dom nodded in agreement. “Might be very nice, in fact.”
In response, Sean began to unzip his fly.
He watched as Dom knelt behind Orlando and kissed his arse cheeks one at a time. Orlando raised his head and groaned; eyes slitted, mouth pursed in desire. Uncapping the tube, Dom spread the lube over his hand and began to stroke into Orlando’s crack, dipping fingers, first one, then two into him. It suddenly occurred to Sean to wonder how often these two did this. It seemed so familiar to them. There was no sign of unease or discomfort, either with the act itself or with Sean watching. Another thought crossed his mind: maybe he was the latest in a line of voyeurs brought in to add spice to the act. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about this.
The sound of Dom’s voice brought him back into himself. “Sean? You fading out, mate? Come on. This is as much for you, you know?”
Sean looked hard at the two pairs of eyes staring at him from the floor. Fuck. Okay. He opened his fly and moved his hand inside to bring his erect cock out. Holding the gaze.
“Oh, yes.” Orlando was licking his lips, eyes widening. Sean wanted to move over and place his cock in Orlando’s mouth, have him suck and lick, have him bring him off. He wondered if that would be allowed. Maybe, once Dom was further along. The thought made him even harder, something Sean had doubted was possible.
Dom ripped the condom from the foil and slowly rolled it over his cock, head bent forward in concentration as he coated himself with the lube. He leaned forward and slid his fingers once again into Orlando, who yelped in response. “Fucking hell, Dom! Just do it, will you?”
Sean’s hand began to stroke his cock firmly as he watched Dom lean forward and thrust in with one slow, firm slide. Orlando let out a loud, grunting groan. The sounds alone almost made Sean come.
Dom began to pump in and out; Sean stroked in time. With each thrust, Orlando’s head came up and he gasped, eyes closed. Dom’s hand moved to Orlando’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his hips.
Sean could feel the heat from his imminent climax begin to surge through his body. He watched intently as Dom began to buck erratically against Orlando. Orlando came first, squirting into Dom’s hand, Sean followed quickly and then Dom.
Dom pulled Orlando up and hugged him, kissing his neck and stroking gentle fingers across his nipples. Orlando turned his head and their mouths met in a long, slow, lazy kiss. Pulling Orlando up with him, Dom stepped back and began to gather up his clothing. Sean watched Orlando watching Dom. Well, ain’t voyeurism a wonderful thing. He pulled his own clothing back into place, zipping up his fly, and got up from the chair.
Orlando turned to face Sean, smiling. “Hey.” His voice was quiet and sultry. Sean stepped toward him and, cupping his chin in his hand, kissed him softly; tasting sweat and alcohol. Dom moved behind Orlando again and rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. Sean kissed Dom as well.
“Better get going. Party’ll be finishing up soon, we’ll be missed if we’re not careful.” He gave them a last glance over his shoulder as he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.