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Tim watched Jason tip his head back, a chilled bottle to his lips as his throat moved and he swallowed. The movement was hypnotizing- had only gotten more so as the night had progressed. Tim wrapped his hand tighter around his own bottle, leaned in a bit, hating the little table between them, wishing he could be right in Jason’s lap, could wrap his hand around his throat, feel the movement as he swallowed against his palm.
He bit his tongue, glancing down at his own bottle and wondering how strong this craft beer was. And yet knowing it wouldn’t matter, he could have these same thoughts in broad daylight over breakfast. Jason just made him want at levels no one ever had.
The date had been Jason’s idea- he’d asked Tim for an evening out at the latest beer garden that had opened in Gotham. It wasn’t normally Tim’s taste, beer- but Jason had been excited about it, and his excitement was always contagious. Plus, Tim knew he couldn’t bring Roy here on a date- even if Jason’s husband would have gladly come to just watch. Jason didn’t ever want to put him in situations that could remind him of the addictions he’d overcome.
Tim took a sip now, as Jason leaned in, was talking about the beer he’d ordered Tim. Which was shockingly good, and making Tim rethink his opinion on the drink.
“I really wanted to avoid something too hop-y ,” Jason was saying, leaning an elbow on the table, “can you taste the raspberry notes? It’s not too sweet, right?”
Tim pulled the bottle from his lips and cracked a smile. “Come find out,” he offered, sounding so nonchalant even though Jason filled him with the sort of burning, buzzing fireflies that could drive a man insane. Jason’s lips parted just a little, a hint of color rising on his cheeks, hiding his freckles- and oh , the first time Tim had goaded him into a kiss and he’d reacted like this , Tim had been sure it would be the death of him. He’d never expected Jason to lose all bravado when it came to intimacy.
Still, it only took Jason a moment to compose himself. He leaned across the table, reached his free hand out and got it into Tim’s free hair, pulling him just a little closer. Jason’s kiss was so soft, so achingly affectionate and wonderful that it made Tim simply hurt, in his very core. Made him feel like he was made of porcelain, was being admired by someone so afraid to touch something too perfect.
Jason was nothing like Tim had ever expected.
The kiss was brief, but Tim watched Jason’s tongue dart over his own lips, and he fought down a shiver. “So?” Tim asked, trying to hide his own reaction.
Jason gave him a toothy smile. “I think I have good taste.”
Tim laughed at that, raising his bottle in a mock toast. “Oh, you absolutely do sweetheart .” More color to Jason’s cheeks, and Tim took another drink. A single kiss from Jason could ignite something in him, and oh had it tonight. Deciding he was sick of being across from Jason, he pushed his chair up and stood, dragging it around the little table to sit directly next to him- so close that Tim’s thighs brushed along Jason’s. “You were too far away,” Tim reasoned, before he leaned his head over onto Jason’s shoulder.
Jason turned, kissed his hair, and Tim sighed softly. He didn’t understand how Roy had ever survived being married to Jason for two fucking years , how he hadn’t simply imploded from the sheer glory that was basking in Jason’s presence.
And he wasn’t sure he’d ever understand how Roy let Jason go, to love him.
Tim sucked at his own tongue. Maybe love was a bit strong- this was still new, he and Jason were still figuring out the lines, what they really were , if there was a future with them- but Tim also couldn’t deny that was the exact feeling that caused a storm in his gut when he so much as thought of Jason.
Afraid to think on that too much, Tim grabbed his bottle, turning slightly towards Jason and wordlessly settling it between his date’s thighs, pressing up against his belly. Jason jumped slightly, raised an eyebrow, and Tim glanced up, let his voice drop just a little.
“Just a reminder how deep I’m going to be in you tonight.”
This time Jason’s blush was full. He glanced away, bit his lip, and Tim wanted to climb onto his lap right then and there. The physical part of their relationship at least had been easy to figure out.
“Should I be calling our ride then?” Jason asked, still not looking at Tim. Tim pulled his bottle back, tapped his fingers on it, figured that with the Gotham traffic, it would probably take Roy until they finished their current drinks to get there.
“Maybe.”
*
Roy arrived right on time, as Tim predicted. He saw Jason’s phone light up on the table, just as they finished off their current drinks. “Our chariot?” Tim asked, as Jason pushed his chair back and stood up, grabbing his jacket off the back.
“Really your chariot,” Jason pointed out, and Tim just waved him off. He’d told Jason that if Roy agreed to be their designated driver, he could have one of Tim’s cars for the evening to joy ride in. And Tim knew he didn’t need to offer Roy anything, because the man was stupidly sweet and would gladly drive his husband around on a fucking date with his boyfriend , but still. Tim couldn’t help it.
Maybe he’d wanted to see the way Roy’s eyes lit up when he saw the car, when Tim rolled up to he and Jason’s home earlier that evening. Maybe he thought the twinkle in his eyes was endearing, enlightening, enrapturing .
Maybe Tim needed to think on that just a little.
They had barely stepped outside when Jason was draping his jacket over Tim’s shoulders. Tim wanted to argue he didn’t need to, but it set those fireflies in his belly alight, and he simply pulled the worn leather tighter around him, as Jason lifted a hand, waved at Roy, who was leaning against the sleek black car Tim had offered up that evening.
“Hey lovebirds,” Roy said, as they reached him. His smile was dazzling, and Tim just couldn’t understand how Jason could ever look away. “Are you two snuggling in the back, or is someone going to keep me company? Because I’ll give shotgun to anyone who gives me a kiss.”
He winked, and Jason was laughing at his husband, looking at him with adoration. Tim felt his heartbeat skip, and without even much thought he was moving away from Jason’s side, reaching up to gently cup Roy’s face. He lifted up on his toes, pressed his mouth against Roy’s without hesitation, and could feel the small gasp the redhead gave at the contact.
Tim felt dizzy, even though the kiss was nothing but a brush of his lips. He wanted it to be more, but this wasn’t the place- and gods, that wasn’t something he’d broached with Jason. There were too many unknowns, too many things to leave Tim’s mind in an overworked haze as he over calculated every aspect of what could be .
Tim pulled back, took a single step back as well, caught the tip of Roy’s tongue as it darted at his own lips. And then Roy cracked a smile and laughed, glancing over at Jason.
“You’re on your own in the back,” he teased, and Tim glanced over- but oh , Jason was smiling too, this gorgeous light that could outshine the moon. He got that smile when he looked at Roy.
Tim loved it.
*
Despite the kiss, Tim had crawled into the back of the car with Jason, happy to have his arm around him. Jason and Roy talked, which was nice , and Tim just drank it in, enjoying being in their space.
It didn’t take long to get to Tim’s penthouse. Roy tossed the car in park and glanced in the rearview mirror at them. “Shocked you both still have all your clothes on.”
Jason laughed. “Tim did show me how deep he’d be inside me tonight, but I don’t know that the backseat would give us the room we need.”
Roy whistled, and Tim felt almost embarrassed, felt color seeping up his cheeks. He didn’t get like that, not with anyone. Not to this level, even with Jason alone . But the two of them together, it was…
It was so, so much .
And so, a second later, when Tim’s mouth moved before his brain could catch up, he couldn’t even be shocked. “Do you want to come up?”
Roy actually turned then, glanced into the backseat. His eyes were like acid, like this sort of mystical rain that could wash away kingdoms. Tim felt his breath stick in his throat. And then he felt Jason’s hand, squeezing his shoulder, as his boyfriend leaned over, nosed at his hair. “Babygirl,” Jason whispered, and there was so much left unsaid .
Do you mean that?
Have you been thinking about that?
Is that what you want?
Tim knotted his fingers together, felt Jason’s lips ghost along his jaw. He knew he had perhaps three seconds before Jason spoke- and he took advantage of them.
All he said was, “Yes.”
Yes to all of Jason’s unasked questions. Yes to the stare Roy was giving him, like he couldn’t imagine Tim would entertain the idea of him, in anyway. Yes to whatever desire was rupturing inside him, hemorrhaging his ability to think clearly.
Jason straightened up, and Roy’s attention turned to him- he quirked on ginger brow, and Jason just chuckled. “I don’t even need to ask you,” Jason said then, “kill the engine and get out Harper . The queen invited you up for tea, after all.”
Tim felt a smile trying to tug at his lips, loved Jason’s little pet names and silly jokes. Roy grinned a cheshire smile, before the killed the engine, tossing the door open. Jason crawled out himself, reached a hand in and pulled Tim out, right into his arms, against his chest. Tim, out of instinct, got up on his toes, felt Jason’s hands on his slim waist, squeezing.
“You sure?” he asked, and Tim knew Roy could hear him, hear them .
Without hesitation, “Absolutely.”
Jason nodded once, before he let go of Tim, took his hand- then reached out for Roy, took his in the other. Instinctively, Jason’s thumb rubbed over the wedding band Roy was wearing- Tim knew, without seeing it. He’d seen it countless times. He was so sure Jason didn’t realize he did it.
He loved that, loved that Jason was in love with Roy to some absurd level.
They made it up to the penthouse, and Tim swore he’d never had so much trouble opening a door in his life . He half expected Jason to tease him- but a quick glance over his shoulder, and he caught Jason with his hand holding Roy’s jaw, kissing him so slowly it made Tim’s belly flutter.
He pushed the door open, stepped in- and then suddenly he was being lifted. Tim gave a surprised yelp, was tossed over a shoulder- and watched as Jason closed the door.
Roy was the one who had lifted him.
Roy was holding him .
“So where does she belong?” Roy asked, and Tim squirmed around, Jason’s jacket tangling around his shoulders and between he and Roy’s bodies. Jason just smiled at them.
“Bedroom is down the hall, second door on the right.” Roy patted Tim’s thighs, and Tim went slack, not having the fake fight in him any longer. He rather liked having Roy hold him like this.
They moved through the dark penthouse, and Roy opened the door with his hip, heading into the spacious bedroom and directly for Tim’s ridiculously large bed. Carefully he laid him out, and Tim just stared up at him, hair fanned out around him, a little color to his cheeks.
He swore he saw something flash in Roy’s eyes, some sort of unspoken adoration, desire, maybe even the sheer line of his pulse. He might never know.
But Tim reached a hand up, fingers dancing in the air, trying to reach Roy. Roy glanced at it, before he turned, looked back at Jason- who was leaning in the doorway, watching them with a bemused smile fit for a prince. A single nod, and Roy turned back to Tim, took his hand, let their fingers lace together.
“The invitation was serious,” Tim offered, “if you want to stay. If Jason is okay with it.”
“Let’s see,” Jason said, pushing off the doorframe, walking over so he was in Tim’s line of sight. “My boyfriend who is about ten levels out of my league just asked my husband to stay the night with us after a date- my husband, who, mind you , has gushed about my boyfriend over breakfast directly in front of our daughter on countless occasions.”
“ Jaybird ,” Roy hissed, and Jason shoved at his shoulder, before he reached for the hands that Roy and Tim had entangled. He lifted them, kissed Roy’s knuckles, then Tim’s.
“It’s true . Honestly, I’ve been waiting for something like this to happen. Hoping.” Jason turned, nuzzled into Roy’s neck, still holding onto their hands. “Reason in the morning,” Jason said, softly- but not soft enough that Tim couldn’t hear him. “For now, I think we should just live in the moment.”
It was something Roy himself would have said, Tim knew. He saw the flash of recognition in Roy’s eyes, and then that glorious smile again.
“Whatever you say, Jaybird. Whatever you say.”
Tim sat up then, jerked his hold on Roy’s hand, so the man stumbled, had to brace himself on the bed with his other hand. Tim hooked his free arm up around Roy’s neck, pushed up against his mouth in a proper kiss. One that Roy returned, without hesitation.
He kissed similar to Jason, Tim realized. Not quite as forceful- the fake bravado that Jason liked to muster, to hide how easily he fell apart, in bed. But Roy’s teeth found Tim’s lip, his tongue pushed when Tim wanted a taste of him. He fought in just the right way.
The bed dipped while Tim got lost in the kiss, as Jason crawled on, busied his hands in Tim’s hair, kissing at his neck while Tim sucked at Roy’s tongue. It was a sensory overload to the sweetest degree.
Roy broke the kiss, panting for breath, and Tim moved to his neck, as Jason began pushing Tim’s shirt up, fingers running along his abs. “Everyone is over dressed,” Roy managed, swallowing thickly as Tim nipped at his pulse. He could feel it spike, against his tongue.
Jason hummed his agreement, and Tim broke apart from them long enough to tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He flopped back into the pillows, hands moving for his fly, and he heard Roy’s breath escape as he flicked it open, pulled his zipper down.
“We’re really doing this.”
Roy sounded like a child in sheer wonder.
“Yeah,” Tim breathed, feeling like he might burst right out of his skin.
“ We are .” Jason, with a bit of that same awe lacing his voice. His hand replaced Tim’s, slid right into his too-tight black jeans, and Tim tipped his head back, sighing as Jason palmed him. He pushed against his hand, as Roy dragged his teeth along his shoulder, one hand sliding up along his bare side, over his chest. “What are you thinking, Timmy?”
Tim smiled, because of course Jason would ask him. There had never been much of a question between them, who called the shots behind a bedroom door. Tim liked the control, and Jason liked the lack of . Besides, he trusted Tim’s judgment.
That was one of the biggest turn ons.
Tim licked his lips, trying to focus past Jason’s hand, sliding along his clothes cock. “Wanna fuck you,” he admitted, gasping as Roy pinched one of his nipples. “And, ah ,” Tim gasped, as Roy rolled it between his fingers, squirmed as Jason gave his cock a hard squeeze. “I wanna- wanna see Roy fuck you too.”
Roy growled and it set fire to Tim’s blood. “I can do that,” Roy admitted, and Jason licked his lips, his eyes saying everything his mouth wasn’t .
Of course he was down for that.
Jason pulled his hand free, curled his fingers in the waistband of Tim’s underwear and jeans and tugged. Tim lifted his hips, let Jason guide everything down his thighs- and he heard Roy groan, into his shoulder.
“Of fucking course his cock is pretty.”
Roy could make him blush like a fucking schoolgirl . “Harper,” Jason teased, “don’t leave him speechless.” Jason bowed down, one hand grasping Tim’s cock, as his tongue swirled around the head, gathering up the precum beading there greedily. Tim moaned, could feel Roy just staring . “He does though,” Jason admitted, his words a puff of warm breath against Tim’s sensitive skin.
Jason pulled away- which was a shame , but necessary, Tim knew, if they were wanted to actually lose clothing. He grasped his own clothes, leaning back into his pillows more and shucking everything further down his legs, as Jason climbed off the bed. Tim kicked everything away, as Jason pulled his tshirt over his head, dropped it to the floor-
And promptly paused, quirking a brow. Because both Roy and Tim were staring. “What?”
“Nothing.” Roy.
“Not a thing.” Tim .
Jason huffed, reached down for his belt and undid the buckle. “Roy you’ve seen me naked countless times for years . Tim we…” Jason paused, bit his tongue, actually blushed a little, “there was yesterday in your office…”
Oh, Tim remembered . Roy grinned, positively devilish, and pulled away from a now naked Tim, moving for his husband. He pushed Jason’s hands away from his belt, took over opening his pants himself. “Yeah?” Roy said, inching them down Jason’s hips. He glanced over at Tim, who was watching, enraptured. “I didn’t hear about that.”
Tim couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “He surprised me with coffee. I rewarded him by bending him over my desk.”
Jason groaned, as Roy dropped down to his knees, dragging his jeans with him. He nuzzled against his clothed crotch, dragged his tongue along the heated shape of Jason’s cock, in his boxer briefs. Jason groaned, tipped his head back, and Tim sat up straighter, leaning over and grasping the edge of the bed.
“Can you suck him off for me?” Tim asked, eyes wide, glorious, endless . Jason swallowed thickly as Roy pulled off, glanced over his shoulder.
“Like I need to be asked.” He winked , and Tim felt heat in his cheeks again. He was cursing Roy more every second, but gods be damned he would die if the man so much as left the room, in that moment.
Roy peeled down Jason’s underwear, let his cock bob free. It bumped his lips, and Roy glanced up, opened his mouth and teased his tongue just under Jason’s cockhead. Tim could only imagine what it looked like, staring down at Roy like that.
He hoped he might know first hand someday soon .
Roy opened his mouth, took half of Jason’s thick cock in with a practiced ease. Jason;s eyelids fluttered, one of his hands reaching down, fingers tangling lovingly into Roy’s long, free hair. Roy made a pleased little noise, and Tim gripped the bed harder, his cock aching at the sight. Roy bobbed his head quickly, and Tim knew the burn in his jaw, from the number of times he’d had Jaosn’s cock in his mouth. Knew the salt of his precum, the stutter to his hips when he was so close .
“Fuck,” Jason groaned, glanced over at Tim. Tim smiled, bit his lower lip, and Jason’s breath shuddered out. “Look at me like that babygirl and I won’t last.”
“I don’t want you to,” Tim admitted, “ please don’t . Come right down his pretty throat.”
Roy shivered, visibly so, and Tim wondered how hard he was. Was he aching- could he come from just sucking Jason off? It’d be glorious- so long as Roy would be down for another round. Tim had meant it , when he said he wanted them both to fuck Jason.
Jason shifted his hips, and Roy squeezed them, pulled off to suck in a breath. He glanced over at Tim again- his lips wet, reddening. His eyes burned holes directly into Tim’s very soul, and he never said a damn word .
The look was enough.
Roy turned his attention right back to Jason, swallowed him down until his nose was pressed into the curls at his groin. Jason tipped his head back, tugged at Roy’s hair, and one hand left his hip, rubbed up over his belly, following his autopsy scar, the trail of hair that led from his groin. Tim could see Roiy’s fingers flexing, nails digging into scarred skin, and Jason shuddered.
“Babe,” he breathed, and Roy hummed- Tim could barely hear it. He dragged his hand back down, nails leaving red lines in Jason’s skin, and his husband shuddered, twisting his hair around his fist. Jason pulled as he fucked Roy’s mouth, and Tim realized he was panting, possibly louder than either of them.
When Jason came, it was like the Earth was cracking open. Tim could see the muscles in his stomach contracting, the gravely groan he gave, Roy’s name and a string of curses- the way his hips thrust hard and then stilled. Time stood still for a single moment.
And then Roy was pulling back, Jason letting go of his hair. Tim nearly launched himself off the bed, dropping down hard onto his knees and reaching for Roy, grabbing him by his tshirt. He pulled him over, crashing their mouths together, pushed his tongue past Roy’s too-warm lips to taste Jason, drink down the cum Roy hadn’t swallowed yet.
Roy groaned, reached desperately for Tim, held onto him, dug his nails into his back. Tim wanted him to break skin, leave little half-moon scars behind that Tim could reach back and press his own nails into, when he would be alone and missing him .
He was already thinking about missing Roy.
Tim sucked at Roy’s lip, was about to reach for his hair, when there were arms around him, and suddenly he was being lifted. This time Jason held him, took him the few steps back to the bed and laid him out, climbing onto the bed and pushing Tim down with one strong hand between his shoulder blades.
“Wanna make you scream,” Jason said, and Tim squirmed, rather liked how much force Jason was holding him down with. He didn’t usually have this sort of courage, in the bedroom. He seemed to be feeding off Roy.
“Put your mouth to good use,” Tim taunted, before he dragged his eyes to Roy, who was just watching . “Get him open so you can fuck him Roy.”
Roy launched up, moved without being told to one of Tim’s nightstands. He pulled it open, just as Jason slid down Tim’s body, spread his thighs and grasped at his ass, kneading the flesh. Tim knew what Jason was thinking, and dug his knees into the bed, lifting his ass a little, wanting to feel Jason’s tongue inside him.
“Clothes off,” Tim managed, keeping his eyes on Roy, who had the bottle of lube in hand now. He’d barely gotten the words out when he felt Jason’s tongue, tracing his whole. Tim bit his lips, almost whimpering, and Roy pulled his shirt off, before working his pants open one-handed.
It was impressive.
Tim watched as inch by glorious, blessed inch of freckled skin was exposed. He licked his lips, wanted to find every freckle on Roy’s body with his tongue. The moment he so much as saw the dust of ginger hair on Roy’s lower belly, Tim lost it . He pushed himself up slightly- careful not to jostle Jason too much- the work he was doing with his tongue was too heavenly to interrupt.
“Come- here.” Tim felt like he could barely breathe. His cock was pinned between him and his blanket, aching, but he was terrified if he moved too much, got too much friction, that he’d come already.
Roy stepped out of his clothing, left it pooled on the floor and listened . Tim balanced one one hand, reached out with the other to curl around Roy’s cock, give him a slow stroke. Roy’s breath escaped, and Tim leaned in, flicked his tongue along his slit. Roy’s precum made him thirsty .
Tim leaned in closer, sucked just the head in, and Roy tipped his head back, exhaling a curse. “Jay, baby , how do you ever leave him?”
Jason pulled from Tim’s asshole, left it wet and Tim squirming from the loss of contact. “It’s always hard,” Jason admitted, and Tim knew he was watching as he eased along Roy’s cock, slowly. “I can only leave him to come home to you.”
It was sickeningly sweet and beautiful and Tim loved that they were in love. He wanted it, wanted to be entangled in it.
Roy sighed, brushed some of Tim’s hair back, before he was guiding him off his cock. It left Tim’s mouth with a wet pop , a string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to Roy’s cock. “If you don’t stop,” Roy whispered, “I’ll never last to get inside Jason.”
Tim bit his lip, and Roy doubled over, gripped his chin and kissed him, very slowly. Tim melted, felt relaxed- shivered slightly as Jason’s tongue returned, pushed into his body and fucked him so perfectly . Tim squirmed a little, and Roy broke the kiss, climbed on the bed, gone from Tim’s sight.
But Tim heard the bottle of lube when it was opened, felt the bed as Roy leaned over Jason, kissed at his shoulders. He whispered something, so quietly Tim couldn’t even hear , and then Jason was groaning, and Tim knew Roy had his fingers inside him.
Tim squirmed, pressed his face into his pillows. Jason gripped his ass tighter, to the point that he could leave little bruises behind as fingerprints. Tim hoped he did.
He’d left plenty on Jason, over the past weeks, months .
Jason lifted his head, broke the contact to whine , and Tim wondered if Roy was twisting his fingers, pressing along Jason’s walls and finding his sweet spot. Did he have a third finger in him already? Was he going fast , eager to tear his husband asunder?
“Harder,” Jason breathed, and Tim lifted his head, craned his neck to see . But all he caught was the wildfire of Roy’s eyes, the heart melting smile on his face. Jason dropped his head into the back of Tim’s thigh, panting, and Tim squirmed, climbing up into his pillows to untangle from Jason, needing to see.
He turned, and Jason pushed himself up, knees digging into the mattress. His cheeks were tinged such a glorious pink, pupils huge. He looked fucked out already .
Tim settled back, leaned forward and cupped his face, rubbing his thumbs along his cheeks. “How does he feel, Jason? How does your husband feel?”
Jason whined, and Roy leaned over him, kissed his shoulder tenderly. “Words, babe,” he whispered, “use them.”
“Good,” Jason managed, and Tim glanced from him to Roy- caught that stare. Roy’s smile grew, and suddenly Jason was crying out, squeezing his eyes shut, biting at his lip.
“Better,” Roy said, before he pulled his fingers out, reaching for the lube. “Do you want to fuck him first, Tim?”
Tim shook his head. “I want him after you’re done with him.”
Roy’s smile turned from heart warming to sheer devil . “Whatever you say, babygirl.”
The pet name coming from Roy made Tim warm in his gut, just like it did from Jason. Tim must’ve smiled, it must have shown , because Jason said his name very softly- leaned up to kiss him, on the sweetest side of affection.
Tim returned it, kept cradling Jason’s face, traced the seam of his lips with his tongue. For a moment he thought Jason was going to fight the intrusion- but then he was gasping, and Tim could hear Roy groaning . He took advantage, got his tongue in Jason’s mouth, tested the points of all of his teeth and shivered as Jason whined around the muscle.
Jason shifted, pushed back, and Roy dropped his head back, groaning low. “Fuckin’-hell, Jaybird . You’ll kill me.”
Tim smiled into the kiss. He knew exactly what Roy was talking about, how good it felt to have Jason pushed his plush ass back, grind against you, body already wanting to milk your cock fucking dry .
Tim broke the kiss, opened his eyes, watched Jason’s lashes flutter, could barely see the grays of his eyes as he moaned. Tim looked past him, before he slid down, situated himself below Jason, so he could reach up, hook his nails into his back. Jason’s cock was hard again, dripped precum down onto Tim’s belly, and Tim squirmed, felt filthy over it.
“Imagine if I let you fuck me , like this,” Tim teased, fingers carding into Jason’s hair, watching him pant, his eyes nearly rolling as Roy gripped his hips, jerked him back hard . “Maybe I’ll let you,” Tim offered, leaning up, whispering in Jason’s ear, “next time.”
There would have to be a next time- Tim would die for it. A night wasn’t long enough, for everything he wanted to do with these men, to these men.
Roy growled again, and the sound had Tim arching, rubbing up against Jason’s cock. “He got so tight,” Roy said, tipping his head forward, some of his hair falling over his shoulders. Shoulders Tim was distracted by- broad, with the perfect ropes of muscle lining heavily tattooed arms-
Tim wasn’t sure if he wanted to stretch Roy out on a bed and fuck him utterly senseless, or have the man shove him up against a wall and fuck him against it until Tim forgot his own name.
“He likes the idea of a next time.”
Roy flashed a smile. “So do I, gorgeous.”
Tim bit his lip, arched again, let Jaqson grind down into him. His boyfriend bowed his head, nuzzled into Tim’s neck, whimpering brokenly. He was close already, Tim knew. He grasped at his scarred back, hooked his leg back around Jason and Roy’s thighs, pulling Roy closer on his next thrust.
“Make him come.”
A command that had Roy fucking harder into Jason- had Jason sobbing a breath, broken yes and please and mo-re echoing into Tim’s skin. Tim felt the moment Jason lost control, heard his aching cry, felt the drag of his teeth against his pulse. His cock throbbed between them, pulsed cum into the grooves of Tim’s abs as Roy tossed his head back, groaned out Jason’s name like a holy prayer.
Tim nearly came, over the two of them. Would have, if his sheer will power wasn’t so hell bent on being inside Jason. He let his boyfriend rut against him more, until he was panting, beginning to go lax.
Roy’s hands grasped at Jason’s hips then, pulled out as he rolled him over. Jason groaned, arched- and Tim pushed himself up, ignored the pearly mess on his belly and got himself between Jason’s thick thighs.
Jason spread them wider without being asked, and oh gods Tim was so in love . He held them firm, eased himself into Jason’s overly pliant body, breath leaving him because Jason felt like fire, was so wet , filled already with Roy’s cum.
Tim sucked at his tongue, body threatening to give into the pleasure at the first touch. Jason squirmed, gasped out a broken breath- and then Roy was there, bending over him, kissing him wordlessly, one hand grasping at his chest, kneading flesh before teasing one of his pierced nipples.
Tim arched himself, rocked into Jason’s body. He didn’t think he’d last long enough to make Jason come a third time- which was a shame - but he didn’t think his boyfriend would be mad. As it was, Jason seemed frazzled down to every nerve, squirming about with each thrust and reaching desperately for Roy, grasping at him and refusing to allow the kiss to break.
Tim squeezed his thighs, before one hand reached down, fingers pressing at Jason’s lower belly. He pushed , thought back to the bar, where he’d teased Jason- and when Roy finally let Jason’s mouth go, and Tim could see his pretty, tear-wet eyes, he only smiled.
He always kept his promises.
Jason seemed to catch Tim’s meaning, because he shivered, before he hooked a leg back around Tim’s legs, trying to pull him in closer. Roy glanced at them, before he straightened up, covered Tim’s fingers with his own.
“Leave him so full he’ll never forget.”
Tim moaned, a wanton sort of broken sound, and Roy surged forward, kissed him on the right side of violent. Desperate teeth and a prying tongue, and Tim was gone, losing himself inside Jason, in the perfect plush heat of his lower. Roy kissed Tim through the orgasm, until Tim was slumping down, feeling dizzy, like he might simply collapse out of existence.
He wasn’t sure how they untangled, how they ended up laid out on the bed- Jason snuggled in the middle, pressed into Roy’s chest, Tim stretched along his back. But it felt so oddly right . The movements had been wordless, as if each could feed off the other’s body language, interrupterate how they would move.
Roy was stroking Jason’s hip. Tim pressed a soft kiss to Jason’s shoulder, before he lifted his eyes to Roy’s stare.
“You sure this was okay?” Roy asked, softer than Tim expected. Tim arched a brow, felt Jason stirring between them, lifting his head from Roy’s chest. “I mean, you two are great and all, and… I just-”
“Harper,” Jason said, and then, kinder, “ Roy . Stop.” Roy clamped his mouth shut, and Jason squirmed, until he was laying on his back, looking up at the two of them. “When this started, you said we had to be honest with each other, Roy.”
Roy nodded- Tim found he was too, even if it wasn’t directed at him.
“And trust me , Tim’s invitation was honest. He wouldn’t have asked you up here if he wasn’t interested .” Jason glanced over at Tim. “The only question is all that interest entails.”
Tim took a single, long breath. He reached out, splayed his hand on Jason’s belly, leaned over him, pecked Roy’s lips very gently. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “but if it’s okay with you both, I’d like to find out.”
Roy smiled, reached for Tim’s chin, held him steady. “Sure, babygirl,” he said, echoing words Jason would have said himself, Tim knew. “Whatever you want.”
Whatever he wanted , in that moment, was simply to entangle himself in these two. He could begin to unravel the strands of affection and desire in the morning.
All that mattered was they’d made it here , in one piece. There was always time to file away the details.