No Big Deal, RPS, NC-17
Oct. 24th, 2009 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phantismaFandom: RPS
Title: No Big Deal
Pairing/Characters: Chris Kane/Timothy Hutton, Misha Collins/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, implied Jared/Jensen, Tim/Misha, Jeff/Chris, Chris/Tim/Misha, Chris/Tim/Jeff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared and Jensen arrange a night out with their friends...only things don't go as planned. Misha decides to take matters into his own hands, but gets more than he bargained for. Sex of many shapes and sizes follows.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for the generous, and patient,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katzb101. Hope you enjoy it!
Chris told him it was no big deal, just a night out with the guys. They were supposed to meet up at the fight and grab drinks and a late dinner after. Simple. Easy. No big deal.
Except that these weren't just any guys. They were friends of Christian's. More than that, they were friends of Christian's that knew.
Which kind of was a big deal. For him anyway.
Because he wasn't used to people knowing. Not about this.
Truth be told, he wasn't really used to this. Not really.
In the beginning, this hadn't been this at all. It had been like any other of the flings he'd had with guys in his past. He'd never expected it to become…well, a relationship. Complete with discussions about how to make the distance thing work now that shooting had wrapped for the season.
Because Chris was an LA/Oklahoma/Nashville guy. And Tim? Well, he was in New York City when he wasn't working. Except that right now, he was in LA and largely living out of a suitcase stashed in the spare bedroom in Steve's apartment.
And that was weird enough, because he was painfully aware of the history between Chris and Steve.
There was a chuckle behind him and Tim turned, just as Chris pushed himself off the doorjamb and slid his hands around Tim's waist. "You worry too much." Warm lips and rough scruff played along the back of his neck and Chris brought his hands up to undo the tie Tim had just finished tying. "No ties. I told you, casual."
"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Tim asked, turning in the circle of Chris' arms and chasing after his mouth to steal a kiss.
"Because I'm irresistible." Chris grinned and stepped back. "Besides, it isn't like you don't know Jensen and Jared. You had fun the last time they came down to Portland for the weekend."
"That was different." That was before they knew. Okay, so they maybe suspected, because Chris didn't understand the concept of personal space when he was with someone and he hadn't been able to keep his hands off Tim the whole night.
"You'll like Jeff." Chris sat on the bed and watched him look for his shoes. "And Misha…well…he takes some getting used to."
"And…Jeff and Misha are…" Tim turned to watch Chris roll his eyes.
"Jeff and Misha are…Jeff and Misha." Chris responded. "They aren't a couple in the traditional sense. But then again, I don't think Misha does anything that's traditional."
"But they're together." Tim frowned at him.
"They fuck, if that's what you're asking." Chris confirmed, tugging on Tim's hand. "And they're kinky." He pulled Tim in until he was leaning against Chris. "They like to play games." Chris let his hands slide up Tim's thighs, framing his groin as he leaned forward to press kisses along the hem of his shirt.
"You know what you need?" Chris' mouth found its way up under the shirt, his lips soothing along tender skin, his tongue flicking over Tim's navel. The combination of rough voice, hot breath and his tongue had his body thinking that it knew what he wanted. "A pre-date blow job. Ease off some of that stress."
"I just got dressed." Tim protested, though it was mostly for show, because they both knew he wouldn't say no…not with Chris' mouth already on his skin.
"We got time. Jensen and Jared haven't even landed yet." His hands were on Tim's fly, inside his pants, and before Tim could say another word, Chris slid his tongue over his cock, short circuiting his ability to make words come from his mouth.
Chris chuckled around his cock when Tim moaned and reached for him. He pulled back just enough to shake his head. "No hands." Chris let go of Tim's pants, his hands taking Tim's, their fingers sliding together and then Chris pulled them out away from them before his mouth opened and he took Tim in again.
Tim shifted, his pants falling to his ankles as he tried to find a way to control the pace, but Chris just shifted with him, his head bobbing up and down quickly, then slowing, sucking in deep and hard, making Tim sway on his feet.
Blue eyes glittered with mischief as they looked up at him. Chris licked his way up Tim's cock, then closed his mouth over just the tip. Tim hissed as Chris sucked, his tongue playing at the tender spot just under the head. He tried to pull away as he started to come, but Chris just sucked harder, pulling more of his cock into his mouth, swallowing as Tim came.
Chris let him go with a pop, grinning up at him. "Better?"
He was a little more relaxed, he had to admit. "The blue shirt would be better."
"You do plan on letting me up some time tonight, right?" Misha asked, his voice rough from the deep throating at an awkward angle.
"I don't know." Jeff responded. "Do you promise you won't make Tim uncomfortable tonight?"
"Define uncomfortable." Misha responded, his eyes narrowing in Jeff's direction.
Jeff brought the warm washcloth over and leaned in to wipe Misha's stomach before taking his mouth. "You know what I mean." Jeff said as he pulled away, his voice a little dark. He tossed the washcloth toward the hamper. "It's his first time. Take it easy on him."
Misha pulled on the restraints that held him to the bed in annoyance. Jeff rarely left him restrained after their scene had played out, but he was trying to make a bit of a point. The problem was, with Misha, he wasn't sure the point was coming across…mostly because Misha didn't want it to come across.
He'd already made up his mind when Jensen had invited them out for this little get together, that he was going to find a way to convince Timothy Hutton that the best ending to a night of legalized violence, alcohol and food was absolute debauchery…or at the very least, partner swapping.
"It's not like I plan on raping the man in the bathroom." Misha said, then stopped and cocked his head, his eyes very clearly expressing the fact that the image of doing exactly that had filled his brain. "You know…unless he wants me too. Come on, let me up."
Jeff kind of wanted to leave him there while he went to shower and get dressed, but he knew that all it would lead to would be Misha screaming obscenities at him until he finally let him up. Well…unless he gagged him first. Jeff raised an eyebrow at the thought, watching as Misha tried to figure out what Jeff was thinking.
"Oh, not on your life, or I'm keeping both Tim and Chris for myself. And you know Jensen and Jared don't share."
Jeff rolled his eyes and moved in to undo the restraints on Misha's ankles first, then reaching over him to undo his hands. Misha immediately grabbed him and rolled, pulling Jeff off his feet and pressing him into the mattress. "And next time, I get to top."
He kissed Jeff, all wet and messy before climbing over him, dragging his cock over Jeff's face as he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night, and no matter how wierded out Tim was, it wasn't going to end until Misha got what he wanted.
The sidewalks outside the arena were already crowded when the cab dropped them off. Chris tugged on the knit hat covering his hair and adjusted his jacket as Tim paid the cabbie. He scanned the faces around them, mostly figuring he'd see Jared's head towering over everyone around him.
"The tickets are at will-call." Chris said as Tim joined him, gesturing with his chin toward the window.
"Where are we supposed to meet them?"
"Jensen didn't say." Chris took another sweep of the area, just as his phone buzzed for attention. He flipped it open and held it to his ear. "Where are you?"
Jensen sounded stressed out and tense. "Still in San Francisco."
"What?"
"I don't know. Something to do with the plane, they jerked us around for more than an hour before Jared got bitchy and we're finally on a different flight, but it doesn't leave for another forty five minutes."
Chris could hear Jared muttering in the background. "Jared got bitchy?"
"Yeah, well…I may have promised him something special when we got to LA." Jensen said, some of the tension draining from his voice. It was replaced with amusement. "And he really wants to collect."
"Christian Fucking Kane."
"That sounds like Misha." Jensen said in his ear as Chris turned to find Misha and Jeff approaching.
"Yeah, looks like the gang's all here." Chris said, tugging on Tim's elbow to pull him closer as people on the sidewalk started to notice them.
"I already called the ticket office. Gave them you're name. Have fun."
"Call when you get in, okay?"
"Yeah, maybe we'll still make dinner."
Chris hung up the phone and let Jeff yank him into a hug. "That was Jensen. He and Jared got hung up in San Francisco. They're going to try to make dinner."
"I told them to fly in earlier." Misha said, though his eyes never left Tim, who was back to looking uncomfortable.
Chris cleared his throat. "Jeff, Misha, this is Tim. Tim, the guys."
Tim managed a smile and stuck out his hand, first to Jeff, who shook it with a warm smile. "Heard a lot about you. Glad we could meet."
"Very glad." Misha said, smirking as he took Tim's hand from Jeff.
Chris rescued Tim's hand from Misha with a look, then dropped it, remembering they were in public. "Well, why don't we go get our tickets then?"
Misha couldn't care less about the fight. He wasn't there for the fight. The fight was just…foreplay. Something to get the blood pumping, put the guys in the right frame of mind.
That was something he could get behind.
He maneuvered his way into sitting between Tim and Jeff as they took their seats. He could tell he made the man nervous, and for his purposes, that was just fine. It would play well into his plans for later.
Chris garnered Tim's attention early on, talking about the fight, and the fighters. Misha sat back, watching the two of them and biding his time. "We need beer." Misha said when there was a lull in the conversation and they still had at least twenty minutes before the first bout.
"I'll get it." Jeff offered, standing and giving Misha a look he chose to ignore. "Chris, why don't you come help."
Chris leaned in to whisper in Tim's ear. "You let me know if you can't handle him." He peered around Tim into Misha's face. "Behave."
Misha donned his best innocent expression. "Of course. Perfect gentleman."
He waited until they were half way up the aisle before he turned in his seat, sliding an arm casually over the back of Tim's seat. "So…Timothy…tell me something about you I can't find out on the internet."
"You know, Chris warned me about you." Tim responded, crossing his arms.
"Me? I'm harmless. Really."
Tim's eyes narrowed. "I've read your Twitter. You can't expect me to believe anything you tell me."
"Everyone reads my Twitter." Misha shrugged as if it were nothing. "I've read yours. You really need to loosen up."
"You've read my Twitter?" He seemed surprised.
"You and all your adorable little Leverage friends…quite cute they are." He pulled his arm back and turned to face the ring. "That John Rogers is sure a tease.
"I'll tell him you think so." Tim shifted in his seat, looking over his shoulder for Chris and Jeff. "So that's it? I need to loosen up and Rogers is a tease?"
Misha nodded. "Were you expecting something more?"
"Well, yeah, actually. I was expecting the full court press. Where are the come on lines and the innuendos and the rest?"
Misha grinned. "I promised I'd be a gentleman. This is me, being a gentleman."
"Huh." Tim sat back and after a moment of staring at Misha, turned his eyes to the ring.
Now that he was comfortable, Misha could really start working on him. "So…you and Chris? Wouldn't have picked that."
"What?" Tim turned a frown to him.
"I mean, if I were going to pick someone Chris would hook up with, it'd be someone…else." He winked at Tim. "Him and Jeff? Now that would be hot as all get out."
Tim's frown deepened. "You've thought about this?"
"What? You haven't? Just look at him…all that hair…Jeff's a puller. He loves to get his hands in a head of hair. I can just about hear Chris growling up at him."
Tim's face was a little pink as Jeff and Chris re-joined them. Misha counted it a victory and sat back with his beer, smirking as Chris glared at him. "Perfect gentleman." Misha said. "I didn't lay a hand on him."
"Drink your beer." Jeff said as he dropped into the seat next to him. "And don't cause trouble."
"I am the epitome of innocence." Misha deadpanned, eyes firmly on the ring as an announcer climbed through the ropes.
Jeff just stared at him for the next few minutes, finally looking away when the first fighters entered the ring.
Somehow, Misha imagined that Jeff was skeptical of the truth of his statement.
The big fight was over and the beer had settled in his bladder, so Tim was among the first to exit the arena, promising Chris he'd meet them out front. There was a bit of a line by the time he got there, and he stood his place in line, hat pulled low over his eyes.
Someone bumped into him as he reached the door, and Tim was less than surprised to find Misha crowding into his space. "Decided I needed to go too." Misha said as explanation.
The guy behind them grumbled, but Misha just grinned at him and put his head on Tim's shoulder.
The line moved and Time stepped forward, dropping Misha's head as he moved. He stepped up to the first open urinal and unzipped. Misha leaned on the wall between urinals, openly watching him.
"I thought you had to go." Tim said without looking up.
"I lied. I just wanted to get a good look. So I know what to expect." Misha looked away as Tim tucked back in and moved to wash his hands. "Besides, wouldn't want you getting lost in the crowds."
"I'm pretty sure I can find my way out." Tim had to chuckle at the men staring at them as they headed out of the bathroom. Misha certainly knew how to make people uncomfortable.
Chris and Jeff were on the sidewalk, a cab waiting beside them. "There you are." Chris looked at Tim, then Misha, then back. "Everything okay?"
"Of course. Shall we head to dinner?" Tim figured maybe if he could just stay a step ahead of Misha for the remainder of the evening, he might escape with his dignity intact.
Jeff made for the front seat of the cab, while Chris held the door of the back seat. Tim climbed in as Misha circled around and got in on the other side, which left Tim in the middle. Chris got in as Jeff was giving the driver directions. Before they'd even pulled from the curb, Tim had Chris' hand on his right thigh and Misha's on his left.
He looked at Misha's hand, then up at him. Misha blinked, fought down a smirk and pulled his hand away. "Oh, sorry."
Tim glanced at Chris, then deliberately put his own hand on Misha's thigh, higher up than his had been. "Keep it up, and you might be." Tim said quietly.
Beside him, Chris choked on a laugh. "I may have been wrong." Chris whispered in his ear. "Maybe you can handle him just fine."
Misha responded with a raised eyebrow and he might have done more, but Jeff cleared his throat and looked over the seat at him, then at the driver. Tim pulled his hand away with his own raised eyebrow, and turned his attention to Chris, who was pulling out his phone. "Any word?"
"Voice mail." Chris responded, touching a button and holding the phone up to his ear. Tim watched his face, a slow smirk growing. "They're at the restaurant, but Jared's 'sleepy'." Chris made little air quotes as he closed the phone.
Jeff snorted and shook his head as they pulled to a stop. He paid the cab driver as they piled out of the car. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"It probably means Jensen's had him sitting on a butt plug since they left Vancouver." Misha offered with a smile, opening the door and holding it for the others.
Chris was the first to spot them, waving the hostess off as Jared waved them over. "He doesn't look like a man with something shoved up his ass." Chris said as they crossed the room.
Jensen and Jared stood to greet them, all smiles and hugs and Tim relaxed a little more. Chris had been right about liking them. They were good guys, fun to hang out with. He waited until Misha was sitting, then choice a spot on the other side of the table, next to Jared. Chris sat beside him.
"Already harassing the poor man?" Jensen asked Misha as the waiter brought them water.
"I am the epitome of innocence." Misha responded, echoing his earlier statement. Jensen didn't look like he believed Misha anymore than the rest of them.
"Which explains why you didn't actually grab my dick in the bathroom, just stared at it." Tim said, his voice conversational as if discussing the menu.
Jared choked on his water and Misha raised both eyebrows. "Uh oh, Misha." Jensen said. "Looks like Tim's already got you figured."
"This calls for more alcohol." Misha lifted a hand to call their waiter back. "Shots? Tequila?"
"Whiskey." Tim countered, looking up at the water. "Neat."
"Jack, bring the bottle." Chris countered. "And beer. Whatever's on tap."
"Beer all around." Jeff amended.
"Nice, you still order for everyone without asking." Jared tossed an ice cube out of his water glass at Jeff, hitting him in the chest.
"I thought you were 'sleepy'." Jeff countered, complete with air quotes.
Jared rolled his eyes, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. "I am. It's been a long day…and I have to be up early."
"So it has nothing to do with whatever Jensen promised you?" Chris asked with a smirk.
Jared turned to look at Jensen, his eyes wide. "What did you tell him?"
Jensen laughed. "Nothing." He held up both hands. "Just…you know that you bitched at the airport guy because you couldn't wait to get me alone."
Jared turned a little pinker around the edges, but the waiter chose that moment to show up with their drinks, sparing him any further embarrassment. Chris raised his shot. "Cheers."
Tim echoed him and downed his shot, letting it burn down into him. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy the evening a whole lot more with a few of these in him.
Jared changed the subject by picking up his menu and declaring that he wanted the ribeye with a baked potato. Everyone else scrambled to look at menus and order while the waiter was still there.
Tim ordered, then sat back with his beer, his eyes skimming around the table. Some of the tension had slipped away and he relaxed, sliding an arm around the back of Chris' chair.
Talk turned once the waiter was gone, to the fight, and from that to work, projects that were lining up for each of them. The whiskey was poured again as dinner arrived and Tim lifted his glass alongside the others. He could feel eyes and looked up to find Misha watching him, something of a challenge in the expression on his face.
Tim raised an eyebrow and hid the smirk behind his shot. At least now the man wasn't quite as arrogant. That was a step up from earlier. It wasn't even that he was dead set against whatever it was Misha had in mind, it was more a matter of not wanting Misha to think he was just going to get his way just because he was fucking Misha Collins, or whatever.
Jared was actually yawning before they were three quarters through dinner. His last shot still sitting next to his beer as he sat back and rubbed his eyes. Chris let his hand slide onto Tim's thigh under the table, caressing lightly. Tim turned to look at him. His lips were red, like he'd been chewing on them and it made Tim want to bite on them too. Chris leaned in, his voice a low growl in his ear.
"All I can think about is watching you shove him into the wall." Chris' eyes flicked to Misha and back and Tim could feel himself harden just a little. Fingers tightened on his thigh. They hadn't ever played with anyone else, this relationship between them was only a few months old and work being their priority. They had talked about it some, especially once Chris knew that they'd be meeting up with Misha and Jeff. "You know what it does to me when you take control."
Across the table, Misha leaned in to whisper in Jeff's ear, bringing an evil smirk to Jeff's face. Chris slid his hand further up Tim's thigh, sliding it down between his legs and pressing in against his cock.
"Obviously, this is the part where the propositioning starts." Jensen said, draining the last of his beer. He glanced aside at Jared who looked like he was half asleep. "And I should get sleeping beauty here to a bed before I have to carry his giant ass."
Jeff raised a hand to wave down their check and Jared yawned again. "Sorry."
"We've all been there." Tim said, standing to get away from the hand that Chris was using to torment him. "Late nights, early mornings, travel."
"Not to mention a boyfriend who promises to ravish you as soon as you're behind closed doors." Misha said, his voice dropped so it wouldn't carry.
"Right, like you don't plan to do some ravishing of your own." Jared countered as he too stood. He shook his head. "Don't let him have all the fun." Jared held out his hand to Tim.
Tim smiled and shook his hand. "Oh, don't worry. I don't intend to."
A half hour later, Tim was feeling the buzz of the alcohol as they stood outside waiting for a cab. Jeff crowded in between him and Chris, his eyes narrowed. "My place?"
Chris looked at Tim. "We don't have to, if you don't want to." Chris said, though something in his voice hinted that he really did want to.
Misha joined them, head cocked to the side as they all looked at Tim. He'd probably regret it later. "Yeah, okay." Chris grinned at him and Jeff clapped him on the shoulder like he'd just agreed to some game.
And, judging from Misha's response, Tim guessed that was pretty close to accurate. He jumped for the cab as it pulled up, not even waiting for it to come to a complete stop before he was opening the door.
Tim slid across the seat, with Chris following him. Misha crowded in as Jeff sat beside the driver and gave him the address. Chris pressed in against him, turning so that his back was to Misha, his voice low in Tim's ear. "I don't want you to feel pressured, okay? I mean…god, I'd love to see you…watch you with him…but you tell me if you're uncomfortable."
Tim turned his head, brushing his lips over a stubbled cheek as he moved his mouth to Chris' ear. "The only thing uncomfortable is my cock in these jeans. I'm a big boy, Chris. I think I can handle this."
Chris dropped his hand into Tim's lap, chuckling as he found him hard. If not for the driver, Tim might have kissed him then, hand in his hair, dragging him closer…but there was the driver and they were still in public.
Jeff cleared his throat and Chris sat back, winking at Jeff.
It seemed to take forever to get there, now that Tim was horny and wanting to strip Chris naked. His head filled with the image Misha had fed him…Jeff's hand in Chris' hair, shoving Chris to his knees. Chris wasn't one who gave up control, as much as one who challenged his partner to try to take it. Somehow Tim believed that Jeff was one man who could. And damn if that didn't just make his cock all the harder.
"Shit." Tim hissed as the cab finally stopped. For a moment, he wasn't sure he could actually stand up. He opened the door, pressing a hand in against his groin, breathing out slowly and willing his hard on to subside just a little. Chris' hands on his ass didn't help the situation, though they did push him out of the car. Jeff and Misha were already half way up the walk by the time Chris and Tim were out of the cab.
"Getting a head start?" Chris asked, eyes sparkling as he headed up the walk.
Tim followed once he'd adjusted himself enough that it wasn't painful. "You know exactly where my head is." Chris smirked and bounded up the steps. A hand reached through the door and pulled Tim in, while another pair of hands shoved the door closed.
Misha was against the door, Chris pushing Tim toward him. Tim glanced aside at Chris, wondering where Jeff had gone, but Misha was pulling at him and Tim reached out too, sliding one hand along, Misha's face, around his neck. He held him in place while he moved closer, tilting his face and pressing his lips to Misha's, unsurprised when his mouth fell open without resistance, his tongue eager, his hands falling to Tim's hips, pulling him in.
Hands slid up his back, around his sides, fingers worked at buttons, opening his shirt. Misha's hands joined in and then pushed Tim back into Chris to pull the shirt off completely. Misha worked his own shirt up and off as Tim reached behind him to drag Chris in, both hands on his face, mouths open in a messy kiss. Misha's hands circled Tim's waist, working at his belt.
Jeff came back into view, a bottle and a shot glass in hand. He filled the shot glass and stepped in beside them, lifting it to Tim's mouth. He poured the whiskey in and Tim swallowed. He moved to Misha, then Chris and by the time he'd put the bottle and glass down, Tim was stepping out of his pants, his cock tenting his underwear, his face flushed.
Tim licked his lips and reached one hand for Jeff, dragging him closer and pulling his face in to kiss. Beside him, Chris moaned. Tim used the hand in Chris' hair and the one on Jeff's head to push them at one another before turning back to Misha. "Lose the pants." Tim growled before taking Misha's mouth again. He could feel Misha's hands working his jeans off, then pressed him into the door, rubbing a thigh against Misha's hardening cock.
"And here I thought I was going to have to seduce you." Misha said as Tim broke the kiss.
"You shouldn't think so much." Tim responded, his hand moving to circle Misha's cock through his boxers. "Get you in trouble some day."
The sound of Chris whimpering pulled at his attention, and Misha helped by turning Tim's head as Jeff and Chris crashed together, hands and mouths and bodies colliding in a frantic rush that was as much a fight for dominance as it was a kiss. Clothing was torn, curses whispered. Chris ended up with his back against the wall, Jeff pressing into him.
"Told you…hot as fuck." Misha whispered in Tim's ear.
Jeff's hands pulled at the shirt Chris was wearing, tearing it open before he got a fistful of his hair, pulling his head to the side to nip at his jaw line. It was Tim's turn to moan as Chris looked at him, eyes blown with lust, mouth open. Jeff growled and pushed Chris down, and to Tim's surprise Chris went to his knees. His hands went to Jeff's belt, opening his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He looked up at Tim one more time, then opened his mouth and took the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth.
Tim's own cock twitched in echo, knowing the feeling of that mouth all too well. "Looks like they're winning." Misha said, his hand finding Tim's cock.
"Didn't know it was a race." Tim answered, though he was ready for this to go to the next step. He moved them so he was the one with his back to the door, better to watch Jeff and Chris, and he reached for Misha again, kissing him wet and messy before pushing him down. Misha didn't require much encouraging, his hands pulling Tim's underwear down and his lips circling his cock almost before he was completely down.
Jeff's fist hit the wall, making Tim look. Chris was leaning back against the wall, Jeff's cock thrusting into him. His eyes were closed, his face flushed. Tim wanted to taste him, the salty warm of Chris' mouth after having it filled with cock such a turn on that Tim almost came from just the thought alone. Of course, it was being helped by the way Misha's mouth was working over him, sucking him in deep, tongue flat along the underside, then sliding it out and licking over the tip before taking it in deep yet again.
Muffled curses followed more banging on the wall, then a long, low groan as Jeff came. Misha reached a hand up under his chin, cupping, then slowly squeezing Tim's balls as he sucked and Tim let go, flooding Misha's mouth with a grunt.
Both Jeff and Tim were panting as Misha rocked back onto his heels and Jeff stepped back from Chris.
"Lube." Misha said suddenly, standing up. "We're going to need lube."
He disappeared down the hallway as Chris climbed to his feet and Jeff went for the bottle again. Tim beckoned Chris to him, one finger crooked. Chris came, licking those lips as if he knew what Tim wanted. "Fucking hot." Tim murmured as he kissed him, licking at his lips and into his mouth, chasing the heat of come over his tongue.
Chris was hard, his jeans still on, his cock trapped inside. "Want to fuck you so bad." Chris whispered into Tim's neck, his lips trailing over skin, onto his collarbone. "Want them to watch."
Jeff was there, shot glass filled to the brim, lifting it. Chris leaned back so his head was on Jeff's chest, his mouth open to receive the offering. Jeff poured it into his mouth, spilling some down his chin. Tim leaned in and lapped it up, licking up Chris' neck as he swallowed. Jeff lifted the glass again, this time to Tim's mouth.
He knew he should probably start turning it down, he was pretty fucking buzzed already and he was going to pay for it in the morning, but instead he just opened his mouth and swallowed it down. Chris sucked at his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and Tim felt his cock twitch.
Jeff's mouth replaced the shot glass, his kiss all heat and whiskey and more than a little possessive. "Bedroom." Jeff growled, walking away without looking back.
Misha was on the bed when they arrived, naked, his cock shiny with lube. "What took you so long?" He held up the bottle, tossing it to Chris when he raised his hand for it.
Chris used a hand on his hip to guide Tim toward the bed. "On your back." Chris murmured when Tim glanced at him. "I want to see your eyes."
Tim laid back across the end of the bed, glancing up a little self consciously at their audience. Misha was sitting against the head board while Jeff finished undressing. He came to stand behind Chris once he was naked, helping Chris out of his own clothes. Misha handed him a pillow and Tim licked his lips, suddenly nervous again. It was one thing to play…but this was putting on a show.
Chris leaned in to kiss the inside of his thighs, guiding Tim's legs open once Tim had shoved the pillow under his ass to help his position. Hands slick with lube caressed his balls, then under, one finger sliding into him fast. Tim tried to relax as Chris worked him open, watching as Jeff slid a hand down Chris' back.
It took him a minute to realize that Jeff was doing to Chris exactly what Chris was doing to Tim and holy fuck that was somehow hotter than the whole blowjob thing. Tim's legs fell open a little further as Chris slipped in a third finger, pressing against him. He glanced up at Misha who was fisting his cock as he watched.
Chris pulled his hand away and stepped in closer, lining up his cock. Behind Chris, Jeff stepped away, watching as Chris pushed into Tim. Chris pulled one of Tim's legs up, leaning it on his shoulder as he altered his angle and thrust in. Tim exhaled the breath he'd been holding, his hands fisting in the comforter as Chris nailed his prostate in his first thrust.
"Fuck."
Chris grinned down at him. "Exactly." He pulled out, then pushed back in, all slow and control and making Tim want anything but slow and controlled.
Jeff was back behind Chris and when Tim looked up at him, Jeff grinned, holding up a fake cock that was thick and long and slick with lube. Chris stiffened as he felt it, his eyes closing, his movement stopping all together for a few seconds as Jeff worked the cock in.
When Chris opened his eyes again, they were dark and needy and his pace increased, thrusting into Tim almost wildly as Jeff worked the fake cock inside him. Chris wasn't going to last long, judging by the stuttering of his hips.
Jeff pushed in a particularly hard thrust and Chris cursed, coming without warning inside Tim. Jeff kept working the cock into him as Chris fell forward, gasping, his cock still mostly hard inside Tim.
Tim felt the bed move, Chris rolling to the mattress where Misha's legs had just been. He looked up as Misha grabbed Tim's cock, which was well on it's way to wanting more. Slick fingers slid over the skin, making it harden a little more. Chris was on his stomach beside him.
Misha kept working Tim's cock, even as he encouraged Tim to move. Jeff pulled the dildo out of Chris, leaving him open and slick. It took second for Tim to realize Misha was prepping him to fuck Chris, but when he figured it out, he tossed one leg over him, guiding his now hard cock into Chris. Misha wasn't done there, though.
As soon as Tim was inside Chris, he felt Misha's hands on his ass, his fingers moving through come, then his cock was there, pressing into Tim. The first few thrusts were awkward before Tim figured out Misha's timing and used it to his advantage, let it push him down into Chris.
Chris shifted under him, getting a knee up under himself to lift up and tilt his hips to take Tim all the deeper. Jeff leaned over the bed, hand in Tim's hair, pulling him up for a kiss before moving to do the same to Chris. Then he was holding Chris by the hair again, guiding his mouth to Jeff's hardening cock. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the obscene noises Chris' mouth was making.
Sweat slicked Chis' back and slid down Tim's face, the alcohol and the sex combining to heat him up from the inside out. Misha's hand slid up Tim's back into his hair, pulling him back as Misha grunted, thrusting up into Tim twice fast before he came.
He pulled out, letting come drip out of Tim and pushing Tim back onto Chris, who was up on both knees now, really working at Jeff's cock. Jeff pulled back on Chris' hair. He gestured at Tim, reaching for him with the other hand and drawing him close. Tim looked from Jeff's cock, to Chris' red lips, then up at Jeff.
Tim quirked a smile and rolled onto his back, his head off the side of the bed, his hands guiding Jeff's cock toward his mouth. He nudged Chris with a knee and held his breath as Chris climbed over him, holding Tim's cock as he sank down onto it. Jeff cursed under his breath as he changed the way he was standing to get more of his cock into Tim's mouth. He leaned forward, hands on Chris' shoulders letting Tim take most of his cock.
Chris was mouthing a string of sounds that might have been words once, riding Tim's cock and fisting his own, even though he'd only just come. Jeff's cock was thick and hot and Tim could taste the start of pre-come, adjusting his pace a little and thrusting his hips up to meet Chris.
He'd lost track of Misha, but found him again when his hand snaked between Jeff's legs to squeeze his balls, tipping Jeff over the edge. Chris tightened his ass around Tim, and that with the taste of Jeff and Misha's hand tangling now in his hair was enough for him.
For a long moment no one moved, and Chris was first falling off to lay along Tim's side. Jeff stepped back and Tim rolled toward Chris instinctively. "Who wants popcorn?" Misha asked suddenly, heading out of the bedroom stark naked. Chris started to laugh and tugged on Tim, until they were laying flush together. "You good?"
Tim kissed at the corner of his mouth and nodded. "No big deal, right?"
Jeff joined them, laying out on Tim's other side, pillowing his head on his arm. "Almost even easy."
Tim raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't say easy, but then again, he was laying naked beside a man he'd only met a few hours before….after sucking him off…after watching him get sucked off by Tim's partner…after getting sucked off by his partner. Nothing in that was easy. It was all complicated and messy…but at the moment, he was just a little bit past caring, sated and warm between them. "No big deal," he murmured softly.
Title: No Big Deal
Pairing/Characters: Chris Kane/Timothy Hutton, Misha Collins/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, implied Jared/Jensen, Tim/Misha, Jeff/Chris, Chris/Tim/Misha, Chris/Tim/Jeff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared and Jensen arrange a night out with their friends...only things don't go as planned. Misha decides to take matters into his own hands, but gets more than he bargained for. Sex of many shapes and sizes follows.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for the generous, and patient,
katzb101. Hope you enjoy it!Chris told him it was no big deal, just a night out with the guys. They were supposed to meet up at the fight and grab drinks and a late dinner after. Simple. Easy. No big deal.
Except that these weren't just any guys. They were friends of Christian's. More than that, they were friends of Christian's that knew.
Which kind of was a big deal. For him anyway.
Because he wasn't used to people knowing. Not about this.
Truth be told, he wasn't really used to this. Not really.
In the beginning, this hadn't been this at all. It had been like any other of the flings he'd had with guys in his past. He'd never expected it to become…well, a relationship. Complete with discussions about how to make the distance thing work now that shooting had wrapped for the season.
Because Chris was an LA/Oklahoma/Nashville guy. And Tim? Well, he was in New York City when he wasn't working. Except that right now, he was in LA and largely living out of a suitcase stashed in the spare bedroom in Steve's apartment.
And that was weird enough, because he was painfully aware of the history between Chris and Steve.
There was a chuckle behind him and Tim turned, just as Chris pushed himself off the doorjamb and slid his hands around Tim's waist. "You worry too much." Warm lips and rough scruff played along the back of his neck and Chris brought his hands up to undo the tie Tim had just finished tying. "No ties. I told you, casual."
"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Tim asked, turning in the circle of Chris' arms and chasing after his mouth to steal a kiss.
"Because I'm irresistible." Chris grinned and stepped back. "Besides, it isn't like you don't know Jensen and Jared. You had fun the last time they came down to Portland for the weekend."
"That was different." That was before they knew. Okay, so they maybe suspected, because Chris didn't understand the concept of personal space when he was with someone and he hadn't been able to keep his hands off Tim the whole night.
"You'll like Jeff." Chris sat on the bed and watched him look for his shoes. "And Misha…well…he takes some getting used to."
"And…Jeff and Misha are…" Tim turned to watch Chris roll his eyes.
"Jeff and Misha are…Jeff and Misha." Chris responded. "They aren't a couple in the traditional sense. But then again, I don't think Misha does anything that's traditional."
"But they're together." Tim frowned at him.
"They fuck, if that's what you're asking." Chris confirmed, tugging on Tim's hand. "And they're kinky." He pulled Tim in until he was leaning against Chris. "They like to play games." Chris let his hands slide up Tim's thighs, framing his groin as he leaned forward to press kisses along the hem of his shirt.
"You know what you need?" Chris' mouth found its way up under the shirt, his lips soothing along tender skin, his tongue flicking over Tim's navel. The combination of rough voice, hot breath and his tongue had his body thinking that it knew what he wanted. "A pre-date blow job. Ease off some of that stress."
"I just got dressed." Tim protested, though it was mostly for show, because they both knew he wouldn't say no…not with Chris' mouth already on his skin.
"We got time. Jensen and Jared haven't even landed yet." His hands were on Tim's fly, inside his pants, and before Tim could say another word, Chris slid his tongue over his cock, short circuiting his ability to make words come from his mouth.
Chris chuckled around his cock when Tim moaned and reached for him. He pulled back just enough to shake his head. "No hands." Chris let go of Tim's pants, his hands taking Tim's, their fingers sliding together and then Chris pulled them out away from them before his mouth opened and he took Tim in again.
Tim shifted, his pants falling to his ankles as he tried to find a way to control the pace, but Chris just shifted with him, his head bobbing up and down quickly, then slowing, sucking in deep and hard, making Tim sway on his feet.
Blue eyes glittered with mischief as they looked up at him. Chris licked his way up Tim's cock, then closed his mouth over just the tip. Tim hissed as Chris sucked, his tongue playing at the tender spot just under the head. He tried to pull away as he started to come, but Chris just sucked harder, pulling more of his cock into his mouth, swallowing as Tim came.
Chris let him go with a pop, grinning up at him. "Better?"
He was a little more relaxed, he had to admit. "The blue shirt would be better."
"You do plan on letting me up some time tonight, right?" Misha asked, his voice rough from the deep throating at an awkward angle.
"I don't know." Jeff responded. "Do you promise you won't make Tim uncomfortable tonight?"
"Define uncomfortable." Misha responded, his eyes narrowing in Jeff's direction.
Jeff brought the warm washcloth over and leaned in to wipe Misha's stomach before taking his mouth. "You know what I mean." Jeff said as he pulled away, his voice a little dark. He tossed the washcloth toward the hamper. "It's his first time. Take it easy on him."
Misha pulled on the restraints that held him to the bed in annoyance. Jeff rarely left him restrained after their scene had played out, but he was trying to make a bit of a point. The problem was, with Misha, he wasn't sure the point was coming across…mostly because Misha didn't want it to come across.
He'd already made up his mind when Jensen had invited them out for this little get together, that he was going to find a way to convince Timothy Hutton that the best ending to a night of legalized violence, alcohol and food was absolute debauchery…or at the very least, partner swapping.
"It's not like I plan on raping the man in the bathroom." Misha said, then stopped and cocked his head, his eyes very clearly expressing the fact that the image of doing exactly that had filled his brain. "You know…unless he wants me too. Come on, let me up."
Jeff kind of wanted to leave him there while he went to shower and get dressed, but he knew that all it would lead to would be Misha screaming obscenities at him until he finally let him up. Well…unless he gagged him first. Jeff raised an eyebrow at the thought, watching as Misha tried to figure out what Jeff was thinking.
"Oh, not on your life, or I'm keeping both Tim and Chris for myself. And you know Jensen and Jared don't share."
Jeff rolled his eyes and moved in to undo the restraints on Misha's ankles first, then reaching over him to undo his hands. Misha immediately grabbed him and rolled, pulling Jeff off his feet and pressing him into the mattress. "And next time, I get to top."
He kissed Jeff, all wet and messy before climbing over him, dragging his cock over Jeff's face as he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night, and no matter how wierded out Tim was, it wasn't going to end until Misha got what he wanted.
The sidewalks outside the arena were already crowded when the cab dropped them off. Chris tugged on the knit hat covering his hair and adjusted his jacket as Tim paid the cabbie. He scanned the faces around them, mostly figuring he'd see Jared's head towering over everyone around him.
"The tickets are at will-call." Chris said as Tim joined him, gesturing with his chin toward the window.
"Where are we supposed to meet them?"
"Jensen didn't say." Chris took another sweep of the area, just as his phone buzzed for attention. He flipped it open and held it to his ear. "Where are you?"
Jensen sounded stressed out and tense. "Still in San Francisco."
"What?"
"I don't know. Something to do with the plane, they jerked us around for more than an hour before Jared got bitchy and we're finally on a different flight, but it doesn't leave for another forty five minutes."
Chris could hear Jared muttering in the background. "Jared got bitchy?"
"Yeah, well…I may have promised him something special when we got to LA." Jensen said, some of the tension draining from his voice. It was replaced with amusement. "And he really wants to collect."
"Christian Fucking Kane."
"That sounds like Misha." Jensen said in his ear as Chris turned to find Misha and Jeff approaching.
"Yeah, looks like the gang's all here." Chris said, tugging on Tim's elbow to pull him closer as people on the sidewalk started to notice them.
"I already called the ticket office. Gave them you're name. Have fun."
"Call when you get in, okay?"
"Yeah, maybe we'll still make dinner."
Chris hung up the phone and let Jeff yank him into a hug. "That was Jensen. He and Jared got hung up in San Francisco. They're going to try to make dinner."
"I told them to fly in earlier." Misha said, though his eyes never left Tim, who was back to looking uncomfortable.
Chris cleared his throat. "Jeff, Misha, this is Tim. Tim, the guys."
Tim managed a smile and stuck out his hand, first to Jeff, who shook it with a warm smile. "Heard a lot about you. Glad we could meet."
"Very glad." Misha said, smirking as he took Tim's hand from Jeff.
Chris rescued Tim's hand from Misha with a look, then dropped it, remembering they were in public. "Well, why don't we go get our tickets then?"
Misha couldn't care less about the fight. He wasn't there for the fight. The fight was just…foreplay. Something to get the blood pumping, put the guys in the right frame of mind.
That was something he could get behind.
He maneuvered his way into sitting between Tim and Jeff as they took their seats. He could tell he made the man nervous, and for his purposes, that was just fine. It would play well into his plans for later.
Chris garnered Tim's attention early on, talking about the fight, and the fighters. Misha sat back, watching the two of them and biding his time. "We need beer." Misha said when there was a lull in the conversation and they still had at least twenty minutes before the first bout.
"I'll get it." Jeff offered, standing and giving Misha a look he chose to ignore. "Chris, why don't you come help."
Chris leaned in to whisper in Tim's ear. "You let me know if you can't handle him." He peered around Tim into Misha's face. "Behave."
Misha donned his best innocent expression. "Of course. Perfect gentleman."
He waited until they were half way up the aisle before he turned in his seat, sliding an arm casually over the back of Tim's seat. "So…Timothy…tell me something about you I can't find out on the internet."
"You know, Chris warned me about you." Tim responded, crossing his arms.
"Me? I'm harmless. Really."
Tim's eyes narrowed. "I've read your Twitter. You can't expect me to believe anything you tell me."
"Everyone reads my Twitter." Misha shrugged as if it were nothing. "I've read yours. You really need to loosen up."
"You've read my Twitter?" He seemed surprised.
"You and all your adorable little Leverage friends…quite cute they are." He pulled his arm back and turned to face the ring. "That John Rogers is sure a tease.
"I'll tell him you think so." Tim shifted in his seat, looking over his shoulder for Chris and Jeff. "So that's it? I need to loosen up and Rogers is a tease?"
Misha nodded. "Were you expecting something more?"
"Well, yeah, actually. I was expecting the full court press. Where are the come on lines and the innuendos and the rest?"
Misha grinned. "I promised I'd be a gentleman. This is me, being a gentleman."
"Huh." Tim sat back and after a moment of staring at Misha, turned his eyes to the ring.
Now that he was comfortable, Misha could really start working on him. "So…you and Chris? Wouldn't have picked that."
"What?" Tim turned a frown to him.
"I mean, if I were going to pick someone Chris would hook up with, it'd be someone…else." He winked at Tim. "Him and Jeff? Now that would be hot as all get out."
Tim's frown deepened. "You've thought about this?"
"What? You haven't? Just look at him…all that hair…Jeff's a puller. He loves to get his hands in a head of hair. I can just about hear Chris growling up at him."
Tim's face was a little pink as Jeff and Chris re-joined them. Misha counted it a victory and sat back with his beer, smirking as Chris glared at him. "Perfect gentleman." Misha said. "I didn't lay a hand on him."
"Drink your beer." Jeff said as he dropped into the seat next to him. "And don't cause trouble."
"I am the epitome of innocence." Misha deadpanned, eyes firmly on the ring as an announcer climbed through the ropes.
Jeff just stared at him for the next few minutes, finally looking away when the first fighters entered the ring.
Somehow, Misha imagined that Jeff was skeptical of the truth of his statement.
The big fight was over and the beer had settled in his bladder, so Tim was among the first to exit the arena, promising Chris he'd meet them out front. There was a bit of a line by the time he got there, and he stood his place in line, hat pulled low over his eyes.
Someone bumped into him as he reached the door, and Tim was less than surprised to find Misha crowding into his space. "Decided I needed to go too." Misha said as explanation.
The guy behind them grumbled, but Misha just grinned at him and put his head on Tim's shoulder.
The line moved and Time stepped forward, dropping Misha's head as he moved. He stepped up to the first open urinal and unzipped. Misha leaned on the wall between urinals, openly watching him.
"I thought you had to go." Tim said without looking up.
"I lied. I just wanted to get a good look. So I know what to expect." Misha looked away as Tim tucked back in and moved to wash his hands. "Besides, wouldn't want you getting lost in the crowds."
"I'm pretty sure I can find my way out." Tim had to chuckle at the men staring at them as they headed out of the bathroom. Misha certainly knew how to make people uncomfortable.
Chris and Jeff were on the sidewalk, a cab waiting beside them. "There you are." Chris looked at Tim, then Misha, then back. "Everything okay?"
"Of course. Shall we head to dinner?" Tim figured maybe if he could just stay a step ahead of Misha for the remainder of the evening, he might escape with his dignity intact.
Jeff made for the front seat of the cab, while Chris held the door of the back seat. Tim climbed in as Misha circled around and got in on the other side, which left Tim in the middle. Chris got in as Jeff was giving the driver directions. Before they'd even pulled from the curb, Tim had Chris' hand on his right thigh and Misha's on his left.
He looked at Misha's hand, then up at him. Misha blinked, fought down a smirk and pulled his hand away. "Oh, sorry."
Tim glanced at Chris, then deliberately put his own hand on Misha's thigh, higher up than his had been. "Keep it up, and you might be." Tim said quietly.
Beside him, Chris choked on a laugh. "I may have been wrong." Chris whispered in his ear. "Maybe you can handle him just fine."
Misha responded with a raised eyebrow and he might have done more, but Jeff cleared his throat and looked over the seat at him, then at the driver. Tim pulled his hand away with his own raised eyebrow, and turned his attention to Chris, who was pulling out his phone. "Any word?"
"Voice mail." Chris responded, touching a button and holding the phone up to his ear. Tim watched his face, a slow smirk growing. "They're at the restaurant, but Jared's 'sleepy'." Chris made little air quotes as he closed the phone.
Jeff snorted and shook his head as they pulled to a stop. He paid the cab driver as they piled out of the car. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"It probably means Jensen's had him sitting on a butt plug since they left Vancouver." Misha offered with a smile, opening the door and holding it for the others.
Chris was the first to spot them, waving the hostess off as Jared waved them over. "He doesn't look like a man with something shoved up his ass." Chris said as they crossed the room.
Jensen and Jared stood to greet them, all smiles and hugs and Tim relaxed a little more. Chris had been right about liking them. They were good guys, fun to hang out with. He waited until Misha was sitting, then choice a spot on the other side of the table, next to Jared. Chris sat beside him.
"Already harassing the poor man?" Jensen asked Misha as the waiter brought them water.
"I am the epitome of innocence." Misha responded, echoing his earlier statement. Jensen didn't look like he believed Misha anymore than the rest of them.
"Which explains why you didn't actually grab my dick in the bathroom, just stared at it." Tim said, his voice conversational as if discussing the menu.
Jared choked on his water and Misha raised both eyebrows. "Uh oh, Misha." Jensen said. "Looks like Tim's already got you figured."
"This calls for more alcohol." Misha lifted a hand to call their waiter back. "Shots? Tequila?"
"Whiskey." Tim countered, looking up at the water. "Neat."
"Jack, bring the bottle." Chris countered. "And beer. Whatever's on tap."
"Beer all around." Jeff amended.
"Nice, you still order for everyone without asking." Jared tossed an ice cube out of his water glass at Jeff, hitting him in the chest.
"I thought you were 'sleepy'." Jeff countered, complete with air quotes.
Jared rolled his eyes, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. "I am. It's been a long day…and I have to be up early."
"So it has nothing to do with whatever Jensen promised you?" Chris asked with a smirk.
Jared turned to look at Jensen, his eyes wide. "What did you tell him?"
Jensen laughed. "Nothing." He held up both hands. "Just…you know that you bitched at the airport guy because you couldn't wait to get me alone."
Jared turned a little pinker around the edges, but the waiter chose that moment to show up with their drinks, sparing him any further embarrassment. Chris raised his shot. "Cheers."
Tim echoed him and downed his shot, letting it burn down into him. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy the evening a whole lot more with a few of these in him.
Jared changed the subject by picking up his menu and declaring that he wanted the ribeye with a baked potato. Everyone else scrambled to look at menus and order while the waiter was still there.
Tim ordered, then sat back with his beer, his eyes skimming around the table. Some of the tension had slipped away and he relaxed, sliding an arm around the back of Chris' chair.
Talk turned once the waiter was gone, to the fight, and from that to work, projects that were lining up for each of them. The whiskey was poured again as dinner arrived and Tim lifted his glass alongside the others. He could feel eyes and looked up to find Misha watching him, something of a challenge in the expression on his face.
Tim raised an eyebrow and hid the smirk behind his shot. At least now the man wasn't quite as arrogant. That was a step up from earlier. It wasn't even that he was dead set against whatever it was Misha had in mind, it was more a matter of not wanting Misha to think he was just going to get his way just because he was fucking Misha Collins, or whatever.
Jared was actually yawning before they were three quarters through dinner. His last shot still sitting next to his beer as he sat back and rubbed his eyes. Chris let his hand slide onto Tim's thigh under the table, caressing lightly. Tim turned to look at him. His lips were red, like he'd been chewing on them and it made Tim want to bite on them too. Chris leaned in, his voice a low growl in his ear.
"All I can think about is watching you shove him into the wall." Chris' eyes flicked to Misha and back and Tim could feel himself harden just a little. Fingers tightened on his thigh. They hadn't ever played with anyone else, this relationship between them was only a few months old and work being their priority. They had talked about it some, especially once Chris knew that they'd be meeting up with Misha and Jeff. "You know what it does to me when you take control."
Across the table, Misha leaned in to whisper in Jeff's ear, bringing an evil smirk to Jeff's face. Chris slid his hand further up Tim's thigh, sliding it down between his legs and pressing in against his cock.
"Obviously, this is the part where the propositioning starts." Jensen said, draining the last of his beer. He glanced aside at Jared who looked like he was half asleep. "And I should get sleeping beauty here to a bed before I have to carry his giant ass."
Jeff raised a hand to wave down their check and Jared yawned again. "Sorry."
"We've all been there." Tim said, standing to get away from the hand that Chris was using to torment him. "Late nights, early mornings, travel."
"Not to mention a boyfriend who promises to ravish you as soon as you're behind closed doors." Misha said, his voice dropped so it wouldn't carry.
"Right, like you don't plan to do some ravishing of your own." Jared countered as he too stood. He shook his head. "Don't let him have all the fun." Jared held out his hand to Tim.
Tim smiled and shook his hand. "Oh, don't worry. I don't intend to."
A half hour later, Tim was feeling the buzz of the alcohol as they stood outside waiting for a cab. Jeff crowded in between him and Chris, his eyes narrowed. "My place?"
Chris looked at Tim. "We don't have to, if you don't want to." Chris said, though something in his voice hinted that he really did want to.
Misha joined them, head cocked to the side as they all looked at Tim. He'd probably regret it later. "Yeah, okay." Chris grinned at him and Jeff clapped him on the shoulder like he'd just agreed to some game.
And, judging from Misha's response, Tim guessed that was pretty close to accurate. He jumped for the cab as it pulled up, not even waiting for it to come to a complete stop before he was opening the door.
Tim slid across the seat, with Chris following him. Misha crowded in as Jeff sat beside the driver and gave him the address. Chris pressed in against him, turning so that his back was to Misha, his voice low in Tim's ear. "I don't want you to feel pressured, okay? I mean…god, I'd love to see you…watch you with him…but you tell me if you're uncomfortable."
Tim turned his head, brushing his lips over a stubbled cheek as he moved his mouth to Chris' ear. "The only thing uncomfortable is my cock in these jeans. I'm a big boy, Chris. I think I can handle this."
Chris dropped his hand into Tim's lap, chuckling as he found him hard. If not for the driver, Tim might have kissed him then, hand in his hair, dragging him closer…but there was the driver and they were still in public.
Jeff cleared his throat and Chris sat back, winking at Jeff.
It seemed to take forever to get there, now that Tim was horny and wanting to strip Chris naked. His head filled with the image Misha had fed him…Jeff's hand in Chris' hair, shoving Chris to his knees. Chris wasn't one who gave up control, as much as one who challenged his partner to try to take it. Somehow Tim believed that Jeff was one man who could. And damn if that didn't just make his cock all the harder.
"Shit." Tim hissed as the cab finally stopped. For a moment, he wasn't sure he could actually stand up. He opened the door, pressing a hand in against his groin, breathing out slowly and willing his hard on to subside just a little. Chris' hands on his ass didn't help the situation, though they did push him out of the car. Jeff and Misha were already half way up the walk by the time Chris and Tim were out of the cab.
"Getting a head start?" Chris asked, eyes sparkling as he headed up the walk.
Tim followed once he'd adjusted himself enough that it wasn't painful. "You know exactly where my head is." Chris smirked and bounded up the steps. A hand reached through the door and pulled Tim in, while another pair of hands shoved the door closed.
Misha was against the door, Chris pushing Tim toward him. Tim glanced aside at Chris, wondering where Jeff had gone, but Misha was pulling at him and Tim reached out too, sliding one hand along, Misha's face, around his neck. He held him in place while he moved closer, tilting his face and pressing his lips to Misha's, unsurprised when his mouth fell open without resistance, his tongue eager, his hands falling to Tim's hips, pulling him in.
Hands slid up his back, around his sides, fingers worked at buttons, opening his shirt. Misha's hands joined in and then pushed Tim back into Chris to pull the shirt off completely. Misha worked his own shirt up and off as Tim reached behind him to drag Chris in, both hands on his face, mouths open in a messy kiss. Misha's hands circled Tim's waist, working at his belt.
Jeff came back into view, a bottle and a shot glass in hand. He filled the shot glass and stepped in beside them, lifting it to Tim's mouth. He poured the whiskey in and Tim swallowed. He moved to Misha, then Chris and by the time he'd put the bottle and glass down, Tim was stepping out of his pants, his cock tenting his underwear, his face flushed.
Tim licked his lips and reached one hand for Jeff, dragging him closer and pulling his face in to kiss. Beside him, Chris moaned. Tim used the hand in Chris' hair and the one on Jeff's head to push them at one another before turning back to Misha. "Lose the pants." Tim growled before taking Misha's mouth again. He could feel Misha's hands working his jeans off, then pressed him into the door, rubbing a thigh against Misha's hardening cock.
"And here I thought I was going to have to seduce you." Misha said as Tim broke the kiss.
"You shouldn't think so much." Tim responded, his hand moving to circle Misha's cock through his boxers. "Get you in trouble some day."
The sound of Chris whimpering pulled at his attention, and Misha helped by turning Tim's head as Jeff and Chris crashed together, hands and mouths and bodies colliding in a frantic rush that was as much a fight for dominance as it was a kiss. Clothing was torn, curses whispered. Chris ended up with his back against the wall, Jeff pressing into him.
"Told you…hot as fuck." Misha whispered in Tim's ear.
Jeff's hands pulled at the shirt Chris was wearing, tearing it open before he got a fistful of his hair, pulling his head to the side to nip at his jaw line. It was Tim's turn to moan as Chris looked at him, eyes blown with lust, mouth open. Jeff growled and pushed Chris down, and to Tim's surprise Chris went to his knees. His hands went to Jeff's belt, opening his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He looked up at Tim one more time, then opened his mouth and took the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth.
Tim's own cock twitched in echo, knowing the feeling of that mouth all too well. "Looks like they're winning." Misha said, his hand finding Tim's cock.
"Didn't know it was a race." Tim answered, though he was ready for this to go to the next step. He moved them so he was the one with his back to the door, better to watch Jeff and Chris, and he reached for Misha again, kissing him wet and messy before pushing him down. Misha didn't require much encouraging, his hands pulling Tim's underwear down and his lips circling his cock almost before he was completely down.
Jeff's fist hit the wall, making Tim look. Chris was leaning back against the wall, Jeff's cock thrusting into him. His eyes were closed, his face flushed. Tim wanted to taste him, the salty warm of Chris' mouth after having it filled with cock such a turn on that Tim almost came from just the thought alone. Of course, it was being helped by the way Misha's mouth was working over him, sucking him in deep, tongue flat along the underside, then sliding it out and licking over the tip before taking it in deep yet again.
Muffled curses followed more banging on the wall, then a long, low groan as Jeff came. Misha reached a hand up under his chin, cupping, then slowly squeezing Tim's balls as he sucked and Tim let go, flooding Misha's mouth with a grunt.
Both Jeff and Tim were panting as Misha rocked back onto his heels and Jeff stepped back from Chris.
"Lube." Misha said suddenly, standing up. "We're going to need lube."
He disappeared down the hallway as Chris climbed to his feet and Jeff went for the bottle again. Tim beckoned Chris to him, one finger crooked. Chris came, licking those lips as if he knew what Tim wanted. "Fucking hot." Tim murmured as he kissed him, licking at his lips and into his mouth, chasing the heat of come over his tongue.
Chris was hard, his jeans still on, his cock trapped inside. "Want to fuck you so bad." Chris whispered into Tim's neck, his lips trailing over skin, onto his collarbone. "Want them to watch."
Jeff was there, shot glass filled to the brim, lifting it. Chris leaned back so his head was on Jeff's chest, his mouth open to receive the offering. Jeff poured it into his mouth, spilling some down his chin. Tim leaned in and lapped it up, licking up Chris' neck as he swallowed. Jeff lifted the glass again, this time to Tim's mouth.
He knew he should probably start turning it down, he was pretty fucking buzzed already and he was going to pay for it in the morning, but instead he just opened his mouth and swallowed it down. Chris sucked at his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and Tim felt his cock twitch.
Jeff's mouth replaced the shot glass, his kiss all heat and whiskey and more than a little possessive. "Bedroom." Jeff growled, walking away without looking back.
Misha was on the bed when they arrived, naked, his cock shiny with lube. "What took you so long?" He held up the bottle, tossing it to Chris when he raised his hand for it.
Chris used a hand on his hip to guide Tim toward the bed. "On your back." Chris murmured when Tim glanced at him. "I want to see your eyes."
Tim laid back across the end of the bed, glancing up a little self consciously at their audience. Misha was sitting against the head board while Jeff finished undressing. He came to stand behind Chris once he was naked, helping Chris out of his own clothes. Misha handed him a pillow and Tim licked his lips, suddenly nervous again. It was one thing to play…but this was putting on a show.
Chris leaned in to kiss the inside of his thighs, guiding Tim's legs open once Tim had shoved the pillow under his ass to help his position. Hands slick with lube caressed his balls, then under, one finger sliding into him fast. Tim tried to relax as Chris worked him open, watching as Jeff slid a hand down Chris' back.
It took him a minute to realize that Jeff was doing to Chris exactly what Chris was doing to Tim and holy fuck that was somehow hotter than the whole blowjob thing. Tim's legs fell open a little further as Chris slipped in a third finger, pressing against him. He glanced up at Misha who was fisting his cock as he watched.
Chris pulled his hand away and stepped in closer, lining up his cock. Behind Chris, Jeff stepped away, watching as Chris pushed into Tim. Chris pulled one of Tim's legs up, leaning it on his shoulder as he altered his angle and thrust in. Tim exhaled the breath he'd been holding, his hands fisting in the comforter as Chris nailed his prostate in his first thrust.
"Fuck."
Chris grinned down at him. "Exactly." He pulled out, then pushed back in, all slow and control and making Tim want anything but slow and controlled.
Jeff was back behind Chris and when Tim looked up at him, Jeff grinned, holding up a fake cock that was thick and long and slick with lube. Chris stiffened as he felt it, his eyes closing, his movement stopping all together for a few seconds as Jeff worked the cock in.
When Chris opened his eyes again, they were dark and needy and his pace increased, thrusting into Tim almost wildly as Jeff worked the fake cock inside him. Chris wasn't going to last long, judging by the stuttering of his hips.
Jeff pushed in a particularly hard thrust and Chris cursed, coming without warning inside Tim. Jeff kept working the cock into him as Chris fell forward, gasping, his cock still mostly hard inside Tim.
Tim felt the bed move, Chris rolling to the mattress where Misha's legs had just been. He looked up as Misha grabbed Tim's cock, which was well on it's way to wanting more. Slick fingers slid over the skin, making it harden a little more. Chris was on his stomach beside him.
Misha kept working Tim's cock, even as he encouraged Tim to move. Jeff pulled the dildo out of Chris, leaving him open and slick. It took second for Tim to realize Misha was prepping him to fuck Chris, but when he figured it out, he tossed one leg over him, guiding his now hard cock into Chris. Misha wasn't done there, though.
As soon as Tim was inside Chris, he felt Misha's hands on his ass, his fingers moving through come, then his cock was there, pressing into Tim. The first few thrusts were awkward before Tim figured out Misha's timing and used it to his advantage, let it push him down into Chris.
Chris shifted under him, getting a knee up under himself to lift up and tilt his hips to take Tim all the deeper. Jeff leaned over the bed, hand in Tim's hair, pulling him up for a kiss before moving to do the same to Chris. Then he was holding Chris by the hair again, guiding his mouth to Jeff's hardening cock. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the obscene noises Chris' mouth was making.
Sweat slicked Chis' back and slid down Tim's face, the alcohol and the sex combining to heat him up from the inside out. Misha's hand slid up Tim's back into his hair, pulling him back as Misha grunted, thrusting up into Tim twice fast before he came.
He pulled out, letting come drip out of Tim and pushing Tim back onto Chris, who was up on both knees now, really working at Jeff's cock. Jeff pulled back on Chris' hair. He gestured at Tim, reaching for him with the other hand and drawing him close. Tim looked from Jeff's cock, to Chris' red lips, then up at Jeff.
Tim quirked a smile and rolled onto his back, his head off the side of the bed, his hands guiding Jeff's cock toward his mouth. He nudged Chris with a knee and held his breath as Chris climbed over him, holding Tim's cock as he sank down onto it. Jeff cursed under his breath as he changed the way he was standing to get more of his cock into Tim's mouth. He leaned forward, hands on Chris' shoulders letting Tim take most of his cock.
Chris was mouthing a string of sounds that might have been words once, riding Tim's cock and fisting his own, even though he'd only just come. Jeff's cock was thick and hot and Tim could taste the start of pre-come, adjusting his pace a little and thrusting his hips up to meet Chris.
He'd lost track of Misha, but found him again when his hand snaked between Jeff's legs to squeeze his balls, tipping Jeff over the edge. Chris tightened his ass around Tim, and that with the taste of Jeff and Misha's hand tangling now in his hair was enough for him.
For a long moment no one moved, and Chris was first falling off to lay along Tim's side. Jeff stepped back and Tim rolled toward Chris instinctively. "Who wants popcorn?" Misha asked suddenly, heading out of the bedroom stark naked. Chris started to laugh and tugged on Tim, until they were laying flush together. "You good?"
Tim kissed at the corner of his mouth and nodded. "No big deal, right?"
Jeff joined them, laying out on Tim's other side, pillowing his head on his arm. "Almost even easy."
Tim raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't say easy, but then again, he was laying naked beside a man he'd only met a few hours before….after sucking him off…after watching him get sucked off by Tim's partner…after getting sucked off by his partner. Nothing in that was easy. It was all complicated and messy…but at the moment, he was just a little bit past caring, sated and warm between them. "No big deal," he murmured softly.
