A/N: Somehow I just can't believe that there isn't more OT4 work in the After Hours fandom. Being a sucker for group sex that I am, I couldn't resist throwing this into the universe. Slightly silly, hopefully sexy? Just a small reminder that this is not RPF, but very firmly set in the alternate universe created within After Hours.
They don't usually do this. Usually, the diner is the final destination, and then they each go home immediately after. (Well, except maybe Michael. Dan didn't think he wanted to know the odd stuff Michael got up too late at night.)
But for some reason that Daniel couldn't yet fathom, Soren had invited them over to his place for some drinks. For some other reason that Daniel couldn't yet fathom, he had agreed.
Which brought him to their second bottle of wine, and Katie sitting with her back leaning against the arm of the sofa next to him, her feet tucked under his thigh.
Michael was in the midst of telling some ridiculous story about his time in college, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Dan and Katie while Soren posed dashingly on the cushion next to them.
Soren always did everything dashingly. It was a perk of being a beautiful person, Dan supposed.
"...and then we stuck a firework in it and heaved it over the side of the roof," Michael reenacted enthusiastically, "BOOM!"
Soren reached for the wine glass in Michael's hand as he waved it about in his dramatic reenactment, "Michael, I swear to God, I will kill you if you spill red wine on my carpet."
For once, Michael looked apologetic, "That would be a horrible waste of wine, of course I wouldn't."
Begrudgingly, Soren released the glass, and Michael cupped it in his long hands like a child with a sippy cup.
"Michael, I'm seriously surprised that you never got expelled," Daniel sighed, frowning at him.
"Pft," Michael waved, "They can only expel you if they catch you. I was too brilliant for that."
"I don't think I'd say 'brilliant'," Katie chortled, taking another sip of wine, "More like 'diabolical.'"
"I'll take it!" Michael grinned triumphantly, pointing a finger gun at Katie and clicking his tongue with a wink. She rolled her eyes.
"What about you, Dan?" Soren asked, leaning over to retrieve the wine bottle from the floor and pouring himself some more.
"What about me?" Dan questioned with raised eyebrows as Soren refilled his glass as well.
"You were a bartender," he shrugged, sighing loudly as Michael and Katie both held out their glasses too, with school-children-innocent smiles on their faces, "You must have some weird and crazy stories."
"Yay!" Michael interrupted as Soren begrudgingly topped off his wine.
Dan shrugged, "I guess. More of me watching other people have weird and crazy stories as I supplied the alcohol to make it happen."
"Well that's something," Katie reached over and patted his chest, "Tell us about one."
"Well, I mean..." Dan's eyes slid from one expected face to another, "Some drunk basketball player trying to steal the Jukebox once."
Silence.
"...and?" Michael prompted.
"And, I dunno, I stopped him. He was hammered, it was like talking to a very tall three-year-old."
"Dan," Soren said seriously, "You've written a novella. You're a writer for the internet. There are comedy sketches and full length videos on YouTube right now that you have personally scripted. And when asked to tell your friends a story about an experience you had in college... you give them that?"
Dan felt his face flush.
"I didn't realize I was being critiqued," Dan grumbled, occupying himself with a gulp of wine.
"Life is a revolving door of judgement, Daniel," Soren smiled, and Dan frowned.
"Fine, you tell one," he said with a sulk, taking another swallow of wine.
"Sure," Soren grinned wider, "Do you want to hear about the time I had an orgy with a sorority of cheerleaders or the time I snuck into the dentistry building to get high on laughing gas and fuck a girl in a lab coat?"
"Jesus," Dan pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated head shake, "Grossly sexual stories are usually Michael's schtick Soren, not yours."
"Michael's just more open to talking about them in public, and in a voice entirely too loud to ever be appropriate," Soren justified.
"Thaaaaaat's me!" Michael said with a stupid grin, and Soren raised one hand in Michael's direction in a "my point exactly" gesture.
"I think we've hit that point in our friendship," Katie spoke up with a little shrug, "We're grownups, we can tell some sexy stories."
"Guys, you have no idea how long I've waited for this day," Michael practically shouted, looking more like an overexcited puppy with his tail wagging than a six-foot-three grown man, "I've been dying to tell you guys about how I had an orgy with the Pussycat Dolls after I snuck backstage-"
"I think Dan should go first," Katie interrupted him with a glare, and Daniel felt the color drain out of his face.
"Me?" he squeaked, looking at Katie, "Why me? Soren offered-"
"Because you cheated with that lame-ass story about the drunk basketball player," Soren interjected, "You need to make up for that before you're worthy of hearing my tales of greatness."
"Guys, come on, don't do this to me," Daniel begged, the color returning to his face to turn it bright red, "Please."
"Oh come on, Daniel," Michael encouraged, scooting a little closer on the floor and patting Dan's knee, "Safe space, man. We won't tell."
"Exactly," Soren agreed, then smirked, "Tease you a little, maybe, but not run and tell your secrets to anyone."
Dan looked at each of them in turn, terrified of their keen interest.
"I- I-" he stammered, then took several desperate swallows of wine.
"I- damnit! Fine!" Dan finally burst out, "Just stop looking at me like that!"
Soren smirked, and Katie sipped her wine with an amused grin. Michael was still watching him with eerie laser-focus from his spot on the floor, but Dan was mostly used to that.
"Fine, fine," Dan repeated, thinking.
He had no hope of matching any of them in caliber of story, but he would do his best.
"Okay. Right. Well, I guess there was the one time I... you know... at the bar where I worked."
"You sly dog!" Michael crowed, and Soren kicked him.
"Shut up. You were saying, Daniel?"
"Well, I mean... well, she was the other bartender, and it had been a slow night, so we had just been bullshitting and stuff for a while. Finally we closed, and next thing I know, she's pulling me into the storeroom and unbuckling my pants. To this day I have no idea why she decided to have sex with me that night, but at the time I wasn't questioning it."
Michael snorted, but Dan continued anyway.
"God, she had amazing breasts," Dan recalled, thinking back and losing himself in the memory a little bit, "they were huge, she always got awesome tips at the bar. We broke three bottles of liquor back there. And nearly broke my glasses. She pushed me to the ground and rode my face like I was a goddamn pony."
Dan stared off into the distance, glassy-eyed and flushed, "I think that was the first time I got a girl off, it was so hot she hardly had to touch me to get me off too."
He came back to himself suddenly, to find three pairs of eyes staring at him intently.
The embarrassed flush rushed back to his face and he shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat.
"So yeah, anyway... that's it," he finished lamely with a shrug.
"Anyone else super turned on right now?" Michael asked suddenly, and Dan closed his eyes in embarrassment.
"Actually... yeah," Katie said thoughtfully, and Dan's eyes snapped open in surprise.
"Now that you mention it," Soren murmured, shifting in his seat.
"Can we?" Katie asked uncertainly, and all eyes shifted to her.
"What, like, all of us?" Dan asked, his voice coming out as more of a squeak than a voice.
She bit her lip, "Well... yeah."
"I'm down!" Michael was the first to volunteer, raising his hand with an almost manic look of excitement on his face.
"Of course you are," Dan said, and he looked desperately at Soren, hoping for him to be the voice of reason.
Instead, Soren just looked thoughtful.
"Soren?" Dan prompted, and Soren looked at him piercingly.
"Try anything once right?" Soren shrugged, and Dan blinked stupidly.
"I- is this really happening?" Dan breathed, looking from one friend to the next, "Are we really going to do this?"
"Damn right we are!" Michael smiled, and Katie laid a gentle hand on Dan's arm.
"You can say no, Daniel," she said gently, thumb stroking sweetly against his skin. Daniel's heartbeat increased rapidly, "We won't make you feel bad about it. That, I can promise."
Dan looked around at their faces again, and found them all surprisingly earnest.
Dan's heart was in his throat. He had just been invited to take part in a foursome with his closest friends. And they were coworkers for god's sake. This was a monumentally bad idea. And yet...
Katie's hand trailed higher up his arm, gentle and soothing, like she was trying to calm a wild animal. This was crazy, they were crazy; but Dan somehow found himself nodding.
"Let's do this," he croaked nervously, and Michael broke out into a wild grin.
"Best friends foursome!" he chirped, and somehow that broke the tension, Dan chuffing out a little laugh with Katie and Soren.
Almost immediately after that he found himself with a lapful of Katie, his friend wasting no time in swinging herself across his hips.
"Holy shit," Dan swallowed audibly as she settled down onto his lap. She smirked as she took the wine glass from his hand and set in on the end table, along with her own, and Dan was slightly embarrassed at how quickly he was getting turned on by this.
"Relax," Katie murmured before leaning in and kissing him, their glasses clinking against each other a little awkwardly.
But then he was kissing Katie, and he stopped noticing.
He let out a little gasp of surprise when he felt hands on his knees, stroking and rubbing gently through the denim.
"That's hot," Michael's voice cut in, but it was surprisingly soft; completely unlike the boisterous bellow they were used to.
The hands moved, trailing up his thighs until they reached Katie, who gave a little moan into Dan's mouth as they moved onto her.
Dan jumped as Michael's hands came to rest on top of his, which had been sitting placidly on Katie's hips since she had pulled him into the kiss.
"Touch her, dude," Michael encouraged, coaxing Dan's hands up higher to smooth over Katie's sides.
Nervously Daniel followed his lead, moaning a little at the soft, pliant feel of her body through her tank shirt.
He hesitated when he reached her breasts, his persistent nervousness tripping him up, but Michael kept a firm grip on his hands and didn't let him falter.
Katie gave an encouraging moan as Dan and Michael's hands squeezed gently, exploring her over her thin shirt.
"Too many clothes," Michael complained in a soft, pathetic wine, and Katie pulled back with a sigh.
"Well you haven't changed much," she said, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head.
For a second Dan didn't know what she was talking about, then it hit him; her and Michael had hooked up before. It had been ages, sure, but he suddenly fell at a distinct disadvantage.
"Stop thinking Dan!" Michael's voice brought him back to the present, "Boobs, Daniel, right in front of your face and you're off in your brain skull!"
Dan flushed as his eyes immediately tracked down to Katie's chest, where her cream-colored bra was doing a very good job of showing off the pretty curve of her breasts.
"Right, yeah," Dan breathed, glancing over Katie's shoulder at Michael, who was busy kissing her neck now. Damn guy was so tall that even on his knees he was going to tower over all of them.
Dan watched, mesmerized, as Katie leaned back into Michael, tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her neck as her eyes fluttered closed.
Suddenly her bra was loosened, and Michael's deft fingers slid the straps down her shoulders and off.
Entranced, Dan's hands instinctively cupped her supple flesh, kneading it between his fingers gently.
Katie moaned, pressing her hands over his and firming the touch.
In his peripheral vision, Dan could see Michael tugging his shirt up and over his head behind Katie before discarding it to the floor.
Katie's hands traced up his arms and over his shoulders to his face, and Dan blinked dumbly as she took his glasses off and set them carefully on the end table beside the couch.
Even in the slight haze that removing his glasses had caused, Katie still looked soft and beautiful.
"Come 'ere," she murmured, cupping Dan's face again and coaxing him forward.
He blindly followed until his face was pressed against her chest, and he hesitantly trailed delicate, unsure kisses over her skin.
Her sigh of contentment spurred him on, and he momentarily lost himself in the exploration of her skin.
"Soren," Katie's soft call pulled him out of his trance, and he pulled away to look to the side, where Soren was still sitting alone, watching them with intent interest. Dan's heart hammered when Soren looked at him, pupil almost eclipsing the ice blue of his eyes.
Katie stroked a gentle hand over Dan's hair before reaching for Soren.
Finally Soren moved, scooting closer with a hungry expression that Dan had never seen him wear before, but looked downright sinful on Soren's attractive face.
Dan's heart swooped as Katie cupped the back of Soren's head and pulled him in for a kiss of their own; more intense and purposeful than her kiss with Dan.
There was an electricity there, Dan could see it. He had seen it before, even when there was no indication that Katie and Soren would ever end up in bed together; an energy that just exuded from these two people who were fiercely passionate about so many things in life.
Slowly Soren pulled Katie toward himself and Katie followed, until she was half off Dan's lap and angling Soren's head to deepen the kiss.
Dan didn't even mind, which was the strange part. They looked so hot together that he couldn't feel anything but arousal as he watched them.
His attention only deviated when he felt a big hand on his hip, pushing up under his shirt.
Dan's attention refocused to Michael, who gave him a sweet, affectionate grin.
Michael shuffled sideways a little, further out of the way of Katie and Soren's entanglement and closer to Dan. Dan's heart raced as Michael leaned against the couch and into Dan's space, his hand pushing up higher under Dan's shirt.
"May I kiss you, Daniel?" Michael asked formally, his tone gentle and sweet in a way that surprised Dan.
"You want to kiss me?" Dan asked with raised eyebrows, and Michael gave him a quizzical look.
"Of course I do, buddy," the smile returned to his face, "Not like we haven't done it before."
"Agents of Cracked does not count," Dan replied incredulously, "It was for comedy!"
"So?" Michael asked with a shrug, "That should just make you want more, right?"
"You mashed our faces so hard you made my mouth bleed," Dan reminded him, and Michael shrugged again.
"Maybe you're into that stuff. Hey man, no judgement from me."
Dan rolled his eyes.
"Very considerate Michael, thank you," Dan drawled dryly.
"So can I kiss you or not?" Michael prompted again hopefully, and Dan pushed aside the nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach. Why the hell not?
"Gently," Dan insisted with a stern look, and Michael's grin turned into a megawatt smile as he pulled Dan forward by the shirt and slotted their mouths together.
It was... surprisingly pleasant.
Dan was still half expecting it to be like the exaggerated, clumsy kiss they had shared for the final shot of Agents of Cracked, but it was far from it. Michael was still intent and intense, but with a level of finesse and care that surprised him.
Dan found himself reaching for Michael, hooking one arm around the back of his neck as the other remained braced against Katie's hip.
Dan couldn't help but shiver as Michael's mouth trailed down from Dan's lips and over his chin, before making their way down his throat. He groaned as Michael's teeth nipped gently at him, the little spark of pain going straight to his dick like electricity. The involuntary jolt of his hips pressed him more firmly between Katie legs where she was still straddling him, despite her upper half leaning heavily into Soren.
Speaking of, with a sharp exhaled Dan opened his eyes, his vision immediately landing on Soren and Katie's tangle of limbs. They had broken the kiss, and apparently it was Soren's turn to get a mouthful of Katie's tits.
"So what's our game plan here?" Michael interrupted the moment to ask. All three of them looked at him.
"I mean," Michael elaborated, the hand he still had under Dan's shirt sliding upwards to rub a nipple distractingly, "This is fun and all, but is there a final destination we're reaching for here?"
"You really think any of us planned that far ahead?" Soren asked with raised eyebrows, and Michael shrugged.
"Good time to figure it out, then."
"How about this," Soren said, "We start by moving this into my bedroom instead of the couch?"
"Seconded," Katie agreed, and Dan couldn't help but notice how breathless as she sounded.
"Thirded," Michael agreed readily, "Let's go!"
Awkwardly they all untangled, rising up and making their way down the hallway towards Soren's room.
Dan's heart beat wildly in his chest. What if they got his clothes off and hated it? What if he did something wrong, he knew nothing about group sex etiquette!
"Stop worrying," Soren's voice cut into his thoughts, and Dan was startled to find him right next to him. Even more surprised when Soren looped an arm around his waist and pressed against his side.
"You're doing fine," Soren reassured him in a quiet tone, "You got nothing to worry about. Just trust your instincts and stop overthinking it."
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Booty Call Base, you know exactly what you're doing."
Soren snorted, and Dan gasped in surprise when Soren's hand slipped into Dan's back pocket.
"Every partner is different, Daniel," Soren squeezed gently and Dan made an embarrassing noise, "There's a learning curve for me too. Just go with the flow, my friend."
"Of course you have an orgy bed," Katie said as they passed through the doorway of Soren's room, and even Michael seemed a little taken aback at the giant California King in the middle of Soren's bedroom.
"Prepared for anything Katie," Soren said matter-of-factly, "and it's that mentality and preparedness that's going to get us through the zombie apocalypse someday, mark my words."
Daniel chortled and Soren squeezed his ass a little tighter in retaliation.
"Too many clothes!" Michael pointed an accusatory finger at them suddenly, and Dan realized that he and Soren were the only two still fully dressed, "I demand we all get naked!"
"Michael," Soren glared, "if you're going to be bossy I'm kicking you out."
"I'm not being bossy," Michael defended, "I'm just advocating for the progression of our sexy story line!"
"Michael, shut the fuck up," Katie growled, and Michael's eyes widened as she hooked her fingers into the front of his jeans, pulling him towards her and beginning to unbuckle his belt.
Dan and Soren shared a look, and Soren shrugged before pulling away to pull his shirt off.
Dan was more than a little distracted by Soren's toned chest, and it took him a second to realize that Soren had stopped with his fingers on his belt.
Dan's eyes snapped back up to Soren's face, where his friend was wearing a pleased smirk.
"As distracting as my abs are, Daniel, I think it's your turn," Soren grinned, and embarrassment crept down Dan's neck.
"Uh..." Dan floundered, thinking of his less-athletic body in comparison to Soren's.
"Oh my God," Soren sighed with exasperation, moving closer and grabbing the hem of Dan's shirt authoritatively, "If we didn't want to see you naked you wouldn't be here Daniel, stop worrying about everything."
Dan's gasped as Soren pulled his shirt up and over his head sharply, and didn't even have a moment to think before Soren's quick fingers were working on his belt too. Before he knew it he was completely undressed, and watched wide-eyed as Soren finished taking off his own clothes as well.
"Not bad, O'Brien," Soren grinned, looking pointedly down at the proof of Dan's continued interest in the proceedings.
"Jesus, Soren, shut up," Dan groaned, covering his face with one hand, and Soren snickered.
"Cute," Soren's voice murmured from much closer than Dan was expecting, and Dan's hand dropped from his eyes with a start. Soren was right in front of him, leaning into his space and reaching out to touch his arm gently, "You still okay with this?"
"I think so," Dan replied softly, and Soren nodded.
Somehow Dan still wasn't expecting it when Soren leaned in to kiss him, one of Soren's hands curling around Dan's tricep and the other cupping the back of his neck.
Hesitantly Dan placed his hands on Soren in return, one landing on a sharp hip bone and the other up on Soren's shoulder.
Dan shivered as the same intensity he had pondered about earlier was directed toward him. He couldn't stop the little moan in his throat at the combination of Soren's kiss and the gentle squeeze of Soren's fingers on the back of his neck.
A sharp moan from Katie broke them apart, and they both looked over to see Michael and Katie watching them; Katie's back pressed against Michael's front and Michael's hand between her legs.
At some point she had taken off her glasses too, and she was trembling; glassy-eyed and flushed against Michael and Dan's heart raced to see her like that.
"Hey Dan," Michael said warmly, smiling at him, "Why don't you come over here and show Katie how you got that bartender off?"
It took Dan a moment to remember what Michael was talking about, then sharply recalled the story he had told that had got them here.
"Go get 'em, tiger," Soren encouraged, his hands sliding off Dan as he nudged him forward.
Unsteadily Dan sank to his knees in front of her, nervous and eager at the same time.
His general squeamishness was a well-known fact among his friends, but this was something he had no qualms about. On the handful of occasions throughout the years that he had had the privilege of having sex, this was always one of his favorite activities.
"Open up, sweetheart," Michael murmured gently, his hand sliding from between her legs to cup the inside of her thigh, pulling it gently upward and to the side.
Katie put one hand over Michael's where it was wrapped around her waist steadyingly, and the other reached for Daniel, stroking his short hair gently.
Dan took a moment to run his hands over her thighs, the soft, warm skin feeling heavenly against his palms.
He glanced up at Katie, who was biting her lip endearingly and panting slightly.
His eyes tracked back down, and he finally leaned in, hands going gently back up her thighs to the crease where body met leg. She was mostly shaven, except for a light smattering of hair across her pelvis, and the smell of her arousal slid warm and heady into his nose.
Gently he dipped his thumbs in to press on either side of her labia, parting the wet folds and licking his lips.
He gave a gentle, experimental lick, from bottom to top and Katie groaned, leaning into it.
She tasted good, sharp and only faintly bitter, and his dick throbbed as he did it again.
He zeroed in on her clit gradually; mixing broad, flat strokes with light, fluttery ones.
"Oh my fucking god, Daniel," Katie groaned, and Dan's heart swelled with pride.
"Keep going, Casanova," Soren's voice encouraged from behind him, and Dan shivered at the feel of Soren's hands on his shoulders, stroking gently as Soren sank to his knees behind him.
Goosebumps broke out over his skin when Soren's palms stroked open and light down his back, and the sudden sensation of kisses being laid across his shoulders made his skin tingle.
All the while he continued licking and teasing Katie with his tongue, her pleasured sighs and moans going straight to his ego.
"You going to lose it if I touch you right now, Daniel?" Soren's voice floated softly into his ear, and Dan groaned.
"I- I don't think so," he said huskily against Katie, who squirmed.
"Alright then," Soren affirmed before his hand slid into Dan's lap, fingers circling Dan's cock and stroking lightly.
Dan groaned, doubling his efforts on Katie's clit to keep him grounded and focused.
It became this awesome pleasure loop; his mouth on Katie and Soren's hand on him, and Dan groaned and panted through his nose as his hands flexed against Katie's trembling muscles.
"Come on, Dan, get her there," Michael moaned softly, fingers tightening where they were still holding her open, and Katie groaned.
Dan did as he was told, licking rapid and eager against her clit and reveling in every eager, excited sound he could coax from her mouth.
"Oh fuck, there, right there!" she gasped, her hand holding tight to the back of Dan's head and her thighs shaking with pleasure.
Without hesitation Dan complied, fluttering his tongue right where she needed it and finally pushing her over the edge.
She cried out as she came, her whole body tight and trembling and Dan didn't let up until she was pushing him away with a gasp.
"Damn, Daniel!" Michael laughed, and Dan looked up as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Way to go, man, that was awesome!"
Dan laughed at Michael's pleased voice, and stroked his hands over Katie's legs soothingly, "Ok, Katie?"
"Holy shit, Dan," she panted, "Where did you learn that? Holy shit."
"I read," Dan mumbled, "and I have had some opportunity to practice, you know."
Katie laughed, breathless and still shaking as Michael slowly let her leg down.
"Sorry I doubted you," she giggled, stroking his head with a gentle scratch of her fingernails.
Dan smiled, placing a kiss to her thigh gently. Soren was still stroking his cock, but gentle and light enough that he wasn't in danger of coming.
"Bed," Soren commanded authoritatively, releasing Dan's cock and using his grip on Dan's shoulder to push to his feet. He stepped to Dan's side and extended a hand, helping him up from the floor with a sharp pull.
"Up you go," Michael said, stooping to pick Katie up bridal style, and she squeaked with surprise.
"Dick," she huffed, smacking an open hand against Michael's bare chest, but Dan couldn't help but notice her small smile.
She shrieked when he tossed her unceremoniously onto the giant bed, and Dan snorted with amusement.
Soren went to the bedside table, opening the drawer and reaching inside.
"Before things go any further," he said, tossing a handful of condoms onto the bed along with a bottle of lube.
"Dibs on any glow-in-the-dark ones!" Michael demanded, pawing through them hopefully.
"I'm a grown up, Michael, I do not have glow-in-the-dark condoms," Soren sighed, getting on the bed and grabbing one.
"Booooooooring!" Michael complained, flopping down on the bed and scooping one up anyway.
Which just left Dan, who felt very suddenly aware of how real this all was.
"Suit up, Dan," Soren offered the last one to him, and Dan took it with a nod. He had come this far.
"Any requests, m'lady?" Michael scooted closer to Katie, leaning his head down to kiss her breast and run his hand down her abdomen and between her legs.
She opened her thighs wider with a pleased hum, running her hands through his hair gently and biting her lip.
"I want Dan to get his ass on the bed already," she pointed a finger at him, "We'll only bite if you want us to, Daniel."
"Good to know," Dan mumbled, but obeyed her orders anyway. He kneed his way up the mattress toward them, and Katie pushed Michael away gently to sit up and reach for him.
"Park it right there, O'Brien," she commanded, shifting around and pointing to the space she had just been with a grin.
He glanced at Michael, who was still lying very close.
"You're not going to sacrifice me to Micheal are you?" he asked suspiciously, only half joking.
"Hey!"
"No," Katie cut into Michael's indignant squawk, thumping her open hand on the mattress impatiently, "Just get over here, Daniel!"
He awkwardly shuffled into place, lying down and giving Michael an apprehensive look.
Lord knew he loved the guy, but he was genuinely nervous about the level of kink his friend might deem "normal" in comparison to the rest of them.
"You wound me Dan," Michael pouted, "I am wounded by your words, look at me."
Dan rolled his eyes and leaned up enough to plant a firm kiss on Michael's lips, "You like weird sex stuff. That makes me nervous."
"Fair," Michael sigh dramatically, pressing in for another kiss, "but don't worry, buddy, I'll go easy on you."
Katie chose that moment to straddle Dan's waist, rubbing herself against his condom-sheathed cock insistently.
"Trust you can figure out what I want you to do, Bowie," she tossed the lube bottle at Soren, whose eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes ma'am."
"Aw, I wanted to do butt stuff!" Michael complained, and Katie smacked his arm with her open palm.
"You'll get your turn, Michael, chill out."
"I think I'm starting to see why Katie only slept with you once," Soren interjected, and Dan felt his knees being nudged out of Soren's way as he settled in behind Katie, flipping the cap on the lube, "You're being awfully demanding there, Swaim."
"I'm just excited, geez!" Michael defended with a wounded look, "Can't a guy be excited about an orgy?"
"Michael, shush," it was Dan's turn to say, reaching for his friend and tugging on his shoulders, "Yes, you can be excited, but you should also be polite."
"Good luck with that," Katie mumbled, and Michael stuck his tongue out at her.
"Put your tongue to better use, Michael," Dan said boldly, reaching a hand up to grip the shaggy hair on the back of Michael's head, "Come here."
For once, Michael was surprised into silence, and allowed Dan to pull him down and slot their mouths together.
Shutting Michael up seem to be the key that finally set the wheels in motion, and Katie wiggled and ground down on Dan's lap as the slick sound of Soren's lubed fingers opening her up filled the room. Coupled with the awesome feel of Michael's tongue curling behind his teeth, and Dan wasn't sure how long he would be able to go if Katie actually fucked him.
He lost track of time a little bit as Michael scooted closer, pushed up on his elbow and hovering over Dan as he did a very thorough job of proving that his constant talking was indeed advantageous to the skill of his tongue.
Michael put one hand on Dan's chest, fingers stroking over a nipple easily, and Dan's hands sought out more of Michael's skin in return; skimming over shoulders and neck and chest exploringly.
Without warning Katie shifted on his lap, her hand going around his cock and guiding him inside her in one sure motion.
Dan groaned sharply, fingers digging into Michael in surprise and pleasure. Michael broke the kiss, looking with unapologetic eagerness at the place where Katie and Dan were joined. Dan's eyes shifted there too, and another hard groan leapt from his throat at the sight of it.
Katie was panting and squirming with pleasure, her hips rocking an even, steady rhythm along with Soren's behind her.
Dan swallowed thickly at the feel of that; the hard, thrusting thickness of Soren's dick inside Katie, the two of them separated only by a thin barrier of Katie's flesh.
"Alright there, Dan?" Michael breathed softly, leaning down and trailing his lips along Dan's jaw.
"Fuck," Dan groaned in answer, still clinging to Michael's shoulders, and Michael chuckled.
Suddenly he was moving up anyway, giving Dan a wink as he got on his knees beside Soren and Katie.
Dan watched as Michael's big hands traced over Katie's breasts and down her abdomen to where her and Dan were joined. He traced light touches over Katie's clit teasingly, making her twitch and gasp.
Dan groaned, the fluttery spasms it created around his dick feeling insanely good.
"Fuck, stop," he panted, far too close to the edge and heading there fast. He needed the breaks; to catch his breath and take a step back.
Katie pulled off of him, still and unsure, and all three of them looked at Daniel with concern.
"I'm fine," he clarified before they could ask, "I just need a second... "
"I know a way to take the edge off," Michael offered, and before Daniel could say yes or no, Michael had the tip of his cock in the circle of his pointer finger and thumb, and squeezed hard.
"Ow, ow, Michael!" Daniel exclaimed, grabbing his wrist, "What the hell?!"
"Helped, didn't it?" Michael shrugged, letting go, "You're not about to blow anymore, right?"
Admittedly, he was right, but in Daniel's opinion it was a rather unpleasant way to achieve that goal.
"Warn me next time, Jesus," Dan huffed, and Michael shrugged.
Katie rolled her eyes and Soren punched Michael in the arm with a stern look.
"Okay sweetie?" Katie asked gently, and Dan nodded.
"Yeah, you can..." he waved vaguely, and she smirked, taking his cock back into her hand and guiding him back inside her.
"Oh you mean this?" she asked innocently as she sank back down, and Dan reached for her hips and swallowed audibly.
"Yeah," he murmured, "Yeah, that."
Katie leaned forward, bracing her hands on Dan's chest as her and Soren built up a rhythm again, and this time Dan had enough brain cells to put a hand between her legs himself, thumbing her clit and watching her and Soren equally.
Michael was touching them both, placing a random kiss here and there as he stroked the palms of his hands over Soren and Katie warmly.
He really wanted to kiss Katie. He wanted to coax her down against his chest and slide his tongue into her mouth as he played with her clit; but the position they were in was delicate enough to maintain as-is, and he feared making it all fall apart.
He was distracted from that train of thought by a startled sound from Soren's throat. Dan's attention snap to him, and found his breath stolen at the pleasure-slack look on Soren's handsome features. He realized why when his eyes flicked to Michael, whose hand was behind Soren and obviously in a very specific place. Michael, meanwhile, looked positively delighted.
He leaned closer to Soren, pressing against his side and kissing his neck.
"You ever bottomed before, Soren?" he heard Michael ask, and Dan was astonished when Soren pressed his face into Katie's hair, cheeks turning a telling shade of red. Michael looked thrilled.
"Can I?" he asked eagerly, kissing Soren's shoulder with a massive grin, "I'm good, Soren, I promise you."
Soren groaned, and Michael kissed a path across his shoulder to his neck, nuzzling at him sweetly.
"Promise," Michael said again in a quiet murmur, and miraculously, Soren nodded his head yes.
Dan almost wanted to pinch himself just to test that he was awake. Soren was letting Michael top him? Had he fallen down a rabbit hole into some bizarro alternate universe?
He and Katie shared a look of mutual surprise, but said nothing as Michael dug for the lube amongst the sheets.
Their movement came to a halt as Michael slicked up his fingers and pressed in close; showing a surprising level of gentleness as he kissed Soren's shoulder and neck again as his hand disappeared elsewhere.
Dan watched, completely captivated, as Soren gasped and trembled at whatever Michael was doing. He desperately wished he could see it all of a sudden, and was surprised at his own interest.
His focus went back to Katie as she placed her hand over his where it was still between her legs, but had been idle since Michael had found the lube. She gently coaxed him back into movement again, and Dan rubbed his other, open hand up and down her side apologetically.
"Really wish you could see Soren right now," he couldn't help but breathe, and Soren lifted his head to look right at him; flushed and panting and it made Dan's cock twitch, "Fucking hell that's hot."
Katie moaned and nodded fervently in agreement, grinding little circles down on Dan as his thumb rubbed over her clit again and again.
Michael grabbed Soren's chin with his free hand, turning it towards him for a rough kiss, which Soren eagerly returned in kind.
Another sharp sound from Soren's throat and a hard thrust of his hips had Katie and Dan both gasping, and Dan watched with awe as whatever it was Michael was doing drove Soren's hips forward again and again as he panted and groaned.
With a grin Michael pulled away, finally getting behind Soren and adding another squirt of lube to his cock.
They all froze again as Michael pushed into Soren and held still, eyes closed in pleasure.
"Okay?" he asked gruffly, and Soren panted a weak "Yeah," in return.
"Good," was all Michael said before he started moving, guiding Soren's hips forward and back between him and Katie.
It was the single hottest thing Dan had ever witnessed, and he was almost positive his brain was going to explode any second now.
He refocused on Katie and doubled his efforts to make her come again; rubbing and circling her clit fast and hard with his thumb and watching her whine and shake.
"Shit, shit!" Soren growled, wrapping his arms around Katie tightly as Michael's movements picked up momentum, his hips making a slapping noise against Soren's ass that should definitely not be as erotic as Dan's brain was finding it to be.
Katie's nails dug into Dan's chest sharply, her legs squeezing on either side of his hips and her pussy clenching around him and Dan was done for; thrusting up unevenly as Katie came on his cock with a broken cry.
Everything felt intensified when Soren came a moment later, the rub of his cock beside Dan's in Katie's body feeling raw and sensitive against his cockhead.
Dan wheezed as Katie and Soren both collapsed forward, their combined weight heavy on Dan's chest.
"Lightweights," Michael chuckled on a pant, gripping Soren's hips and thrusting hard and deep, jolting the other three with the force of it.
Dan's own ass twinged in sympathy to Soren, but Dan was surprised to find Soren pliant and dazed on top of Katie; taking the force of Michael's trusts seemingly easily.
He only growled and flailed a hand back at Michael when he dug his teeth into Soren's shoulder with a grunt; hips churning tight and hard, signaling his end.
"Ow, fuck, Michael! Quit biting me!" Soren slurred and the force of Michael's bite lessened, then eventually released with an apologetic lick to the red indents left behind.
"Off," Katie requested meekly, her face pressed against Dan's chest, and Dan silently agreed; he felt too dazed and limp to actually use his voice.
Michael pulled himself upward with a grunt, and Dan heard the slick sound of him withdrawing before sprawling limp and sweaty beside them.
Soren was a bit more graceful, but still settled half on top of Michael as he caught his breath.
Finally the weight lifted completely from Dan's chest as Katie slid off to his other side, and immediately tucked herself against him with a long exhale.
There was silence for a long time. At some point, Dan scraped together enough brain cells to clumsily pull the condom off his now mostly-soft cock, and tie it off with shaky fingers.
Wordlessly Soren held his hand out for it, sprawling over and leaning heavily on Michael to toss it in the wastebasket beside the nightstand. Michael grunted and cuffed Soren's head gently, then smiled his sweet, goofy smile to appease the murderous glare Soren aimed at him.
"So..." Dan finally ventured, unsure of where to start. They had to talk about this, right?
"Shush Daniel," Katie murmured against his shoulder, "Just enjoy the afterglow sweetie, not everything has to end with a verbal dissection."
"Yeah, but..." Dan murmured, anxiety starting to creep under his skin, "This changes things, doesn't it?"
"Doesn't have to," Soren sighed, "Plenty of people have casual sex, Dan. You don't have to make it into a thing."
Dan opened his mouth to point out that Soren had said something very similar about their diner tradition when they started that, and now look at them, but Soren chose that moment to sit up and lean over him; one arm braced on the bed and the other on Dan's shoulder.
"Daniel," Soren said seriously, looking intently at him, and the words dried up in Dan's throat, "I want you to listen very closely to me. You listening?"
Dan nodded meekly.
"It's 3am. Go the fuck to sleep, stop worrying, and just enjoy the moment. We can talk about all the touchy-feely crap in the morning if you really need to. Okay?"
Dan felt his face flush pink, but nodded again in agreement.
"Good," Soren squeezed his shoulder, then laid back down. Not cuddling with Dan, exactly, not in the way Katie was, but pressed shoulder to shoulder with him and the backs of their hands touching.
"I vote pancakes tomorrow," Michael murmured sleepily on Soren's other side, and Katie chuckled breathily against Dan's shoulder.
"Only if you're making them," she informed him, and Michael "Mm-hmm"-ed enthusiastically.
"Prepare to have your minds blown," Michael assured them, "My pancakes are the best."
"They don't have drugs in them, do they?" Dan asked apprehensively, and Michael chortled.
"Only by special request, Daniel."
"Pass, thanks."
"Your loss."
They lapsed into silence, and Dan found himself surprisingly at ease.
"Goodnight," he whispered softly, and Katie's arm squeezed him a little tighter.
"Goodnight, sweetie."
A/N: I think my only lament is that I didn't find a way to work some sort of "Achievement: Have Sex in a Bed" reference for Soren into this... maybe if I do another chapter or a sequel.