A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed (you guys make me laugh!), favorited, or followed this story. I wasn't expecting much of a response at all, so I appreciate the reassurance that you're at least interested lol.
While not the most depraved thing I've ever read, here's where it starts to get somewhat filthy, so if you're a kid, go read a real book. Seriously. Mark Twain is pretty funny.
Everyone else: have a ball!
"Ryder, stay. With us."
The words—the proposition—was out there now, and Marley couldn't take it back, even if she'd wanted to.
Ryder was still frozen by the door. He definitely didn't move towards her and Jake... but he also didn't leave.
"Are you kidding me?" Jake growled into her ear. "You're telling me you want him?"
"I want you both." Marley whispered.
"Marley—" Jake protested.
"Just kiss me, Jake."
To her profound amazement, Jake obeyed, dropping his mouth back to her neck. His kisses were harsher than before, more teeth, more tongue, as though he was trying to mark her... he probably was. Reaching up, she curled one hand around the back of his head, holding him close. With the other, she reached out towards the other boy, still hovering by the door. "Ryder..."
Something in him snapped, and he twisted the lock on the doorknob before turning around and striding back to her. Her arm wrapped around his neck as his lips crashed into hers, hot and passionate, robbing her of breath. Her head was spinning. Was this really happening? Jake at her back, Ryder's lips on hers... a little moan ripped from her throat without her knowledge or consent.
Jake growled low in his own throat, pulling Marley even closer. She gasped as she felt him against her. Ryder grew bolder, easing his tongue inside her mouth. Jake's hands worked up under her shirt, caressing her hips, her flat stomach, fingers dipping ever-so-slightly under the waistband of her jeans. He was demanding her attention now, and Marley ripped her lips from Ryder's and turned her head, finding Jake's. His mouth was hot, familiar. He tasted like beer; she wondered if she tasted like Ryder.
Ryder's hands rested awkwardly on her upper arms, and she slid her arm from around his neck to find one of his hands, lacing it with her own and bringing it to her chest. He huffed out a little, disbelieving laugh as he found himself cupping her breast. His thumb swiped over the nipple and she moaned again. In her peripheral vision, she could see the white of his teeth as he grinned in the dark, and she reached out and grabbed the zipper of his hoodie, pulling it down and yanking him closer.
He shrugged off the hoodie, dropping it to the ground, and she slipped her hand under his t-shirt, exploring the muscled abdomen she'd seen in the 'Men of McKinley' calendar, but never touched. Not to be outdone, Jake removed his hands from her long enough to strip off his own shirt, leaving Marley's back pressed against a hot, hard expanse of bare skin. She could feel Ryder's fingers trembling as he reached for the top button on her button-down shirt, and she murmured a nonverbal assent, meeting his eyes to let him know it was okay. "Better than okay." she whispered, and he ducked his head with a blush, refocusing on his task.
Jake's thumb had found the button on her jeans, flicking it open, teasing her zipper. That pulsing heat in her lower stomach was intensifying to the point where it was almost painful, and she gave a little whimper: "Yes..."
Ryder got the last button and slid her shirt down off her arms, taking just a moment to appreciate her white skin glowing in the moonlight before encircling her bare waist with his hands and lowering his head to kiss the swells of her breasts that peeked out above her plain cotton bra.
Jake's teeth scraped along the line of her spine as he lowered himself to his knees, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her unbuttoned jeans and dragging them down her thighs. She shivered as she was exposed to the cool air, nothing but a pair of thin panties between her and... them. She leaned on Ryder for support as Jake lifted her leg, easing the shoe off of her foot and pulling the jean leg the rest of the way off. With every inch the denim slipped lower, he planted another hot, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her leg. Placing her bare foot back on the ground, he started on the other leg.
Ryder's lips abandoned her breasts and worked their way up her neck, gentle caresses over the trail of hickeys Jake had left. "You okay, Marley?" he whispered when he came to her ear.
She nodded. "Yes. God, yes." He found the clasp on her bra and released it. The straps slithered off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet with the rest of her clothes, but Ryder didn't look down at her, instead continuing to stare into her eyes with that same adoration she always saw in him. She wrapped an arm around him and pulled his forehead to hers, their faces centimeters apart. "Are you? I... I know this isn't exactly what you wanted..."
He pressed a single, sweet kiss to her lips, reminding her of the one he'd given her after Mr. Schue's wedding. "I would do anything for you, Marley."
"We both would." Jake reminded her with a kiss at the highest point of her thigh, sending an involuntary shiver through her.
"I know..." Marley said, her heart swollen with emotion. Tears leaked out of her eyes, and Ryder began to kiss them away. Jake rose to his feet, nudging Ryder away to take Marley's face in his hands. Ryder pushed back, standing his ground.
It was all so overwhelming, and Marley stepped between them, despite the fact that she was wearing nothing but her underwear. "Wait, guys..." When they were looking at her expectantly, there was nothing left to say but "Clothes. Bed."
Within seconds Jake was shucking off his jeans while Ryder yanked his t-shirt over his head. Jake grabbed the pile of coats and dropped them to the ground while Marley helped Ryder push his jeans to join them on the floor. Divested of all but their underwear, they stood together for a moment, panting, eyes locked in the dimness of the room.
Jake came up behind her and she gasped as he scooped her up, bridal-style, into his arms. Cradled against his body, she could feel his heart pounding against her own chest. She cupped his face in her hand. "Jake..." she whispered.
He pressed his forehead against her temple. "I love you." he murmured for her ears only. Effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, he took the few steps across the room and deposited her gently on the bed. She fell back on the bedspread, arms sprawled, hair fanning out around her head, feeling more wanton and sexual than she'd ever imagined herself being. She felt naked, vulnerable, and yet, at the same time, incredibly powerful. She opened her eyes at the same time as Ryder tugged the curtains closed, and then none of them could see.
The mattress sank down on one side. A hand skimmed over her stomach, fingers twisted into her hair as a mouth met hers and they kissed deeply, urgently. They were all way past embarrassment now, and she didn't even think about it as she operated on instinct, finding the waistband of his boxers and slipping her hand inside.
Two more hands rested on her knees, soft and hot, slowly sliding upwards until the thumbs hooked around the waistband of her panties. But instead of the expected tug and the feeling of cool air on her newly-exposed flesh, she felt hot breath dampening the thin cotton. Lips. A gentle scrape of teeth.
A jolt went through her and she couldn't hold back a moan. All it would take to know who was who was to reach a hand down to his hair... but she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
And then it was all a blur of blackness and sensation—sweat-slicked skin, swollen lips, hands everywhere, fumbling in the dark, the ripping of foil, pants and moans, a little bit of pain, a little more pleasure, soft laughter, quiet cursing. In the darkness, anything could happen without repercussions, and Marley let it overwhelm her, flow through her, pour into her. She fell gasping into the pillows, her body shivering, pulsing, weak as water...
"Marley... Marley?"
A little shake of her shoulder roused her from her relaxed state, and she let out a little groan. "Mhmm?"
"Hey, wake up." A finger softly stroked across her cheek.
"...Jake?" she murmured groggily, opening her eyes. Moonlight streamed in through the uncovered window as she looked up into her boyfriend's handsome face. She smiled. "Hey..."
He grinned back. "Hey yourself. You ready to go home?"
Suddenly, the memory of her dream came back to her all at once, and she sat up with a jolt, causing Jake to scoot back in alarm. Her heart rate seemed to triple and her hands flew to her hips, subconsciously checking her clothes. She could feel herself blushing violently.
"Whoa, you okay?" Jake asked. "I didn't mean to startle you; I didn't think you'd be sleeping that deeply."
"I told you she was tired." Came another voice. If it was at all possible, Marley blushed even brighter as she realized that Ryder was there too, standing in the doorway.
Jake helped her off the bed with one hand, grabbing her jacket from the pile of coats with the other. As he tried to drape it over her shoulders, she pushed him away. "I'm... I'm warm enough." she assured him quickly, trying to ignore the way her skin was prickling with desire at the slightest touch. In fact, she felt like she was burning up.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look kind of flushed." Ryder was frowning at her, reaching out a hand to feel her forehead.
For just a second, her eyes fell closed and she had to slap his hand away before a moan could wrench itself loose from her throat. "I'm fine." she promised them both despite sounding oddly out of breath, even to herself. "Really. Just... a weird dream. You know, I think I am ready to head home."
She kept her gaze fixed on the floorboards... someday she might be able to look Jake or Ryder in the eyes again... but today was not that day. Not while the echoes of that weird dream were still horribly fresh in her mind.
That weird, dirty, inappropriate, amazing, incredibly erotic dream.
Thankfully, neither boy questioned her any further, because she wasn't even ready to explain what had happened in that dream to herself... not for a million dollars would she describe a single moment of it to them. As Jake and Ryder walked out of the bedroom, she had to take a few deep, calming breaths through her nose before she could even follow.
...And Kitty thought she was a prude.
A/N: Thus ends my short foray into, um, threesome smut. I doubt I'll be writing anything like it again, but it was fun to experiment lol. Let me know what you thought. (Incidentally, this is exactly how my creative writing teacher told me NOT to write a sex scene (too much description), so go ahead and critique me as harshly as you please.) ;P
Above all, thank you for reading!