AN: Here's the part you've all been waiting for. Inspired by Zayn's Pillowtalk.
Pillow Talk
(Climb on board)
We'll go slow and high-tempo
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow…
Interesting song choice for the stoic Uber driver. Not at all made more uncomfortable by the fact that you're sandwiched between two men, you've fantasized about climbing at least once in your life. You don't know if it's the alcohol screwing with your brain, but you're suddenly more conscious of how you look and how your thighs are brushing against their legs. God, why do men have to sit like that?
In the middle of your journey, Nick turns his head toward Elliot. "Liv mentioned you train black ops. That sounds cool." And so they begin to discuss models and makes of guns, how much they can lift (bro), and their uncomplicated lives after SVU. Who needs 'partners for life' or 'friends for life' when these two can be bros for life?
The car drops you off at the hotel, and you almost wish you could hop out of the backseat and wave goodbye. Whose bright idea was it to invite these two back to your hotel room anyway? But before you can act, they've got the passenger side doors opened and they're waiting for you to step out.
The ride up the elevator is mostly silent. There's a small flat screen showing the forecast for the next seven days. Elliot asks if it's always so warm and sunny in California, and Nick casually shrugs and replies with, "pretty much."
You're grateful your hotel room is spacious and furnished enough that Elliot and Nick aren't forced to sit and share the bed. You know you said you weren't going to drink, but you head straight for the mini fridge and the bottle of wine you picked up at duty free. It was supposed to be a post-conference treat, but now you figure it's probably healthier and less controversial to share it with friends.
When you're back from the kitchenette with your wine glasses, you realize the alcohol isn't all that necessary. Both men are engaged in a (surprisingly) easy-going conversation about their ex-wives. They're both agreeing the whole mess of divorce was a necessary evil for the sake of the children. It turns out, everyone's a whole lot happier when mom and dad aren't fighting all the time and wishing they were screwing around with other people.
You pour the wine and Nick stops you to look at the label. "I dated this girl who only drank the good stuff. This one's quality."
"I'm glad I have your girlfriend's approval."
"Nah, she's not my girlfriend," Nick says, intertwining his fingers behind his head and leaning back. "Not yet."
You sit between them on the couch and tuck your legs under you. "What's she like?"
"21 and a senior at USC," Elliot quips.
Nick makes a face at him, which only elicits a mocking laugh from the older man. "She's a lawyer at another firm. Here," Nick says as pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows a picture of a beautiful black woman. She's dressed in a faded NYPD t-shirt, sipping on a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper.
"Hmmm…" Elliot nods approvingly.
"What was that look?" You ask when you notice the microscopic twitch in his smirk.
"What? She's hot. I'm not allowed to make a comment on another woman's appearance?"
"No, there was something else there," you say, remembering that unspoken shorthand. His current body language is telling you he's on that cusp between wanting to tell you something and wanting to keep whatever it is hidden.
"Nothing. I just thought it's interesting how the last woman I slept with also happens to be a black woman."
"Niiice."
He and Nick exchange some kind of macho sneer that makes you want to slink away to the ensuite with your bottle of wine. And as if matters couldn't be made worse, Elliot decides to prey on your humiliation. "Liv, when was the last time you had sex?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Oh come on!" You try to get up, but Nick pulls on your elbow so you're sitting right back down on the couch. "We're all adults here."
You chuckle at the statement because it sounds ridiculous, especially coming from him. "Fine. The last time was about three weeks ago."
"Not bad," Nick says, "but you could do better."
"Who was it?" Elliot asks, stroking his grey goatee. There it goes again, your out-of-the-blue urge to tug at his chin. "Knowing your track record, it's probably someone we already know."
"Ha. Very funny," you say mockingly. No way you're going to admit the last person you slept with happened to be the same man who tried to get all three of you in jail several times throughout the last decade. Sleeping with Tucker was a major lapse in your judgment. You thought you were seeing the good in everyone, but you quickly realized that you shouldn't have been so charitable when it came to your bed. You shudder at the thought; you can't believe you gave that relationship a shot for three whole months. "It's no one you know."
"Try me," Nick insists.
"Why would I even want to tell either of you?"
"Because you care about what I think," Elliot says firmly. "I don't know about junior over there, but he probably thinks his opinion is important, too."
"Jackass."
"Dumbass."
"Geriatric son of a bitch"
"Ok, ok…" You hold your hands out on either side of you to stop the two petulant boys, but it's clear by the smirks on their faces they're not really fighting. They just want you to pacify the tension by martyring yourself. Well, you're not falling for it. "It doesn't matter who I was seeing. I don't even want to be reminded it happened. So let's drop the topic."
You reach for the bottle and refill your glass, wishing you had stopped by a liquor store on your way over to the hotel. Nick's soon-to-be girlfriend is right. The wine is, indeed, quality stuff. You debate telling him she's a keeper, but you don't want to reopen that can of worms. Leaning back against the couch, your back hits Elliot's shoulder; you shift and now your knees are on Nick's lap. If you try to move again, you're scared you're in for more bodily contact than you're prepared for. The proximity is making you feel hot, making you feel like your lungs are deprived of oxygen.
Rising from the couch, you pace to the other end of the room and lean against the desk, your chest rising and falling at a quicker rate.
"Hey, Liv," Elliot calls from his comfortable spot on the couch. He's sprawled out, legs wide open and arm draped over the backrest. "Remember when you told me your deepest, darkest fantasy was to have a threesome?"
Nick's eyes bug out and he nearly spits out his wine. "Seriously?"
"Dead serious, man," Elliot says. "Back in '99, the whole squad went out to the bar and Liv had a little too much to drink. We teased her a little… Asked her a few questions she wouldn't have answered if she were sober."
Your face feels hot. You can't believe Elliot still remembers... and he brings it up now, in front of Nick!
"So who would get to join in?" Nick asks. "Alex, Casey… God, please don't say Amanda because I am not past the point of groveling." He nods slowly, eyes closing as his imagination takes him to a headspace that you don't even want to think about.
"I wasn't thinking of another woman," you blurt out, "I pictured me and two guys."
"Oooh…" Nick says with a nod of recognition, turning his head to catch a glimpse of Elliot's equally confused stare. "Oh shit."
"Yeah, so now you see why I never fulfilled this fantasy? I was young and I was delusional enough to think that I'd meet two straight guys who would be totally okay with it… Ugh, I can dream about it all I want, but it's never going to happen." The words are flying out of your mouth before you can even consider their meaning or who you're talking to. "Why are you two looking at me like that? Stop looking at me like that!" But they're both still eyeballing you, uncompromising even when you've called them out. You throw your hands in the air and try to get away from them. "Why are we even discussing this? I can't be thinking about this. I'm a mother!"
"So what if you're a mom?" Elliot questioned, "You can still have a threesome."
"El…"
I'm seeing the pain (seeing the pleasure)
Nobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us
Bodies together
A parched throat and hot flashes aren't exactly what you bargained for when you invited both men up to your room. Sure, you wanted them to get along; but you didn't want them to gang up on you and hound you on details of your sex life. Speed walking over to the kitchenette, you lean over the sink and take a few shallow breaths. You can't trust the tap water anywhere, especially in major urban centers, but you'll take anything just to quench your thirst. Suddenly, you grasp that you're actual symptom may be symbolic of another kind of thirst, and now you want to slap some sense back into you. Get a grip, Olivia.
The cool liquid slides down your throat, a few drops trickling down the corner of your mouth. You reach up to wipe it off, but Elliot's already got his thumb swiping down your chin. His eyes are lit like a blowtorch, heat radiating from his body. You don't have a petite figure, but suddenly you feel tiny standing next to this tree trunk of a man.
Fingers gently wrap around your wrist, an open palm urging you to release the glass. Turning your head, you see Nick, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth. You loosen the grip on the glass, and he catches it before setting it down on the sink. His jaw clenches, the handsome planes of his face going taut as his touch lingers on your skin.
"What are you doing?"
You turn from Nick to Elliot. Swallowing hard when you sense them inch closer, cornering you against the kitchen counter.
Spinning on your heel, your plan is to push them away so you can get some space to breathe, think, or talk yourself out of doing something you couldn't even envision up until now. But it's a bad idea to turn around, because now you have no choice but to face them. Two sets of broad shoulders are in your way, and they're staring at you now, eyes like lasers as if they were mentally undressing you. "Y-y-you're both crazy."
Nick chuckles softly and Elliot merely shrugs a shoulder, neither one visibly affected by what they were suggesting. When they woke up this morning, they had no idea this was how their day was going to end. They hadn't thought this through. YOU hadn't thought this through.
Ok, maybe you've imagined it before. You've certainly imagined getting fucked by Elliot again. And as much as it would pain you to admit it to Nick, your one drunken makeout session a few months back had granted you a fair share of wet dreams. Still, just because you had silly, dirty daydreams didn't mean you should allow them to happen when the opportunity presented itself (times two).
"Liv, you're tired and strung out." Nick's hand kneads your shoulder, digging into the sore muscles. Your eyelids flutter shut, and you can't help the satisfied groan that leaves your lips. "You really need to get laid."
"I told you... I was in a relationship with someone up until three weeks ago."
Elliot scoffs. "Clearly, that didn't work out for you. How many times did he make you come?"
Your eyes fly open, your mouth hanging slightly unable to come up with a response.
Nick stares back at you with a mixture of pity and amusement. "You faked it, didn't you?"
"I - I…" There's no use lying to them. Even if you thought up a lie right now, which you can't on account of all your mental faculties shutting down, there's no way they would believe you. They've figured you out. Elliot cups your cheek, stroking the perimeter of your lip. The impulse is to tilt your head, which allows Nick to lean forward and brush his lips over your neck. He drags it, barely skimming over the surface, before he breathes in your pulse. "Do you realize what you're doing?" You ask Elliot, his forehead now pressed onto your temple. "Thirty minutes ago, all you two could talk about was the weather -"
"Shhh…"
Nick's tongue traces your earlobe. "Relax."
Tilting your head to face him, Elliot kisses you, provoking that flame that's already burning inside you. The feel of being kissed in different places is so overwhelming, yet it awakens this lust, this greed for more. Like, it isn't enough that Elliot's tongue is slowly hinting past your lips, and Nick's teeth are grazing the shell of your ear.
This can't be happening.
You pull away to catch your breath before you're completely drowned by all the sensations. Nick lightly touches your jaw, drawing you in for a kiss. His soft lips curve over yours, locking in an embrace that's only momentarily interrupted when you feel Elliot's palms hard on your hips. He picks you up and settles you down on the counter like it's the most effortless thing he's ever done. The kiss grows deeper as Nick's hand slides behind your neck to pull your face closer, and you balance yourself on his shoulders.
Elliot's mouth latches onto your neck, sucking firmly and soothing the wound with his tongue. Your mind feels so fogged up, but it's amazing how you can tell who's kissing which part of your body. Nick has this lush and passionate way about him; everything is smooth like liquid candle wax dripping down your body. And Elliot's kisses are like this need to satiate this carnal hunger. It's something fierce, something that makes you tingle in fear, but you can't help but crave the thrill.
"Not that I'm saying we should stop…" Because, dear god, that's the last thing you want. "But are you two sure you're up for this?"
"Yeah," Elliot says, furrowing his brows like it's no big deal. "I'm fucking you. I'm not fucking him."
"Golden rule," Nick adds, "it's not gay if it's a three-way."
The cool air hits your chest and you realize the buttons of your blouse are undone. Elliot's already got his fingers working on the last ones down your navel, and Nick's sliding one sleeve past your shoulder. Your lips part, a small whine slipping out, as Nick moves down your neck to lave at your clavicle. You turn to Elliot, hoping he'll kiss you instead, but he resists your invitation, choosing instead to lower his mouth to the swell of your breast.
You're so glad you decided to only pack nice underwear for your trip. Not that you were confident enough to think you were getting lucky. The black satin and lace bra is a little risque for the professional blouse and blazer you paired with it, but when you put it on that morning, it gave you a little boost of confidence.
There are two hands reaching behind your back to work on unclasping your bra. You arch your back as Elliot sucks on the top of your breast. There's a smack right behind you. Nick grunts, taking his free hand to cup your tender breast. He squeezes, and you feel as though your nipples are hard enough to poke through the fabric. There's another slap, and this time Elliot growls as his teeth shallowly sinks into your flesh.
"Oh, god!
The snaps release and you peer through lidded eyes to see a triumphant, shit-eating grin on Nick's face. Elliot shoulders him to the side as he takes the spot between your legs. He wastes no time, ripping the bra off your chest.
Heavy petting takes on a whole other meaning when four hands and two mouths are involved. They're squeezing, sucking, licking, and humming over hardened peaks. It's as if your tits are cake and they're devouring them to the very last crumb. Elliot encloses his mouth over your nipple, his eyes never straying from yours as he yields it between his teeth. Nick rolls his tongue around the other, flicking it with an urgency that has you wondering if he can manage the same between your legs.
Together, Elliot and Nick set you back down on your feet, turn you around, and bend you over the counter. Your tits are pressed up on the cool granite, a harsh contrast from the hot mouths stimulating them just seconds ago. You can't see what's going on behind you, but you can hear the sound of your leather belt sliding through the loops, and the pop of the metal button of your slacks. The skin-tight fabric slides down your legs, bunching up at your ankles. Picking up your feet, you kick them off until you're one item of clothing from being naked and bent over in front of the two men.
Nick is to your left, pressing open-mouthed kisses from the base of your spine to your shoulder blades. It sends a shiver of pleasure throughout your body. He guides your upper body off the counter, his head dipping toward your mouth.
Elliot slides his hand down your back to knead your ass. He gives one cheek a playful slap, causing you to moan into the kiss. The warmth of his hands leave you cold for a moment, then out of nowhere, he bites into your flesh.
Your instinctive reaction to the pain is to clamp your teeth down on Nick's bottom lip. "Ow!" He yelps, pulling back slightly to narrow his eyes at you.
"Sorry." You point down at Elliot, who's squatting right behind you, his large palms pressing firmly on the reddened cheeks.
"Your ass is unreal, Liv."
"Look who's talking," you reply just as Nick pulls you back in for a kiss.
Elliot tears you away from Nick, both men grunting due to this unspoken power struggle. He spins you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. Normally, you'd be rolling your eyes at this caveman move, but something about this powerfully built man having his way with you is so dangerously exhilarating. He drops you on the bed, body crushing yours as he starts making out with you. His hands travel down your sides, hooking into the band of your lace panties to slip them down your legs. He breaks the kiss; and with your panties twirled around his finger, he slips them into the back pocket of his jeans. The wicked curve of his lips taunts you, before he steps off the bed, leaving you high and dry.
"Noooo…" you groan as both men are physically too far away and much too dressed for your liking. You're naked and writhing on the sheets, and they're standing at the foot of the bed with their shoulders squared and their hands on their hips. "You really need to start getting naked, or I'm taking matters into my own hands." You don't know where this inner sex goddess is coming from, but your hand trails down your abdomen to brush over your mound. Slowly, you part your legs, affording them both the best view. "Come on. You Catholic boys start much too late."
Nick pulls his t-shirt over his head. All lean muscle and ripped abs with a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. He crawls toward you and kisses you once, tongues tangling briefly, before he kisses his way down your body.
He parts your legs, his eyes darkening into the shade of espresso as he marvels at your wetness. He runs his finger down your slit before sucking it into his mouth. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage; and even if you can see his chin lower and his nose disappear, even if you can sense that impending contact, it awakens your body the moment he latches onto you with his mouth. You close your eyes, your back arching, as his tongue slips between the folds.
"Oh… yes, right there!"
His lips wrap around your clit as two fingers plunge into your cunt. He curls them upwards, brushing on that spot that has your body aching in pleasure. He rolls his tongue around your clit, flicking it just like he did to your nipples. You're straining to keep your composure but it's so hard to keep yourself from free falling over the edge, when you're at the mercy of Nick's delicious mouth.
The bed dips beside you and you're forced to open your eyes. Elliot's rid of his shirt, his solid body only clothed in a pair of jeans that make his ass look even better than usual. He reaches for your face, pulling you in for a kiss as he lies on his side, supported by his elbow. His hand moves down to your neck, pressing lightly at your throat and causing you to clench around Nick's working fingers. Elliot's rough hand fondles your tits, the kiss becoming even more ferocious.
Nick rubs his fingers over your clit, his tongue diving into your saturated walls, swirling and curling into your depths. You squeeze your legs on the side of his head, wishing this talented man didn't have to live thousands of miles away. You pull on his hair with one hand, guiding him closer to your cunt, practically impaling yourself on his face. Your other hand reaches down to feel for Elliot's erection, trying to tear through his jeans. Honestly, he's so hard it wouldn't surprise you if it did.
Nick takes you over the edge, sending every nerve of your body into ecstasy. You're gushing right into his waiting mouth, seeing the warm liquid dribble down his chin. It electrifies you, forcing you to squeeze your fist around Elliot's hardness. He grunts in, both, pain and pleasure as he sucks down on your lip.
So we'll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
The ride down from your orgasm lulls you into this state of blissful delirium.
Once you open your eyes, you see both men have lost the rest of their clothes. They're kneeling on either side of you with their dicks on display. If you weren't so turned on by it, you would have probably laughed at how this looks so close to porn. You're just waiting for the pizza delivery guy to come over and join the party.
You still need to thank Nick for that skilled mouth of his. You get up on your knees to kiss him deeply, your tits pressing up against the hard planes of his chest. His cock twitches against the base of your belly, calling out for some reciprocation. Your tongue flicks against his as your fingers trace the cut lines of his hip bones, teasing the base of his shaft.
Behind you, you feel large hands sweep your hair off your shoulder. Elliot presses his lips on your shoulder blades. Below your ear, he sucks harshly then blows cool air to soothe the sharp pain. Looking over your shoulder, you search for Elliot's mouth to pull him in for a heated kiss. Meanwhile, your hand wraps around Nick's length, stroking until it feels like a velvet encased steel pole under your grip.
"I want to see you suck him off," Elliot groans, licking your bottom lip before turning your chin forward. He nudges your head low, bending you over so you're forced to support yourself on your hands and knees. The command is to take Nick's cock into your mouth, and it's hard to refuse when it's mere inches from your face, its tip glistening with a few drops of precum.
You lick your lips, taking in a calming breath as you ready yourself. But Elliot has other plans, as he pushes your head down, forcing you to wrap your lips around Nick's girth. The head hits your cheek before it can go farther down your throat.
There's a deep rumble right above you as Nick leans back, only to push his hips forward. He wraps his fist around the base and guides himself to the back of your throat. It fills you up, and you momentarily forget to breathe through your nose. You struggle for air, moaning for oxygen. The vibrations urging Nick's cock to harden and slide along your tongue.
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking you, and fighting on
"Yeah, that's right. Take his cock and suck it," Elliot says, his voice sounding like water rushing through gravel. "Mmm… You're dripping."
You feel the hot, wet slide of Elliot's cock running along your slit. He teases your entrance, just as you pull your neck back to wrap your lips around the head of Nick's dick. You sweep your tongue around the smooth tip, bobbing your head as you mimic the strokes of his hand. You're pooling between your thighs, coating Elliot with your arousal.
Nick slips his fingers through your hair, pushing it back so he can have a better view of you taking him into your mouth. There's something so gentle and loving about it, that it completely catches you off guard when you feel the rough and deep entry from behind. Elliot fills your walls before your body can adjust, your arms give out and your head falls onto Nick's lap, taking him even deeper.
Elliot burrows into your tight heat, your clenching walls squeezing by their own accord. Once settled into the root, he rolls his hips, pulls back, and slams right back into you. He drives his dick into your cunt in relentless and unforgiving thrusts.
"You're so wet… so nice and tight…"
It's all too much being filled up in more ways than one. Elliot bucks wildly into your sex, his pace having no signs of slowing down, urging that fire in your belly to spread throughout your body. Nick affords you the chance to breathe, as he pulls his cock from your mouth, tracing the head along the perimeter of your lips. You glance up to see the dark intensity in his gaze, his tanned cheeks taking on a ruby tinge.
Just when you think you've been given an opening to last a little bit longer, Elliot wraps his forearm under your waist. His hand reaches down between your legs to brush over your clit. He presses his thumb over the hardened bud, squeezing it between his fingers.
"Oh my god!"
Nick lifts your upper body, throwing your arms around his hips. He gets right back on his knees, lifting your torso off the sheets. Your nails dig into the muscles of his ass as he thrusts his cock into your waiting mouth.
Elliot is fucking you from behind while Nick is fucking your face.
What sort of strange alternate universe did you fall into? Were those months of settling for a man who couldn't satisfy you finally pay off? Was this your reward (or your punishment) for being a patient, little, good girl?
"Oh, fuck, Nick!" Gone is the sensual eroticism replaced by this hot-blooded face fucking. He pistons into your mouth, your tongue twirling around the engorged veins of his length. "Yes!" Your moan causes a shiver as Nick's cock throbs against the roof of your mouth. Elliot continues to thrust, pulling your ass at an angle where he can fuck you so deep, so good you can feel the tension coiling in your stomach. "Fuck, I'm gonna - Oh god! Niiick - El, oh fuuuck!"
The orgasm comes hard in a series of waves that have you clawing at Nick's ass, but before you can come up for air, you feel his cock throb. His hips cease to move for a second as he releases a guttural grunt, shooting his hot, salty cum down your throat. Filling up your mouth, you take it all in and swallow, licking the tip clean before releasing him. He falls on the back of his legs, his gasps for air barely audible amidst the noise of flesh slapping on flesh. You push off of him, but not before you let your tongue run along the length of his abs. You've always wanted to do that.
It's our paradise and it's our war zone…
It's our paradise and it's our war zone…
Nick slides up the bed and rests his head on the pillows, his eyes closed and a delirious smile on his face. You're taken out of your momentary admiration for your ex-partner, when your other ex-partner, pulls your back flush against his hard chest. His arm courses over your stomach to cup your breasts as he continues to bounce you on his cock.
"Fuck!" Your cries of pleasure are sure to wake the neighbors, but you can't be thinking about that right now. Not when you're getting such a delicious fucking. You're so tender between your legs, almost too sore to be taking any more of this plundering; but your sexual greed outweighs your body's cry for relief. "Jesus Christ, El!"
"Blasphemy sounds so sexy on you, Liv."
He pulls out of you, and your body doesn't know if it should be thankful for the chance to recover or frustrated because you miss his dick already. Elliot settles you down on the bed beside Nick, who's been watching you the whole time, his gaze clouded by lust and maybe even jealousy. As Elliot pushes himself back inside of you, your lower lips suck him right in, tightening around what already feels so familiar to your body. He braces himself on his forearms as he drives into you in rhythmic strokes. You turn your head to see Nick staring at your face, his upper body angling toward you. He cradles your jaw and pulls you in for a languid kiss, lips locking and tongues lazily exploring. This seems to ignite a flame inside Elliot as the momentum picks up and he slips his hand between your bodies to toy with your sensitive clit.
You didn't think you had anything left in you but the dual sensations of Nick's lips and Elliot's cock on your body has you stirring. It unwraps and unleashes an orgasm that makes you gasp and tremble. Moments later, Elliot's movements settle as he comes hard inside you, burying his head in your neck and breathing in deeply. He crashes over your body, before he rolls off the the side, his muscled chest heaving for air. It seems hard to come by, especially with the thick fog of sex looming above your heads.
The room is quiet except for the sounds of your breathing, which seem to be in synchrony.
You chuckle softly. You're not sure why exactly. It could be the absurdity of having a threesome at your age with two very attractive men. If it was going to happen, you were glad it happened with Elliot and Nick - men you trust and men you love (in different ways). You just wish when you wake up tomorrow, you could keep this arrangement until you're too old and your hip gives out. Just the idea of the three of you in a nursing home, sneaking off and fucking each other's brains out makes you laugh.
Next thing you know, you're all laughing. Cuddling into two pairs of strong arms, it's the first time in a while you can fall asleep, feeling absolutely content with life.
What else could you possibly need?
"Lucy, I'm sorry I forgot to call last night. How's Noah?"
You're in the bathroom of your hotel room, your phone pressed up to your ear as you listen to your nanny explain everything was fine. Apart from a little accident at daycare (Noah still didn't feel comfortable telling his teacher when he needed to go to the potty), your son has been his usual self. He's asked when you'd be home a few times, but he hasn't missed you enough to throw a tantrum over it. In a way, you feel kind of miffed about that.
"Don't worry about not calling," Lucy says on the other line. "I figured you were tied up at the conference."
Clearing your throat, you reply, "Yes. I was very busy…"
Once you talk to your son on the phone and he babbles about his friends, both real and imaginary, you end the call. Walking over to the sink, you splash cold water on your face. The reflection you're staring at isn't the same as it has been for almost a year now. There's a pink glow on your cheeks, and a brightness in your eyes. You don't feel the need to paste a smile on your face just to assure everyone you encounter that you're fine. This time, you feel more than fine. Dare you say it, you actually feel alive again.
You never believed in all that magical healing penis bullshit until now. Maybe the trick is having two at the same time.
When you get to the doorway, you stop in your tracks at the sight of your two naked boys cuddling in bed. Arms thrown over each other's waists, Nick's head on Elliot's shoulder, and Elliot's leg draped over Nick's thigh.
So… not gay, right?
You debate snapping a picture - not for blackmail, but for your own personal collection. You doubt this is ever going to happen again, so you might as well preserve it in memory. But you don't trust any of this iCloud business, and you can't imagine either one of these two self-proclaimed alpha males to allow you to have such damning evidence that could dismantle their fragile masculinity. Setting your phone on the desk, you climb on top of the bed and slip in between them.
The conference doesn't start for another hour, but even then, no one's taking attendance. You're tempted to play hooky for the day and prolong this dream until you have to fly out tomorrow morning. You press your back against Elliot's chest, so you can be his little spoon. Nick shifts at your movements and his eyes open, a small yawn leaving his lips. He turns his head, a crooked smile forming on his face as he realizes you're already awake.
"Mornin'."
You place your palm over his cheek, feeling the scruff against your fingertips. Kissing him softly, you inch a little closer until you can feel his morning wood brush on your inner thigh. "Someone's up early."
He bites his lip as he picks up your leg and throws it just below his hip. "You know, I still haven't fucked you." He guides his dick along your entrance, feeling your slick folds pulse in anticipation. You've always been partial to morning sex; no better way to start the day. Nick slots himself against your cunt, pushing the head slowly, before your lips suction him in. Your hand courses to the nape of his neck, gripping on his curls as he eases the rest of the way in, your walls gripping tight around him.
As you release the breath you didn't know you were holding, Nick hikes up your leg and starts fucking you nice and slow. You feel like you're in heaven as his lips coax you into a kiss, to drown out the moans he's eliciting from grinding his cock deep into your core.
You're jolted out of the peaceful bliss when you feel a hard pole prod between your ass cheeks. Your eyes fly open, as you separate from Nick's mouth. A large hand takes you by the cheek to turn your head, and you feel Elliot's lips envelop your mouth to greet you 'good morning'. You moan into the kiss as Nick's thrusts quicken, that competition starting up all over again.
Elliot pulls away just far enough that you don't have time to close your mouth. He sinks two fingers past your lips, letting your saliva coat his digits. He brings them down to your ass, teasing the hole with just the tip of his index finger. He smirks, one brow raising to ask if he should continue. You're nervous. It's been a while since you let anyone try to do you back there, and it had always been too painful to be pleasurable. Then again, you trust Elliot to be careful, to go at a pace that's comfortable to you. With Nick already pushing you over the edge from one end, it's hard to imagine what it would be like to have them both inside you at the same time. But why stop now?
"Liv?"
You take a deep breath, already knowing your answer.