Author's Note: Thank you for staying with me! This chapter has mainly Jeller interaction, with some Kallie and a teeny bit of Jallie. :)
And I definitely need to thank my head cheerleader for this fic, chibinoyume, for all of her awesome squees and enthusiasm as I was writing this whole thing. Thank you for listening to my ideas and generally being a great person!
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Kurt was stuck between euphoria and despair. Watching Jane come under Allie's talented tongue had been so hot, he'd had to close his eyes for a second to gather himself under control. He wanted her hands on him, her lips—more than anything, wanted to be deep inside her as she came again.
But even without those things, he'd already seen too much. He'd never be able to talk to Jane without needing to push away the knowledge of what he could never have again, after tonight. Knowing what her kisses felt like had been bad enough—he had no idea how he'd keep his feelings for her locked away after they'd slept together.
He was damned if he did, and doubly damned if he didn't, because even if he made excuses and left Allie to have her fun with Jane, he already knew too much.
He located the bottle of water Jane had requested, and the mostly full bottle of Scotch and three glasses Allie had directed him to grab. Maybe if Kurt drank enough tonight, he'd only wake up with hazy memories of what had happened the night before—but even as he had the thought, he knew he'd probably only drink a small amount. Not remembering the details would drive him even crazier than if every second was seared into his brain.
Allie came out of the bathroom and Jane took her place, leaving Allie and Kurt alone in the bedroom. Kurt set down the bottles and glasses, then turned to his girlfriend. "Want me to pour you one now?"
"In a little bit." Allie wound her arms around his neck, swaying against him. "So, was the drive home torturous enough for you?"
Kurt grinned and gave her a light kiss. "You haven't lost your touch with women. But somehow, I kept the car on the road."
Allie gave him a slightly more needy kiss in response, then gazed up at him. "So how do you want to play this? We could get you off now, then switch to me while you recover a little?"
I can hardly even process that this is happening, and you want to plan it out in advance? He didn't voice the thought, and nodded instead. "That could work."
"Oh, yeah, like you're not dying to get off," she teased, pressing against him.
"Probably almost as much as you." Kurt flicked open a button on her dark blue flannel shirt, amused.
"Whatever happens, we should probably strip down a little. It's gonna be way easier to undress Jane than either of us." Allie tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he allowed her to strip it off, wondering what Jane would think when she came back to find them wearing significantly less clothing.
As Allie let her hands roam over his bare chest, Kurt reminded himself that even if Jane was in the apartment with them, Allie was the one he was with. He kissed her hard, distractedly finishing with the rest of her shirt buttons, and helped her shrug out of the flannel.
Underneath, she was wearing a practical tank top, which she tugged over her head without prompting, leaving her in just her navy blue bra. "Probably a little much for Jane if we get too far along without her. Think she's having an existential crisis in the bathroom?"
"Maybe a little." Kurt glanced at the bathroom door, frowning, then turned his attention back to Allie. "If she doesn't come out soon, you should go in, make out with her, do that thing you do with your eyes…"
"What thing?" Allie gazed up at him from under her lashes, somehow managing to look innocently flirtatious and intentionally provocative at the same time.
"That thing." He tugged at her belt, unbuckling it and pulling down the zipper, while Allie trailed hot kisses over his chest. Once she was down to her bra and underwear, Kurt slid his hand down her stomach, stopping when he got to her waistband. "I don't know if I want to strip these off you myself, or watch Jane do it."
Allie kissed him hungrily, beginning to undo his jeans, just as Jane returned from the bathroom. She hesitated, seeing they were in each other's arms, in the process of undressing, but then seemed to remind herself why she'd come home with them.
"Don't let me interrupt," she said lightly, and moved past them to sit on the edge of the bed. She poured herself some water and sipped it, her eyes lingering on Kurt's bare chest and the clear ridge in his jeans, before moving on to Allie's ass.
"Don't let us leave you out," Allie said, extricating herself from Kurt's loose embrace. "I thought you couldn't wait to get out of that dress?"
Jane looked down at it with obvious annoyance. "Yeah. I could use some help, if you don't mind."
Allie beckoned for her to stand up, and pulled her closer to Kurt. "Wanna do the honours?" she asked him.
Kurt stepped around behind Jane and briefly brushed his lips over the middle oil derrick on the tattoo above his name. It was covered with make-up, but he knew her upper back tattoos well—probably better than she did. Jane subtly shivered as he slowly pulled down the zipper of the dress, parting the green fabric all the way down to her tailbone, then skimming his fingers down her exposed back. The makeup concealing her tattoos ended just below his name, and he felt cheated that he couldn't see the ink that had brought them back together after all these years.
Unable to stop himself, he worked both hands into the dress, skimming his palms up Jane's sides and around to lift her breasts. Her nipples were already hard against his fingers, and he kissed her obscured bird tattoo as she arched into his touches with a soft gasp.
Allie stepped closer and gently pushed one strap of the dress off Jane's shoulder, then the other. It pooled at their feet, unnoticed, as Allie kissed Jane's lips again. At the same time, she reached around to cup the back of Kurt's head. Her silent encouragement for him to keep tormenting Jane's neck made him smile.
As for Jane, she didn't seem to know whether to lean forward into Allie's kisses and Kurt's hands, or back against his hard-on. She seemed to have a particular weakness for neck kisses, and as she gave a soft cry, Kurt realised Allie must be teasing between her thighs again.
After a minute or two, Jane turned her head, breaking away from Allie's kiss. "Not that I'm not enjoying myself, but I already have one orgasm behind me. Shouldn't someone else get a turn?"
"But this is so much fun," Allie said, drawing back to look down at Jane's toned, tattooed body. "Wait there a minute."
Before Kurt could process that she was leaving, Allie darted off into the bathroom.
"She really knows what she wants," Jane said, laughing under her breath.
Unable to help himself, Kurt slipped one hand down into her underwear, nuzzling her neck. Wet heat met his fingertips, and he pressed harder against her ass, his cock aching. "Fuck, Jane, I want you…"
She moved one hand between them, tracing the outline of his erection through his underwear. "You feel so good," she said, her voice soft and lazy, the same way it had been when they'd kissed.
He wanted to ask her why she hadn't shown up to the park—if she'd been with another man instead, since she'd admitted she'd slept with someone recently. But there was no point. He was with Allie now, and Jane hadn't even bothered to tell him she wouldn't be there that night. Any relationship they could have had was dead. All they had was right now.
And he was going to enjoy it.
Allie returned, holding a package of something, just as he slipped the tip of one finger into Jane. His girlfriend halted in the doorway for a second, admiring the view.
"What's the plan?" he asked, impatient to move things along a little.
Allie held up the package. "Makeup wipes." She grinned at Kurt. "Just carry on as you are while I work."
"Come on, Jane. Let's sit down." Kurt pulled his hand out of her underwear to rest it on her hip, beginning to move around her towards the bed.
"In that case…" Allie stepped around behind Kurt, and he bit back a groan as she kissed her way down his spine, then pulled down his unfastened jeans. Then, before his lust-lagged mind could catch up, she pulled down his underwear too, leaving him completely naked.
"Okay. Now you can get on the bed," she said, her voice's vibrations against his ear making his skin tingle. "Sit against the headboard?"
"Yes, ma'am." Reluctantly, he let go of Jane, stepping back and out of his pants.
As he made his way over to the bed, he heard Allie murmuring something in Jane's ear, but couldn't quite make it out. Jane looked up and registered how very naked and turned on he was, and subconsciously wet her lips in anticipation, though her appraisal was almost shy.
Kurt propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back against it, wondering what the hell Allie was telling her. Fuck, he almost didn't care what happened, as long as one or both of them touched him soon.
Then Jane approached the bed, wearing only a pair of stockings clipped to an old-fashioned suspender belt, plus a pair of black boyshorts that didn't go with the stockings—yet somehow managed to be so Jane that he couldn't help but find the combination sexy.
Seeing him appraising her remaining attire, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. But I figured there was no way anyone at that party would get to see my underwear, so I didn't bother to find anything prettier."
Amused, he shook his head. "I'm not judging; I'm admiring."
Jane pushed down the underwear and suspender belt, and his desire grew as she exposed her neatly trimmed mound. Oh, fuck, she's beautiful. Then she turned her back on him and sat down on the edge of the bed to strip off one stocking, then the other.
Allie skirted the foot of the bed and approached him from the other side, still in her bra and panties. As Jane nudged his legs apart so she could sit between them, leaning back against his chest, Allie sat beside Jane on the other side, the makeup wipes nearby.
Feeling his hard shaft against her back, Jane shivered with pleasure and turned a little in his arms. "I'm following Allie's instructions right now, but I promise I'll give back everything I get in a little while."
Her lips were so close to his right now. He wanted to kiss her, but for some reason couldn't bear to, memories of their last kiss—and the hour of lonely waiting at the park it had led to—drifting to the forefront of his mind. He nuzzled her cheek instead, nipped her earlobe briefly between his teeth, and let his fingers dance up her inner thigh.
Jane had been wearing evening gloves to cover most of her arm tattoos, so the makeup started halfway up her biceps. Allie took Jane's hand and began to clean the makeup off her shoulder and upper arm, while Jane leaned her head back against Kurt's shoulder, taking a deep breath in anticipation. He slipped his fingers down between her thighs, and she spread them wider in invitation, making him wish he was in front of her instead of behind.
Allie kissed each tattoo she revealed, wiping away the makeup that obscured the inked designs below her skin. "This is the first time I'm seeing these," she told Jane, finishing with her arm and beginning to clean the makeup from her lower leg. "They're so beautiful."
Jane opened her mouth to reply just as Kurt figured out exactly how she liked to be touched. She gasped instead, pressing against him.
As Kurt worked Jane steadily into a frenzy, Allie finished with Jane's leg, then leaned over to clean the makeup off her upper chest. Of course, Allie being Allie, she took the opportunity to thoroughly tease Jane's nipple with her mouth when she was done, until Jane's muscles were bunched tight, her climax approaching fast.
She grabbed a fistful of the bedcovers, gasping his name, and Kurt couldn't help but rub against her ass, wishing he was inside her. A second later, Jane's orgasm crested, and Allie laughed softly as she cried out with ecstatic relief.
Allie kissed Jane, who was finally relaxing into the afterglow, then leaned around her to catch Kurt's lips as well. "I still have to do the other side. Give me a little more time?"
He was halfway to hell, desperate for stimulation against his demanding cock, but he nodded. "Don't take too long."
"I'm not used to just taking and not giving," Jane objected breathlessly.
"Let me finish the other side, and you can give Kurt head while I get the makeup off your back."
Kurt breathed a curse against Jane's neck, while Jane took a shaky breath. "You really don't have to do that, Allie. I know it looks a little weird to have makeup some places and not others, but…"
"I want to do it. Your skin is a work of art, Jane. I want to enjoy the whole picture while you're making me come."
Kurt's imagination immediately supplied images of what that would look like, and he nudged Allie with his knee. "Clean faster."
She grinned and pulled another makeup wipe from the package, switching to the other side of the bed to access Jane's other arm.
Kurt gently cupped Jane's mound in his palm, not wanting to overstimulate her if she was too sensitive after her first orgasm. She sighed and reached over her shoulder to run her fingers over his scalp. "That feels so good."
He closed his eyes, breathing her in, absorbing every sensory experience of this moment. Memorising what he could never have again. "What do you need, Jane?"
"Just soft…slow…"
He made sure his fingers were slick with her arousal, then followed her instructions, letting her arch into his touch, putting her in control. With every second that passed, every husky moan she gave as she drew nearer to the brink, Kurt felt his connection to her strengthening, deepening.
I should stop this now, before it gets out of control.
Yeah, like that's gonna happen, he told himself sarcastically, knowing there was nothing in this world that could make him get up and leave while Jane was naked in his arms.
She was moving faster now, rubbing harder against his fingers, and he knew she was close once more. "That's it, Jane. I got you."
A couple of heartbeats later, she came again, each strong wave of her climax tearing a cry from her throat.
He wanted to cradle her in his arms and let her fall asleep, almost as much as he wanted to tip her onto the mattress and plunge inside her, taking his own pleasure, hard and fast and deep.
"Allie?" Jane asked breathlessly, and Kurt guiltily remembered there were three of them there.
Allie laughed. "Go ahead."
Jane leaned forward, and Kurt reluctantly released her from his arms. His sense of loss was quickly replaced by anticipation, as she moved further down the bed and turned around to face him.
Jane rested her palms on each of his thighs and lightly stroked upward. Their eyes met, each seeking reassurance from the other that this was what they wanted, and then Jane trailed her fingers up over his cock for the first time.
"Jane," he somehow managed to say, as he ached for more, "don't tease."
Beside them, Allie snickered. "Patience really isn't your virtue."
He would have responded to that, but the moment his attention drifted from Jane to Allie, Jane leaned down, swiped her tongue over the head of his cock, then took him into her mouth.
Oh, fuck, yes…
As he tried to come to terms with the fact that Jane's tongue was fluttering against the underside of his shaft, Allie nuzzled his neck.
"Don't try to last for our sake," she murmured in his ear. "This is just to take the edge off, so you don't feel neglected when Jane gets me off afterwards."
He could barely understand English right then, let alone come up with a reply. Despite her slight shyness when she was the centre of attention, Jane was clearly more comfortable when she had a task to focus on. Since he was sitting up, he couldn't get a good look at what she was doing—her head was in the way. He only knew that it felt fucking amazing, and if he lasted more than two minutes, it would be a miracle.
And now Allie was wiping away the makeup obscuring the tattoo of his name on Jane's back, watching his composure steadily dissolve at the same time. He wished she was closer so he could drag her into a kiss. But she was keeping her distance for now—unusual for Allie—so he buried his fingers in Jane's hair, completely undoing her 1920s hairstyle from earlier in the night, and watched the tattoos ripple as she raised her head, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Oh, god, Jane…
Unable to think straight, he closed his eyes and focused on the feel of her lips sliding up and down his shaft, the strokes of her tongue and fingers, the suction that unwound his sanity little by little, until he could no longer stand it.
"Fuck, I'm close. Jane—" Somehow, he managed to get the words out.
Jane hummed soft acknowledgement around his cock, driving him crazy, but didn't lift her head.
Groaning, he abandoned his last shred of control, driving as deep into her mouth as she would allow as he came. As the swell of pleasure ebbed gradually away, sapping the tension from his muscles, Jane kissed the head of his cock one last time, then sat up, accomplishment and desire in her expression.
Allie leaned in to kiss his shoulder, smiling, and he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, reaching for her bra clasp. "You're overdressed."
"And under-pleasured," Jane added, reaching for her glass of water and taking a sip.
Allie shrugged out of her bra. "Okay, I will finally admit it's my turn now."
Jane hesitated. "If you'd rather I take a backseat for this one…?"
"Do you want to?" Allie asked, concern touching her face.
"It's not that; I just… You guys haven't really done much together tonight, so…" Jane glanced from Allie to Kurt.
"I'll be on standby if you need a break." Kurt cocked his head towards his girlfriend. "Go ahead."
As Allie lay down next to him and pulled Jane down to meet her kiss, Kurt grabbed the Scotch and sat back to watch his friend drive his girlfriend wild.
Friend? Is that what Jane is?
He discarded the thought. It's all she can be.
