Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! I'm honestly not sure where it's headed but I feel it might be a more realistic story. Probably will be a slow-burn for the main couple, if I'm able to resist. At this point, until things are more written out, it's an OC/? story. Officially this is a Dean/OC/Roman story.
"Hey guys, would you wanna watch a movie?" Leecie asked, toweling off her hair as she entered the bedroom.
She stopped in surprise as she saw Joe pulling on a gray sweater while Jon pulled on jeans.
"Uh, what's going on?" she asked meekly.
A panicked feeling slammed into her gut and she wondered if she just walked in on them preparing to leave her. That was probably it. They were tired of her and how spazzy and boring she was.
"Gonna run to the store. Walmart is open all night right?" Jon asked.
"Mm-hmm," she replied softly.
Joe looked over as she leaned against the wall and she avoided his eyes as she tried to stop the pain in her heart. It was probably some ploy so they could leave without her hurting until they didn't come back. All their dirty clothes were gone and suitcases zipped shut, probably packed and ready to go. She must have ruined their perfect escape. Suddenly her chin was pushed up. Green eyes met stone blue ones and she sucked in a sharp breath at the concerned look on his face.
"What's wrong baby girl?" he murmured.
"Don't lie and say it's nothing because you look sad as fuck," Jon called out as he left the room.
She blushed while he smirked slightly before his hands grabbed hers. She marveled as the softness of his skin as he led her to the bed.
"Sit," he ordered gently.
Leecie sighed and pushed her hair back as she sat, trying not to show her fluctuating emotions. If they wanted to leave, she would let them. No use in being a big cry baby.
"What's going through that pretty mind of yours?" he questioned.
Licking her lips, she sighed before saying, "If you guys wanna go, you don't have to try to sneak away. I-I won't make a big deal of it."
Unbidden tears were blinked away. Of course they would crop up when she didn't want them.
"What? Please repeat that."
His voice was deadly calm and she managed to repeat the first two words but was cut off by her own gasp as she went back. Before she could even figure out what had happened, lips were on hers. A hand cupped her jaw and held her from moving away as his lips moved against hers. Her heart slammed against her rib cage rhythmically when he nipped at her bottom lip. She finally began responding with a soft whine. Sure, they had agreed to this, but she was still in disbelief that he was kissing her, especially so passionately, on her bed, while she was in just sleep shorts and a tank top. Jesus her ovaries might explode if she wasn't careful. His mouth, though larger than hers, was incredibly gentle as they exchanged kisses.
"Come on Joe, you can kiss our woman silly when we get back. I really wanna get that stuff," Jon said.
Joe pulled back with a low groan. Feeling the heat come to her cheeks, she opened her eyes and saw his blue ones already staring down.
"We'll be back, don't worry," he murmured, "Don't be so quick to think we're going to abandon you either."
"That's what was wrong? Man, he's right Leec. You're fucking amazing. If I didn't have a show to get to after Christmas, I'd wanna stay even longer," Jon said as Joe climbed off the bed.
Jon came over and kissed her fiercely, a complete and total opposite of what Joe had just done, but it slowly became gentle and more intimate until the need to breathe parted them. He pressed one last kiss before the two grinned at her and left the room, leaving her a mess of emotions and sexual frustrations on the bed.
…
Apparently the two had really wanted to get in the festive mood and went to pick up a few holiday items. Alcoholic eggnog, pumpkin vodka which was her choice when Joe texted her asking what alcohol she liked, a gingerbread house set, mistletoe, and fuzzy Christmas socks. Jon said sweaters we overrated and socks were a much better option and Leecie was pretty much in agreement. They had just gotten the pre-baked gingerbread house together and a few glasses of alcohol down when a prank was pulled. Jon reached over and smeared icing all across Leecie's cheek, making her squeak in shock and disbelief.
"Oh, oops," Jon said, laughing as his face grew red from holding back, "I- uh- I think I got something on you."
"You prick!" she squeaked, reaching out to return the favor with some of her left over icing.
She was too slow, thanks to the alcohol and his much better physical shape. Instead she ended up slapping the table.
"Damn it," she grumbled to herself.
"Come here," Joe said, tugging on her arm.
Curious, she let herself be pulled over and Joe's hands cupped her face, yanking her close.
"Let me help baby," he rumbled.
It happened before she could react. His face neared hers and then she felt his tongue slide up her cheek. Her breath drew in shakily as he repeated the action and her panties immediately grew damp between her legs.
"Oh, oh my god," she whimpered.
Teeth nipped along her cheek until they came to her jaw and moved up her ear.
"You taste so sweet," he whispered, kissing on her earlobe, "I bet you taste even sweeter between those thighs."
Holy fuck. Her heart skipped a beat as she jerked back, breasts heaving as she stared at him in lust and need.
"Don't say things you won't act on," she murmured.
He smirked and suddenly reached down, hooking his fingers behind her knees and jerking her to the edge of the chair so her knees draped over his thighs.
"I would be glad to act on that baby girl. Quite frankly I've been thinking about it since last night but I didn't wanna push you."
Her mouth became dry and she licked her lips to fix it, but it only drew his eyes to her mouth. Out of nowhere her hair was yanked back and lips crashed down hard on hers, Jon's tongue shoving between them. Fingers ran up her naked thighs to the hem of her shorts and she moaned against Jon's lips. She must be dreaming. All the times before when she thought she was dreaming were nothing compared to this. This was wet, horny dream material. A startled moan tore from her throat as fingers found her wet undies and pressed along her slit.
"Damn Leecie, your panties are so wet already."
She was almost embarrassed but his fingers slipped beneath the material as Jon's hand groped at her breast hard and she was breathless again. Finally their lips parted enough to exchange heavy pants on each other lips. Jon's head dipped to her ear quickly.
"You want him to lick your pussy, don't you babe?"
Whimpering, she refrained from screaming out a yes, but only just barely.
"Come on, say it. You know you want it. His tongue is fucking huge, bet it'd feel great on that sweet little clit of yours, huh?"
"Oh god," she breathed, biting her lip as fingers found said nub.
"You gotta tell me baby," Joe rumbled.
"F—Fuck, yes," she whined.
That was all she said before he picked her up on his waist and stalked up to the bedroom, Jon shutting the door behind them. She was gently place on the bed before Joe climbed over her, kissing her hard. A moan slipped out as his tongue dominated hers. His hand moved up her arm to her neck where he swiftly dropped lower. Her shirt was gone quickly before he sat up on his knees and removed his own, her eyes roaming hungrily over his sculpted broad body. A body climbed on the bed next them and suddenly Jon was kissing her again, rough and domineering with hands tugging her locks as she reciprocated eagerly. Fingers yanked down her pants and underwear swiftly.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
Jon's fingers deftly pinched and pulled at her nipple, causing her back to arch into his touch, wanting more and yet enjoying it so much.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Joe growled as he grabbed her legs again, "You don't know just how fucking tempting you are."
Jon pulled their lips apart and agreed softly as he bit on her neck.
"I- Oh fuck!"
Joe's fingers slid down and roughly over her clit before plunging into her sopping wet hole. He groaned along with her moan as she felt heat burst across her body.
"Damn Leecie," Jon crooned, "You're all fucking red. Do you like how Joe touches you?"
"Yes! Oh god yes!" she whimpered, unashamed by this point.
She jerked with a whimpering moan as her world spun when Joe's tongue suddenly lapped along her sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Mmm, make that noise again baby girl," Joe growled.
He repeated his actions and she fell back, unable to move; Only able to focus on the feelings his tongue stirred in her body. The differences between the two men's skills weren't far apart, but their styles were drastically different. Jon was fast while Joe took his time, licking every inch his tongue could touch as he stroked designs against her nub.
"Fuck Joe, you should see her face. So fucking gorgeous," Jon groaned.
She felt Joe pull back then heard him moan something before speaking again.
"You taste so wonderful Leecie, you know that baby girl? So. Fucking. Delicious."
Every word was punctuated with a long lick, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Her boiling point was rapidly approaching as his fingers quickened in her pussy and his tongue worked in languid movements.
"She's close."
"You gonna cum for me baby?" Joe growled.
Her world floated far away as his mouth practically devoured her body; his mouth and fingers suddenly working in a rough, rapid tandem. His hand came up and gripped her hip hard, stopping her movement as he roughly sucked and nipped, pulling her orgasm closer.
"Shit, fuck J-Joe. Ohmygod!"
His tongue danced deliciously over her clit before sucking hard as his fingers crooked up against her sweet spot. Jon's lips suddenly found her untouched nipple. With a wanton cry, her climax struck and her body crashed hard. The most amazing sensations swirled around her body as she writhed and moaned, crying Joe's name as her hand came down to grab his soft hair. He kept licking and sucking her dry until her orgasm began to wane and she let go of him with a pitiful whine. Joe and Jon pulled away, Joe gently climbing over her body and kissing her hard.
"Sleep baby," he murmured as her eyes fluttered shut.
"But-"
"But nothing, sleep," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
…
Leecie woke to whispered voices talking above her head, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. Groaning, she rolled over just to face plant in a chest. Eyes opening, she saw the pale skin and muscular chest and knew it was Jon.
"Why are you guys awake?" she grumbled in annoyance.
"Sorry toots," Jon murmured, pressing a kiss to her head.
Heaving a sigh, she pulled back enough to see his face, which had an easy smile on it.
"Why aren't you guys sleeping?" she asked.
"It's only one am, old habits die hard," Jon replied with a shrug.
"We're used to being up late on nights off," Joe explained from behind her.
His arm wrapped around her waist and a kiss was planted onto her shoulder.
"Mmm, okay."
Comfortable with the explanation, she snuggled back into the sheets, happy with how she could feel both of them on either side.
"By the way, happy Christmas eve," she mumbled out, flashing a small smile.
"Happy? Don't you mean merry?" Joe asked.
"We say happy Christmas rather than merry Christmas," she replied, "We gotta be unconventional you know?"
"Hmm, happy Christmas eve then," Joe said back.
"Happy Christmas eve," Jon added, "Just so you know, we're taking you guys out to breakfast."
Surprised, she almost questioned him, but just decided to let it go because she was still incredibly tired. It could wait until a decent hour.
