A/N: Explicit stuff ahead. :)

Steve and Jasper had agreed to wait. They had no intention of spoiling whatever it was that the three of them had going by rushing into the physical aspect of the relationship without everyone being prepared for it. The fact of the matter was, Phil had yet to be cleared by his doctor for this kind of activity. So Steve feigned needing more time before taking that step forward in their relationship, which wasn't really all that hard considering he was a virgin, and Jasper was always quick to play along.

They should have figured that they weren't fooling Phil. When the older agent called them out on it, they simply explained it was because they hadn't wanted him to feel like he was holding the relationship back. They were only too happy to wait for him. They had expected him to understand even if he was a little grumpy about it, but his reaction was nowhere even close.

Apparently Phil had other plans.

"Now line up, just like that, yes. And press in slowly. Slowly… stop. Give him time to adjust."

Steve trembles as he pauses with the tip of his dick inside Jasper, waiting for the order to proceed. Phil's hand is on the small of his back, warm, steady, reassuring. He can see that this waiting is wrecking Jasper just as much as it's wrecking him and knowing that stirs something in him.

"Go," Phil says. "Go slowly, make sure he's comfortable. Jasper, be sure to tell him if he's hurting you."

Apparently it's all Jasper can do to nod in response, gripping the sheets as Steve enters him torturously slow. It's too slow, and Phil knows it, the bastard.

"Phil, don't be a sadist," Jasper gasps.

Steve hears Phil's soft chuckle.

"Steve, push in all the way."

He hesitates, afraid of really hurting Jasper, but then Phil's hand is pushing on his lower back, encouraging him. So he takes a deep breath and does as Phil says.

"Jesus, God, fuck, yes."

Amidst Jasper's fervent swearing, Steve moans, long and loud and undone. He stays where he is, pressed in as deep as he can go, focusing on the tight heat surrounding him.

"Does he feel good?" Phil asks, his lips pressed to Steve's ear. "I bet he does. He's probably tight as anything, aren't you, Jasper?"

Steve shivers, biting his lower lip as the words go straight to his cock and the muscles around him twitch. He doesn't have to look at Jasper's face to know they're both getting off on this, on having Agent Coulson in control. Steve's not sure he'll ever be able to listen to Phil over the coms again. He feels Phil's hands on his hips, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles.

"Now, roll your hips. Yes, just like that. Nice and slow, take your time," Phil instructs encouragingly. "All right, now rock back and forward. Back and forward, drawing out a little more each time. Good. Good, you're doing so well. Isn't he doing well, Jasper?"

"God, yeah," Jasper sighs.

Steve can see Jasper wants to say something else, but he holds himself back. And Steve knows why: neither of them are doing anything until Phil tells them.

"Do you want him to go faster?" Phil asks with a knowing smile.

"Please," Jasper says, determined not to whine.

"Fuck him harder," Phil says, his voice in Steve's ear again.

With a groan, Steve obeys, letting his body take over, giving into instinct. He thrusts with wild abandon, his hips snapping roughly and harder still with each new moan and string of profanity he forces out of Jasper. He's panting, getting lost in the unfamiliar sensation of being inside another human being, when he feels Phil guide his hand away from Jasper's hip and across his abdomen until his fingers brush the blunt head of the agent's cock.

"I want you to touch him, Steve," Phil says.

Steve obeys without any further prompting, wrapping his hand around Jasper's hitherto neglected dick, smearing the copious amounts of precome from the tip as he thumbs the head. Jasper groans, clenching around him as he proceeds to stroke him carefully.

"Stop."

Phil's hands are on his waist, and his hips come to a stuttering halt as he stops stroking.

"Pull out," Phil says.

Steve does so, much to Jasper's displeasure.

"Phil, come on," Jasper moans. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"I know very well that you have better control than that, Jasper. Be patient and no whining," Phil says. "Or would you rather I let Steve come already?"

Steve realizes he was right at the edge without even having noticed. He might have felt embarrassed if not for the fact that Phil's hands are running up his back, massaging his shoulders.

"Deep breaths, in and out," Phil says. "Keep stroking him, but don't enter him again. Not just yet. Keep breathing, focus on my voice."

Steve does as he's told, feeling himself gradually draw back from the edge with Phil's coaching. Jasper is carefully maintaining control, refusing to squirm beneath him. Phil moves from his side momentarily, crouching beside the younger agent. His hand joins Steve's, working Jasper's cock in a practiced, almost familiar fashion. Steve can't hear what Phil whispers, he just knows that it gets Jasper gasping and bucking upwards into their hands, before Phil settles back with a satisfied glimmer in his eyes.

"Go on, Steve," Phil says.

Steve doesn't need to be told twice, thrusting back inside Jasper with one, smooth motion. The agent gasps again, writhing against him as Steve picks up his prior pace, pounding into him enthusiastically. Jasper's so receptive, so responsive, taking everything Steve's giving him and only wanting more of it, that Steve can hardly stand it.

"I don't know… how much longer I…" Steve pants, not sure he can stop now if Phil asks again.

"Don't worry. You're doing fine," Phil assures him, his hand covering Steve's. "Twist your wrist on the upward stroke, like this."

Jasper cries out at that, his hips bucking upward, the muscles around Steve's cock twitching erratically.

"You'll get him there, just hold back a little longer," Phil says. "You're almost there. You're both almost there."

"Phil… I can't…" Steve gasps, feeling himself teetering on the edge.

"Come for him, Jasper," Phil says.

"Christ, Steve…!"

There's a warm wetness spilling over his fist as the muscles around him clench so tight, so tight, so hot and tight and he can't…

"Do it. I want you to come in him, Steve," Phil says in his ear, calm and steady as always.

And he's done in. With a howl, he comes, spilling himself inside Jasper, his hips thrusting jerkily until eventually they're both spent and sticky and satiated. Steve slumps forward, kissing Jasper slow and wet, feeling Phil's hand gently trace his spine. The high begins to wear off and under Phil's instruction, he pulls out slowly, earning a satisfied groan from Jasper, before he rolls to the side. Phil is watching them both with open affection. He runs a hand between Jasper's thighs, his fingertips coming back sticky with Steve's come. With a hum, he drags his fingertips through the semen on the younger agent's stomach.

"That's a good look for you, Jasper," he says smugly.

To Steve's surprise, Jasper flushes slightly, covering his face with one hand. Jasper is the smart aleck of their trio, always ready with a snappy comeback or a clever jibe. It's rare to see him caught off guard like this and Steve finds he rather likes it.

"You're an ass," he says.

"And you love it," Phil says.

"That we do," Steve says, leaning across Jasper to kiss Phil soundly.

He's a little perplexed when Phil jumps suddenly, groaning into his mouth. Breaking away for a brief moment, he looks down and sees why. Jasper's made quick work of his partner's fly, pulling out his hardened member and stroking it firmly.

"Jasper," Phil says warningly.

"Your physician said no sex, he said nothing about a blowjob," Jasper responds, pressing him gently back until he's propped against the pillows. "I don't know about Steve, but I have no intention of leaving you with blue balls."

Phil looks hesitant until Steve's kissing him and Jasper's nipping at his neck, tugging the collar of his shirt down to get access to his collarbone. Steve draws back, pressing one last kiss to Phil's lips and one to his temple.

"Let us take care of you," he says.

Phil draws a shaky breath, but nods. Steve can't decide what's more appealing: the look on Phil's face or the sight of Jasper's lips wrapped around his cock. He picks up where Jasper had left off, kissing and sucking along Phil's jawline, his hand sliding up under the agent's shirt, running his fingers along his stomach and up further through sparse chest hair and over peaked nipples. He purposely avoids the scar on the left side of Phil's chest, knowing the area is still healing and still tender in more ways than one.

Phil doesn't last long, his cry of completion lost in Steve's mouth as the soldier steals his lips when he comes. He kisses him through the aftershocks, pulling back so the agent can catch his breath. Phil's face is pressed to his shoulder as he pants softly. Jasper joins them a moment later and Steve can't help but reach out to swipe at the come that had dribbled down the younger agent's chin with his thumb.

"I think that's an even better look for you," Steve says with a grin.

Jasper rolls his eyes and bites the tip of Steve's thumb before settling beside them, squeezing Phil's thigh fondly.

"You okay?" he asks.

Phil just nods drowsily, apparently worn out from even that much and still catching his breath. Steve shifts, rolling Phil onto his side and scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Stay here, I'm going to grab something to get us cleaned up," he tells Jasper.

After he's cleaned himself off, he returns with a damp cloth to take care of Jasper. He can't help but stare as he wipes his own come from between the agent's legs, the tips of his ears going pink at the mere thought of how it had gotten there in the first place. He feels the Jasper's fingers in his hair as he finishes, folding the cloth neatly and setting it aside. Jasper nods towards Phil, who is still lying on his side.

"Help me get him undressed," he says.

Steve quirks an eyebrow at that until he gets a good look at Phil.

"He's asleep," Steve exclaims in amazement.

"Yeah, he was out like a light before you even made the bathroom," Jasper says, gently rolling the slumbering agent onto his back.

Steve frowns as pulls Phil's unclasped belt out of the loops. "Do you think that maybe we shouldn't have done that?"

"He'll be fine. It got him to sleep," Jasper says.

"Wait, wait," Steve says, not pausing as he tugs Phil's pants off. "Are you saying you did… that… to get him to sleep?"

"No," Jasper says, unbuttoning Phil's shirt. "Not entirely anyway. I wanted to, I didn't want him to be left out. But yeah, I knew it would get him to sleep."

Steve huffs a laugh as he props the sleeping agent against him so Jasper can slip his shirt off. Eventually they've got Phil down to his t-shirt and boxers, nestled safely between them as they lie in bed. Steve lies on his side, watching Jasper watch Phil.

"He's really out of it, huh?" Steve murmurs.

Jasper hums the affirmative.

"You don't like that," Steve gleans.

"I know he needs it and it's a hell of a lot better than the alternative. I'm just not used to it. It's not like him," Jasper says. "He's a light sleeper. The first time I ever saw him sleeping was in a hotel during a mission in Vancouver. He decided to take the chair by the door for the night, so I was going to try to take his tie off. You know, make him more comfortable? I got within a foot of him and he nearly broke my wrist."

"You talk about it like it was love at first sight," Steve says with a grin.

"There's nothing sexier than a man who could kill you in his sleep," Jasper agrees with a smirk.

It's strange how the good humor is suddenly wiped off the agent's face. He's grown too used to Jasper's easy smile and playful personality; watching the moment rob him of that feels out of place. Phil and Jasper had been together before Steve had come along and it's times like this that he's reminded of that fact. Phil's death had hurt him greatly, but it had wrecked Jasper.

"Don't get me wrong, it's good to see him sleep like this for once in his life, but it's unsettling. Because it's not him. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"I think I understand," Steve says. He feels Phil's chest rise and fall beneath his hand, feels his heartbeat against his palm. "I keep telling him he's pushing himself too hard."

"He wouldn't be Phil Coulson if he didn't," Jasper responds with a heavy sigh.

"I suppose he wouldn't," Steve agrees. "I want to talk to him about it tomorrow, after his doctor's appointment. I was thinking if we both brought it up over lunch he might be more apt to listen."

"We can try it," Jasper answers.

They lapse into silence, Steve's hand nudging Jasper's from where they lie on Phil's chest until their fingers are interwoven. Part of him still wonders how this all happened, how it became his new 'normal.' The rest of him is telling that part to kindly shut up and not look a gift horse in the mouth. He's happy, Phil and Jasper are happy, there's no need to go questioning it. Looking across Phil, he can see that Jasper's eyes are closed. They should all sleep, really. It's been a very long week.

"Jasper?"

"Mmm?"

"Thank you. For tonight. I know I'm not, well… this isn't my area of expertise, so thank you."

Jasper's dark eyes are open now, focused on him. That's something he and Phil share; that quiet intensity, the kind that makes you feel like you're the only person in the room.

"That's not something you ever have to thank me or anyone else for," Jasper says, squeezing his hand tightly. "Remember that."

There's a conviction in that statement that makes Steve curious, makes him wonder why Jasper is so insistent. But instead of dwelling on it he just squeezes back.

"I will," he promises.

That seems good enough for Jasper, who closes his eyes once again, settling back beneath the covers. Steve waits until Jasper's breathing evens out, joining Phil's. He lies awake for a time, just listening, focusing on the both of them beside him before he drifts off, too.