Black Coffee, Sugar Cookies and a Press conference (M)

"So, do you think she'll want to do it again?" Dick asks flopping onto the bed behind Cassidy.

He turns in his desk chair; it just seems so unfair that he has to study for a final when he has so many more important things to deal with.

In fact, Dick should also be studying, he has to ace his physics final in order to graduate this year.

So of course he's not. The list of things Dick currently cares about is short and consists primarily of figuring out if he can bone his brother's girlfriend and keeping them out of jail.

They're too pretty for jail.

"Well?" Dick pushes, getting up on his elbows to look at him.

He sighs and turns back to his textbook, "I don't know Dick."

"But she liked it, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why wouldn't she want to do it again? I don't get it."

He shrugs, he doesn't get it entirely either, "I think it has to do with us being brothers."

Dick makes a disgruntled noise, "It's not like we kiss and make out, or anything. I mean unless she wants us to?" He can feel Dick's gaze burning into his back, like he's trying to decide if he'd make out with his own brother.

It's a surreal thing. He would have expected more sexual tension between them, after that night, but it's a minimum. It reaches a peak, he's sure, in the middle of the night.

He's woken up twice in Dick's embrace, his hard on rubbing against his own.

Those mornings are always a little awkward, but other than that rare occasion it's pretty much the same as if it had never happened; which makes him wonder if maybe there's something wrong with them.

He's pulled back from his desk, "What are you...doing..." Dick is looking down at him with dark eyes and a wet mouth.

Christ, he's not...

Dick leans down slowly and carefully captures his brother's mouth. It's slow and gentle, and scares him. It feels like too much, like he's being flooded. He doesn't mean to, but he kisses him back, a hand twisting in Dick's stupid pretty hair.

Mac is so much rougher than this and she tastes of sugar cookies, the rough biting nature of her offset spectacularly by the gentle sweetness of her taste.

Dick is so very different, slow and smouldering, slowly sucking the life out of him and tastes of black coffee.

Dick's fingers are soft against his skin, ghosting gently across his face and neck, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt.

His brain is made of fog; he fights to clear it, standing, pushing rough against Dick, teeth in his lip and grazing his tongue.

Dick moans and it's echoed by a moan he has committed to memory.

They pull apart, panting for breath, red in the face, and stare at Mac who's standing in the doorway with an arm full of books with a pretty white sundress on, like she was hoping one of them would ask her to the ice cream social.

"I just came by to help you study..."

He feels like they should make excuses about what was happening, put her mind to ease, but nothing is coming to mind. All that he can think about is how much he wants to taste her, sugar cookies and black coffee seem like a perfect match.

"You like that, don't you?" Dick's voice is a low rumble of sound, and he's sure those nights of no sexual tension are out the window.

"I..." She steps further into the room, closing the door behind her, locking it, "I'm not sure... Maybe you should try again..." She's moving towards them, arms still weighed down by books.

Dick grabs a hold of him, turning him towards him.

"On the bed." She finishes and both boys turn to look at her. She looks at them darkly and he knows that bad Mac is visiting.

"On the bed?" Dick echoes, but all she does is nod.

He pulls Dick to the bed and pushes him down onto it. He looks down at him for a second and feels powerful, and it only grows when he notices that Dick's hard.

He climbs onto the bed, resting on Dick's hips, leaning over him. Dick raises his head urgently to press his mouth against him, there's something beautifully urgent in his movements now, his fingers desperate for Cassidy's skin. His hips rise against him, pushing and rubbing frantically.

He pulls away and turns to Mac who's watching with bitten lip and wide eyes.

"The view is better over here, Cindy." He tells her, surprised at how deep his voice is.

Mac moves to the bed and sits at the far edge, as far away from them as possible while still being on the bed.

That just won't do. He leans out and grabs her arm, pulling her into the incestuous mess she's created.

She falls between them, hard against Dick's chest, and he watches as Dick pulls her into a kiss while he practically ruts against his brother.

Mac must be in that fog that Dick's kisses produce because she lets Cassidy move her so the she's straddling Dick as well.

Cassidy can't help the moan that escapes his mouth as he slides the light white material up her body, his hot hands on her trembling legs.

She's wet and he runs a finger up the damp fabric.

It rips her away from Dick's mouth with a moan.

"We shouldn't..." She tries breathlessly, but she's working to get Dick's shirt off.

Dick leans up and, for a frightened second, he thinks he'll fall off the bed, but Dick's hand is quickly on his side to steady him. They are all pressed together as Dick is divested. Dick's mouth is against Mac's neck and then, without warning, his own mouth before he falls back down onto the bed, taking them all with him.

One of Dick's hands runs down Mac, but he doesn't stop to investigate that quickly growing wetness. His hand is on Cass' belt, pulling and twisting until it pops open like fucking magic.

He had always thought that Dick's overactive sex life was kind of a joke, but he's thankful for it now. He's out of his pants and underwear; hot, bare and throbbing in his brother's hand, pressing against his brother's still concealed member and his girlfriend's underwear.

"You should just stop wearing underwear." He tells her, sliding them out of the way with a hand. He can't see what she's doing, exactly, but her arms are between her and Dick. It's not until Dick moans and hits them with his own hard dick that he realizes that she's been touching him.

She's slick and Dick is pulling him towards her. He quickly pushes Dick's hand away and slides into the space between them rather than in like he wants to.

She didn't say so.

"Cassidy..." She gasps out. Is that a do it? Is that a fuck her? Right here? Her first time on top of his brother.

"You're sure?"

She sure feels sure, slick and hot, and the fiction from Dick added to her is driving logical thought out of his brain.

"Condom?"

"Drawer." He points to the far end of the bed. Too fucking far away, they'll have to disconnect in order for any of them to reach it.

She twists out of the threesome, leaving it a twosome with her leg awkwardly laid across Dick.

He makes to move, but Mac shakes her head and moves to grab the drawer.

Dick is panting and thrusting slowly up against Cassidy, pulling his attention back to the blonde below him. He looks fucking amazing, lost to logical thought, driven by desperate need alone and right now that need is his own flesh and blood.

"Cass..." He gasps out and he's begging him to touch him, to do something, anything to him.

He could fuck Dick right now and all he'd do was moan and fucking love it. He finds he'd really consider it if he wasn't wearing too many clothes, his brother's jeans keeping him from crossing that kind of line.

He slides his hand down Dick anyway, slips into his jeans, no underwear, of course.

"Cassidy." Dick moans and lifts, granting him access. He readies two fingers, wet from the journey down his stiff cock. His two fingers are prodding at Dick's hole and the older boy is moaning like he needs this more than life.

Hell, he might need this more than life, too, because his brother is a glorious mess for him.

Mac grabs a hold of his wrist and it pulls their attention back to her. She's emptied the drawer on the bed and she's practically panting.

"What?" He asks gasping.

"No condoms." She tells him flatly, she would sound pissed if she wasn't still so hungry for them.

"What? There has to be, I bought a box a couple months ago..." They both look down at Dick who is looking awfully shy for someone whose cock is out, and has his little brother's hand down his pants.

"I was mad at you..."

"You little bitch-" Cassidy pushes a finger hard into his brother and the noise he makes rips across the room. A roar of noise, bucking hips, and sprayed cum.

Apparently Dick really does like butt stuff.

Noted.

Mac pulls his hand out and pulls him off of Dick. They both sit there next to him, surrounded by stained wet fabric and the random contents of his bedside drawer.

Wow, yeah, that's a box of bullets and some detonation caps just laying leisurely right next to Mac's hand.

They watch Dick come down until Mac kicks him in the leg.

"Well what the hell are we supposed to do?"

She's upset and he can see the frustration based off the way she's holding herself.

The blond pushes himself up into a sitting position and grabs a hold of both of them. He kisses them in quick succession.

Mac pushes angrily at him, but he just smiles at them.

"Will you nerds chill? I have some in my room."

Dick tucks himself back into his pants and makes for his room across the hall.

"So we're doing this then?" Cassidy asks looking over at her.

"Yeah, it looks that way." She looks at him and picks up his hand so she can fiddle with his fingers, moving them slowly this way and that with her own, "We should have sex just the two of us first." She tells him firmly.

"Okay." He's actually pretty glad to hear that, he would have pushed Dick out of the way if it had come to it.

Dick opens the door all the way, the box of condoms loose in one hand, the door tight in the other.

"What?"

"Kendall's watching the news again..."

"And?"

"They found evidence that Woody caused the bus crash."

He can see how hard Dick is trying to not look directly at him, or to even look pleased with this turn of events.

"The mayor? Why..." Mac asks, quietly moving from the bed, her hand slowly slipping from Cassidy's.

"I didn't hear..."

She nods at this and slips out of the room, no doubt to go watch the press conference.

Dick closes the door behind her, tosses the box of condoms to the bed and leans back against the door.

"What's the matter?" He asks nervously.

"He's gone."

"What?"

"Something about his plane being gone and they can't find him. He's on the run."

"It's okay, Dick."

"It's not. It's not okay. That bastard should be dead." It looks like Dick's about to cry. In fact, he's sure of it.

Cassidy rushes off the bed and pulls Dick to him.

"It's okay, Dick."

"But he got away." His voice is thick and he folds around Cassidy, hands full of his shirt.

"Not forever. This is why we wired his plane. They'll find that asshole, he's too stupid to hide from everyone, and when he comes back..."

"Boom." Dick whispers and detaches himself from Cassidy.

"Yeah."

He's wiping his eyes when the door bursts open again. Mac is standing there, taking them in quickly before the words pour out of her mouth, "He's a child molester! There were kids on the bus that wanted to come clean! He's on the run, but I just got a message from Veronica. Her dad's leaving right now to go find that bastard."

He thinks he'd prefer if Woody just stayed gone and everything was pinned on him anyway, Keith Mars would find him, he knew he would. The guy was too good.

"Why are you guys standing so close?" She asks pointing between the two of them and stepping fully into the room, closing and locking the door behind her, "You didn't start again without me, did you?"

He honestly doesn't feel even remotely into it right now, no matter how pretty Mac looks all flushed in her white dress.

"You didn't dress up for us, did you?" He asks as Dick steps forward and starts examining the dress, running his fingers along and under all the edges, peaking at what's hidden beneath.

"No. I came straight from church." She slaps playfully at Dick's hands.

"Church? You don't go to church."

"I do since my mother noticed I kept losing my underwear here."

He and Dick both break out in laughter.

"So your parents are making you go to church with them?"

"That can't be that bad." Cassidy isn't sure if he wishes he hadn't said that or not. Her entire stance shifts, hands on hips, upset.

"Next time you can come with and hear all about just exactly what kind of hell we're in for."

"Why do you even go?" Dick asks running a flat hand along the back of the dress, and Mac has to bite her lip for a moment before she can answer.

"Because otherwise they are going to do everything in their power to stop me from going to the grad party and I'd rather not start the next chapter in my life estranged."

"The grad party? God is that soon?"

"Yes." Both Dick and Mac confirm.

"We should get a hotel room." She is grabbing nervously at the edge of her dress, unintentionally pulling it up, showing soft pale skin.

"I'm glad you think so because I already got one." He'd booked it when he'd first heard about the grad party.

But what about Dick... He'd booked it before Dick was really a variable and now his brother is looking at them both, wondering the same thing.

"What do we do with Dick?" He asks her, trying not to notice the hand gesture that his brother is giving in response.

"Well he can't go up with us. I don't want to start college as that girl whose first time was with two brothers."

"First time... You want to do it for the first time there?" It seemed like the most important part of what she said. He knew that there might be problems if anyone other than Kendall figured out what was going on here, but he also knew that anyone who said something disparaging about Mac wouldn't be saying anything else soon.

She's looking sheepishly at her shoes and nods, "It's okay if we wait for the actual stuff, right?" She looks up at them and it's like an arrow straight into him, her eyes are dark and scared, nervous and gorgeous.

If she wanted to wait years he would.

Dick responds first, "Of course it's okay, why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know. Guys don't like to wait."

"I've already waited three years for you." Dick tells her and she flushes a little at that, "We love you; we'd wait forever if you wanted."

Her smile is bright and sudden, and she wraps her arms around Dick, grabbing onto Cassidy as well.

She doesn't say that she loves them too, but it feels like she does and that's all he needs right now.

"So what about Dick?"

She shrugs, "He should just enjoy the party a little longer and then come up to join us. I'm sure the hotel staff has seen weirder things."

"Sounds good."

"Sounds great." Dick leans down and picks up Mac. Cassidy watches surprised, secretly hating how easy it is for Dick to do.

He drops her onto the bed and falls onto it after her.

Dick turns to look at him, "Get over here."

Cassidy moves closer to the bed and is surprised when Dick grabs a hold of his belt and tosses him onto the bed, as well.

"What are you doing?" Mac asks quietly.

Dick smiles and pulls off her underwear, with an ease that he swears must be magic, and tosses it over his shoulder.

"Hey! You better rememb-" the reprimand disappears into a moan as Dick's fingers slid into her.

He reaches over for Cassidy with his free hand and lays him down next to his girlfriend.

His pants are open in an instant and Dick's fingers are slow and hot against his quickly hardening cock.

"No one can say I'm a selfish lover." Dick tells them.

He can't help it, "Everyone says that about you Dick."

"Shut up." Dick sticks out his tongue at him and, God help him, he can't help but think what better use that could be put to.

As if reading his mind, Dick pulls his fingers out of Mac, causing her to make the most adorable little frustrated sound. Dick pulls her until she's on top of Cassidy.

He can't really see what Dick is doing around Mac, who's got her fingers digging into him.

"If I lose another pair of-" she lets out a moan, body arching, pushing her against him wonderfully.

He means to say something to her, to calm her about her underwear situation, to promise to buy her more, but all thought is out the window when something wet and hard and soft runs up him.

Dick is tentatively licking him and, from the squirming that Mac is doing on top of him, probably her as well.

It's really too bad that no one can know how grateful a lover his brother actually is. Dick's hot, wet mouth encases him and he changes his mind.

He doesn't want anyone to know how giving Dick actually is. He wants this all for himself and Mac. This must be the difference between just fucking someone and actually loving them. He runs a careful hand through Mac's hair and presses a sloppy kiss to her skin.

"I love you."

The thick words pull her eyes to him and a soft smile cross her face, suppressing the moans for a moment.

"I love you, too."

Dick's stops his administrations and his mouth comes away from him.

"Hey!?"

"You, too. Love you, too." He tells him urgently, his hips thrusting up trying to get back into that beautiful warmth.

"That's right you do." And for good measure he sends a hand hard across Mac's exposed bottom, sending her over an edge that he thinks she's been sitting precariously on since the condom search.

Dick takes his time cleaning her up with his tongue, Mac against his chest, fingers twisting, breath hot and quick, eyes half closed. He wraps his arms around her and when Dick's mouth returns to him it doesn't take long for him to come hard in his brother's mouth.

Dick swallows and he makes a tired note to bug him about that later.

Dick flops onto the bed next to them and slides Mac, half conscious, into the tiny space between them so that she's on both of them, but what surprises Cassidy the most is that Dick holds his hand.

"Boom." Dick smirks at him, squeezing his hand.

"Boom." He returns with a nod.

"Boom." Mac echoes, lifting one hand and recreating an explosion with her fist.