A/N: OKAY MAJOR CONTENT WARNING! This is dirty, filthy, nasty-read at your own risk! Over 18, fr! Yes, Jake is involved, but the story heavily favors Fitz. Do I think this would ever happen? No! But this is fanfic, and we can explore any kind of fun, sexy adventure that we want so enjoy if you would like because come on, Jake and Fitz are both undeniably sexy...who wouldn't want them both? But if this ain't your thing, I understand and I'll see you on the next one :)

It's been a hard week, mentally. She has lots of those, and she can recognize that, but she just cannot shake it this week. The PTSD rages, and there's nothing that can calm her brain—not her vibrator, not two bottles of wine, not sex with Russell, nothing.

And she's angry because of it. She's angry that she can pretend to be Alex when she wants to be, but it's not nearly as fulfilling. She's angry that despite how much she wants to have meaningless, hot sex, her brain cannot turn off with this man…this unfamiliar, strange man.

And she's angry that Fitz has made her angry. She's angry that Jake has made her angry. The two men that can silence the ache, the fear in her, are pissing her off. Their fighting is incorrigible. She spent days rejecting the unwanted advances of her captors, fighting to keep their hands off of her, fighting to keep the stink of their claim off of her, just to come back home to two men fighting for their own claim over her.

She is not some man's object. She is her own.

But unfortunately, when she's her own, when she's here by herself, her brain can't quiet itself. She wants to be her own but can't even stomach her own name.

So, she is Alex.

So, she needs someone else to turn her brain off for her.

Her brain…it's beautiful, it's gotten her so far in life, but right now, it's tainted. It's tired and helpless and incapable of making logical decisions. Incapable of choosing…which is what led to this…panting into the phone twice. Pleading twice. Begging twice. Asking for him to come over, fuck her, take away her pain…twice.

Jake is there first—logistically, he's easier to acquire. It makes her sick seeing how pitiful his expression is towards her…how he thinks he can come here, sweep her off her feet, make love to her, like she's ever asked him to do that. That's not what she asked. That's not what she wanted.

His lips are all over her neck, trying to make her wet, trying to get her to moan or whimper or something that makes him think he's doing it right. And, to be fair, it does feel good, and she is getting wet, but he doesn't know what's coming next and that makes her feel more in control.

This is for her. Not for him.

He tries to kiss her, coaxing her lips open with his, when he abruptly stops—he's heard the knock at the door and is looking at her suspiciously when she hops up and prances away from him.

Then, he's confused… She whimpered to him not twenty minutes ago about how she wanted him to take her apart, fill her, make her come, but now, he's face-to-face with Fitzgerald Grant, thinking this is all some sick joke. By the look on Fitz's face, he's thinking the same—obviously duped by her intensions.

"Liv…?" Fitz murmurs, eyebrows furrowing as he closes the door behind him and stares between a shirtless Jake and the hickeys forming along Olivia's neck.

"Olivia, what is this? If you wanted him to come over, you could have had the decency to at least not ask for a warmup. That's what I was, right? Someone to get you riled up and horny so that you'd be ready for your married boyfriend to come fuck you?"

"Oh, shut up. You're always whining, like you're not appreciative for anytime she wants to touch you…"

"…like you aren't? Putting the country at risk, sneaking away from the White House, your wife, for a chance to screw her?"

"Well, I know what she needs, so I've got it from here. Why don't you just head out, Jake?"

"Me? I'm the one that already has the taste of her in my mouth… She was loving it before you had to come in and—"

"—oh, I'm sure she was just loving—"

"—yeah, she was… You can obviously—"

"—I doubt that… She—"

"Would you two just shut the fuck up?!" The air goes still as Olivia extends her arms, holding up both palms between the feuding pair. "For once, would you two just shut up and listen to me?"

More silence. Their faces are tense, chests rising and falling with the anger bubbling between them.

"I need—I can't stop. My head…keeps spinning and I don't know what to do, I just need it to stop. I need it to stop, but I can't make it… and you both are so fucking annoying sometimes, asking me to choose, to select who I want like some sort of bidder at an auction—picking my prize fucking horse. Well, I can't. So tonight… I'm not choosing."

"Olivia…?"

"No—Alex. My name is Alex tonight."

Her eyes are locked with Fitz's, and he's reading every ounce of sadness and anxiety and terror on her face to the point she has to look away—there is no vulnerability tonight. But immediately when she does so, he crosses the room, gripping her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, demanding she look at him.

His voice lowers to a soft murmur. "Olivia…" Her eyes dart away, and his voice lowers ever quieter. "Alex…"

She flicks her gaze back to him, surprised. His expression looks serious but calm, worried for her but in control of himself, knowing that this was not smart but too damn in love with her to deny her.

"…I want you to tell me what you want… I need to hear you say it…"

Her gaze lowers to the floor, and she wishes he would just stop brushing his fingers over her cheeks, down her neck. Stop making her feel warm and soft. She wants it hot. She wants it hard.

"I want…you both. I don't want to choose. I want to forget every bad thing and just feel. I want you both…together. At the same time."

"Okay, Livvie…"

Then, he's kissing her, sucking on her lips, brushing his tongue against hers. She presses her body fully against him so that he can feel her breasts, feel how hot she is. Her hand is already trailing between them, cupping the bulge in his pants and rubbing, and he can tell how badly she's holding herself back—

"Excuse me?" Jake laughs, dryly, huffing and plopping down onto her sofa. "Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious, Liv…"

"—Alex—" she corrects as she spins around to face him again.

"No! This is fucking ridiculous. I am not calling you Alex, and I'm not watching him fuck you," he crosses his arms petulantly, shaking his head at her.

Crossing the room, she perches herself on the edge of the coffee table. "I'm not asking you to watch…I'm asking—" Her knees slide down and hit the floor, kneeling between his thighs. "I'm asking for you both to do the one thing you've never been capable of doing before…share."

Her palms skim up his thighs, stopping just below his belt as she looks up at him.

"You can share…or you can leave. It's up to you, Jake. I'm not forcing you—"

Immediately, Jake looks to Fitz, incredulous. "You can't be serious…you won't go through with this." It's not a question.

"For her…I'm willing to do whatever she needs…"

When she looks back up at Fitz, he looks…honest, unflustered. His eyes are tracking where her hands are, on this other man's belt, and while she searches for the jealousy or anger, she just watches as his eyes dilate hungrily.

"So…?" she asks, standing up and starting to unbutton her shirt. "What's your choice, Jake? Are you staying or leaving? Make up your mind…"

And he watches as she undresses herself. First her shirt, then her pants, then her bra, then her panties—they all hit the floor and she's standing there boldly, naked, waiting for them to take her to places she has never been before.

Jake considers the offer—what it would mean to stay, what it would mean to go. He sees her face and knows that this really is what she needs… It's what she wants, and when he really, honestly considers it, he's really only jealous of the times where Fitz can have her, and he can't—he'd truly never contemplated having her together.

So, before he talks himself out of it, he's standing, palming her breasts, and moaning words of agreement into her mouth. Immediately, she moans, thinking about what is to come, thinking about these two men holding her, taking turns between her legs, these two men inside of her.

As she starts walking backwards, kissing Jake while maneuvering them to the bedroom, she feels Fitz step up behind her and slide his hands around to her belly, pressing her hips back against his erection. She moans and breaks their kiss, tipping her head backward against Fitz's shoulder and grinding her hips back as Jake moves to tease her nipples.

"You say the word, and we stop, okay Livvie?" Fitz murmurs against her ear.

"—It's Alex—" she grits out between her teeth.

He chuckles darkly into her hair, rocking his hips up to meet her and sucking kisses at the nape of her neck. "I'll do this with you, but I'm not pretending you're someone else… I'm not pretending that I don't know you…"

As always, she's helpless in his presence so she whimpers, "Okay," and relaxes at the thought that she doesn't have to be someone else tonight.

She feels filthy, though, completely nude between these two completely dressed men so she decides she's ready to continue and slips out of their grasp, dropping onto her knees on the floor between them and staring up at them. Her fingers get to work, nimbly undoing Jake's belt, then Fitz's, while they both peel their respective shirts off.

Their pants follow closely behind, leaving them both in their boxers, clearly hard for her. It makes her mouth water, how she can hear their labored breathing, how their eyes are only on her, pretending the other is not there. As her hands snake up their thighs, Fitz leans down to capture her lips in his again, trying to slow her down—she's not having it.

Her palms end their journey, landing over both of their cloth-covered cocks—Fitz in her right, Jake in her left—and Fitz almost doubles over at the pressure of her hand on him… He's unbearably hard but stands back up and lets her be in control—for now.

Then, the pressure has left him as he watches both of her hands slide to the top of Jake's boxers, pulling them down and tossing them onto the floor next to her. It's…odd, at first. He's seen another man's penis before, even Jake's, during their time in the Navy—unavoidable at times during training camp and on assignment when they were forced to shower alongside one another. But it wasn't like he had ever…looked intentionally. And especially not when he was hard like this.

It's a little odd, but he focuses his attention on Olivia, on the way she moans and starts kissing Jake's hips. On the way she wraps her delicate hand over his cock and strokes. The way she leans in and takes the head of Jake's cock into her mouth.

She's moaning which makes him moan, even without stimulation, even while she sucks this other man. Her eyes snap toward him as soon as she hears him, trailing down his body and looking fixedly at his boxers before motioning with her free hand to take them off.

Of course, he obliges her, kicking them off and stepping closer to her. He's never seen her like this—this blissed-out, vacant expression in her eyes, and he groans deep and low when her hand squeezes him, and she switches over, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.

She does this a few times, alternating between the two—little presses into the back of her throat, swirling her tongue, stroking the base—and it's insane how out of control she already feels. Like the arousal is taking over her body, making her move on its own accord. Like her body knows that she's safe with these two men, that she can let go. She doesn't let her precious brain come into play, doesn't think about words like whore and slut, she just lets herself feel. And it feels fucking amazing, being beneath these two men—one that she cares for and one that she loves.

The former leaves her mouth just as the latter scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighs ten pounds and marching the way to her bedroom—they don't let themselves think about how well both of these men know this path, how they have both thrown her onto this very bed separately, how they have both crawled between her thighs against these sheets.

But that is what Fitz does as soon as her back hits the mattress. He crawls between her thighs, kissing a path up the inside of her leg until he's level with her core. His mouth starts soft—warm, gentle kisses, reacquainting himself. It's like breathing though, how he knows to pleasure her. He knows exactly where she wants it, how she wants it. Where he can suck and where he can nip. Where he can linger, pressing firmly, and where he can tease, flicking lightly with his tongue.

When his tongue is inside of her, she moans uncontrollably, loud and earnest. When his lips encircle her clit, when he sucks, her belly tightens, little breathy sounds of oh and hah-. When his touch is light, she pants. When he uses teeth, she cries out.

And he loves it all. He loves every sound she makes, which is why, when he doesn't hear any of the sounds she typically makes, when he notices the sound coming from her is muffled, he opens his eyes and peers up at her from between her legs. And instantly he sees why—her head is turned, propped up slightly on her pillow, Jake gently thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Immediately, Fitz hums and delivers a particularly hard suck to her sensitive spots—he wants to see her lips pop off this other man's cock as she convulses and yells for him. She does, her stomach and thighs starting to shake until Fitz releases her.

His lips trail to her thighs, and it takes her a second to recognize the sound of his voice, the feeling of him murmuring against her skin.

"God, so good, pretty girl… you look so pretty with him in your mouth—so good for us…Isn't that right, Jake?"

The younger man looks a bit alarmed, shocked out of his laser focus watching her, shocked as he watches her swirl her tongue across his tip and smile at the man between her thighs—this must be how they do things… "Uh—yeah. Yeah, Liv. Fuck. I like that…"

"You gonna tell her how good she is? How perfect her mouth feels? How beautiful she is laid out like this? How pretty her moans are?"

Liv's hips buck toward Fitz's mouth, clearly affected by his words, his praise. Her fingers tangle in his curls and pull him back into her, where he groans deep in his chest at how wet she is. He returns to the cycle of touches he knows how to give her best, letting her use her grip in his hair to guide the angle. Her back arches, and she grinds herself against his tongue until she's coming with stuttering hips and trembling thighs.

He growls as he works her through her orgasm, eating her with everything he has before slowing his touches.

"C'mere, baby…please—" She's frantic, needing him close, reaching her hands out and pulling him up her body as Jake steps back. They settle belly to belly—her and Fitz—and he kisses her, humming as she enthusiastically chases her own taste on his tongue.

Then, she's rolling them, using her hips and leverage on the bed to flip them over before sitting up on his lower abdomen and pulling Jake in for a kiss, who's standing next to the bed. Instantly, he tastes her cunt on her lips, and he has to swat her hand away from stroking his cock because the combined sensation and taste push him right to the edge, and to hell if he was going to miss out on what was coming next.

Her eyes return to Fitz, and it's like they communicate wordlessly, looking into each other's gaze and moving body parts accordingly. She sits up a little straighter as he notches himself at her entrance. Jake watches, leisurely jerking himself as she sinks down onto Fitz, slowly and confidently taking every inch of his length until she settles, ass against his pelvis.

As her hips start to roll, she beckons Jake onto the bed, motioning for him to stand and feed her his cock again. She moves smoothly, bobbing her head while she grinds, little forward and backward movements, keeping Fitz so deep inside of her while her breasts sway with each rock.

Her rhythm continues, eyes closing, seeking her own pleasure and theirs. It's… a lot. When her pace starts to slow, she feels fingers threading through her hair and pulling tightly along her scalp, helping her keep the motion going. She assumes they are Jake's but when her eyes open again, she realizes both of his hands are occupied on her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples.

Fuck. Fitz's fingers are in her hair, helping her pleasure this other man, pushing her head, making her eyes water as he tips down her throat.

Things get beautifully hazy for a few moments after that—coming around Fitz's cock, hearing him praise her, moaning filthy things about how wet she is, Jake whispering in her ear, "how do you want me, baby?", the nightstand drawer opening and closing, and slick fingers stretching her tight entrance.

She's still coherent, of course, just blissfully inoculated with pleasure to the point that she doesn't need to think, she doesn't need to tell them—they can read her body because they know how to, and when she feels Jake push against her ass, it's so much. It's indescribable. It's perfect.

Her body falls forward against Fitz's chest, and he uses his hips to fuck up into her easily, softly as she adjusts to Jake. He's in her ear, telling her to breathe, telling her to tell them if it's too much, telling her that she feels so fucking good, telling her to let go if she wants. It's the most sensation she's ever felt—all she can really do is pant and moan into Fitz's ear.

He thinks he at one point hears a soft, breathy love you, which means she's really on another plane because it's been so long since she's said those words to him. His hands rub her back and cradle her face, consciously trying to avoid bumping into Jake's at her hips.

It's a sensation he's never felt either, another man thrusting alongside him, only separated by a thin layer of skin inside her. By the look on Jake's face, it's one he's never experienced either, barely holding back.

After a few moments, she's sufficiently adjusted to the feeling and is crying out, planting her hands on either side of Fitz's head and starting to rock her hips back, meeting their thrusts, and it all gets incredibly fast from there—Fitz and Olivia sharing open-mouthed, tongue-filled kisses, Jake helping set the pace, guiding her hips back and forth, Fitz raising up and fucking into her from beneath, quicker this time.

She must be screaming because she hears someone soothing her with gentle shushing against her neck, but she can't hold it in. Her cries escalate, mixing with a tangle of babbled words and pleads—come for me, come inside me, please made me come. Immediately, Fitz slips a hand between them and offers quick, tight circles against her clit, and she comes ferociously with so much strength and pent-up tension in her muscles, she almost forces the two of them out of her.

But they are both right there, that the pleasure of her cunt is just too much. Jake immediately pulls out, stroking himself until streaks of his cum decorate her slender back and round ass. With the ability to move more freely, Fitz lengthens his strokes, encouraging her down on him with each thrust, until he's groaning against her lips and coming inside of her in long, deep spurts, praising her, murmuring how much he loves her, how perfect she is.

Jake grabs the tissues straight away, wiping himself and her back so that she can roll over, stretching her limbs and arching her back, reveling in the pleasure. He's tossing the soiled tissues in the little garbage can by her bed when he notices it, and his stomach instantly drops.

Her legs stretch out wide, and Fitz pushes onto his side next to her, his fingers tracing along her inner thighs up to her folds where his cum is trickling out of her. Jake watches, feeling like a third wheel, as Fitz plays with her, fingering her with deep strokes, whispering in her ear and making her giggle.

He watches and instantly hates it because he has never—she's never let him—come inside of her. She tells him that she doesn't like the feeling, that it makes her anxious, that she would rather him pull out, that she would rather him wear a condom, but that doesn't feel at all like the truth now…

When her knees get drawn up and she starts to tease her own nipples, he's seen enough—he can't watch it unfold in front of him. They shared her, and it obviously did the trick in righting her, but he won't sit and watch this woman he loves openly love another man more. In the back of his mind, he knows the reality, but that doesn't mean he is open to accepting it.

However, he doesn't want to be sheepish or look like he's lost something that wasn't even a competition to begin with, so he walks over to the bed, leans over, and kisses her deeply, whispering goodnight against her lips before exiting the room, dressing, and leaving the apartment.

He's sure that Fitz will stay the night, or stay as long as she will let him, and he has to be okay with that. They got to share her tonight because that's what she wanted, but tomorrow, it'll return to the way it always is, vying even an ounce of her love again.

It's not the sun. It's not Vermont. No one is happy, but maybe they are all satisfied just enough for tonight.

A/N: *hides behind hands* well... that happened! please don't oust me from the fandom for this one please! lol