Chapter 4 #6
When Quinn pressed his cum-covered fingers against their mouths, they twined their tongues around them until they were licked clean.
Quinn pulled Peyton's face away and kissed him with skilled, hungry movements, sharing the taste between themselves.
Peyton's lips were throbbing when Quinn let him go. Quinn pressed his forehead against Peyton’s back as he gained momentum, the snap of his hips becoming harder, more urgent and erratic.
Peyton knew he was losing control, which meant he was close.
Peyton lifted himself up onto his knees, and Quinn followed easily, his thrusts not faltering in the least. Peyton twined his arms around Will's shoulders and pulled him closer, kissing him.
Quinn growled loudly and fucked into Peyton so hard the bed moved a fraction.
“So close,” he moaned. “God, you feel so–tight–and–perfect–” After a few more thrusts, he stilled inside Peyton, the hand on his shoulder tightening to an almost painful degree.
His laboured breathing against Peyton’s back was hot and sent shivers across Peyton’s skin.
Quinn's arms circled Peyton's waist as he kissed his shoulder.
“You didn't come,” Peyton said, caressing Will's cheek.
“No. It's okay.”
Quinn's arms tightened, and he pulled Peyton back against his chest. “Let us see, Will.”
“See? You want me to... jerk off while you watch?”
“We're all spectators today.”
Will licked his lips. “Performance anxiety is a real thing.”
“Don't be shy, we're all friends here.”
Peyton blindly fumbled around for where the lube had gotten to, not willing to look away from the cute flush that was staining Will's cheeks as his breathing sped up.
He didn't hand it over, instead drizzling a thick layer of it on the head of Will's erect cock.
Will bit his lip as he fisted himself and spread it out in slow up-and-down motions. He twisted his fist at the top before sliding back down again. He sped up for a few strokes and then slowed down again.
Putting on a show. Fuck, he was hot. This was something they'd never done before—an oversight on their part.
Will was fucking magnificent, so sexy that Peyton didn't know what to do with it half the time.
It wasn't just his looks; it was everything.
He was a bright star, a shining beacon that Peyton was thankful every day to have met.
Will reached down with his free hand and pulled down gently on his balls, his breath hitching in response.
Quinn flicked one of Peyton's nipples, eliciting a small gasp and making his stomach clench. The two of them watching Will together, watching him lose himself in pleasure, was better than any porn that Peyton had ever seen.
Will kept teasing them, slowing down and speeding up at random intervals until his breathing was harsh, his chest heaving.
“Are you going to come for us, Will?” Quinn asked hoarsely. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” Will ground out. His strokes sped up, and he massaged his balls while he searched for his release.
Peyton bent forward onto his hands. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. Quinn's grip on Peyton tightened almost painfully. Will groaned loudly, and then he was spilling onto it, some of it catching on Peyton's lips and cheek.
Quinn turned Peyton’s face and then licked the spot on the corner of his mouth and on his cheek, cleaning his face. Peyton's dick gave a valiant twitch, even though he was too exhausted to do anything about it.
He kissed Quinn leisurely for a few moments and then kissed Will, giving him the same treatment.
Then he collapsed onto the bed, searching blindly for a pillow. “I'm tired,” he murmured. He reached out a hand. “I'll be the little spoon.”
“You always get to be the little spoon,” Will teased even as he slipped behind Peyton and stretched himself out against his back.
“Lies.”
Quinn got out of the bed and disappeared through a door that led to what looked like a small bathroom from what Peyton could see through the crack.
“It would have been okay if you'd wanted to do this without me,” Will said quietly into Peyton’s ear.
“I know.” And he did. Will was the kindest, most selfless person that Peyton knew. But he also knew that he couldn't have done it without him. Will meant more to him than he could properly explain even to himself.
Peyton twisted his head and kissed Will softly. “I always want you here with me. Quinn is...”
Will grinned. “Your ultimate fantasy?”
“One of,” Peyton said. “You're part of my fantasy too.”
Will brushed some of Peyton's hair behind his ear. “I'd give you anything you wanted, Peyton.”
Quinn returned with a damp washcloth. It was warm as he cleaned Peyton with soft, gentle movements. Then he handed it over to Will for him to use and left again.
The entire situation should have been awkward. Quinn and Will were only here because of Peyton. But it wasn't. It was easy and warm, and Peyton wanted to bask in it forever.
Quinn wasn't gone long this time, and when he slipped under the sheets on Peyton's other side, he moved right into Peyton's arms, tucking Peyton's head under his chin.
Peyton closed his eyes. Knowing that Quinn and Will's heads were so close—maybe they were looking at each other?—warmed him from the inside.
Peyton had almost drifted off to the soothing rise and fall of Quinn and Will’s chests when Quinn said, “I’m not sure I understand.”
“About what?” Peyton murmured.
“The two of you. How are you not...?”
“Dating?” Will asked, his voice a little slurred. Once he'd gone into his sleep state, it was hard to pull him out of it.
Peyton stroked his fingers down Quinn’s chest, the tips playing with the fine hairs. “We just never discussed it, I guess.”
“Dating complicates things,” Will breathed.
“You do realise that you are basically dating, whether you've put a label on it or not? Bringing myself, and Sebastian, into your bed doesn't change that.”
Peyton's fingers stilled. “I guess we never really thought about it like that?”
Will kissed the back of Peyton's neck sleepily. “Dating your best friend doesn't sound like a terrible idea.”
“Did you just ask me out, Will?” Peyton snorted out a laugh. Trust Will to do something like that, right now, when they were in Quinn's bed after sharing Peyton.
“Maybe? Can we sleep now?”
“Yes, Will. Go to sleep,” Quinn said.
“Cool.” Will's breath evened out almost immediately.
“Nothing short of his alarm is going to wake him now,” Peyton said, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face.
“I don't want to come between the two of you,” Quinn said. He brushed his knuckles across Peyton's cheek. “But I can't pretend that this is only about sex for me. If this is something that you and Will do a lo—”
“It's not,” Peyton said. “Sebastian was the first time we'd ever—that we'd ever invited anyone in.”
Quinn traced his thumb around the edge of Peyton's ear. “I want this to work.”
“So do I. But Will is part of that. We're kind of a package deal.”
“I had noticed that.” Quinn trailed his fingers down Peyton's neck, resting them at the base. “I like Will. I just—”
“Don't want to have sex with him?”
Quinn glanced over Peyton's shoulder. “It's not about that. I don't really know him outside of our professional dealings together. I don't know what I can promise.”
“You don't have to promise anything.” Peyton walked his fingers up Quinn's chest and rested them between his throat and collarbone, in almost the same spot Quinn's hand was on him. “What about Sebastian? I saw the way you looked at him. The way he looked at you.”
Quinn was silent for so long that Peyton wasn't sure he was going to respond.
“I met Sebastian when I was twenty-three,” Quinn said eventually. “He was in his last year of law school, and I'd just passed my exams to become a detective. He was magnetic. So... arrogant and sure of himself. It was...” Quinn trailed off.
“He still is,” Peyton said. It had certainly been what had drawn him and Will in.
“We dated.”
“Was it serious?”
Quinn shrugged with one shoulder. “We were talking apartment plans after he graduated?”
“Wow.”
Quinn visibly swallowed. “There was nothing wow about it. It was a mess, Peyton. I was a mess. I was young, and stupid, and I said and did things that I can't ever take back. He hates me, and he has every right to.”
“Hate isn't what I saw when he was looking at you when you were looking away.”
“We had our chance. I laid it to rest a long time ago.”
Peyton wasn't so sure he believed that. “What if you could?”
Quinn's brows furrowed. “What if I could what?”
“Take it back? Fix it? Would you want to?”
Quinn opened his mouth, then closed it. “A loaded question,” he said with a small laugh. “If Sebastian and I had stayed together, I would never have gotten this chance with you.”
Peyton smiled, unable to hide how that felt.
To know, finally, that Quinn really did want this with him.
That he'd been holding himself back for reasons that hadn't really had anything to do with Peyton himself.
A ridiculous misunderstanding but one that he could accept better than “you just don't do it for me.”
“What about now?”
“Now?”
“It isn't finished. Anyone can see that.” Peyton had seen them together for barely ten minutes, and he could see that there was something raw and crackling still between them.
Had they really just been ignoring it for eight years?
No wonder Quinn had been so good at keeping Peyton at a distance. He'd obviously had practice.
“I don't know what you want me to say, Peyton. A part of me will always live with that regret. It doesn't make you less important.”
“I'm not talking about me. I understand what it means to still be tied to a person. I can't let Will go. I don't think I ever could. Do you think that I would turn around and think badly of you for having the same issue?”
“Sebastian and I haven't been together for a long time. And the way it ended... There's no going back. There never was.”
Eight years of the kind of pain that Peyton could see lingering in Quinn's liquid-silver eyes.
Peyton shifted forward and kissed Quinn, the barest of whispers of their lips together. He hoped it brought him even just a small semblance of comfort.
Quinn's lips parted, and he tilted his head, slanting their lips together more firmly. He cupped the back of Peyton's neck and took everything that Peyton offered.