Chapter 8 #2
“I think it's my turn,” Sebastian said. He ran a hand up and down Peyton's back, and Peyton moaned encouragingly.
“No one was making you wait,” Quinn said, not bothering to hide his amused smile.
“What can I say? The show was too good to look away.”
“Come here,” Quinn said.
“Giving orders, Quinn?”
“Come here now, Sebastian,” Quinn said, putting a growl into the command.
Quinn watched Sebastian's pulse jump in his throat and as he squeezed the base of his dick. “Well... that was an unexpected response,” Sebastian said.
It was new too. “You like it,” Quinn said.
Sebastian had never been good at taking orders, not back when they'd been younger.
Quinn hadn't been all that good at giving them then either.
They'd both grown. Though Quinn supposed that liking it when Quinn ordered him around didn't mean Sebastian would obey.
“I don't think I have enough data to formulate a proper conclusion,” Sebastian said as he moved closer. “We'd need to conduct more than one experiment.”
Will's ass clenched around Quinn's dick, and Quinn gave one hard thrust into him. One of Will's legs wrapped around Quinn's waist, urging him to do it again.
“Open a condom and hand it to me,” Quinn said.
Sebastian picked one up and held it between two fingers. “You mean one of these?”
“Open it and find out.”
Sebastian grinned as he ripped it open with his teeth, spitting the corner out. “Well, would you look at that? I guess you were right.”
“Would you two hurry the fuck up?” Peyton burst out.
Will laughed, the sound muffled by Peyton's dick. Quinn thrust into him again, and the laugh morphed into a moan.
Quinn plucked the condom from Sebastian's fingers and then rolled it on Sebastian's dick, making sure to take his time.
He hadn't touched Sebastian there for so long; it was like learning him all over again.
The length and weight, the texture. The saliva in his mouth pooled at the thought of learning his taste again.
It was like getting a second first chance, a new beginning for both of them.
Sebastian raked his fingers through Quinn's hair and tugged on it. “You're a tease.”
“Kiss me.”
The first press of Sebastian's lips against his sent a shudder through him, a rippling effect that passed on to Will and Peyton. A connection that was out of the box now, something they could never put back. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss and inviting Sebastian to take everything from him.
Peyton slid a hand up Quinn's hip when Sebastian moved behind him again. Quinn placed his own hand on top and squeezed.
Peyton mouthed at Will's hip as Sebastian lined himself up and then slid into him in a thrust that had him jerking forward. Will choked around Peyton’s dick, his throat working to accommodate him. It was a sight to behold and one that almost had Quinn coming.
Peyton moved his hips back, giving Will room to breathe. Will pushed himself up onto his elbows, and Peyton shifted, their mouths finding each other.
Watching the two of them together was like poetry. Sharing this with Sebastian, fucking them both like this, was music.
Quinn slid his hand up Will's side, the lean muscles twitching under him. He was gorgeous, all sinewy muscle and underestimated strength, coiled and ready.
Sebastian sped up his thrusts, and Quinn did the same, matching him. When he slowed, so did Quinn. Together, they fucked in tandem. Will and Peyton twisted further around each other, kissing hungrily.
Sebastian smirked as he ran a hand up Peyton's back and took hold of his shoulder. Quinn slid his own hand over it, tangling them together. Sebastian's smirk twisted into something softer, something warm. It made Quinn's heart speed up, made everything in him stand up and take notice.
He moved his other hand to Will's throat, feeling the way it rippled under his palm as Peyton kissed him. Will wrapped his legs around Quinn's waist, his ankles locking against the small of Quinn's back.
Sebastian picked up speed, hard thrusts that forced Peyton to pull away from Will and hold on. Sweet cries fell from his lips as Sebastian fucked him. He brought them both to a quick orgasm, finding their release together with twin cries.
Peyton collapsed with a satisfied moan, curling around Will. Sebastian sat back on his heels, watching quietly as Quinn took his time with Will.
Quinn smoothed his thumb across Will's throat, and their eyes locked. Will had beautiful, warm brown eyes. They were like glass at the moment, heat burning through them, his lips parted in raw pleasure.
He kept his thrusts even, taking hold of Will's dick and stroking in a perfect rhythm. Will's mouth opened in silent gasps as he kept his eyes on Quinn. He saw it the moment Will was about to come, his lips forming a perfect “O,” and red spreading like wildfire across his cheeks.
Quinn came with him, like it was being pulled from his very soul. It started from his groin and raced across his skin, electricity sparking his every nerve in pleasure.
He'd been worried that he and Will would have trouble finding their way. That their only connection was Peyton, and they wouldn't be able to forge their own path.
He gently traced Will's chin and lips with his thumb, feeling his laboured breaths against the tip.
He didn't think he had anything to worry about.
Peyton splashed his face with water. He put his hand under the tap before turning it off.
He ran it through his long hair, getting the strands dripping wet.
He braced his trembling hands on the edge of the sink, aftershocks of the trembles shooting up his arms. He bowed his head, staring down at the white porcelain.
The steady drip, drip of water from the ends of his hair was loud in his ears, like the rhythmic firing of an automatic weapon.
“ Fuck,” he whispered harshly. It had been a goddamn miracle he'd even managed to get out of the bed without waking anyone. Lucky, he guessed, to have already been on the side and not in the middle of all their tangled limbs.
He gritted his teeth, trying to make everything just stop.
Leave him alone. Faces brushed across his vision, mingled with blood and voices crying out for help.
So much of it was nonsense. He was never close enough to a target to hear anything, and they never got enough warning to cry for help before he pulled the trigger.
It was his own imagination conjuring things that weren’t real, haunting him with a mixture of reality and fantasy.
The door opened a fraction, the dark of the hallway breaking the bright of the bathroom lights.
“Peyton?” Will's voice was tired, like he was sleepwalking.
Peyton squeezed his eyes shut so tightly that white spots burst in his vision. “I'm fine. Go back to bed.”
The light flicked off, soothing darkness blanketing them, and then a warm hand settled between his shoulder blades.
Something deep inside Peyton released, easing a tiny section of the tension that was threatening to break him into a million tiny pieces. He let out a shuddering breath.
Will ran his hand up and down Peyton's back in soothing, solid strokes. Peyton settled into the touch, his breath slowly returning to normal.
“You said they were getting better,” Will said. There was no accusation in his tone, only fact.
“They were. Maybe. I don't know.”
Will slid an arm around Peyton's waist and gently coaxed him back against his chest. Peyton turned his head, his ear pressed to the skin above Will's heart.
The beat of it was far more soothing than the dripping water.
The last of Peyton's tension eased as he closed his eyes and focused on the steady thrum.
Will kissed the top of his head and ran his hand up Peyton's arm, the mixture of warm and cool air sending goosebumps racing across his skin.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
Peyton shook his head. “Not unless you're up for a cold one.”
“Twenty seconds at the end of my showers is torture enough. But if it'll help, I can handle it.” He trailed his knuckles down Peyton's chest. “Is that what you need?”
“No.” He wouldn't put either of them through that even if it would help. The cold showers after a nightmare were a punishment, and Will didn't deserve to be part of that.
Will turned Peyton in his arms and cradled his face. “Where are you?” he asked softly.
Peyton idly ran his fingers through the fine hair on Will's chest, the skin beneath warm and inviting. “Here.”
“Where are you, really?”
His fingers dug in, his heart skipping a beat. “I don't know.”
Warm lips pressed against his forehead and stayed there. Peyton closed his eyes and breathed in Will's scent. There were hints of sweat, sex, and Quinn and Sebastian lingering there.
“Everything okay?”
Peyton didn't open his eyes, not wanting to see Quinn's face. He hoped that Sebastian wasn't with him. He didn't want them to see him like this, weak and broken.
“We're okay,” Will said. “Could you get me a glass of water, please?”
“Of course.”
Peyton waited until Quinn's footsteps had receded before he pulled away from Will.
“You have to tell him sometime. This won't be the last time.”
“I know.” He rested his forehead briefly on Will's chest. “Not tonight, please.”
Quinn returned with the glass of water, and Peyton downed the entire thing before he finally looked at him. There was a hint of curiosity but otherwise only warmth in the grey.
“Okay to try for some sleep?” Quinn asked. “Or I can make some warm drinks, and we can see what drivel they pass off as TV this time of night if you'd prefer?”
The relief that Quinn wasn't asking questions, that he just knew , and Peyton didn't have to explain, was overwhelming, and Peyton swayed a little on his feet. Will's arms tightened around him.
“I can sleep again,” Peyton said. He could try. He wouldn't force them to endure a sleepless night because of him.