Conquering Hero
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intheheartTitle: Conquering Hero
Rating: NC-17. This is porn, guys. Also a few naughty words.
Summary: "Hail the conquering hero!"
Date: 2031
Notes: An OT3some for you. This is a somewhat new subject matter for me, so if you spot fail, please tell me gently.
"Hail the conquering hero!"
Felipe blinked himself awake and stared muzzily at his husband, who had just flung open the door to their bedroom and was now singing loudly, enthusiastically, and (atypically for Zack) off-key. "Wha?"
"I hear somebody closed a case," Zack said, and even though his expression was still pretty blurry, Felipe could hear the smirk in his voice. "And not just any case either, but that nasty Addison one."
Oh. Yeah. That. Felipe rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. "I did close the Addison case," he told the ceiling. "In fact I arrested the guy and got a full confession. At 3:45 AM last night."
"Technically," Zack said, "this morning."
Felipe rolled over again and gave his husband a death glare. "Exactly."
"Boys," Summer said repressively, from somewhere out in the hall. She edged her way into the bedroom past Zack, taking off her jacket as she did so. "Don't fight."
"Then get him to shut up," Felipe said, and put the pillow over his head. "It's way too early for this," he added, from beneath it.
"It's two-thirty in the afternoon," she pointed out.
Felipe took the pillow off his face, the better to give her a plaintive look. Plaintiveness tended to work better on his wife than on his husband. "And I'm still tired."
As usual, she softened and smiled at him. "I imagine you are. You should still get up, or you'll throw your sleep schedule all off."
She was right, damn it. With a groan, Felipe sat up.
"Could it be?" Zack asked, mock horror in his voice. "It's... it's... ALIVE!"
"Suck my dick, Ryan," Felipe invited, and scrubbed his hands over his face.
"I fully intend to," came the surprising response. "Later, though."
"I'm afraid to ask what happens first," Felipe said, but he didn't need to ask, really, because Summer had hung her jacket up, smoothed out the creases, and was now taking off her blouse, undoing each button with studied care.
She responded anyway. "Whatever you want," she said, simply. "That was a difficult case."
"And conquering heroes deserve rewards," Zack added, with a leer.
"I'll conquer your ass," Felipe told him, grinning.
Zack brightened. "Really?"
Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like an awesome idea. He might have been generally tired, but parts of him were very awake by now, and getting more so by the second. "Really," he said, and before Zack could get too cocky in the most literal sense of the term, added, "Summer first, though."
"I'm flattered," she said, dryly, folding her blouse. She wasn't wearing anything particularly fancy underneath, just a plain beige bra with minimal decoration, and she was all the more beautiful for it.
"Hey, you worked the case too," he pointed out. "You deserve a reward just as much as I do. Come here, querida."
She slid off her skirt, then climbed up onto the bed and settled into his lap, turning her face up to meet his kiss with the innocent charm that was so much a part of Summer. He loved holding her like this, the line of her back smooth under his fingers, her arms twined around his neck, and he'd honestly never thought it would be possible. He'd seen her falling in love with Zack and he'd put his own love quietly away, because she deserved so much to be happy that he'd never once thought to try for her himself.
The bed dipped as Zack settled behind Summer, putting his arms around both of them. He kissed her neck and ran a hand up into Felipe's hair, and there was the other half of the miracle-- he'd never imagined for one second that he'd ever actually have Zack. They'd been good friends and he'd been satisfied with that, because as far as he'd known Zack was the zeroest of zeros on the Kinsey scale, and when you loved somebody that much you took what you could get. And he did love Zack, and Summer, loved them both so much it left him breathless.
It was time, he thought, that he left them breathless.
He shifted Summer carefully to Zack's lap, fitting his fingers briefly into the spaces between her ribs, then bent to kiss her collarbone and the hollow of her throat. She made a soft, breathy sound, not quite a moan, and settled back against Zack, her head falling back between his shoulder and his neck. Felipe met his husband's eyes and grinned at him, then began carefully to kiss his way down Summer's body, slipping her underwear off as he did.
She made that soft breathy sound again and arched up towards him, hips rising towards his hands. He hadn't done much to her yet... "There you are, querida," he said, softly, and kissed her abdomen, curving his hands under her hips. "There. All right?"
He looked up in time to catch her nod, and Zack's hands sliding into her bra, curving around her breasts, which explained the squirming. "Gently," he said, and Zack nodded.
"I know." He did know-- he'd been having sex with Summer longer than Felipe had, he knew she could get overstimulated very, very quickly.
"Please," Summer said, and that took precedence over everything else. Felipe bent his head again, and parted her legs.
It was no more than a few minutes before she gave a sharp cry, and her body contracted around his hands and tongue. Overstimulated indeed. He rode it out with her, then pressed a gentle, soothing kiss just above the dark copper curls, and sat up. "All right?" he asked, again.
"Umm." She opened her eyes halfway and gave him a lazy, satisfied look. "Umhmm."
Zack laughed. "Incoherence. Well done."
"We all know I'm the best," he said, and to avoid the inevitable comeback stuck his fingers in Zack's mouth.
Zack's eyebrows went up, but he closed his lips around them and sucked, once, twice, hard, and Felipe lost any smugness he might have felt in a hurry.
"Fuck," he said, and tugged gently away.
Zack bit down just a little, just enough to hold Felipe's fingers in place while he gave them a quick once-over with his tongue, then let go. "I believe," he said, grinning, "that there was a mention of sucking your dick."
Summer slid bonelessly off Zack's lap without being prompted, and arranged herself on the pillows at the head of the bed. "Querida," Felipe began, but she was already shaking her head.
"I'm fine," she said, removing her bra and dropping it off the side of the bed as she did so. "Go on. I'd like to watch for a while."
Felipe looked back to Zack, who was most unfairly still fully clothed, and watching him with a thoroughly salacious look on his face. "You heard the lady," Felipe said. "Give her a show."
"My pleasure," Zack said, licking his lips, and tugged them both towards the edge of the bed.
There was something, he thought some time later, about being completely naked and having a fully-clothed man with his lips around your cock. Or maybe that was just him, but fuck, just looking down at Zack's blond head bobbing around his crotch made his skin feel several sizes too small. Never mind what the man was doing with his tongue.
"Zack," he gasped. "Zack. Cut it out, or I'm gonna come."
Zack said something that he couldn't quite understand.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Summer said, tone lazy. She was still draped over the pillows, her cheek propped on one arm, but her hand had crept down between her thighs sometime in the last few minutes.
And really, who could blame her.
Zack rolled his eyes, then took Felipe's cock all the way down to the root before pulling back and off with a small pop. "I said," he said, "that's the point."
"No, it isn't," Felipe said. "I want to fuck you."
Zack considered that, his cheek resting against Felipe's thigh. "Oh, all right," he said, and got up off the floor, dusting off the knees of his pants absently. "If you insist. Face to face or doggy style?"
"I don't like that name for it," Summer said vaguely. She sat up and stretched, then reached for the nightstand and the condoms and lube they kept there. "It sounds so vulgar."
Zack, taking off his shirt while Felipe worked on his pants, shrugged. "All right. Face to face or me on my knees again?"
"As attractive as you look on your knees," Felipe said, getting his husband's pants off with one quick yank, "let's go face to face." Zack made some really entertaining expressions when he came.
"Fine by me," Zack said. "But first..." He dropped his shirt on the floor, then caught Felipe's face between his hands and kissed him, deeply and hard. Heat flushed over him, tiny prickles dancing under his skin God, he loved this.
Zack released him, then reached over and did the same to Summer, his hands clenching and twisting in the long copper coils of her hair, and damn if that didn't turn Felipe on almost as much as the first kiss.
"I love you both," Zack said, when he'd released Summer. "So much."
"I know," Summer said, and kissed him again, gently. "So do I."
"Me three," Felipe said, making them both laugh. He went up on his knees and kissed Summer, completing the circle. "You're my everything."
She smiled, a heavy-lidded, self-satisfied expression that left Felipe wondering just what she was thinking. But all she said was, "Good."
Felipe blinked at her, but took the condom and lube when she offered them, and let her curl back to her pillows. She looked like a lazy, happy cat, pleased with the world. Which was as it should be, he thought, and turned his attention to Zack.
His husband had arranged himself to his own satisfaction, spread out on the bed, hair brushing Summer's stomach, legs drawn up against his chest. He eyed Felipe speculatively, and raised an eyebrow. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Lube, mostly," Felipe said, and suited action to the word, slicking his fingers and applying it. Zack closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth-- Summer smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair, her free hand creeping down between her thighs again.
Zack never lasted long when they fucked like this, and Summer, reaching down to close her hand around his cock, did not help at all. He came even faster than Summer had, with a yell, and the sight... Felipe bit his lip, dug his fingernails into Zack's legs and came himself, hard. Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Summer laugh as he collapsed onto his husband's chest.
"Ow," Zack said, after a minute.
"Sorry," Felipe said, lifting his head. "Not enough lube?"
"No," Zack said. "Crescent-shaped marks in my thighs. You're damn lucky I don't go anywhere with a public locker room anymore."
"Yeah, whatever," Felipe said, and kissed him. "Well, thanks, guys. That was fun."
He sat up carefully, and just as carefully disengaged himself, as Zack lowered his legs with a groan. "That was fun," he agreed, and reached up to trail a hand over Summer's stomach. "How about you?"
She lowered her eyelashes again. "Lovely, thanks," she said. "I hope you liked your present, Felipe."
Felipe leered at her, and got another laugh. "I did, thank you very much." He stretched, heard his back pop a little. "Although I still think it could have waited a little bit."
Zack snorted. "You're such a sybarite," he said.
"Fuck you," Felipe said, and then pretended to remember something. "Oh, wait, I already did. Now move over, I'm taking a nap."
"No, you aren't," Summer said.
He arched an eyebrow at her. Judging from her expression, he wasn't as good at it as Zack was. "Oh? Why not?"
"Because there's a wet spot now," Summer said, very sensibly. "You'll have to change the sheets. And we all need a shower, and anyway my sister's in town so we have to go to dinner with her and her family tonight, so you probably shouldn't go back to sleep, because otherwise you'll just be cranky later."
Felipe stared at her, open-mouthed, and Zack threw his head back against Summer's stomach and laughed.
"Sorry," he said, when he got control of yourself. "Your face... Summer, my love, you probably shouldn't own the conquering hero so thoroughly."
"I'm sorry," Summer said, but she didn't sound it. That impression was confirmed when she added, "But you know I'm right."
"The only reason I'm not mad at you is because I just got to watch you come," Felipe said. "And even then it's a pretty narrow margin."
She smiled. "Get up and take a shower and you'll feel better."
He groaned, but got up and stretched again. "Fine," he said. "I'll get up and take a shower. And what will the pair of you be doing while I clean up?"
Summer got a look of such wide-eyed innocence that he knew something terrible was coming, but Zack beat her to it. "Napping," he said, folding his hands behind his head.
He ducked a minute later, laughing, when Felipe threw his boxers at him.
Rating: NC-17. This is porn, guys. Also a few naughty words.
Summary: "Hail the conquering hero!"
Date: 2031
Notes: An OT3some for you. This is a somewhat new subject matter for me, so if you spot fail, please tell me gently.
"Hail the conquering hero!"
Felipe blinked himself awake and stared muzzily at his husband, who had just flung open the door to their bedroom and was now singing loudly, enthusiastically, and (atypically for Zack) off-key. "Wha?"
"I hear somebody closed a case," Zack said, and even though his expression was still pretty blurry, Felipe could hear the smirk in his voice. "And not just any case either, but that nasty Addison one."
Oh. Yeah. That. Felipe rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. "I did close the Addison case," he told the ceiling. "In fact I arrested the guy and got a full confession. At 3:45 AM last night."
"Technically," Zack said, "this morning."
Felipe rolled over again and gave his husband a death glare. "Exactly."
"Boys," Summer said repressively, from somewhere out in the hall. She edged her way into the bedroom past Zack, taking off her jacket as she did so. "Don't fight."
"Then get him to shut up," Felipe said, and put the pillow over his head. "It's way too early for this," he added, from beneath it.
"It's two-thirty in the afternoon," she pointed out.
Felipe took the pillow off his face, the better to give her a plaintive look. Plaintiveness tended to work better on his wife than on his husband. "And I'm still tired."
As usual, she softened and smiled at him. "I imagine you are. You should still get up, or you'll throw your sleep schedule all off."
She was right, damn it. With a groan, Felipe sat up.
"Could it be?" Zack asked, mock horror in his voice. "It's... it's... ALIVE!"
"Suck my dick, Ryan," Felipe invited, and scrubbed his hands over his face.
"I fully intend to," came the surprising response. "Later, though."
"I'm afraid to ask what happens first," Felipe said, but he didn't need to ask, really, because Summer had hung her jacket up, smoothed out the creases, and was now taking off her blouse, undoing each button with studied care.
She responded anyway. "Whatever you want," she said, simply. "That was a difficult case."
"And conquering heroes deserve rewards," Zack added, with a leer.
"I'll conquer your ass," Felipe told him, grinning.
Zack brightened. "Really?"
Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like an awesome idea. He might have been generally tired, but parts of him were very awake by now, and getting more so by the second. "Really," he said, and before Zack could get too cocky in the most literal sense of the term, added, "Summer first, though."
"I'm flattered," she said, dryly, folding her blouse. She wasn't wearing anything particularly fancy underneath, just a plain beige bra with minimal decoration, and she was all the more beautiful for it.
"Hey, you worked the case too," he pointed out. "You deserve a reward just as much as I do. Come here, querida."
She slid off her skirt, then climbed up onto the bed and settled into his lap, turning her face up to meet his kiss with the innocent charm that was so much a part of Summer. He loved holding her like this, the line of her back smooth under his fingers, her arms twined around his neck, and he'd honestly never thought it would be possible. He'd seen her falling in love with Zack and he'd put his own love quietly away, because she deserved so much to be happy that he'd never once thought to try for her himself.
The bed dipped as Zack settled behind Summer, putting his arms around both of them. He kissed her neck and ran a hand up into Felipe's hair, and there was the other half of the miracle-- he'd never imagined for one second that he'd ever actually have Zack. They'd been good friends and he'd been satisfied with that, because as far as he'd known Zack was the zeroest of zeros on the Kinsey scale, and when you loved somebody that much you took what you could get. And he did love Zack, and Summer, loved them both so much it left him breathless.
It was time, he thought, that he left them breathless.
He shifted Summer carefully to Zack's lap, fitting his fingers briefly into the spaces between her ribs, then bent to kiss her collarbone and the hollow of her throat. She made a soft, breathy sound, not quite a moan, and settled back against Zack, her head falling back between his shoulder and his neck. Felipe met his husband's eyes and grinned at him, then began carefully to kiss his way down Summer's body, slipping her underwear off as he did.
She made that soft breathy sound again and arched up towards him, hips rising towards his hands. He hadn't done much to her yet... "There you are, querida," he said, softly, and kissed her abdomen, curving his hands under her hips. "There. All right?"
He looked up in time to catch her nod, and Zack's hands sliding into her bra, curving around her breasts, which explained the squirming. "Gently," he said, and Zack nodded.
"I know." He did know-- he'd been having sex with Summer longer than Felipe had, he knew she could get overstimulated very, very quickly.
"Please," Summer said, and that took precedence over everything else. Felipe bent his head again, and parted her legs.
It was no more than a few minutes before she gave a sharp cry, and her body contracted around his hands and tongue. Overstimulated indeed. He rode it out with her, then pressed a gentle, soothing kiss just above the dark copper curls, and sat up. "All right?" he asked, again.
"Umm." She opened her eyes halfway and gave him a lazy, satisfied look. "Umhmm."
Zack laughed. "Incoherence. Well done."
"We all know I'm the best," he said, and to avoid the inevitable comeback stuck his fingers in Zack's mouth.
Zack's eyebrows went up, but he closed his lips around them and sucked, once, twice, hard, and Felipe lost any smugness he might have felt in a hurry.
"Fuck," he said, and tugged gently away.
Zack bit down just a little, just enough to hold Felipe's fingers in place while he gave them a quick once-over with his tongue, then let go. "I believe," he said, grinning, "that there was a mention of sucking your dick."
Summer slid bonelessly off Zack's lap without being prompted, and arranged herself on the pillows at the head of the bed. "Querida," Felipe began, but she was already shaking her head.
"I'm fine," she said, removing her bra and dropping it off the side of the bed as she did so. "Go on. I'd like to watch for a while."
Felipe looked back to Zack, who was most unfairly still fully clothed, and watching him with a thoroughly salacious look on his face. "You heard the lady," Felipe said. "Give her a show."
"My pleasure," Zack said, licking his lips, and tugged them both towards the edge of the bed.
There was something, he thought some time later, about being completely naked and having a fully-clothed man with his lips around your cock. Or maybe that was just him, but fuck, just looking down at Zack's blond head bobbing around his crotch made his skin feel several sizes too small. Never mind what the man was doing with his tongue.
"Zack," he gasped. "Zack. Cut it out, or I'm gonna come."
Zack said something that he couldn't quite understand.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Summer said, tone lazy. She was still draped over the pillows, her cheek propped on one arm, but her hand had crept down between her thighs sometime in the last few minutes.
And really, who could blame her.
Zack rolled his eyes, then took Felipe's cock all the way down to the root before pulling back and off with a small pop. "I said," he said, "that's the point."
"No, it isn't," Felipe said. "I want to fuck you."
Zack considered that, his cheek resting against Felipe's thigh. "Oh, all right," he said, and got up off the floor, dusting off the knees of his pants absently. "If you insist. Face to face or doggy style?"
"I don't like that name for it," Summer said vaguely. She sat up and stretched, then reached for the nightstand and the condoms and lube they kept there. "It sounds so vulgar."
Zack, taking off his shirt while Felipe worked on his pants, shrugged. "All right. Face to face or me on my knees again?"
"As attractive as you look on your knees," Felipe said, getting his husband's pants off with one quick yank, "let's go face to face." Zack made some really entertaining expressions when he came.
"Fine by me," Zack said. "But first..." He dropped his shirt on the floor, then caught Felipe's face between his hands and kissed him, deeply and hard. Heat flushed over him, tiny prickles dancing under his skin God, he loved this.
Zack released him, then reached over and did the same to Summer, his hands clenching and twisting in the long copper coils of her hair, and damn if that didn't turn Felipe on almost as much as the first kiss.
"I love you both," Zack said, when he'd released Summer. "So much."
"I know," Summer said, and kissed him again, gently. "So do I."
"Me three," Felipe said, making them both laugh. He went up on his knees and kissed Summer, completing the circle. "You're my everything."
She smiled, a heavy-lidded, self-satisfied expression that left Felipe wondering just what she was thinking. But all she said was, "Good."
Felipe blinked at her, but took the condom and lube when she offered them, and let her curl back to her pillows. She looked like a lazy, happy cat, pleased with the world. Which was as it should be, he thought, and turned his attention to Zack.
His husband had arranged himself to his own satisfaction, spread out on the bed, hair brushing Summer's stomach, legs drawn up against his chest. He eyed Felipe speculatively, and raised an eyebrow. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Lube, mostly," Felipe said, and suited action to the word, slicking his fingers and applying it. Zack closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth-- Summer smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair, her free hand creeping down between her thighs again.
Zack never lasted long when they fucked like this, and Summer, reaching down to close her hand around his cock, did not help at all. He came even faster than Summer had, with a yell, and the sight... Felipe bit his lip, dug his fingernails into Zack's legs and came himself, hard. Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Summer laugh as he collapsed onto his husband's chest.
"Ow," Zack said, after a minute.
"Sorry," Felipe said, lifting his head. "Not enough lube?"
"No," Zack said. "Crescent-shaped marks in my thighs. You're damn lucky I don't go anywhere with a public locker room anymore."
"Yeah, whatever," Felipe said, and kissed him. "Well, thanks, guys. That was fun."
He sat up carefully, and just as carefully disengaged himself, as Zack lowered his legs with a groan. "That was fun," he agreed, and reached up to trail a hand over Summer's stomach. "How about you?"
She lowered her eyelashes again. "Lovely, thanks," she said. "I hope you liked your present, Felipe."
Felipe leered at her, and got another laugh. "I did, thank you very much." He stretched, heard his back pop a little. "Although I still think it could have waited a little bit."
Zack snorted. "You're such a sybarite," he said.
"Fuck you," Felipe said, and then pretended to remember something. "Oh, wait, I already did. Now move over, I'm taking a nap."
"No, you aren't," Summer said.
He arched an eyebrow at her. Judging from her expression, he wasn't as good at it as Zack was. "Oh? Why not?"
"Because there's a wet spot now," Summer said, very sensibly. "You'll have to change the sheets. And we all need a shower, and anyway my sister's in town so we have to go to dinner with her and her family tonight, so you probably shouldn't go back to sleep, because otherwise you'll just be cranky later."
Felipe stared at her, open-mouthed, and Zack threw his head back against Summer's stomach and laughed.
"Sorry," he said, when he got control of yourself. "Your face... Summer, my love, you probably shouldn't own the conquering hero so thoroughly."
"I'm sorry," Summer said, but she didn't sound it. That impression was confirmed when she added, "But you know I'm right."
"The only reason I'm not mad at you is because I just got to watch you come," Felipe said. "And even then it's a pretty narrow margin."
She smiled. "Get up and take a shower and you'll feel better."
He groaned, but got up and stretched again. "Fine," he said. "I'll get up and take a shower. And what will the pair of you be doing while I clean up?"
Summer got a look of such wide-eyed innocence that he knew something terrible was coming, but Zack beat her to it. "Napping," he said, folding his hands behind his head.
He ducked a minute later, laughing, when Felipe threw his boxers at him.
