Title: no race to be won
Author: Timothy Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Alec/Taylor Hebert/Brian Laborn/Rachel Lindt/Lisa Wilbourn
Word Count: 5,939 (Complete)
Genre: Getting together, first time, polymory, sex pollen
Warnings: Alec-typical background references (vague mentions of his upbringing which involved a lot of noncon, and stuff he did as Hijack)
Summary: The new Ward has a sex pollen power. It hits Alec and his teammates help him through it.
They were in the loft, eating pizza. Something was on the TV, maybe a sitcom. Alec wasn’t paying attention to it. He was in the middle and everything was warm.
Being in the middle was nice; easy access to the pizza, Brian on one side, Taylor on the other. Lisa was half draped over Taylor’s lap, talking more than listening to the TV, and Rachel was on the floor in a pile of dogs.
He wasn’t paying much attention to anything, really, just vibing. Enjoying the moment or whatever. His clothes were soft on his skin after a day out doing hero shit, muscles achy but not painful, like a really good work out. Nobody was injured.
The most damage anyone took was Brian, a small scrape on his arm that was already healing. A few inches up from his hands. Alec leaned back against the cushion, feeling Brian’s solid warmth a few inches over, their legs touching. Taylor next to him, long legged and making herself comfortable.
All of their nervous systems sang contentment and ‘home’y feelings.
Mm, Brian’s hands. Big, warm, strong. Probably able to fit right around his waist. Lift him up, maybe. Alec has only ever fucked himself using other people’s bodies, which is great for learning the physical side of things. Someone willing, though?
That was novel. He couldn’t quite imagine it. Brian looking at him, not looking away, leaning in of his own volition. Alec not controlling it.
In Alec’s experience, there were two types of sex: the kind where he was in control, and the kind that sucked. Either he was using his power to fuck himself, doing everything on his own—not unlike masturbating—or someone was using him, holding him down, finding their pleasure that way. Most of the time it was tedious at best.
Maybe there was a secret third thing, where Alec wasn’t in control but he wasn’t being held down, either.
Or maybe getting held down but he liked it? Was that a thing? He’s never really tried that before. He shifted, rubbing his legs together.
Jeez, who turned up the air? It was already warm, now it’s sweltering.
“Why’s it so hot in here?” He complained, lazily dropping his head to Brian’s strong shoulder. Heh, head. God, Alec could go for some head right now…
Giving or receiving, actually. The idea of sliding to his knees in front of the couch and putting his mouth to work for whichever teammate wanted him was crazy enticing.
He swallowed. Uh.
Maybe too enticing? Damn, he was usually better than this. Didn’t really think this kind of thing outside of when he was jerking off and already hot for it.
Getting hot and bothered in random situations wasn’t really his thing, regardless of how often he mouthed off, or fucked with people. That was just a hobby.
Like working out was Taylor and Brian’s hobby, for some crazy reason. He couldn’t argue with the results, though. He hadn’t seen Taylor’s abs but could feel them as his power lazily mapped out her body. He had seen Brian’s, during those times he bullies Alec off the couch and down to spar, both of their shirts ending up somewhere else, sweat slicking down their bodies…
Brian’s hands on him, sometimes, for strikes or pins, holding him down on the sparring mats. Brian’s hands holding Alec’s hands above his head, pressing down on his wrists, so big and strong…
Oh no.
Someone whimpered and he was pretty sure it was him.
He sensed everyone turn towards him, questioning.
“Uh.” Alec laughed it off, plastering on a lazy half-smirk. “Don’t mind me, just…”
Just what?
He blinked once, wondering where that came from. Instead of shaking himself out of it, the thoughts continued. The fuck?
Trying to bring his thoughts to something else didn’t work. Sex, sex, sex. Big hands. Lisa’s mouth. Rachel pinning him down as easy as Brian.
“You good, dude?” Brian said pointedly, eyes flicking to the bathroom. Like Alec needed a minute, damn. He’s got more self control than that, he’s not going to get randomly hard at team pizza night.
Even if he was surrounded by really pretty people.
Damn, Brian’d probably fight him if he made it weird. Perving on the girls, or whatever. Not cool. Brian was a gentleman like that; it was enough to make Alec swoon sometimes, honestly.
Opening the door for the girls, giving Taylor or Lisa his jacket, making sure Rachel’s also given every chivalrous courtesy despite being so butch. Rachel’s confusion when he does it, Lisa’s pleased appreciation, Taylor’s shy surprise…
Of course, Alec doesn’t get that kind of treatment—obviously—but sometimes Brian holds the door open for him, too, when he’s walking beside Lisa, or when Alec’s carrying in groceries.
Alec tugged at his collar, frowning. It was hot in here, right? Not just him?
Taylor rolled her eyes.
Her knees were pulled up on the cushion, half tucked under her. It was cute. Her knees were brushing against his thigh, absently. It was good, being in the middle.
A flash of fantasy, entirely unbidden: Alec really in the middle, Brian a looming shape behind him, hands on his hips like he’s small and moveable, while Taylor’s in front of him, beneath him, naked and pulling him in, skin rubbing against skin, and—
“Fuck!” Alec stood up, dropping the half-eaten pizza and its paper plate from his lap. His legs took him in long, powerful steps out of the room, ignoring the concern and movement his exit caused.
The bathroom door slammed shut behind him, barely audible over his heartbeat.
“What the hell?” He said under his breath, looking in the mirror to see perfectly flushed cheeks, though his pallor hid the worst of it. Running a hand through his hair revealed sweat, the motion leaving curls falling against his forehead.
Contrary to his earlier sentiment, he was hard.
What the hell was he hard, for?
The answer slammed into him like he’d opened a door with the mere question, ideas spilling out: a phantasmagoria of image after image. Lisa’s tits, Brian’s hands, wondering how shy Taylor would really be under his hands, Rachel’s neck bared for him, sweat sweet under his tongue.
Alec gripped the sink, gasping. He leaned his weight into it, arms shaking. Oh, fuck.
A sharp rapping knock.
“What?” He managed, voice all kinds of wrong.
The body outside paused. It was Brian’s, of course it was. Alec could sense him blind, deaf, and tortured; knows his body as well as he knows his own.
The nerves sang out, familiar and reassuring, though their owner was confused and a bit worried. It should have been touching; usually was, when they fussed over him. Tended to make funny things stir in his gut. Probably indigestion.
“Are you alright?” Brian asked.
He wasn’t going away. Stubborn man.
“Yeah.” Alec said, forcing his voice normal. Forcing it not to crack and break. “”m good, m–man.”
A struggle to keep the lazy, unaffected accent. Much easier to slip into something more sensual, more true. If he starts calling them cutesy nicknames in French, it’s all over for him.
No coming back from that one. Although, maybe he could get away with it ‘ironically’? An escalation of the flirting, playing chicken with them…
Lisa will definitely play back. Escalate. Go from leaning on each other to holding hands, arms slung over shoulders, hips checking each other cattily. She can match him at his worst, he’s sure.
Lisa, crawling across the bed to him, eyes devouring.
Alec jerked like he’d been burned.
What the hell? What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking these things?
Worse, she’d see it on him. Alec cannot leave the bathroom.
She’d take one look at him and sneer, disgusted. Know he’s thinking of her like that, fantasizing about her, objectifying them.
Worse still, Lisa knew. Knew that if he wanted them, he could have them—reach out and take. That he’d done it before.
They were safe because he didn’t want them, obviously. Lisa could relax next to him knowing he wasn’t not perving on her. Sure, he’d thought about it, idly, like ‘oh she’s hot today’ or ‘she has a nice body.’
He’d seen her pick up those thoughts from him, when he was minding his own business, and it was normal; normal thoughts about pretty people.
This was different. Felt different. This was want.
He was not supposed to want them.
Was so fucking careful not to let himself want them.
Banging on the bathroom door.
“Alec?” Brian demanded.
He realized his breathing had sped up, until he was almost panting, sweat slicking his shirt to his body. Still braced into the sink. Alec looked up into his expression, finding pink in his cheeks, eyes glassy, mouth wet.
“Oh, no.” His mouth trembled. “No, non, I can’t…”
The door knob moved, because of course he forgot to lock the door in his hasty escape. His nerve sense was useless, everyone bleeding together. He can’t concentrate.
Lisa opened the door, dainty hand pulling it open. Her little manicured nails. They’re cute; pink this month, with little gems. Alec had wondered how they’d look on him. Lisa hadn’t called him on it, though her eyes had glittered, green and playful.
“Alec?” Her voice was soft, eyes assessing. She took a step towards him. Alec’s body wanted to stumble back; he didn’t let it, forcing himself to stand there, not give anything away.
It was impossible, of course.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She said and he does flinch, then, like he’s been slapped. Because what?
Lisa reached for him. He wanted to run away but there was no where to go. Also, if she wanted to touch him, he wanted to let her. As a general rule, he loves it when they touch him—hands on his arms, arms around his shoulders, biceps pressed close on the couch.
Her soft hand same to rest on his cheek, bringing her close. He strangled a gasp. She took stock of him, green eyes cutting so gently, her power a low whisper—not the blade it was on their adversaries.
“The new Ward,” She said. “It’s okay—you’re okay. She has a sex power, apparently.”
Alec stared. Didn’t flinch, so that’s something. So what if she had a sex power? He should smirk, make a joke—ha, Lisa said sex, etc.
The words didn’t come.
Something strange happened in his chest, uncomfortable. He brought a hand up to rub at it.
“Wow, the new Ward sex pollens people?” He laughed, the sound dryer than normal. “Their PR team is gonna love that.”
He relaxed. Just some dumb shaker effect. It would wear off. Alec could resist his siblings’ powersets, this was nothing.
“You have a fever, baby.” She said, frowning. Hand soft on his cheek. He leaned into absently. “Do you want to try taking care of it?”
Alec’s lip twitched into his version of a grin, not reaching his eyes. He hummed. “I’m spoiled for choice on jokes right now, you realize?”
Lisa huffed. She slid her hand down, cupped his jaw, and Alec’s lashes fluttered. Like he couldn’t hold his eyes open for a second. Weird.
She leaned forward, eyes on his. Watching for something. Expectant? Alec stayed still, loose, waiting. Wondering what she wanted. What she was trying to see from him.
Lisa paused, assessing. She drew away. Alec tried to get his shoulder blades to unbunch.
Her eyes flickered down to his lap.
Alec straightened so fast. He spun her around and pushed her, lightly, toward the door, heart beating rapidly.
Strange. It wasn’t like he was shy. But suddenly the idea of her saying a damn thing about him being hard was unbearable. He should have made a joke. Leaned back, raised an eyebrow.
She’d have rolled her eyes and left. Surely.
Instead Brian caught her by the forearms and tugged her into a loose hug, looking over her at Alec. Raised his eyebrow.
A strangled sound left Alec. He felt feverish. Unbalanced.
“I’ll take a shower, then. Take care of it.” He waved a hand negligently. “Bye.”
Brian turned Lisa around to face him again. Alec barely refrained from gritting his teeth, jaw ticking.
Lisa leaned back against Brian, who steadied her without thinking, a hand at her waist. Proper, platonic, all that.
Alec only realized his mouth was open again when air touched his tongue, cool. He swallowed.
Standing there, hard. Both of them looking at him. His face, mostly.
What did they want?
“You want to watch?” He tried, a little flippant, mostly going for an eyeroll and dismissal. Instead, Lisa’s cheeks gained a little bit of color. Brian’s didn’t, but his complexion was darker. Harder to read.
His hand was so distracting on Lisa’s hip.
“You sure you’re feeling alright?” Brian said, eyes creased with concern.
“I’m feeling hard.” Alec said, voice coming out as flat as it always did. “What the fuck kind of question is that. Bullshit sex pollen power.”
Brian’s eyes dipped down to the tent in his jeans.
Brian’s eyes dipped down to his dick.
Alec’s throat was dry. He reached out and grabbed the sink with one hand as a wave of dizziness washed over him, something so intense it robbed his voice.
A choked noise, from him or someone else. Maybe both. Hands on him. Oh, oh. Hands on him. He shivered into it, unable to count.
“What’s wrong with him?” Taylor asked.
“New Ward’s power makes him so turned on he’s burning with it.” Lisa said, short, succinct.
He braced himself for the wave of disgust, for Taylor’s nose to scrunch up, delicate sensibilities triggered. She was the least tolerant of them, barely wanted to be in the room with him.
Didn’t laugh at his jokes.
“Oh.” Taylor’s voice was… What was that tone?
Hands, tugging him. Out of the bathroom. He frowned—wasn’t he going to take a shower? Jerk off, be done with this?
He didn’t have any bodies to fuck, didn’t have time to hijack someone—if he even would. It didn’t seem that urgent, not like a fuck-or-die type thing. Even then, the idea of it made his gut roil.
His power whispered out, lighting up the nerve clusters of Lisa, Taylor, Brian, Rachel. Reminding him that they were also him, his other bodies, that he could move at any time if he just let his guard down. A conscious effort not to live in their skin.
No, never.
Alec shivered. It was hot earlier, but now he’s cold? Hands on his arms, rubbing up and down his forearms.
“What… are you doing?” He asked, voice croaking. Shaking.
“Is this okay?” Lisa, behind him, pressing her entire warm self against his back. He melted against her. Her arms wrapped around his waist, nose tucking into the crook of his neck from behind.
Oh, that was nice. What? Unexpected. Wrong somehow. But nice.
“Did the Ward get you, too?” He asked, confused, as Brian stood in front of him, reached out to pet his shoulders.
“Nah.” An amused cant to his mouth, a boyish smile. Alec’s heart sped up. “Just you, babe.”
Babe. Oh. That was nice.
“You don’t like me.” He managed, staring into Brian’s face. Voice as blank as ever. “Like that. You don’t like me.”
Taylor’s voice hitched. She was nearby. Her hand on his wrist, thumb rubbing the thin bones there. A buzzing noise somewhere.
Wait.
“Where’s Rachel?”
A soft snort, familiar. She came from his other side. Taylor and Rachel, left and right. Brian in front. Lisa behind him.
If she’d had a dick, it would be pressed right against his ass. Her pelvis was flush with his, entire body molded to him. Tits pressed into his t-shirt. Oh, that was good.
He shivered.
Cold again, probably.
“What… are you doing?” Alec asked, frowning.
“We’re taking care of you.” Lisa’s voice, lips on his neck. So soft. Her hair, brushing down his shoulder. “If you let us. If you want us to.”
She moved, somehow guiding him to the couch without taking him through the steps between. One moment away, the next moment the back of his knees hitting the cushion.
A pile of blankets on the ground. The coffee table was out of the way, its pizza gone. Lisa left him bereft, knelt, tugged him down. He went, bewildered, bending his knees until they touched the pallet.
She tugged until he was half in her lap, the pretty blonde sitting behind him, arms wrapped around his middle again. Chin over his shoulder, watching—Brian.
Kneeling down. Hand reaching out to Alec’s face, as Lisa had earlier. Was he still breathing?
“I don’t know how much I can do.” Brian said, to Lisa, who hummed. “I mean—I don’t—”
“Just do what you’re comfortable with.” Lisa said easily, sounding content. Smug. Happy. Alec relaxed into her, giving her some of his weight. Easy, so easy.
Brian’s hand on his jaw, strong and powerful. Thumb tilting his chin up.
“Look at you.” Brian said, and this close Alec could see he was red in the cheeks. From looking at Alec? From seeing Alec so hard?
Alec’s dick was straining in his pants. Embarrassing. Eager.
“Do you like this—is this okay? Alec?” Brian stumbled over his words. Alec’s entire body clenched like the fist of god, and he shuddered so hard his teeth clicked together.
“He liked you saying his name.” Lisa said, amused. “Really liked it, Bri.”
“… Alec.” Brian said, firmly, deliberate. His thumb dragged over Alec’s bottom lip and they both shivered. Alec’s mouth dropped open in pure surprise. And invitation.
Definitely invitation.
“Can I–?” Brian stopped, looked at Lisa. “Is he verbal?”
Alec swallowed. He could talk. Probably.
“Mon force, tu peux faire ce que tu veux avec moi. Ah. Non, fuck—I–”
Oh, no. Nooo. He covered his face with a hand, groaning, pink. Blushing like a fool.
Brian’s eyes crinkled, with fondness instead of confusion. Fond? For Alec?
Lisa giggled into his skin.
“He’s verbal, but French. Apparently.” She lolled her head against him, cheek pressing into his shirt. “Adorable.”
Alec’s blush intensified.
“Injuste. Cruel.” He cleared his throat, ignoring the way it sounded a bit broken. “I can– speak English.”
“That was some impressive voice cracking, there, champ.” Lisa again, merciless in his ear. She blew on the lobe there, sending chills down his spine.
“Agh, mercy, woman.” Alec laughed despite himself, feeling warm. Loved.
“You don’t have to kiss him, you know.” Lisa said to Brian. “Since you’ve been staring for several minutes now.”
“O-f course, I know that.” Brian’s voice shook, but his hand on Alec was strong. Steady. He was so close their breath mingled. “I’m trying to…”
Ah, he was on the fence? Why did that make Alec warm and cold at once? He turned his head away, obligingly, and Brian tipped forward to brush his lips against a frosted cheek.
Brian was shaking, though his generous mouth was warm. Lips trembling as he trailed down to Alec’s jaw, opposite his hand, and kissed his neck for just a moment.
Alec tensed like a bow in his hands, aching.
“Sorry.” Brian gasped. “Fuck, I’m—I should be better than this—”
He rested his head on Alec’s other shoulder, still shaking, like a leaf. So strange; wrong. Alec’s heart twisted.
“Mon force, non.” He said, bringing up a hand to cup Brian’s neck. “Only what you want. Only ever want you want.”
“I do want you.” Brian said, voice broken. “That’s what I’m—that’s my—that’s why I–”
“It’s okay not to be ready.” Lisa said, reaching a hand over as well to pet his cheek.
Brian laughed, darkly.
“You won’t wait for me forever.” He said, sure of himself. His weight was so much, so powerful as he leaned against Alec—small and slender underneath him. The thought was delicious.
Rachel knelt down.
“That’s stupid. We’re not going anywhere.” She said, blunt as ever. She nudged Brian out of the way and half knelt on Alec’s legs, hand going to his shirt. Grabbing it. So forceful, his Rachel.
“So, kissing. Yes? You want to?” Rachel checked.
“Always.” Alec breathed, allowing that truth. His mouth ached for it.
“Alright.” She closed the gap, no hesitation. He moaned into her mouth, the intense press of it. Sloppy, but so good—he moaned again, and again, sucking on her tongue, hands lifting to hold on to her, to pull her close.
Lisa’s hands pet his hips, his sides, drawing up and down his ribs. Comforting. Enticing.
She started kissing his neck from the side, from behind, and a super high pitched sound left him, that he would deny making if asked.
“There you go,” Lisa grinned into a bitemark, fresh, agonizingly good. “You back with us, Alec?”
“I never left.” He protested, grinning into every impatient press of lips—kiss after kiss that Rachel delivered, mauling his mouth in the best way. His lips tingled, almost hurting, and it filled him with la joie de vivre.
He felt so alive.
“Taylor, come here.” Lisa said. The tall, gangly girl moved more hesitantly, kneeling next to Brian, not Alec.
He wondered what they looked like together, light and dark, skinny and large, strong and willowy—a study in contrasts. The thought made him groan and laugh, and Rachel bit him a little on her next kiss.
“Ah, ma loulou, you will ruin me.” He gasped, grabbing her head by both sides and bringing her in for a longer, more passionate kiss.
She growled into it and he sucked on her tongue, moaning. She was affected, heart beating fast, warm, wet for him. He couldn’t see a way to get his face between her legs, too much maneuvering, too many people.
God, he was so hard he ached, and he would not change a moment of it. Lisa dropped a hand to his lap, palmed his straining cock rudely. He broke away from the kiss cursing, laughing a little, cursing some more.
“Lis, Lisa—ma minou, ma petite—you curr, what are you—” His head tipped back, breath lost from him. He moaned, eyes squeezing shut.
“Do you like this?” She breathed in his ear. Wordless, he nodded, arching into it. Her palm slid against him, hard through the layers of fabric and yet far too light. He needed more.
“Wow.” Taylor whispered, sounding—transfixed? From him? “You’re right, he’s pretty.”
“I know.” Brian groaned, sounding destroyed. “It doesn’t make any fucking sense.”
“Wow—rude—” Alex panted, laughing despite himself, and cursed again as Lisa rubbed just right. “Oh, ma minou, please—please, let me—”
“Rachel, take his pants down, would you?”
Brian’s audible breath hitching, sending Alec’s pulse tripping a million miles a minute. The only thing that even perturbed him, the rest of him scrambling to help Rachel’s calloused hands, careful hands, steady hands tugging the hem of his sweat pants down, leaving his boxers alone.
He wasn’t shy, even under so many eyes; had to fight the urge to pose, actually, though he did drop a hand down to frame himself, thumb and forefinger encircling his cock through the cotton.
Black today, and he was glad—stark, dramatic contrast against his skin, a bit of mystery to the shape. Even his hand on himself was a sweet torture, a thousand times more intense than it should be.
He was laid bare before their eyes, split open, all the secret things spilled out for them to see. All his want, out in the open.
Lisa didn’t make a big deal out of it. He was still leaning against her, held up by her, not so big as to crush her– and she was against the couch besides—
She wrapped her hand along his dick, fingers tangling with his, and he groaned harshly as they started rubbing him together. Their fingers tangling together felt more intimate than the touch to his cock.
“Just like that, baby.” Lisa said in his ear, breathless with laughter, and Alec giggled, half-delirious. Oh, yes, yes.
Taylor’s hand landed on his ankle, stroked up to his shin. He thought about moving his foot into her lap, stroking a tease along her thigh with it, giving her something warm and concave to grind against.
Lisa read the thought in his mind, leaned in, sucked on his ear lobe. He gasped, fucking up into their joined hands. Oh.
He arched into her, more contact, feeling her arms around him, wrapped around him, holding him—cherishing him—wanting him—
A hand on his jaw again, these people were going to give him a complex, and Alec did not resist as his mouth was tipped up into another kiss—Taylor, this time, lips shy and soft.
“Mon trésor,” He gasped, free hand holding her right back, cupped along her cheek so carefully. His kiss was eager, gentle, coaxing.
Her cheek was molten under his touch by the time he sucked on her tongue, filthy, encouraging hers to fuck into his mouth, matching his and Lisa’s rhythm.
A hand on his, so large he knew it at once for Brian’s, tugging gently at his fingers. Alec let himself be led, letting Taylor go, shivering into the kiss as Brian laced their fingers together.
Unheld, Taylor moved forward, hesitant at first. Her hands fell to Alec’s shoulders and he watched her debate moving closer, pressing their bodies together.
Lisa saw it too, grinning against his ear. Hot breath flowing, maddening.
“Come here, Taylor.” She teased, husky, and Taylor came like a toy on a string. Lisa let go of his cock and Alec followed suit, free hand falling to Taylor’s hip over her jeans, encouraging as she shuffled forward shyly.
“It’s okay,” He managed, squeezing Brian’s hand. “I promise, trésor, no pressure, it’s okay.”
Both hands on his shoulders, straddling his lap, and she slowly leaned forward until she was leaning against him. Lisa made a sound that was practically a purr, and suddenly they were kissing over his shoulder.
Taylor leaned into it without thought, and Alec gasped, bracing himself against—nothing. Brian had one hand and he was holding Taylor’s hip with the other. Lisa was the only thing holding him up, wrapped around him like a hug, keeping him pressed between Taylor and her.
Trapping him. Keeping him.
He bit his lip, trying not to focus on his cock, now pressed between them as well, biting into Taylor’s thigh.
He shivered, and it felt so good he did it again, slowly rocking into her—more of his muscles clenching and unclenching than anything, a slow and steady movement. He didn’t want to scare her.
Wouldn’t—couldn’t– be too much.
“God, look at them,” Brian muttered, squeezing his hand, and Alec laughed.
“Mon force, I cannot see them.” He could feel them, though, pressed between them, hear the noise of their kiss right beside his ear, Taylor’s gasps and tiny sounds, Lisa’s pleased hums.
“Can I kiss you?” Rachel asked Brian bluntly, and he must have nodded, because soon Brian’s fingers were twitching regularly against Alec’s and Rachel was grunting into—something. He couldn’t quite turn his head enough to look.
“But nobody is kissing me,”
It took Alec a moment to realize he said that aloud and when he did, he flushed hard, color returning to his face. How uncouth.
Lisa pulled back to whisper in Taylor’s ear. Even as close as he was, he could not hear them—or maybe it was the blood pounding in his ears.
Taylor nodded, leaning back and away. Suddenly visible once more. She was completely pink, charmingly so. Beautiful.
“Hey, dork.” He grinned, feeling surprisingly at ease here. He watched her make an eep sound, tensing, and fought another groan as the motion of her body rolled against him.
“Hi.” She said, shy and quiet, but so bold, so brave. Her eyes trailed to his lips.
“Tu veux m’embrasser?” He murmured, sliding his hand higher, stroking her side, her ribs, and back down. “Do you want to kiss me, Taylor?”
She ducked her head into a nod.
“Mm.” She answered, flushing somehow more red.
Alec tipped his mouth up in silent offer, lips parted softly.
“Oh, fuck.” Brian, this time, cursing—for what, Alec couldn’t imagine. Hadn’t he just been kissing fair Rachel?”
Taylor dipped down to kiss him again, impressively confident. He lost himself in it for a while.
Finally, he let go of Brian’s hand to hold her properly, gripping her by the waist, guiding her. She was knelt over him, half a straddle, but it wasn’t enough.
“Taylor, mon trésor, I beg.” He pulled away to pant into her neck. “Fuck me.”
Lisa giggled, loud, while Taylor struggled to get her breathing under control.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s move a little bit.”
“Do we have to.” Alec said, utterly flat, yet allowed himself to be manhandled. Lisa, no longer behind him. Taylor, no longer half in his lap.
Brian, suddenly on him. Alec’s eyes, widening, blue and endless, like chips of ice. Brian’s eyes, warm, even as his face was a bashful grin.
“Okay—I think—as long as we don’t…” He stumbled. “Oh, god, I can’t talk about it.”
“Mon force, Brian, mon grand,” Alec grabbed at him, hands landing—somewhere. Brian hovered over him, hesitant. “You need not force yourself.”
“God, you’re impossible.” Brian leaned onto his hands, both pressed to the floor above Alec’s head. Like when he pinned him during a spar, but without the delicious pleasure of his wrists trapped above his head.
A solid weight over him, covering him, so large but not the threat Alec would have expected—completely divorced from those memories. Brian was only warm, only himself.
Dozens of afternoons and night spent wrestling around, desensitizing him to any possible worry. Alec was completely relaxed under him, wondering, hands pressed lightly against Brian’s chest—Brian did not give him his full weight, holding himself up, a touch distant.
Alec didn’t care, surrounded on all sides, pinned in, squirming with pleasure.
“You like this?” He checked, half-demanding, “You’re sure?”
“I like you.” Brian insisted, moving carefully until one leg was wedged between Alec’s, forcing them apart with how wide it was. Alec swallowed hard.
Brian leaned his weight forward. Rocked his hips a little. Alec’s mouth fell open.
“Do you want me to fuck your thigh?” He asked incredulously. Brian was biting his lip, yet fighting a grin. Slowly, he nodded, and Alec felt his cheeks heat up.
Brian was fully dressed. Alec was in his boxers and a half-ridden up t-shirt. He clenched his hands in the material of Brian’s shirt at the chest, using it to brace himself.
Ah, fuck it, who was he kidding?
The first grind against Brian’s leg took his breath away. The second, a moan. By the third, he’d set up a rhythm, lost in the pleasure of it.
Brian was just there. Everywhere, filling all of his senses. It wasn’t enough to get him off, the kind of move far more effective against a cunt than a torturously hard cock, but it was direct pressure that he’d needed so much.
“Mon force—Bri, oh– fais-moi jouir—” He gasped, half-laughing, half-groaning, head thrown back with the force of it.
“What—” Brian panted, and oh, him talking to Alec was so much better, so much hotter. He wasn’t unaffected. “–does that– mean?”
“Make me come,” Alec snapped, translating, and Brian groaned, sounding absolutely wrecked.
Alec drug him closer, gripped the fabric of his shirt tight, wishing Brian were naked, that they were both naked. Brian ducked his head, forehead half-touching Alec’s, definitely just as sweaty as Alec, and the nerve master laughed.
“Oh, mon force, do you want me to beg?”
Brian groaned hard, arms quaking, struggling to hold his weight despite his great strength, his wonderful strength—he could pick Alec up, move him all he wanted, hold him in his wonderful arms.
“Here, here, like this,” Lisa was saying, craftly little hands between them, moving Brian like he didn’t outweigh her by half, the heavier man going along with her tiny tugs like he’d do anything for her, obeying half by habit.
Brian was up, away, and Alec cried out at the injustice of it all, before suddenly he was knelt over Brian’s legs, the taller boy spread out beneath him like a meal, wide eyes staring up slack-jawed at Alec, who had also followed Lisa’s hands guiding him without question or thought.
Lisa’s clever, manicured little hands, who reached into his boxers without hesitation and pulled his cock out, already stroking it.
“Lis,” Alec said, voice gaining the slightest bit of tremor, and his hips stuttered into it. He groaned. “Lisa, ma minou, oh, oui—”
“Yeah.” She grinned smugly against him, tipping his head back for a kiss—still behind him, always behind him, never in front where he could pin her down and kiss her silly, but this was okay, this was wonderful.
Fuck, sex was awesome, they should do this forever.
Even Brian wasn’t quite traumatized, watching the hand stroking Alec off over his chest with a mesmerized look. Somewhere nearby, Taylor and Rachel were making out—fucking against each other, it sounded like, pressing their pussies together through their clothes because they were too damn impatient to get them off.
Alec thrust into Lisa’s grip, soaking wet from all the teasing, pre-cum coating his length. Her other hand came around to play with his balls and he cursed, coming down from it moaning softly.
“Look at you,” Lisa said wonderingly in his ear. “Doing so well for us.”
“t’s just—just a handjob.” Alec laughed, nuzzling against her, “Ah, fuck, I’m not doing anything for you.” He reached for her.
“Shh, just enjoy it.” She denied him, stroking him faster. He was so sensitive it almost hurt, hips jerking every other thrust or so, and he was starting to tremble.
“I promise I usually last longer than this,” He told her, the words themselves jerky as he neared completion. “Mm, much longer—and less selfish—”
“Not selfish, ours.” Brian’s hands trailed up and down his bare legs, watching him with heated eyes, flushed cheeks. The flush spread down his neck, mouthwatering.
“Oh, I like that,” Alec managed, sounding surprised even to his own ears. “Yours.”
He came, startled, all over Brian’s chest. Well, over his shirt, but the visual was the same. Brian gripped his thighs hard enough to bruise, delicious, and tensed all the way up.
His eyes clenched tight, breathing hard, and Alec stared as he came down from one of the best orgasms of his life. Lisa stroked him slowly through it, shudderingly good, and he slumped against her.
Slowly, reason seeped back in.
Post-nut clarity was a bitch.
They were going to have to talk about this at some point, weren’t they? Fuck. Alec closed his eyes, not wanting to deal with it yet, not while his toes were still curled and tingling, when Brian was still holding Alec’s thighs like he wanted him.
He tipped his head back instead, asking for another kiss, and Lisa obliged.
She murmured reassurances into his lips, sliding her hand from his softening cock to the soft skin above his belly.
“It’s fine, listen, you’ll see, it’s all fine, everyone is okay—we all enjoyed this, we like you so much—”
He decided to believe her, for now. Lisa wouldn’t lie to him. Everything was going to be okay.
French and translations
first of all the french nicknames are sleepy’s fault, directly from Stronger Together except I use “mon tresor” (my treasure) instead of flea, I think the others are the same.
mon force- my strength (Brian) Also mon grand, basically ‘big guy/my big man’
ma bien-aimée- my beloved (Amy) (this one is also a pun)
ma loulou- my darling (Rachel)
mon trésor- my treasure (Taylor)
ma minou- my kitty/kitten (Lisa)
I think the only french I didn’t translate directly was:
“Mon force, tu peux faire ce que tu veux avec moi” which was “My strength, you can do whatever you want with me”