Take It Off
Title: Take It Off
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilexzik (Rian Dawson/Alex Gaskarth/Matt Flyzik~)
Rating: NC-17, bruh
Summary: "Matt - Matty, Mathew, Matt," Alex says (purrs, is what a distant voice in Matt's head tells him, but he ignores it, that can't be right, no), winding himself around Matt's body, lips close to his ear. "You like guys, don't you?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, they own each other and constantly do ~bad things~ to each other. Amen and praise Allah.
Oh, title belongs to Metro Station's song Control. Yes, I like them. Sorry bro.
A/N: This is about 2897023985719037394876238712 times different to how I originally planned it. I've been angsting hard about it for a few hours now and Gabe and Megan talked me into posting it soooooo. Yeah. The ending fails, my apologies.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
on another note you can request a fic if you want, but there are absolutely no gaurantees as to if/when you'll get it. but i'll do my best to write it if i like the idea~
Matt doesn't expect to walk in on Rian and Alex having sex when he lets himself into their house, walking through to their kitchen. It isn't even sex he walks in on, but they're both naked and Alex is on his knees in front of Rian, who's leaning against the counter, a blissed out expression on his face as Alex bobs up and down over his cock.
"Oh, fuck." Matt says faintly, because that is something he never wanted to see (or at least something he'd never admit to wanting to see) and now he has the image of Alex giving head to Rian permanently embedded in his brain and he might need to find a new job because he's never going to be able to look at them quite the same again.
Alex pulls off of Rian's dick with a wet noise, blinking for a second at Matt before he completely registers that the tour manager is actually standing in his kitchen while he's blowing Rian. "Matt." he says, an echo of surprise in his voice.
"It's, uh - I'll come back later," Matt says, and his voice is still small and faint, but he doesn't seem to move, can't get his brain to connect with his legs to tell them to walk, go back to his car and drive home.
Rian and Alex seem to be having some sort of a silent conversation with their eyes or something, because Alex stands up and he looks just a little bit smug, and Rian is rolling his eyes at Alex, although he does look curious about... something.
"Matt - Matty, Mathew, Matt," Alex says (purrs, is what a distant voice in Matt's head tells him, but he ignores it, that can't be right, no), winding himself around Matt's body, lips close to his ear. "You like guys, don't you?"
Matt stiffens because - what. Alex's boyfriend is leaning against the counter, and Alex is wrapped around another man right in front of him. Rian's expression is mildly interested, like he knows exactly what Alex is doing but he expects something else to what Alex does. "I - uh," he says uncomfortably, trying to shift out of Alex's reach.
"You and that guy in Fall Out Boy's crew were pretty friendly when we were on tour together," Alex says instead, and Matt goes still because he thought they were subtle, he didn't think anyone even noticed.
Rian walks over, still naked (and still hard, and Alex is too, um) and rests his hand on Matt's lower back, thumb running over the strip of exposed skin where his shirt is riding up. "What Alex wants to know is if you'll have sex with us," he says, straight to the point and he looks a little worried and this voice in the back of his head is telling him that they're about to lose their tour manager.
"I, uh-" Matt looks really confused and uncertain, because he's had sex with guys all of twice, and both times it wasn't even all that spectacular, although he doesn't doubt either of their skill at sex because he's had to hear it due to thin hotel walls and living with them like three hundred days out of the year.
"It won't be weird, we promise. It's just us, you don't need to worry," Alex promises, mouthing at his neck. "We'll take good care of you, right Ri?"
Rian makes a noise in agreement, eyes trained on the tour manager. Matt's eyes flick between Rian and Alex, his insides going crazy because this is a bad idea, it's a really, really bad idea but his dick doesn't seem to agree, because it's slowly getting hard in his pants.
"I don't -" Matt starts, but Alex cuts him off with his lips, tongue running slowly over the seam as his hands edge his shirt up, hands running up his chest to map out unfamiliar skin. Rian's hands bracket his hips, hot and heavy, mouth working against the back of his neck, and Matt is inclined to go along with what they want (what Alex wants, since apparently he's the mastermind behind this - which, he isn't even sure what this is.)
"Wait, wait, what?" Matt says, pulling back as much as he can from Alex, although Alex has latched onto his lip, tongue flicking over the cool metal of his lip ring.
Alex laughed a little, making Matt and Rian move back, and it's a little strange but one way or another the end up on a bed (Rian and Alex's bed, that little voice tells him. You shouldn't be here), Alex on his back and Matt straddling his hips, and Rian behind him, hands moving up his bare chest, and wow, ok, where did his shirt go?
"You don't know how long he's wanted this," he hears Rian murmur in his ear, and he makes a small noise in surprise, can't actually make a proper response because Alex is keeping his lips busy. "We've wanted this," Rian corrects himself, and Alex pulls back a little bit, hands moving nimbly down Matt's chest to the top of his jeans, undoing them and pulling them down as much as possible.
"Yeah," Alex breathes, hands splayed out on top of Rian's. "I never thought that -" He says, and then shakes his head, mouths across his jaw and down his neck. Rian teases at the soft skin behind his ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth, tongue rubbing across the plug and Matt moans, soft and low, twisting his head around so he can kiss Rian, lips meshing slowly together.
Alex watches them, slides his hand up Matt’s chest pausing to press his thumbs against his nipples, watches Matt inhale sharply against Rian’s lips, back arching. He leans up, curves his hand around Matt’s jaw and pulls him away from his boyfriend, covers his mouth with his own and it’s bizarrely hot kissing him, he tastes like Rian, but he tastes like Matt too, like coffee and … Matt. Rian’s hands push at Matt until he’s on his knees, pushing his pants and boxers off as much as he can, and Matt’s hands fumble a little, but he manages to stop kissing Alex long enough to get them completely off, so it’s just skin on skin on skin.
Alex hands squeezes his ass light, and then he leans back a little, on his elbows, pulling Matt down so he’s practically lying on top of him. He curls his hands in strands of purple hair, tugging on them when Alex bites at his lip, sucking his lip ring into his mouth and he moans again.
Matt hears Rian rustling around in a drawer, and then the cap of lube being popped, but before anything else happens, Rian folds himself over Matt’s back, lips close to his ear. “You’re okay with this, right?” he asks quietly, because he noticed Matt tense up a little.
“I - yeah, yeah.” Matt says, sounding unsure for a moment, but then he decides, yeah, he wants this, has wanted this for a while, not that he’d admit it to anyone else. “Just, be careful.” He says softly, blushing a little. Rian smiles and ducks his head to press a kiss to his bare shoulder, and Alex leans up, catching his lips again, and it doesn’t take Matt long to figure out that Alex really likes his lip ring.
Rian slides one finger in slowly and Matt tenses up, tightening his fingers in Alex’s hair, and Rian murmurs, “Shhh, you need to relax, it’ll hurt less if you just relax,” so Matt does (or at least, does as best as possible) what Rian says. It feels vaguely the same as it did the last two times, not entirely unpleasant but nothing overly spectacular. He adds another finger slowly, scissoring them as he worked him open. Alex was doing a good job of distracting him with his lips, one hand moving up from the bed to his hip and over to his dick, jerking him off slowly.
It's when Rian curls his fingers and brushes against something that sends sparks up through every single nerve ending in his body that things get really groovy. "Oh, fuck," Matt gasps, and Rian smirks, mutters something like found it. "There, right there."
He tips his head back and moans, and Alex is jerking him off bizarrely in rhythm with Rian, and if they didn't spend almost every day of the year making music together that would be really strange. It takes him a second to realize that they're kissing over his shoulder, and it isn't like he hasn't seen them making out before (because he has, possibly more times than he's seen Jack naked) but this is different from all those times, it's got more raw, concentrated passion in it, somehow.
He almost feels like this is something he shouldn't be seeing, something private, something that only happens behind closed doors.
The painful stretchburnstretch comes back when Rian adds another finger, a third, but it feels good somehow, good pain, like when he got his lip pierced.
"Rian, Rian, Rian," Matt pants, eyes closed and jaw slack. "Rian - you need to stop, or something, I'm gonna -" he wets his lips, opens his eyes to look down at Alex, and Alex sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of him. His pupils are dark and blown wide, brown hair messy (real sex hair) and he looks so undone, so wrecked, and Alex gets that strange I did this feeling.
Rian stills his fingers, doesn't pull them out just yet but stops moving them, his lips by his ear again, moving against soft flesh and cartilage. "How would you feel if I fucked you while Alex sucked you off?" he asked, and Matt moans, fuck, yes.
Rian takes that as a yes and smirks. "You need to get on your hands and knees then," he murmurs quietly, shifting back so he has room to move. Alex watches them intently, eyes smoldering and barely blinking, and Matt didn't even know that he wanted Alex to look at him like that until now.
He feels the blunt press of Rian's cock against his entrance and tenses up, biting his lip because he can't help it.
"Just relax. It'll hurt for a little bit, but it'll get better, I promise." Rian murmurs, and Matt is going to have to take his word for it because the other guy had been bad at sex (like, actually bad, it wasn't good at all and lasted maybe three minutes) so he's only ever had good sex with girls.
The push in feels like forever, Matt holding his breath until Rian bottoms out, fingers curled in the sheets. He pants roughly, trying to relax, stop clenching around Rian (who is actually taking deep breaths and focusing on not coming because Jesus fuck Matt is tight). "Hey, hey," he breathes, placing a kiss to the center of his spine, exhaling against his skin.
"Yeah, okay," Matt chokes out, beads of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes because this actually hurts. He figures that the easiest way to get through the pain is to just let him move. "Slow, please," he gasps.
Rian nods, presses a light kiss to the back of his neck before he pulls out slowly, being so so careful with Matt, and fuck, it's been a while since he's had to be this careful with Alex. Alex leans forward and kisses Matt's lips a few times, teasing, really, before he shimmies underneath Matt. "His mouth is good for more than just singing," Rian breathes in his ear, around the same time as Alex closes his mouth around the head of his dick and Matt cries out, hips bucking into Alex mouth (wethotfuck) before he can even help himself. "Fuck, sorry, sorry," he gasps, arms shaking a little because there is so much happening.
It's unbelievable to him that an hour ago he was prepared to go job hunting because he walked in on a blowjob.
"No, it's okay, he can take it, he likes it," Rian's voice says in his ear, tongue tracing the shell lightly as his hips work in small rocking motions against his ass, slow and steady. "He likes it," he murmurs again, thrusting in a little harder, and Matt cries out, his hips moving forward and forcing Alex to take more of his cock but Alex doesn't complain, just moves his hands up to his hips, not even to hold him down or stop him from moving, but just to have something to hold on to.
It doesn't take Matt to find out that Rian fucks like he drums: fast and hard and passionate. He has a steady rhythm going (he's a drummer, he has a thing for rhythm, and if Matt really thinks about it there is something resembling a 4/4 time thing going on here), hips snapping forward against his ass, forcing his own down into Alex's mouth, who is practically deepthroating him and fuck, Matt didn't even think that was possible.
He is fairly certain that sex with Alex and Rian has completely ruined him for any other person (man or woman, because at this point denying his bisexuality is just ridiculous), it's that fucking good.
Rian drives in hard, presses right against his prostate and Matt's back bows, comes without warning. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, and he gets so tight around Rian that he comes right after, and Matt can feel it in him, can feel Rian's cum, and it's a little awkward and a lot hot. Alex just tightens his lips around the tip of Matt's dick as he comes, getting as much in his mouth as he can and then swallows, getting out from under him so that he doesn't get squished when Matt collapses, which actually happens like point five seconds after he's out. Rian rests his forehead on Matt's back, panting softly, and seems to have forgotten about his boyfriend (which, excuse him?) until Alex makes an ahem noise and glances down at his dick with a pointed look.
Alex watches Rian pull out of Matt, watches him roll over onto his back and look over at the two with a sated expression, black hair all over the place and Alex can't help but smile because, yeah. Matt is fucking awesome.
His boyfriend moves over to him, wraps a hand around his cock and then leans forward, licking a stripe of Matt's cum off his chin that he's missed. It doesn't take long, a few strokes and some crafty wrist twists and Alex is coming, a jumble of RianMattfuckshitfuck passing through his lips and okay, he really does like giving head, apparently.
They get cleaned up and tangle together on the bed, a mess of singerdrummertourmanager limbs, Matt in the middle of both of them, and this isn’t weird yet, that's good, that's really good, but that voice in the back of his head tells him that it will be weird, he's going to need to start looking for a new job right away.
The first part of the morning after isn't weird. He freaks out a little when he wakes up and he's alone, but then he smells bacon and pancakes and eggs and coffee and oh, breakfast. His stomach makes an angry noise at him, and he sits up, stretches, reaches around for his boxers and a tshirt, and realizes that being fucked leaves you in a worse state for wear than doing the actual fucking.
It's a constant, dull pain in his ass that just will not leave him alone. He sits down on one of the counter stools, and Alex passes him a mug of coffee and then sits down on the stool next to him.
"Morning, sleeping beauty," Alex teases and his voice sounds wrecked, wow, but he doesn't get a response because Rian just put a plate of what looks like the greatest pancakes, eggs and bacon in the history of breakfast foods in front of his nose ever. He drowns his pancakes in maple syrup and then eats the whole thing, taking seconds when it was offered.
Evan would beg to differ, but Rian was so much better than Waffle house.
It gets weird when the dishes are done and they're all seated in the living room, Alex and Rian on the loveseat and Matt on the recliner.
"So, uh," Matt says, and he sees something pass between Alex and Rian, some sort of intense conversation that Matt can't hear. "I mean, if this is just a onetime thing - I just don't - I can't work like-"
And then Alex cuts him off, blurts out "We were wondering if you wanted to like, be a thing. With us."
Matt looks at him like he's crazy and Rian rolls his eyes and raps him over the head with his knuckles. "What he means is we want to ask if you want to be our boyfriend," he says quietly. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's not something we'd ask without thinking about it." Matt gapes at him, things running through his head so fast he can't quite catch what it is he's thinking.
"Like -"
"Like a three way relationship. Polyamoury," Alex says, cutting him off again, and he looks a little bit anxious.
"Don't feel like you have to," Rian says, and he actually looks a little nervous too. "And - and we get if you find things weird after this, we'll write you the best fucking references ever, if you need them."
Matt stares between them, thinks about it, thinks about being able to call them both his.
It won't work, that little voice tells him. You're never going to be able to pull this off. Don't do it.
"I - I - okay," Matt says, and gives them a tentative smile. They both smile back. Okay.
A/N 2: as an off thought, you guys have no idea how long i've wanted to use the Rian fucks like he drums line. Really.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilexzik (Rian Dawson/Alex Gaskarth/Matt Flyzik~)
Rating: NC-17, bruh
Summary: "Matt - Matty, Mathew, Matt," Alex says (purrs, is what a distant voice in Matt's head tells him, but he ignores it, that can't be right, no), winding himself around Matt's body, lips close to his ear. "You like guys, don't you?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, they own each other and constantly do ~bad things~ to each other. Amen and praise Allah.
Oh, title belongs to Metro Station's song Control. Yes, I like them. Sorry bro.
A/N: This is about 2897023985719037394876238712 times different to how I originally planned it. I've been angsting hard about it for a few hours now and Gabe and Megan talked me into posting it soooooo. Yeah. The ending fails, my apologies.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
on another note you can request a fic if you want, but there are absolutely no gaurantees as to if/when you'll get it. but i'll do my best to write it if i like the idea~
Matt doesn't expect to walk in on Rian and Alex having sex when he lets himself into their house, walking through to their kitchen. It isn't even sex he walks in on, but they're both naked and Alex is on his knees in front of Rian, who's leaning against the counter, a blissed out expression on his face as Alex bobs up and down over his cock.
"Oh, fuck." Matt says faintly, because that is something he never wanted to see (or at least something he'd never admit to wanting to see) and now he has the image of Alex giving head to Rian permanently embedded in his brain and he might need to find a new job because he's never going to be able to look at them quite the same again.
Alex pulls off of Rian's dick with a wet noise, blinking for a second at Matt before he completely registers that the tour manager is actually standing in his kitchen while he's blowing Rian. "Matt." he says, an echo of surprise in his voice.
"It's, uh - I'll come back later," Matt says, and his voice is still small and faint, but he doesn't seem to move, can't get his brain to connect with his legs to tell them to walk, go back to his car and drive home.
Rian and Alex seem to be having some sort of a silent conversation with their eyes or something, because Alex stands up and he looks just a little bit smug, and Rian is rolling his eyes at Alex, although he does look curious about... something.
"Matt - Matty, Mathew, Matt," Alex says (purrs, is what a distant voice in Matt's head tells him, but he ignores it, that can't be right, no), winding himself around Matt's body, lips close to his ear. "You like guys, don't you?"
Matt stiffens because - what. Alex's boyfriend is leaning against the counter, and Alex is wrapped around another man right in front of him. Rian's expression is mildly interested, like he knows exactly what Alex is doing but he expects something else to what Alex does. "I - uh," he says uncomfortably, trying to shift out of Alex's reach.
"You and that guy in Fall Out Boy's crew were pretty friendly when we were on tour together," Alex says instead, and Matt goes still because he thought they were subtle, he didn't think anyone even noticed.
Rian walks over, still naked (and still hard, and Alex is too, um) and rests his hand on Matt's lower back, thumb running over the strip of exposed skin where his shirt is riding up. "What Alex wants to know is if you'll have sex with us," he says, straight to the point and he looks a little worried and this voice in the back of his head is telling him that they're about to lose their tour manager.
"I, uh-" Matt looks really confused and uncertain, because he's had sex with guys all of twice, and both times it wasn't even all that spectacular, although he doesn't doubt either of their skill at sex because he's had to hear it due to thin hotel walls and living with them like three hundred days out of the year.
"It won't be weird, we promise. It's just us, you don't need to worry," Alex promises, mouthing at his neck. "We'll take good care of you, right Ri?"
Rian makes a noise in agreement, eyes trained on the tour manager. Matt's eyes flick between Rian and Alex, his insides going crazy because this is a bad idea, it's a really, really bad idea but his dick doesn't seem to agree, because it's slowly getting hard in his pants.
"I don't -" Matt starts, but Alex cuts him off with his lips, tongue running slowly over the seam as his hands edge his shirt up, hands running up his chest to map out unfamiliar skin. Rian's hands bracket his hips, hot and heavy, mouth working against the back of his neck, and Matt is inclined to go along with what they want (what Alex wants, since apparently he's the mastermind behind this - which, he isn't even sure what this is.)
"Wait, wait, what?" Matt says, pulling back as much as he can from Alex, although Alex has latched onto his lip, tongue flicking over the cool metal of his lip ring.
Alex laughed a little, making Matt and Rian move back, and it's a little strange but one way or another the end up on a bed (Rian and Alex's bed, that little voice tells him. You shouldn't be here), Alex on his back and Matt straddling his hips, and Rian behind him, hands moving up his bare chest, and wow, ok, where did his shirt go?
"You don't know how long he's wanted this," he hears Rian murmur in his ear, and he makes a small noise in surprise, can't actually make a proper response because Alex is keeping his lips busy. "We've wanted this," Rian corrects himself, and Alex pulls back a little bit, hands moving nimbly down Matt's chest to the top of his jeans, undoing them and pulling them down as much as possible.
"Yeah," Alex breathes, hands splayed out on top of Rian's. "I never thought that -" He says, and then shakes his head, mouths across his jaw and down his neck. Rian teases at the soft skin behind his ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth, tongue rubbing across the plug and Matt moans, soft and low, twisting his head around so he can kiss Rian, lips meshing slowly together.
Alex watches them, slides his hand up Matt’s chest pausing to press his thumbs against his nipples, watches Matt inhale sharply against Rian’s lips, back arching. He leans up, curves his hand around Matt’s jaw and pulls him away from his boyfriend, covers his mouth with his own and it’s bizarrely hot kissing him, he tastes like Rian, but he tastes like Matt too, like coffee and … Matt. Rian’s hands push at Matt until he’s on his knees, pushing his pants and boxers off as much as he can, and Matt’s hands fumble a little, but he manages to stop kissing Alex long enough to get them completely off, so it’s just skin on skin on skin.
Alex hands squeezes his ass light, and then he leans back a little, on his elbows, pulling Matt down so he’s practically lying on top of him. He curls his hands in strands of purple hair, tugging on them when Alex bites at his lip, sucking his lip ring into his mouth and he moans again.
Matt hears Rian rustling around in a drawer, and then the cap of lube being popped, but before anything else happens, Rian folds himself over Matt’s back, lips close to his ear. “You’re okay with this, right?” he asks quietly, because he noticed Matt tense up a little.
“I - yeah, yeah.” Matt says, sounding unsure for a moment, but then he decides, yeah, he wants this, has wanted this for a while, not that he’d admit it to anyone else. “Just, be careful.” He says softly, blushing a little. Rian smiles and ducks his head to press a kiss to his bare shoulder, and Alex leans up, catching his lips again, and it doesn’t take Matt long to figure out that Alex really likes his lip ring.
Rian slides one finger in slowly and Matt tenses up, tightening his fingers in Alex’s hair, and Rian murmurs, “Shhh, you need to relax, it’ll hurt less if you just relax,” so Matt does (or at least, does as best as possible) what Rian says. It feels vaguely the same as it did the last two times, not entirely unpleasant but nothing overly spectacular. He adds another finger slowly, scissoring them as he worked him open. Alex was doing a good job of distracting him with his lips, one hand moving up from the bed to his hip and over to his dick, jerking him off slowly.
It's when Rian curls his fingers and brushes against something that sends sparks up through every single nerve ending in his body that things get really groovy. "Oh, fuck," Matt gasps, and Rian smirks, mutters something like found it. "There, right there."
He tips his head back and moans, and Alex is jerking him off bizarrely in rhythm with Rian, and if they didn't spend almost every day of the year making music together that would be really strange. It takes him a second to realize that they're kissing over his shoulder, and it isn't like he hasn't seen them making out before (because he has, possibly more times than he's seen Jack naked) but this is different from all those times, it's got more raw, concentrated passion in it, somehow.
He almost feels like this is something he shouldn't be seeing, something private, something that only happens behind closed doors.
The painful stretchburnstretch comes back when Rian adds another finger, a third, but it feels good somehow, good pain, like when he got his lip pierced.
"Rian, Rian, Rian," Matt pants, eyes closed and jaw slack. "Rian - you need to stop, or something, I'm gonna -" he wets his lips, opens his eyes to look down at Alex, and Alex sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of him. His pupils are dark and blown wide, brown hair messy (real sex hair) and he looks so undone, so wrecked, and Alex gets that strange I did this feeling.
Rian stills his fingers, doesn't pull them out just yet but stops moving them, his lips by his ear again, moving against soft flesh and cartilage. "How would you feel if I fucked you while Alex sucked you off?" he asked, and Matt moans, fuck, yes.
Rian takes that as a yes and smirks. "You need to get on your hands and knees then," he murmurs quietly, shifting back so he has room to move. Alex watches them intently, eyes smoldering and barely blinking, and Matt didn't even know that he wanted Alex to look at him like that until now.
He feels the blunt press of Rian's cock against his entrance and tenses up, biting his lip because he can't help it.
"Just relax. It'll hurt for a little bit, but it'll get better, I promise." Rian murmurs, and Matt is going to have to take his word for it because the other guy had been bad at sex (like, actually bad, it wasn't good at all and lasted maybe three minutes) so he's only ever had good sex with girls.
The push in feels like forever, Matt holding his breath until Rian bottoms out, fingers curled in the sheets. He pants roughly, trying to relax, stop clenching around Rian (who is actually taking deep breaths and focusing on not coming because Jesus fuck Matt is tight). "Hey, hey," he breathes, placing a kiss to the center of his spine, exhaling against his skin.
"Yeah, okay," Matt chokes out, beads of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes because this actually hurts. He figures that the easiest way to get through the pain is to just let him move. "Slow, please," he gasps.
Rian nods, presses a light kiss to the back of his neck before he pulls out slowly, being so so careful with Matt, and fuck, it's been a while since he's had to be this careful with Alex. Alex leans forward and kisses Matt's lips a few times, teasing, really, before he shimmies underneath Matt. "His mouth is good for more than just singing," Rian breathes in his ear, around the same time as Alex closes his mouth around the head of his dick and Matt cries out, hips bucking into Alex mouth (wethotfuck) before he can even help himself. "Fuck, sorry, sorry," he gasps, arms shaking a little because there is so much happening.
It's unbelievable to him that an hour ago he was prepared to go job hunting because he walked in on a blowjob.
"No, it's okay, he can take it, he likes it," Rian's voice says in his ear, tongue tracing the shell lightly as his hips work in small rocking motions against his ass, slow and steady. "He likes it," he murmurs again, thrusting in a little harder, and Matt cries out, his hips moving forward and forcing Alex to take more of his cock but Alex doesn't complain, just moves his hands up to his hips, not even to hold him down or stop him from moving, but just to have something to hold on to.
It doesn't take Matt to find out that Rian fucks like he drums: fast and hard and passionate. He has a steady rhythm going (he's a drummer, he has a thing for rhythm, and if Matt really thinks about it there is something resembling a 4/4 time thing going on here), hips snapping forward against his ass, forcing his own down into Alex's mouth, who is practically deepthroating him and fuck, Matt didn't even think that was possible.
He is fairly certain that sex with Alex and Rian has completely ruined him for any other person (man or woman, because at this point denying his bisexuality is just ridiculous), it's that fucking good.
Rian drives in hard, presses right against his prostate and Matt's back bows, comes without warning. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, and he gets so tight around Rian that he comes right after, and Matt can feel it in him, can feel Rian's cum, and it's a little awkward and a lot hot. Alex just tightens his lips around the tip of Matt's dick as he comes, getting as much in his mouth as he can and then swallows, getting out from under him so that he doesn't get squished when Matt collapses, which actually happens like point five seconds after he's out. Rian rests his forehead on Matt's back, panting softly, and seems to have forgotten about his boyfriend (which, excuse him?) until Alex makes an ahem noise and glances down at his dick with a pointed look.
Alex watches Rian pull out of Matt, watches him roll over onto his back and look over at the two with a sated expression, black hair all over the place and Alex can't help but smile because, yeah. Matt is fucking awesome.
His boyfriend moves over to him, wraps a hand around his cock and then leans forward, licking a stripe of Matt's cum off his chin that he's missed. It doesn't take long, a few strokes and some crafty wrist twists and Alex is coming, a jumble of RianMattfuckshitfuck passing through his lips and okay, he really does like giving head, apparently.
They get cleaned up and tangle together on the bed, a mess of singerdrummertourmanager limbs, Matt in the middle of both of them, and this isn’t weird yet, that's good, that's really good, but that voice in the back of his head tells him that it will be weird, he's going to need to start looking for a new job right away.
The first part of the morning after isn't weird. He freaks out a little when he wakes up and he's alone, but then he smells bacon and pancakes and eggs and coffee and oh, breakfast. His stomach makes an angry noise at him, and he sits up, stretches, reaches around for his boxers and a tshirt, and realizes that being fucked leaves you in a worse state for wear than doing the actual fucking.
It's a constant, dull pain in his ass that just will not leave him alone. He sits down on one of the counter stools, and Alex passes him a mug of coffee and then sits down on the stool next to him.
"Morning, sleeping beauty," Alex teases and his voice sounds wrecked, wow, but he doesn't get a response because Rian just put a plate of what looks like the greatest pancakes, eggs and bacon in the history of breakfast foods in front of his nose ever. He drowns his pancakes in maple syrup and then eats the whole thing, taking seconds when it was offered.
Evan would beg to differ, but Rian was so much better than Waffle house.
It gets weird when the dishes are done and they're all seated in the living room, Alex and Rian on the loveseat and Matt on the recliner.
"So, uh," Matt says, and he sees something pass between Alex and Rian, some sort of intense conversation that Matt can't hear. "I mean, if this is just a onetime thing - I just don't - I can't work like-"
And then Alex cuts him off, blurts out "We were wondering if you wanted to like, be a thing. With us."
Matt looks at him like he's crazy and Rian rolls his eyes and raps him over the head with his knuckles. "What he means is we want to ask if you want to be our boyfriend," he says quietly. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's not something we'd ask without thinking about it." Matt gapes at him, things running through his head so fast he can't quite catch what it is he's thinking.
"Like -"
"Like a three way relationship. Polyamoury," Alex says, cutting him off again, and he looks a little bit anxious.
"Don't feel like you have to," Rian says, and he actually looks a little nervous too. "And - and we get if you find things weird after this, we'll write you the best fucking references ever, if you need them."
Matt stares between them, thinks about it, thinks about being able to call them both his.
It won't work, that little voice tells him. You're never going to be able to pull this off. Don't do it.
"I - I - okay," Matt says, and gives them a tentative smile. They both smile back. Okay.
A/N 2: as an off thought, you guys have no idea how long i've wanted to use the Rian fucks like he drums line. Really.