FIC: Jenny Had A Birthday
Title: Jenny Had A Birthday
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement - the title and summary are her fault too!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Jensen Ackles are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Jenny had a birthday - Steve and Chris come, so does Jenny. Twice.
“It’s not as bad as you think?” Steve offered, trying his hardest not to laugh as he watched Jensen’s mouth working to find an answer. “I promise,” he continued, taking the shirt from Jensen’s hand, putting in the suitcase, the flipping the lid shut. He took Jensen’s hand and tugged him over to the bed, sitting down, pulling Jensen onto his lap, Jensen’s back against his chest, and wrapping his arms around him. “I did it a couple years ago, remember?”
“I know,” Jensen nodded. “But…”
Steve shook his head, cutting Jensen off with a kiss. “But nothing, Jen.” Jensen’s sigh was lost against Steve’s lips as Steve continued to kiss his protests away.
“It’s different for you,” Jensen muttered. “Different for musicians. I’m an actor, Steve. And I’m getting old and…”
“And you’re still beautiful,” Steve said softly, his fingers sliding below the waistline of Jensen’s jeans, rubbing along his belly. “That’s never going to change - no matter how old you are.”
“But…” Jensen started, once again cut off by Steve.
“No,” Steve interrupted. “Whatever it is, no.”
“I just wanna get drunk and forget all about it. You can at least grant me that…”
“No.” Steve shook his head. “I’m not letting you get drunk. I know what you’re like and I’m not letting you do anything stupid, embarrassing or dangerous…”
“You never said that to me,” Christian protested from the doorway, interrupting Steve.
“Would there have been any point?” Jensen shot back
“None at all,” Steve agreed, kissing Jensen’s neck. He looked up as Christian sauntered into the room, hat pulled down low over his eyes. He nodded imperceptibly, grinning when Christian slid onto Jensen’s lap, straddling both of them.
Christian’s lips brushed the other side of Jensen’s neck, his hands resting lightly on Steve’s hips. “Has he told you what he let me do on my thirtieth?” Jensen shook his head. “No? Now that surprises me - he loves telling this story…”
Steve chuckled. “Why would I want to stop him running around the block in his boxers? The cartwheels were… interesting. And it wasn’t my fault the cops picked him up…” He trailed off, brushing his lips over Christian’s before turning his attention back to Jensen, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Like I said Jen; not letting you do anything that’s stupid, embarrassing or dangerous.”
“Definitely not if it involves running around in my underwear in public,” He laughed, bucking up with a moan when Christian bit down on his neck. “So what did you have in mind instead?” Jensen asked, his voice low and suggestive, his hands resting lightly on Christian’s waist, thumbs rubbing circles through his t-shirt.
Christian grinned, continuing to lick and suck on Jensen’s neck, nuzzling him. “We’re gonna give you a birthday to remember for a whole different reason,” he promised, nibbling on Jensen’s ear.
“Sounds good,” Jensen agreed, Christian’s hands cupping his face as Christian kissed him, tongue forcing entry past his lips; all but fucking his mouth.
Steve whimpered at the sight, his arms tightening around Jensen, lips grazing his neck. He watched Christian kissed Jensen, his hand sliding around to cup the back of Jensen’s head, their tongues battling for dominance. He shifted, rubbing against Jensen, hand sliding up under his t-shirt to scrub the palms of his hands over already tight nipples. “Fuck, Jen…”
“That’s the plan, remember?” Christian winked at Steve, leaning over Jensen to kiss him briefly, before turning his attention back to Jensen.
Jensen moaned, rocking between Steve and Christian, arching his chest into Steve’s touch, hips bucking into Christian’s. His moans turned to a whine of loss when Christian slid off his lap, moving to kneel at his feet, hands pulling his jeans down.
Steve’s hand slid lower, grasping the bottom of Jensen’s t-shirt and pulling it up over his head. He slid backwards, legs falling either side of Jensen and tugging him down to lie between his legs, fingers tracing random patterns on his chest, still playing with his nipples as he leaned over to kiss him. “Gonna make tonight so good for you,” he promised, lips kissing a trail down Jensen’s throat to suckle on one of his nipples.
Jensen tensed, a low moan ripped from his throat as his hands clutched at Steve’s legs, arching his chest up; hips bucking at the first touch of Christian’s warm hands to his hardening cock. He swallowed audibly; tugging Steve’s mouth back to his, tongue parting his lips as his cock was engulfed by the warm wetness of Christian, with his skilled fingers working his balls. “Chr… oh fuck!”
Steve laughed and kissed Jensen again. “We’re getting there,” he promised, fingers pinching and rolling Jensen’s nipples until Jensen was writhing on the bed, back arching up, thrusting his hips, pistoning his cock in and out of Christian’s mouth.
Christian pulled back slightly with a growl, hands pressing Jensen’s hips tightly against the bed, holding him in place.
Jensen whimpered, struggling against Christian’s grip on him, Steve’s fingers ghosting down his stomach and hipbones. He bit down on his lower lip, still trying to buck his hips as Christian and Steve’s mouths and hands sent him over the edge of orgasm; arching up, fingers clenching tightly on Steve’s legs and watching through hooded eyes as Christian swallowed rapidly. He grinned satedly, slumping back against Steve, moaning as Steve’s fingers cleaned his come from Christian’s lips then pressed his fingers against Jensen’s lips, groaning himself when Jensen sucked them in.
Christian rose to his feet, smug grin on his face as he climbed back onto the bed, pinning Jensen down against Steve, kissing him hard, letting Jensen taste himself even more.
Steve moaned and shifted on the bed, palming himself through his jeans as he watched Christian and Jensen; Jensen tugging Christian’s t-shirt off and pulling him close, the two humping against each other, hands exploring.
Panting, Christian broke the kiss and met Steve’s eyes; a slow grin spreading on his face at the flush of arousal on Steve’s skin and the dilation of his eyes. He grabbed Steve’s wrist and pulled him up to a sitting position, crawling onto his lap, arms looped around his neck, lips nibbling his ear.
Steve moaned, his neck rolling to one side to allow Christian access to his neck. He shivered when Christian obliged, nuzzling, kissing and sucking, marking him. Another shudder ran through him at the feel of Jensen’s intent gaze on them. His eyes slid closed, hand sliding between him and Christian, rubbing Christian’s hard cock through his jeans, smirking when he bucked his hips with a groan.
Christian whimpered softly, lips grazing down Steve’s neck to his pulse point, sucking hard, tongue bathing the forming bruise. “You’re wearing too much,” he complained breathlessly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the feel of Jensen’s eyes on him. He grabbed the hem of Steve’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head, chucking it behind him onto the floor. He slid his hands down Steve’s chest, fingers playing with the silver ring threaded through his left nipple, lips following the same path, teasing the piercings with his tongue until Steve gasped, fingers clutching in his hair.
Insinuating a leg between Christian’s, Steve rolled them over, rising to his knees and straddling Christian’s waist. “Much better,” he muttered, unzipping Christian’s jeans and pushing them down his legs.
He glanced over at his side, meeting Jensen’s eyes as the other man moved around on the bed to watch them; eyes dark and one hand stroking his swelling cock. “Like what you see, Jen?” He asked, voice rough as he slid down the bed to nuzzle Christian’s balls.
Jensen nodded, sucking his lower lip into his mouth with a moan as Steve took Christian’s cock all the way down his throat.
Christian’s eyes rolled back in his head and he swore loudly, hands clutching desperately on Steve’s shoulders, breath coming in harsh pants as pleasure and need spiralled through him, white noise rushing through his ears as he sped towards his orgasm. His grip on Steve’s shoulders tightened enough to leave bruises, Steve coaxing his orgasm out of him, swallowing as Christian came hard. Panting, he tugged Steve up on top of him, in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and grinning.
Steve wrapped one arm around Christian’s neck, planting a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek before turning his attention to Jensen, pulling him over to them; Jensen turning around and pushing Steve down on the bed.
Kissing Steve hard, Jensen’s hands moved to his jeans, rubbing his palm over the damp patch on his crotch, eliciting a low moan from Steve, accompanied by a thrust of his hips. “Please…” Steve’s head rolled to the side, meeting Christian’s eyes, Christian’s lips moving on his neck; licking, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin while Jensen licked and nipped at his lips, ripping his shirt down the middle, buttons flying everywhere. Pushing the sleeves down Steve’s arms, Jensen fumbled briefly with the zip on his jeans, but they soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor, Steve lying naked and hard between he and Christian.
Jensen sat back slightly, raking his eyes over Steve’s body, laughing as Steve trembled with need. Shifting on the bed, he straddled Steve’s hips, their hard cocks brushing over each other as he leaned down, bracing himself with one hand either side of Steve’s head, their lips meeting in another brutal kiss.
Steve moaned, rolling his hips up and shivering at the contact, fingers clutching at Jensen’s shoulders. “Jen, please…” He begged, arching up against him again.
“What do you want, Steve?” Christian shifted position slightly, leaning up on one hand, the other sliding between Jensen and Steve to curl around Steve’s cock. “Do you want to come?”
Steve whimpered and nodded, twisting his head to catch Christian’s lips under his, tongue parting them to slide into his mouth, teasing Christian’s tongue. “Please,” he moaned, thrusting up into Jensen’s fist, his eyes sliding closed as Jensen starting pumping his cock, thumb running over the head, fingers becoming slick with pre-come.
The louder Steve moaned, the faster Jensen worked his cock until Steve was writhing on the bed, babbling barely coherently and begging Jensen to bring him off. Jensen laughed breathlessly, his own cock hardening again as Steve rubbed against him, fingers tightening until Steve tensed on the bed, a low growl coming from his throat as he coated Jensen’s fist and chest with come.
Christian groaned and crawled over to them, sitting up and plastering himself against Jensen’s back, hand slipping under him, fist going around both Jensen’s and Steve’s cock, pumping them hard and fast. Jensen moaned, rocking into Christian’s hand, pressing Steve harder into the bed. Steve trembled, fresh pleasure sparking through his spent body, stars flashing in front of his eyes before he slumped back down on the bed.
Christian’s lips were on Jensen’s neck even as his cock slid between his thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you Jenny,” he whispered, lips capturing his earlobe, nibbling on it. “Fuck you so fucking hard and Steve’s gonna suck you and you’re gonna be comin’ so hard you’ll be forgettin’ your name,” he promised.
Jensen froze at Christian’s words, his eyes going wide and his arms refusing to hold his weight, dropping both him and Christian on top of Steve. Jensen quickly rolled off Steve and onto his back, meeting Christian’s eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, face splitting into a wide grin as Christian dipped his head to kiss him.
Steve rolled over with a whimper and pulled lube and condoms from the drawer, turning back in time to see Christian slide a pillow under Jensen’s hips, spreading his legs and biting the inside of his thigh hard enough to make Jensen yelp.
“Play nice, Christian.” Steve chuckled, swatting him on the ass once before kissing him, sucking on his lower lip.
Christian laughed and pouted, brushing a lock of sweaty hair from Steve’s forehead and returning the kiss. They swapped positions; Steve kneeling between Jensen’s legs while Christian lay beside then, nipping at Jensen’s jaw. Steve whimpered as he watched Christian and Jensen kiss, feeling his cock starting to harden again. His fingers curled lightly around the base of Jensen’s cock, tongue darting out across the head, drawing a low moan from Jensen. Steve looked up, grinning as both Christian and Jensen looked down at him before dragging his along the v of Jensen’s legs, sucking at his hipbone.
Jensen lifted his head to watch Steve, slumping back to the bed with a loud moan as first one, and then the other of his balls was lathed by Steve’s tongue. His moans grew louder as Steve continued worshipping him with his tongue, licking and nibbling his ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingers and blowing gently over the ring of muscles.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen tensed on the bed, lips parting and eyes sliding shut. “I… Uh… Steve… God… Oh…” His eyes snapped open again, a strangled whimper escaping his lips as Steve’s tongue lapped around his ass, licking and sucking lightly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Christian whispered against Jensen’s lips, his hand sliding round to cup the back of his head as he kissed him, tongue lazily exploring his mouth, one hand sliding down to circle the head of his cock, until Jensen was writhing desperately on the bed and Steve had to hook his arms around his knees to keep him still. He grinned at the stunned look on Jensen’s face and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Rolling onto his side to face Jensen, one hand sliding down to pump his own throbbing erection as he kissed Jensen again, still running one finger along the length of Jensen’s’ swollen cock, tracing the thick pulsing vein.
Jensen groaned and broke the kiss, his head falling back against the pillows. Steve’s tongue was driving him crazy, darting in and out of his ass, then pulling back slightly to run around the rim of muscles. He trembled from head to foot as white hot lanced through him, arching his back clean off the bed, Christian’s mouth on his neck, biting down to mark him, then soothing the ache with his tongue.
Panting hard, Jensen’s fingers tangled in the sheets beneath him, a long whine escaping him when Steve pulled away. He lifted his head to look at Steve, shivering as their eyes met.
Steve whimpered and broke eye contact, feeling both Jensen’s and Christian’s eyes on him as he uncapped the lube, coating two of his fingers with the gel.
Sucking on his lip in concentration, trying to ignore the throbbing of his own cock, he gently pressed his fingers past the ring of muscle, grinning when Jensen’s moans grew louder and he pressed back against him. He gently massaged the muscle until his fingers slid in with minimal resistance, and then twisted his wrist to brush his fingers over Jensen’s prostate.
Jensen howled and arched up on the bed, his back clean off the bed as his orgasm shot through him, his whole body trembling with the force of it. He collapsed back down on the bed, breathing heavily, moaning under his breath as Steve crawled up the bed to kiss Christian, hand sliding between them to pump Christian’s over-sensitive erection.
“He’s ready,” Steve mumbled against Christian’s lips, rubbing his own hard-on against his leg. “And, from the feel of it, so are you.” He reached down to the bed beside him to pick up a condom and ripped the foil, blushing as he felt Jensen’s heated gaze on him. He carefully rolled the condom onto Christian’s cock, both of them trembling with need as Christian pulled Steve up for a wet kiss, before turning his attention to Jensen.
Jensen moaned at the first touch of Christian’s fingers to his hips, his eyes sliding closed as Steve leaned over and started kissing him. He nodded distractedly when Christian told him to say if it hurt. Reaching out for Steve again, Jensen’s hands played over sweaty skin as they kissed.
Christian groaned at the sight and, taking a deep breath, lined his cock up against Jensen’s ass. He looked up again, shivering as Steve and Jensen started playing with each other’s cocks. Biting down on his lower lip to stifle his moans, Christian pushed gently into Jensen, wincing when he whimpered and tensed. Christian stilled immediately, both he and Steve soothing Jensen, trying to get him to relax, kissing and touching him.
A few moments later, Jensen moaned, his eyes snapping open and meeting Christian’s. “Please,” he moaned. “Chris… …” He rolled his hips, thrusting down, trying to force Christian in deeper.
Steve grinned at the desperation evident in Jensen’s tone and shifted position on the bed, Jensen’s cock sliding all the way down his throat. Another low moan ripped it’s way from Jensen’s throat, his breathing speeding up to desperate pants as he took Steve’s cock in his mouth, hips still trying to rock against Christian.
Jensen groaned around Steve’s cock as Christian pushed harder into him, until he was all the way in, then stopped, letting Jensen adjust to the feeling of being full.
“So fucking tight Jen. Fuck, so good.” Christian gasped as Jensen’s muscles contracted around him, sending pleasure screaming through his veins. He met Steve’s eyes, a wide grin splitting his face as he adjusted his grip on Jensen, sliding his cock slowly out before pushing back in again. He soon found his rhythm, cock slamming against Jensen’s prostate with every stroke until Jensen was writhing on the bed, moaning continuously, his moans sending Steve wild as they vibrated on his cock.
Steve pulled back slightly, running his tongue around the head of Jensen’s cock, lapping up the pre-come, still not breaking eye contact with Christian.
Jensen whimpered and tensed on the bed with pleasure, unsure of which he needed more; Steve’s mouth on his cock or Christian’s cock in his ass. His nerve-endings were on fire and it didn’t take long before he exploded in Steve’s mouth, Steve convulsively swallowing his come. Trembling with the force of his orgasm, Jensen slumped back to the bed, breathing hard through his nose, too exhausted to do anything but let Steve & Christian fuck him.
Christian groaned, eyes going wide as Jensen’s muscles contracted around him even more. Throwing his head back, his grip on Jensen’s hips tightened, and his thrusts became erratic and desperate as he slammed in and out of Jensen, swearing loudly as his orgasm shot through him. He rolled to the side and shifted to rest his head on Jensen’s shoulder, opening his eyes in time to watch Steve come, hips thrusting fast in and out of Jensen’s mouth, shudders wracking him as he cried out, tensing then collapsing back down again.
“Fuck!” Steve was still trembling when he changed position to lay the other side of Jensen, wrapping his arms around his waist. He lifted his head, whimpering as he watched Christian kiss Jensen, tongue darting out to lick at a few drops of come still clinging to his lips.
Hearing Steve’s whimper, Christian leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, running the backs of his fingers down his cheeks, matching grins growing on their faces. Christian sighed contentedly and snuggled up against Jensen, grabbing hold of the duvet and pulling it around them.
“Happy birthday, Jensen.” he mumbled against Jensen’s lips, kissing him again.
Jensen blushed and glanced between Steve and Christian; a shy smile tugging on his lips when he met Steve’s eyes. “Thank you,” he said softly. He hummed appreciatively as Christian pulled him closer, spooning up behind him, Steve holding him tightly from the front. “Although,” he told them around a yawn, “I dread to think what you two have planned for Riley’s birthday”
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement - the title and summary are her fault too!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Jensen Ackles are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Jenny had a birthday - Steve and Chris come, so does Jenny. Twice.
“It’s not as bad as you think?” Steve offered, trying his hardest not to laugh as he watched Jensen’s mouth working to find an answer. “I promise,” he continued, taking the shirt from Jensen’s hand, putting in the suitcase, the flipping the lid shut. He took Jensen’s hand and tugged him over to the bed, sitting down, pulling Jensen onto his lap, Jensen’s back against his chest, and wrapping his arms around him. “I did it a couple years ago, remember?”
“I know,” Jensen nodded. “But…”
Steve shook his head, cutting Jensen off with a kiss. “But nothing, Jen.” Jensen’s sigh was lost against Steve’s lips as Steve continued to kiss his protests away.
“It’s different for you,” Jensen muttered. “Different for musicians. I’m an actor, Steve. And I’m getting old and…”
“And you’re still beautiful,” Steve said softly, his fingers sliding below the waistline of Jensen’s jeans, rubbing along his belly. “That’s never going to change - no matter how old you are.”
“But…” Jensen started, once again cut off by Steve.
“No,” Steve interrupted. “Whatever it is, no.”
“I just wanna get drunk and forget all about it. You can at least grant me that…”
“No.” Steve shook his head. “I’m not letting you get drunk. I know what you’re like and I’m not letting you do anything stupid, embarrassing or dangerous…”
“You never said that to me,” Christian protested from the doorway, interrupting Steve.
“Would there have been any point?” Jensen shot back
“None at all,” Steve agreed, kissing Jensen’s neck. He looked up as Christian sauntered into the room, hat pulled down low over his eyes. He nodded imperceptibly, grinning when Christian slid onto Jensen’s lap, straddling both of them.
Christian’s lips brushed the other side of Jensen’s neck, his hands resting lightly on Steve’s hips. “Has he told you what he let me do on my thirtieth?” Jensen shook his head. “No? Now that surprises me - he loves telling this story…”
Steve chuckled. “Why would I want to stop him running around the block in his boxers? The cartwheels were… interesting. And it wasn’t my fault the cops picked him up…” He trailed off, brushing his lips over Christian’s before turning his attention back to Jensen, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Like I said Jen; not letting you do anything that’s stupid, embarrassing or dangerous.”
“Definitely not if it involves running around in my underwear in public,” He laughed, bucking up with a moan when Christian bit down on his neck. “So what did you have in mind instead?” Jensen asked, his voice low and suggestive, his hands resting lightly on Christian’s waist, thumbs rubbing circles through his t-shirt.
Christian grinned, continuing to lick and suck on Jensen’s neck, nuzzling him. “We’re gonna give you a birthday to remember for a whole different reason,” he promised, nibbling on Jensen’s ear.
“Sounds good,” Jensen agreed, Christian’s hands cupping his face as Christian kissed him, tongue forcing entry past his lips; all but fucking his mouth.
Steve whimpered at the sight, his arms tightening around Jensen, lips grazing his neck. He watched Christian kissed Jensen, his hand sliding around to cup the back of Jensen’s head, their tongues battling for dominance. He shifted, rubbing against Jensen, hand sliding up under his t-shirt to scrub the palms of his hands over already tight nipples. “Fuck, Jen…”
“That’s the plan, remember?” Christian winked at Steve, leaning over Jensen to kiss him briefly, before turning his attention back to Jensen.
Jensen moaned, rocking between Steve and Christian, arching his chest into Steve’s touch, hips bucking into Christian’s. His moans turned to a whine of loss when Christian slid off his lap, moving to kneel at his feet, hands pulling his jeans down.
Steve’s hand slid lower, grasping the bottom of Jensen’s t-shirt and pulling it up over his head. He slid backwards, legs falling either side of Jensen and tugging him down to lie between his legs, fingers tracing random patterns on his chest, still playing with his nipples as he leaned over to kiss him. “Gonna make tonight so good for you,” he promised, lips kissing a trail down Jensen’s throat to suckle on one of his nipples.
Jensen tensed, a low moan ripped from his throat as his hands clutched at Steve’s legs, arching his chest up; hips bucking at the first touch of Christian’s warm hands to his hardening cock. He swallowed audibly; tugging Steve’s mouth back to his, tongue parting his lips as his cock was engulfed by the warm wetness of Christian, with his skilled fingers working his balls. “Chr… oh fuck!”
Steve laughed and kissed Jensen again. “We’re getting there,” he promised, fingers pinching and rolling Jensen’s nipples until Jensen was writhing on the bed, back arching up, thrusting his hips, pistoning his cock in and out of Christian’s mouth.
Christian pulled back slightly with a growl, hands pressing Jensen’s hips tightly against the bed, holding him in place.
Jensen whimpered, struggling against Christian’s grip on him, Steve’s fingers ghosting down his stomach and hipbones. He bit down on his lower lip, still trying to buck his hips as Christian and Steve’s mouths and hands sent him over the edge of orgasm; arching up, fingers clenching tightly on Steve’s legs and watching through hooded eyes as Christian swallowed rapidly. He grinned satedly, slumping back against Steve, moaning as Steve’s fingers cleaned his come from Christian’s lips then pressed his fingers against Jensen’s lips, groaning himself when Jensen sucked them in.
Christian rose to his feet, smug grin on his face as he climbed back onto the bed, pinning Jensen down against Steve, kissing him hard, letting Jensen taste himself even more.
Steve moaned and shifted on the bed, palming himself through his jeans as he watched Christian and Jensen; Jensen tugging Christian’s t-shirt off and pulling him close, the two humping against each other, hands exploring.
Panting, Christian broke the kiss and met Steve’s eyes; a slow grin spreading on his face at the flush of arousal on Steve’s skin and the dilation of his eyes. He grabbed Steve’s wrist and pulled him up to a sitting position, crawling onto his lap, arms looped around his neck, lips nibbling his ear.
Steve moaned, his neck rolling to one side to allow Christian access to his neck. He shivered when Christian obliged, nuzzling, kissing and sucking, marking him. Another shudder ran through him at the feel of Jensen’s intent gaze on them. His eyes slid closed, hand sliding between him and Christian, rubbing Christian’s hard cock through his jeans, smirking when he bucked his hips with a groan.
Christian whimpered softly, lips grazing down Steve’s neck to his pulse point, sucking hard, tongue bathing the forming bruise. “You’re wearing too much,” he complained breathlessly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the feel of Jensen’s eyes on him. He grabbed the hem of Steve’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head, chucking it behind him onto the floor. He slid his hands down Steve’s chest, fingers playing with the silver ring threaded through his left nipple, lips following the same path, teasing the piercings with his tongue until Steve gasped, fingers clutching in his hair.
Insinuating a leg between Christian’s, Steve rolled them over, rising to his knees and straddling Christian’s waist. “Much better,” he muttered, unzipping Christian’s jeans and pushing them down his legs.
He glanced over at his side, meeting Jensen’s eyes as the other man moved around on the bed to watch them; eyes dark and one hand stroking his swelling cock. “Like what you see, Jen?” He asked, voice rough as he slid down the bed to nuzzle Christian’s balls.
Jensen nodded, sucking his lower lip into his mouth with a moan as Steve took Christian’s cock all the way down his throat.
Christian’s eyes rolled back in his head and he swore loudly, hands clutching desperately on Steve’s shoulders, breath coming in harsh pants as pleasure and need spiralled through him, white noise rushing through his ears as he sped towards his orgasm. His grip on Steve’s shoulders tightened enough to leave bruises, Steve coaxing his orgasm out of him, swallowing as Christian came hard. Panting, he tugged Steve up on top of him, in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and grinning.
Steve wrapped one arm around Christian’s neck, planting a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek before turning his attention to Jensen, pulling him over to them; Jensen turning around and pushing Steve down on the bed.
Kissing Steve hard, Jensen’s hands moved to his jeans, rubbing his palm over the damp patch on his crotch, eliciting a low moan from Steve, accompanied by a thrust of his hips. “Please…” Steve’s head rolled to the side, meeting Christian’s eyes, Christian’s lips moving on his neck; licking, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin while Jensen licked and nipped at his lips, ripping his shirt down the middle, buttons flying everywhere. Pushing the sleeves down Steve’s arms, Jensen fumbled briefly with the zip on his jeans, but they soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor, Steve lying naked and hard between he and Christian.
Jensen sat back slightly, raking his eyes over Steve’s body, laughing as Steve trembled with need. Shifting on the bed, he straddled Steve’s hips, their hard cocks brushing over each other as he leaned down, bracing himself with one hand either side of Steve’s head, their lips meeting in another brutal kiss.
Steve moaned, rolling his hips up and shivering at the contact, fingers clutching at Jensen’s shoulders. “Jen, please…” He begged, arching up against him again.
“What do you want, Steve?” Christian shifted position slightly, leaning up on one hand, the other sliding between Jensen and Steve to curl around Steve’s cock. “Do you want to come?”
Steve whimpered and nodded, twisting his head to catch Christian’s lips under his, tongue parting them to slide into his mouth, teasing Christian’s tongue. “Please,” he moaned, thrusting up into Jensen’s fist, his eyes sliding closed as Jensen starting pumping his cock, thumb running over the head, fingers becoming slick with pre-come.
The louder Steve moaned, the faster Jensen worked his cock until Steve was writhing on the bed, babbling barely coherently and begging Jensen to bring him off. Jensen laughed breathlessly, his own cock hardening again as Steve rubbed against him, fingers tightening until Steve tensed on the bed, a low growl coming from his throat as he coated Jensen’s fist and chest with come.
Christian groaned and crawled over to them, sitting up and plastering himself against Jensen’s back, hand slipping under him, fist going around both Jensen’s and Steve’s cock, pumping them hard and fast. Jensen moaned, rocking into Christian’s hand, pressing Steve harder into the bed. Steve trembled, fresh pleasure sparking through his spent body, stars flashing in front of his eyes before he slumped back down on the bed.
Christian’s lips were on Jensen’s neck even as his cock slid between his thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you Jenny,” he whispered, lips capturing his earlobe, nibbling on it. “Fuck you so fucking hard and Steve’s gonna suck you and you’re gonna be comin’ so hard you’ll be forgettin’ your name,” he promised.
Jensen froze at Christian’s words, his eyes going wide and his arms refusing to hold his weight, dropping both him and Christian on top of Steve. Jensen quickly rolled off Steve and onto his back, meeting Christian’s eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, face splitting into a wide grin as Christian dipped his head to kiss him.
Steve rolled over with a whimper and pulled lube and condoms from the drawer, turning back in time to see Christian slide a pillow under Jensen’s hips, spreading his legs and biting the inside of his thigh hard enough to make Jensen yelp.
“Play nice, Christian.” Steve chuckled, swatting him on the ass once before kissing him, sucking on his lower lip.
Christian laughed and pouted, brushing a lock of sweaty hair from Steve’s forehead and returning the kiss. They swapped positions; Steve kneeling between Jensen’s legs while Christian lay beside then, nipping at Jensen’s jaw. Steve whimpered as he watched Christian and Jensen kiss, feeling his cock starting to harden again. His fingers curled lightly around the base of Jensen’s cock, tongue darting out across the head, drawing a low moan from Jensen. Steve looked up, grinning as both Christian and Jensen looked down at him before dragging his along the v of Jensen’s legs, sucking at his hipbone.
Jensen lifted his head to watch Steve, slumping back to the bed with a loud moan as first one, and then the other of his balls was lathed by Steve’s tongue. His moans grew louder as Steve continued worshipping him with his tongue, licking and nibbling his ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingers and blowing gently over the ring of muscles.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen tensed on the bed, lips parting and eyes sliding shut. “I… Uh… Steve… God… Oh…” His eyes snapped open again, a strangled whimper escaping his lips as Steve’s tongue lapped around his ass, licking and sucking lightly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Christian whispered against Jensen’s lips, his hand sliding round to cup the back of his head as he kissed him, tongue lazily exploring his mouth, one hand sliding down to circle the head of his cock, until Jensen was writhing desperately on the bed and Steve had to hook his arms around his knees to keep him still. He grinned at the stunned look on Jensen’s face and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Rolling onto his side to face Jensen, one hand sliding down to pump his own throbbing erection as he kissed Jensen again, still running one finger along the length of Jensen’s’ swollen cock, tracing the thick pulsing vein.
Jensen groaned and broke the kiss, his head falling back against the pillows. Steve’s tongue was driving him crazy, darting in and out of his ass, then pulling back slightly to run around the rim of muscles. He trembled from head to foot as white hot lanced through him, arching his back clean off the bed, Christian’s mouth on his neck, biting down to mark him, then soothing the ache with his tongue.
Panting hard, Jensen’s fingers tangled in the sheets beneath him, a long whine escaping him when Steve pulled away. He lifted his head to look at Steve, shivering as their eyes met.
Steve whimpered and broke eye contact, feeling both Jensen’s and Christian’s eyes on him as he uncapped the lube, coating two of his fingers with the gel.
Sucking on his lip in concentration, trying to ignore the throbbing of his own cock, he gently pressed his fingers past the ring of muscle, grinning when Jensen’s moans grew louder and he pressed back against him. He gently massaged the muscle until his fingers slid in with minimal resistance, and then twisted his wrist to brush his fingers over Jensen’s prostate.
Jensen howled and arched up on the bed, his back clean off the bed as his orgasm shot through him, his whole body trembling with the force of it. He collapsed back down on the bed, breathing heavily, moaning under his breath as Steve crawled up the bed to kiss Christian, hand sliding between them to pump Christian’s over-sensitive erection.
“He’s ready,” Steve mumbled against Christian’s lips, rubbing his own hard-on against his leg. “And, from the feel of it, so are you.” He reached down to the bed beside him to pick up a condom and ripped the foil, blushing as he felt Jensen’s heated gaze on him. He carefully rolled the condom onto Christian’s cock, both of them trembling with need as Christian pulled Steve up for a wet kiss, before turning his attention to Jensen.
Jensen moaned at the first touch of Christian’s fingers to his hips, his eyes sliding closed as Steve leaned over and started kissing him. He nodded distractedly when Christian told him to say if it hurt. Reaching out for Steve again, Jensen’s hands played over sweaty skin as they kissed.
Christian groaned at the sight and, taking a deep breath, lined his cock up against Jensen’s ass. He looked up again, shivering as Steve and Jensen started playing with each other’s cocks. Biting down on his lower lip to stifle his moans, Christian pushed gently into Jensen, wincing when he whimpered and tensed. Christian stilled immediately, both he and Steve soothing Jensen, trying to get him to relax, kissing and touching him.
A few moments later, Jensen moaned, his eyes snapping open and meeting Christian’s. “Please,” he moaned. “Chris… …” He rolled his hips, thrusting down, trying to force Christian in deeper.
Steve grinned at the desperation evident in Jensen’s tone and shifted position on the bed, Jensen’s cock sliding all the way down his throat. Another low moan ripped it’s way from Jensen’s throat, his breathing speeding up to desperate pants as he took Steve’s cock in his mouth, hips still trying to rock against Christian.
Jensen groaned around Steve’s cock as Christian pushed harder into him, until he was all the way in, then stopped, letting Jensen adjust to the feeling of being full.
“So fucking tight Jen. Fuck, so good.” Christian gasped as Jensen’s muscles contracted around him, sending pleasure screaming through his veins. He met Steve’s eyes, a wide grin splitting his face as he adjusted his grip on Jensen, sliding his cock slowly out before pushing back in again. He soon found his rhythm, cock slamming against Jensen’s prostate with every stroke until Jensen was writhing on the bed, moaning continuously, his moans sending Steve wild as they vibrated on his cock.
Steve pulled back slightly, running his tongue around the head of Jensen’s cock, lapping up the pre-come, still not breaking eye contact with Christian.
Jensen whimpered and tensed on the bed with pleasure, unsure of which he needed more; Steve’s mouth on his cock or Christian’s cock in his ass. His nerve-endings were on fire and it didn’t take long before he exploded in Steve’s mouth, Steve convulsively swallowing his come. Trembling with the force of his orgasm, Jensen slumped back to the bed, breathing hard through his nose, too exhausted to do anything but let Steve & Christian fuck him.
Christian groaned, eyes going wide as Jensen’s muscles contracted around him even more. Throwing his head back, his grip on Jensen’s hips tightened, and his thrusts became erratic and desperate as he slammed in and out of Jensen, swearing loudly as his orgasm shot through him. He rolled to the side and shifted to rest his head on Jensen’s shoulder, opening his eyes in time to watch Steve come, hips thrusting fast in and out of Jensen’s mouth, shudders wracking him as he cried out, tensing then collapsing back down again.
“Fuck!” Steve was still trembling when he changed position to lay the other side of Jensen, wrapping his arms around his waist. He lifted his head, whimpering as he watched Christian kiss Jensen, tongue darting out to lick at a few drops of come still clinging to his lips.
Hearing Steve’s whimper, Christian leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, running the backs of his fingers down his cheeks, matching grins growing on their faces. Christian sighed contentedly and snuggled up against Jensen, grabbing hold of the duvet and pulling it around them.
“Happy birthday, Jensen.” he mumbled against Jensen’s lips, kissing him again.
Jensen blushed and glanced between Steve and Christian; a shy smile tugging on his lips when he met Steve’s eyes. “Thank you,” he said softly. He hummed appreciatively as Christian pulled him closer, spooning up behind him, Steve holding him tightly from the front. “Although,” he told them around a yawn, “I dread to think what you two have planned for Riley’s birthday”
~El Fin~