Title: Triple Ripple
Fandom: Torchwood RPF
Pairings: Gareth/Matt/John (mentions of Scott and Gemma)
Rating: NC-17, DEFINITELY NSFW
Disclaimer: As far as I know, none of this happened. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidental. I don't own John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd or Matt Rippy. I assume they own themselves.
Summary: John calls to tease Gareth about his antics at 'Hub 2', and ends up with a lot more than he expected.
Author's Note This was inspired, to start with, by something Gareth said at Hub 2 that made us decide he had a mirror kink. Somehow that evolved into this, although I really don't know how. This is also my first ever attempt at actually writing RPS.
Thanks To:
cazmalfoy,
angelzbabe1989 and
morbid_sparks for discussing ideas with me, and poking me to write more. Caz especially poked me so much I have a sore arm because of it. You can stop poking now!
Triple Ripple
Gareth looked around the room, a frown on his face. He’d left Gemma partying in the bar while he came up to their room to pick something up - but he was damned if he could remember what it was. A buzzing in his back pocket disturbed him from his fuzzy thoughts.
Pulling his mobile out, he stared blearily at the name on the screen for a second or two before bringing it to his ear, a smile appearing on his face. “Hey.”
“So what’s this I’m hearing about you and Matt then? Wasted no time there did you?” There was a teasing tone underneath John’s mock-hurt.
Gareth pulled the phone away to stare at it for a second. “How did you hear about that already?” It had only happened about 8 hours ago.
“People talk, Gaz, and you did it in front of a whole crowd of fangirls. It wasn’t going to take long to get out.”
Gareth smirked. “True.”
“So, how does he compare?”
“You’ve snogged him. How do you think he compares?”
“Ah, but I’ve never had the pleasure of snogging me, so I couldn’t say. Come on, tell me. Do I have serious competition here?” Although the question could have sounded insecure, Gareth knew that kissing was one area (one of many) where John certainly lacked no confidence.
“I don’t know…” he said, drawing the words out. “It was only one kiss. Wasn’t even a proper snog. I may need a bigger sample before I can compare.”
“Oh yeah?” John’s voice had deepened with interest. “Like what? You know I’m all for accuracy when it comes to highly scientific matters like this.”
Gareth’s cock twitched slightly as he recognised John’s ‘sex’ voice. Stepping around to the other side of the bed, he sank down onto the edge of it, in front of the floor length mirror on the wall. He hadn’t been able to get the idea of the mirror out of his head all day, ever since he’d mentioned it to those fans, and John’s voice in his ear only made the fantasy better.
“Oh, I can think of plenty of experiments we could do…” Even as he said it, images and scenarios flooded through his mind. His heart started to beat a little faster, a little harder, as they took form.
“Care to let me in on them?” He could hear in John’s voice too that he was getting excited. He trailed a hand down his own body, rubbing his palm across the line of his cock where it was beginning to harden in his jeans.
“Well, I’d start with a proper kiss,” he said huskily. “Long and deep - all in the name of science, you know. Map out his lips with mine, and let him do the same to me. I can just imagine it now, can’t you? All slow and soft and sloppy as we learn each other.” Hitting the button for speakerphone, he dropped the phone onto the bed beside him, leaning back on an elbow as he continued stroking himself to hardness.
“Then our hands start wandering as his tongue curls around mine, and we know we have to breathe but we don’t want to break away to do it.”
“Ooh yeah…” John’s breathing was harsh on the other end of the line as he too, clearly, imagined the picture Gareth’s words had painted. “Keep talking…”
“We can’t tear our lips apart, but that’s not enough any more. Our bodies meld together, and I can feel his cock rock hard against mine through our jeans. The friction as we grind together feels fantastic, but it’s still not enough.”
Unable to take the rising pressure any more, Gareth toed off his shoes and undid his fly, wriggling swiftly out of his jeans and boxers and discarding his socks. He’d wonder later if it had been John’s influence that had caused him to develop this ability to undress in almost nothing flat. As the last of the clothing fell to the floor, he started talking again.
“His hands are on my fly, helping me out of those restrictive layers of clothing. His dick is silky smooth under my hand as I push his own trousers off and take him in hand.”
Wrapping a hand firmly around his own erection, Gareth smiled at himself in the mirror as John’s soft moans filtered across the phone lines. Oh yes, this was even better than he’d imagined.
“A moment later, and our mouths are back together as his hand wraps around my cock and starts stroking, just right…” His breathing is getting heavier as he watches his own hand slide up and down his cock in the mirror, thumb sweeping across the tip to gather the pre-come leaking there. Seeing it from this angle he can really imagine that the hand on his cock is not his own, is someone else’s - Gemma’s, John’s, even Matt’s, like he’s been describing (although, he reflects, it’s too masculine a hand for Gemma, which just leaves John and Matt).
He strokes a little faster, a little harder.
“It feels oh so good, and then he…”
A voice interrupted him mid-sentence.
“Hey, Gareth, you left your door…” Matt’s voice trailed off as he came to a halt a few steps in the door. Swallowing hard, he pushed the door properly closed behind him.
Gareth’s hand stilled on his cock as he tried to work out what to do or say next.
“Gareth?” John’s voice rang out breathlessly from his mobile speakers. “Come on, what did he do next?”
“He, ahh…” Gareth took a deep breath. “He just walked in on me…”
There was no response from the other end of the phone, and as Gareth and Matt were both equally tongue-tied, silence fell over the room for a long awkward moment.
Gareth’s hands dropped to rest on the bed beside him, and he tried to meet Matt’s eyes. For his part, Matt didn’t seem to know quite where to let his gaze fall. His eyes flickered around the room, but Gareth quickly noticed that they repeatedly drew back to look at his dick where it was bumping against his stomach.
Matt started to worry his bottom lip between his teeth, and Gareth could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. Blowing out a breath, he shifted slightly and started to get to his feet.
Matt didn’t move, but his eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat. “I should… I should probably… go.” He indicated the door behind him with his thumb, but his eyes didn’t leave Gareth.
Coming to a decision, Gareth took a small step closer to Matt. “You can leave if you want, but just so you know, you really don’t have to.” He was relieved to see that, along with healthy doses of confusion and nerves, there was a spark of interest in Matt’s gaze. “In case it wasn’t clear, you were… sort of involved already.”
Matt still looked a little unsure, but his eyes flickered down to Gareth’s lips more and more with each passing moment. Gareth lifted his eyebrows questioningly, and this time it was Matt that stepped forward.
Taking that as tacit permission, Gareth gripped his arm loosely and brought their lips together. After a brief moment’s hesitation, Matt’s lips softened under his own and he started to kiss him back. Gareth quickly realised that the brief lip lock on stage earlier hadn’t given him the slightest clue as to Matt’s ability as a kisser.
He released a pleasure drenched sigh into Matt’s mouth as their mouths opened and the kiss deepened. His hand tightened around Matt’s upper arm and their tongues tangled lustfully.
As they pulled back to draw in gulping breaths of air, Gareth noticed his phone still sitting on the bed and remembered John on the other end, no doubt dying to know what was going on. “You may actually have a bit of competition here, John,” he said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “As I suspected, he’s a damn good kisser.”
Matt smiled wickedly at the praise, and pulled Gareth back to him for a short, hard kiss. As their bodies swayed together, he Gareth could feel the beginning’s of Matt’s erection against his thigh.
“God, I wish I could see you right now.” John’s voice on the phone was filled with longing. “I bet you two make a gorgeous picture.”
“Oh, I wish you could too,” Gareth replied, lifting his lips from Matt’s and speaking towards the phone. “I… actually… do you have your laptop on you?” He drew back a little and looked around the room.
“Yes…” John drew out the word as he was obviously curious as to what Gareth had in mind.
“And do you have internet access?”
“Of course.”
“Good. ‘Cos I have mine, and… it has a webcam.” Finally locating his laptop in a corner, he picked it up and woke it up. He glanced at Matt, just to make sure he was okay with this, but there was nothing in his expression that indicated any misgivings, so he called up his video call software and clicked it on.
A few seconds later, along with a message confirming that his webcam stream was being received at the other end, John’s face appeared on the screen. Apparently Gareth wasn’t the only one with a webcam.
“Why hello there,” John grinned, his voice echoing from both the phone and the laptop speakers. Counting on the laptop microphone to pick up well enough from now on, Gareth grabbed the phone and hung up. Tossing it on the nightstand, he looked back to the laptop screen, where the picture had pulled back enough to reveal that John was definitely bare from the waist up. Gareth more than suspected he was completely nude.
The naked lust in his eyes, however, was the most evident thing in the image.
His own desire, which had waned ever so slightly while he set up the call, came back to hit him full force. Tearing his eyes away from the screen, he met Matt’s gaze again and practically gulped at the blatant hunger reflected in it.
Almost without conscious thought, he reached for Matt again, dragging him into a sloppy kiss as his hands found their way under Matt’s shirt.
He shivered as Matt’s hands swept down his own back before tentatively coming to rest on his naked arse. Of their own volition, his fingers came round and started undoing the buttons on Matt’s shirt.
He could hear John saying something in a husky voice in the background, but he was too caught up in Matt’s kiss to make out the individual words.
He breathlessly pulled back as he reached the last button, pushing the shirt off Matt’s shoulders and lifting his arms to let Matt pull his own T-shirt over his head. Tumbling together onto the bed, Gareth and Matt both looked back at the laptop screen.
The picture had zoomed back even further now, and Gareth could see John stretched out languidly for the camera, stroking his cock slowly as he watched them on his own screen.
“I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he muttered as he stared heatedly at the camera for a long moment. John responded by bringing a finger from his free hand up into his mouth - Gareth knew that John knew what that image always did to him.
Closing his eyes for a second and taking a calming breath, he turned his attention back to Matt, sprawled out half-underneath him. He stroked a finger down the other man’s chest, shifting down the bed a little as he followed its progress with his mouth.
He nibbled a nipple gently, and thrilled to hear Matt’s low groan brush through his hair; his hand stroked across Matt’s flat belly and the whole body shudder it elicited made his cock jump in excitement.
When he reached the waistband of Matt’s jeans, he lifted his head to catch his eye, silently checking that Matt was still okay with everything that was happening. The wanton, passionate look he got in response was more than enough confirmation.
Working quickly, he undid the fly on Matt’s jeans and pulled them down and off, along with his boxers, getting rid of his socks and shoes on the way. Dropping the pile of fabric to the floor, he knelt on the bed between Matt’s calves, savouring the sight of Matt’s almost completely erect cock.
“You have no idea how hot a picture the two of you make,” John said, his voice gravelly with arousal. Gareth licked his lips as he smirked sinfully into the camera, letting John know just what he planned to do next. He knew John had worked it out when his hand tightened around his dick as he groaned.
His mouth almost watering with temptation, he dropped his gaze to lock eyes with Matt as he shifted forward, lowering his mouth slowly to engulf the head of Matt’s cock, never breaking the eye contact. He felt it swell to full hardness in his mouth as he swept his tongue across the tip.
He sucked lightly and Matt’s eyes fluttered shut, his head dropping back in bliss. “Fuck, yes.” His moaned words became incoherent as Gareth started to bob his head, swirling his tongue and utilising every trick he’d picked up since he’d started seeing John. Gareth could almost make out his own name, John’s and possibly the word ‘please’.
Matt positively whimpered when he drew back, pushing himself up on his arms so he could look Matt in the eye again. He took a calming breath as he sorted his scattered thoughts.
“Here’s where you have a choice,” he started, his voice deep. “And I promise, this is completely up to you, as I’m enjoying myself whatever way.” A quick glance at the laptop screen confirmed that John was going to have a good time regardless as well.
“I could keep going, finish you off like this. I could come up there and we go with hands. Or…” He tilted his head in indication. “I do have lube in my bag.”
Matt pushed himself up on his elbows as Gareth sat back a little. He shook his head slightly as something clearly wasn’t quite adding up for him. “Why do you have…”
Gareth grinned. Just because he was here with his girlfriend didn’t mean lube might not be a necessity. “The lube goes with the toys. Very handy if you have some time to kill alone.” His eyes unfocused for a second as he looked into the middle distance. “And, well, Gemma really knows what she’s doing with those things too.” A few memorable experiences rushed through his mind’s eye before he brought his attention back to the present.
When he did, he noticed that Matt was suddenly looking hesitant and unsure. “Uhh… maybe I…”
Gareth cut him off as he figured out what Matt’s issue was. “Look, please don’t worry. Gemma knows all about my relationship with John, and she’s fine with it. We wouldn’t keep doing it if she weren’t. Same with John and Scott.” Another look at the screen showed him John nodding in agreement.
“We’re not sneaking around behind anyone’s back,” he said, backing up Gareth’s words.
Matt looked between Gareth and the screen for a few moments, evidently trying to decide if they were telling him the truth. What he found must had satisfied his concerns, as he sank back down onto the bed and looked down across his chest at Gareth. “Okay then. So if the options are still open… can I go for option one, please?”
Gareth smiled, relieved, and settled back down between Matt’s thighs. “Absolutely.”
He lowered his head further and licked a broad stripe up the underside of Matt’s cock, bringing it instantly back to full arousal. One hand came up to tease across his balls as he took Matt back into his mouth. It didn’t take long for Matt to return to a moaning, incomprehensible state as Gareth sucked vigorously, feeling one of Matt’s hands come up to tangle fingers in his hair.
He tasted different, and the texture was slightly different, but they weren’t bad differences, and Gareth could feel his own arousal building further even as he urged Matt to orgasm. Whenever he lifted his eyes to the laptop screen he could see John stroking himself expertly, his own gaze fixed firmly on the picture Gareth and Matt were creating for him.
He knew Matt was close when his fingers tightened in his hair, tugging almost painfully. Moments later, his balls contracted and his cock swelled in Gareth’s mouth and Matt cried out in a mixture of obscenities, deities and something else that could have been anything. Gareth kept up a gentle pressure, sucking every last drop, every last ecstatic moment from Matt’s climax.
He crawled back up the bed as Matt’s breathing gradually slowed, settling beside him and locking gazes with John across his body and through the miles separating them. He rubbed a palm flatly across his aching erection as he waited for Matt to recover a little.
After a long minute, Matt blew out a steady breath and looked over at him. “Man, you really know what you’re doing with that.”
Gareth smiled and nodded at the screen. “I learned from the best.” He noticed John preening slightly in response. He started trying to think of something to say to deflate John’s ego a little after he’d so shamelessly pumped it up, but a moment later the thoughts were wiped from his brain as Matt’s hand covered his own on his cock.
Matt’s voice was close to his ear when he spoke. “Well, I maybe not have your…” He paused, and Gareth could almost see the inverted commas appearing. “… training, but I’m always willing to give new things a try.”
With that, he urged Gareth over to lie on his back and started kissing and nipping his way down Gareth’s torso. “Trust me,” Gareth panted as Matt licked a line up his sternum, “it’s pretty hard to do it wrong.”
He grasped onto the bed sheets below him, resisting the temptation to grip Matt’s head and guide him to where he wanted him. He shivered as Matt teased his navel. “And believe me too when I say that you’ll know when you get it right.”
Finally - blissfully - Matt’s mouth closed around the head of his cock. He used what little brain power he had left to concentrate on not bucking his hips into Matt’s face, not wanting to overwhelm him.
He heard John’s voice, and turned his head towards the screen, listening hard to hear what he was saying. He caught what he assumed was the end of a sentence.
“…likes having his balls sucked.”
Damn, John was giving Matt tips on his blowjob preferences. Looking harder, he focused his eyes on John’s actions on the screen. He felt all the air leave his lungs as he realised that a finger of what had been John’s free hand - possibly two, even - was now buried in his arse. John’s face was contorted with pleasure, even as he continued to talk to and encourage Matt.
So caught up in watching John, Gareth had barely noticed that Matt’s mouth had left his cock until he felt the wet heat engulf one of his balls. “Oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned loudly, letting his head drop back to the pillow as he rode out the spike of pleasure.
Whatever John was saying to him - and Gareth had, by now, lost the ability to decipher the words spilling from his laptop speakers - Matt was certainly picking up on how best to pleasure him. Gareth’s gaze flickered between Matt’s mouth, hot and red around his cock, and the delicious image John was making on the screen.
He felt his hips buck uncontrollably as his orgasm started to crash over him, and he was vaguely aware of John’s cries of ecstasy in the background as the blood rushed through his ears and he came, hard.
When he regained coherency, Matt was resting beside him and John had a happy, sated look on his face as the picture on the screen had zoomed back in to show only that.
He was about to say something when his mobile buzzed on the nightstand, indicating a new message.
Reaching over to grab it, he read the message and grinned. Gemma was no fool.
Dropping the phone to the bed, he looked over at John’s smiling face on his screen.
“John, apparently I’m to tell you to finish wanking off on your own. Gemma needs me back at the bar.”
THE END
Remember - Comments = love <3, and this is my first try at this. I'd really like to know if I pulled it off ;)