Original Fic - Modern Magic - Birthday Bash, 1/1
Summary: Vincent and Matt have planned a surprise for Evan's birthday.
Pairing: Evan/Matt/Vincent
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Author's Notes: Written for theotherdibbler's birthday. A very long-passed, much belated birthday, but still. This explains the theme.
Birthday Bash
"Hey, V. What's up?" Vincent looked up from his book with an expectant smile. Matt leaned down for a welcome-home kiss, enjoying the tingly feeling it left on his lips. "And what have you been drinking?"
"A bit of an overwhelming punch," the vampire admitted. "I'm doing some recipe sampling. I'd like to pick something special for Evan's birthday."
"So... punch?" he clarified, more than a little confused. Not that Vincent wasn't always weirdly interested in feeding his lovers, considering he didn't actually need to eat himself, but normally punch didn't require much planning.
"What can I say, the devil's in the details, and I'm -- "
"Devilish?" He grinned.
Vincent shrugged agreeably.
"Dude. You know what Ev'll do to you if you throw him a party, don't you?"
"Yes, yes. Chopped up testicles and hair on fire, etcetera, etcetera, he warned me. I assume that means he'd pout a lot and withhold sex."
"Pretty much."
"Your brother's threats were far more believable."
"Josh?" The little brat wasn't supposed to talk to his lover. He was supposed to talk to Evan, of course, because they'd been best friends since they managed to de-pants him when he was six, but Josh talking to Vincent was unexpected. Then again... "Ohhhhh. The Lecture."
"The Lecture?"
He nodded.
"Josh's been adding to it ever since Ev came out. He's got cue cards and everything."
For someone who'd seen three centuries' worth of human relationships and participated in quite a few himself, Vincent looked really... disturbed by that.
"A different lecture, then. This one was on how, as Evan's best friend, the throwing of the annual unsolicited surprise birthday party fell exclusively to him. I'm just bringing drinks."
The blond snickered.
"You get that you're throwing away your shot at pretending you didn't know, right?"
"So?"
"Dude. Ev hates people making a big deal out of his birthday. Josh always throws him a surprise party, he grumbles about hating it, and then they prank each other and make up. It's tradition. He's going to be pissed either way, but do you really want him to be pissed at you?"
Vincent considered that. After a moment he grimaced, slammed shut the cookbook, and shook his head. Matt kissed him again, as a reward. Most of their vampire's plans worked out well, but sometimes either Matt or Evan had to dissuade him, and this had definitely been one of those times. Matt didn't even want to think about the consequences if Ev had caught them helping plan one of Josh's annual disasters.
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Matt had drawn sentry duty, so he was waiting in the living room when Evan came in. He looked like he'd had a pretty good birthday so far. Sauntering up the path, tossing his jacket into the closet with total disregard for neatness... all signs of a good mood. And apparenly Ev was very enthusiastic about sharing his good mood, since he waltzed into the room and bowled Matt over in a tonsil-confirming kiss.
"Hi," Ev greet cheerfully, once detached.
"Hey," the older blond replied, trying to regain control of his tongue. "Good brunch?"
"Very good. And since that's the family obligations taken care off... Where's Vincent?"
"Downstairs, waiting for us."
The birthday boy blinked, then shot him a suspicious look.
"This isn't going to be the kind of waiting that ends with people yelling surprise and me feeling really awkward, is it?"
"Just the three of us," he promised, quickly drawing an x over his heart. "But there's a surprise."
His lover continued to look suspicious -- the downside to him knowing them so well -- but allowed Matt to draw him over to the basement door. The trip took a little longer than it normally did, because now he was thinking about what Vincent had set up downstairs, and he suddenly couldn't resist sneaking in a few kisses while they were still on their way down. But they got there before V could start getting bored.
"You're trying to distract me from something," Evan accused, sounding very distracted. Matt decided to kiss his left ear a second time, just in case. It was a good ear to kiss when he needed Ev to stop thinking.
"From what?"
"If I knew that..."
He snickered. Evan was so easy to get worked up. From across the room, he could see Vincent shifting in response to the show. Evan was pressed up against him, just a few steps into the main part of the basement, so he hadn't seen anything yet, and the way he was nibbling on Matt's collarbone almost made him want to give up on the whole birthday surprise thing so they could get around to sex right away. But then his boyfriend snuck in a glance at Vincent and stilled.
Matt forced himself to take another look.
The first adjective anyone could apply to the bed across from them was huge. It was a beautiful wooden monstrosity with four posts, the headboard rising in an intimidating display of inset padding and artistically carved handholds. It was draped in wine-coloured sheets, dimly lit by fixtures on either side and piled with pillows and blankets. Velvet curtains billowed, and that was just impressive, because normally you didn't see enough velvet in one place for that to happen. It was the kind of bed designed for people who wanted to have large, athletic orgies, so Vincent was probably its most appropriate possible owner.
"Hello, cutie," the vampire said with a smile. "How's your birthday coming?"
Evan seemed a little transfixed. Matt was pretty sure the question had been rhetorical. Even if it hadn't been, it wasn't meant to receive a very coherent answer, from the way the naked vampire was prowling on over.
"Speechless?" he prompted smugly.
Evan might have replied to that -- his eyes sharpened -- but then Vince arrived too quickly for words. Matt was impressed by the little shimmy he worked into pulling their birthday boy into a full-contact kiss; it made the younger man shiver noticeably.
Oh yeah, this present was going to be well received.
Stepping back a little to strip off his clothes, he watched the kiss progress. Maybe it was his age, or being a vampire, or just being an orally-fixated romance writer, but something made Vincent one of the most interesting kissers either he or Evan had ever known. (They'd spent an evening testing once, just to be sure.) The vampire never actually ignored his partner's mouth, but he didn't limit himself to it. Instead there were long, cool fingers tracing lines over the stretch of a neck, beautifully filthy words trickling down his skin. Dark hair slipping forwards to tickle the blond's ear and sun-tinged skin heating the vampire's snowy touch. And when that mouth did meander teasingly back to waiting lips...
Well, Matt wasn't surprised when Evan moaned.
"Your turn, cutie," Vincent murmured, and Matt stepped up, vaguely aware that Evan's clothes were coming off while they embraced. The warm, eager kiss Ev offered him was engrossing, though, and for a long time all he could think about was the tongue duelling with his. Even when he felt the two of them shoved gently towards the bed, his brain dismissed it as unimportant, so when they finally parted for air, both blonds were startled to find themselves next to the oversized mattress.
"Oh, right, there was a plan," he reminded himself. Evan narrowed his eyes.
"A plan?"
"You'll like this one, gorgeous," Vincent promised cheerfully. "So get on the bed -- on your belly, please -- and we'll show you."
The blond in question hesitated, but he did crawl onto the bed to bury himself down between two body-sized cushions, so Vincent and Matt shared a triumphant look.
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Matt stared down at the body spread beside him, feeling the slow pulse of lust mingle with a swell of affection. Evan was just... gorgeous. And yeah, they all used that word to describe each other, but it was true. Especially like this: their lover stretched out nude on the bed, arms flung out, legs parted just enough to let someone's hand slip between them. His skin glowed with the oil Vincent had massaged all over him, while Matt had murmured all the things he wanted to do sweetly into Ev's ear. He'd nearly talked all three of them into a quickie before Vincent even reached the first of Evan's hands, but a warning glare and a quick tug on his balls had slowed him down. Now they were left with a blissed-out birthday boy, his eyes closed in relaxation but his lips parted in lust.
"How are you feeling?" Vincent asked teasingly. Evan muttered something incomprehensible; Matt took the break to chance a sip of water. "Ready for the next part of your present?"
Evan cracked one eye open and vocalized something in the area of, "more?"
"You didn't think we were done with you yet, did you?"
From the raised eyebrow, he had.
"We thought you might like being in the middle again," Matt offered, leaning down to brush the words right into their lover's ear. "Let Vincent wrap his mouth around your dick and remind you he doesn't need to breathe, while I slip in from behind and fuck you slow and deep."
"Gimme," Evan managed, and Matt laughed.
"Your wish is our command."
Between the two of them, getting Evan propped up comfortably on his side was an easy task, so it wasn't long before the blond was moaning into Vincent's mouth. Matt watched happily, occupied in slowly stretching Ev on his fingers. The younger man was almost relaxed enough to take him without the prep work, but... they both enjoyed it.
Not that Evan couldn't get impatient long before he did. Vincent smirked when Matt found himself suddenly shoved onto his back, their quiescent partner suddenly energized by lust.
"Didn't you promise to fuck me?" Evan grumbled, and climbed on top of him.
"Yup."
"So can you, please? Before I'm another year older?"
Matt grinned.
"Oh, you are far too coherent right now," their vampire interrupted, and grabbed Matt's dick. Both blonds groaned as Vincent lined them up and began pressing Evan back down. For long, long moments, both were lost in pleasure.
When Matt finally fought himself back under control, he discovered he'd become the bottom layer in a pile of male bodies. Also, there was a cushion uncomfortably positioned halfway under his butt. He could live with that, especially since Evan was sprawled in his lap, legs braced wide and back arching with every thrust. Vincent was crouched over them both, his mouth unmistakably busy pressing torturous kisses all over Evan's cock. That left his erection dangling tantalizingly over Matt's face, so he reached for it dreamily. Every sense was filled with heat and pressure and friction, the sounds of groans and the scents of lust and massage oil.
This may have been Evan's birthday present, he thought dizzily, but they were all enjoying it. Then someone gasped, trembling muscles squeezed down, and the rest of the world disappeared.
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"Guh."
"Oh, good. You liked your present."
Matt rolled his eyes over to Evan, who shuddered. Vampires.
"Shall I give you two a moment?" the male with a supernaturally shortened refractory period asked politely. Two sets of brown eyes commiserated; they both wanted to hit him with a pillow, and neither of them could. "Or two?"
"Shush," Ev managed, and slung an arm out to rope Vincent into a cuddle. Matt hummed happily in gratitude, content to lay still and blissful. Eventually, his toes stopped tingling.
"Josh phoned, by the way," their vampire said casually. This time, when Evan groaned, it didn't sound happy.
"Do we have to go? It'll just turn out to be a party, and I'll hate it."
"Sorry, gorgeous. He's your best friend."
"He's Matt's brother!"
"Can't help that," he interrupted in his own defence. Evan thwapped him lightly, while Vincent snickered.
"Just think -- this time, you're going to a party with the full knowledge that you'll be returning to a big, comfy bed, with two gorgeous men -- well, a man and a vampire -- eager to fulfil your every erotic wish."
The birthday boy squinted.
"Can I wish for us to skip the surprise party and stay here to have lots of sex instead?"
"Sorry. Josh threatened me with unspeakable horrors if I stopped you from arriving on time. And that he'd steal my laptop and scramble all the files."
"Oh, yes, because he's so good with computers."
"He's dating a comp. sci. major," Matt filled in helpfully. Evan groaned again, just in case, but they both stared at him expectantly until he gave in.
"My every erotic wish?"
"Your merest whim and deepest fantasy," Vincent promised grandly. Matt swallowed hard.
"That might be a start," Evan conceded, an evil glint in his eye.
Maybe they'd have been better off letting Vincent make the punch.