fic: not one for love songs
not one for love songs
nathan adrian/conor dwyer/matt grevers
nc17, 2583 words
warnings for threesomes, dubcon, and facials
Nathan decides that alcohol is a beautiful beautiful thing.
He’s pretty good at holding his own, but there are certain people who aren’t - certain people like Conor Dwyer who turn into complete sluts after two shots. Conor’s inability to hold his liquor works in Nathan’s favor; he’s been trying to lure Conor into the bed he shares with Matt for months.
“Nathan,” Conor whines as he crawls into Nathan’s lap. His eyes are glazed over and his skin flushed but he surprisingly manages to keep his balance. “Nathan, let’s get out of here.”
“You’re drunk,” Nathan replies, blinking a couple of times. “And I’m with Matt.”
Conor stares at him. He’s got both legs flung over Nathan’s hips, his knees higher than they should be because he’s too tall for the position, but he loops his arms around Nathan’s neck and says, “I don’t like you with Matt.”
Nathan’s fingers immediately go to Conor’s hips. “Why not?”
“I want to be with you,” Conor says, looking distressed. “Don’t… Don’t you know that?”
Nathan lets his finger slip under Conor’s shirt to rub over a hipbone. Conor looks down at his shirt and beings to rock a little bit and then looks back up. “I’m not a slut Nate,” he slurs.
“You’re in my lap Conor,” Nathan reasons. “I think that makes you a slut.”
Conor’s brows furrow. “I want to fuck you,” he says, like that will somehow convince Nathan that he’s not a slut. Nathan lets out a laugh and pulls Conor just a little bit closer, looking over his shoulder to the other side of the room where Matt’s talking with Ryan and Ricky.
Nathan thinks he might be in love with Matt Grevers. He’s never been in love before, so he isn’t exactly sure, but he and Matt get along remarkably well and Matt likes to fuck other guys as much as he does so Nathan thinks that equates to love.
He catches Matt’s eye just as Conor starts to mouth at his neck. It doesn’t take long for Matt to leave the conversation with Ricky and Ryan and come over; Conor doesn’t even notice him. He pulls away from Nathan’s neck to look him in the eye and Nathan says, “only Matt’s allowed to fuck me,” while Conor frowns.
Matt places a hand on Conor’s shoulder. Conor’s head goes back and he almost topples off Nathan’s lap but Matt’s body keeps him in place. Conor’s eyes go comically wide as he realizes who it is. “Matt I was just - I”
“You were trying to fuck my boyfriend,” Matt says over the low sound of the music. Conor tries to scramble off Nathan’s lap but Matt just presses him down with both hands on his shoulders, leans down close, and says, “I’m okay with that.”
Conor stops moving. He blinks up at Matt confusedly and then looks back to Nathan. “Nate,” he mumbles. “I’m confused.”
Nathan just smiles and continues to run his finger over Conor’s hip. “You want to fuck me right?” Conor nods his head. “But only Matt’s allowed to fuck me, but he wouldn’t mind fucking you.”
“Are you going to fuck me too?” Conor asks, face scrunching up like he’s having trouble absorbing the information. “I don’t really like having a cock in my ass.”
Matt chuckles. His thumb slides up and down Conor’s throat and Conor closes his eyes, leaning in to the touch. “Why don’t we see where the night goes?”
Conor opens his eyes. He stares up at Matt, licks his lips, and says, “okay.”
It takes both of them to get Conor standing up right. He’s a bit drunker than Nathan wants, but Conor seems to understand what’s going on and besides just being a tad bit confused and unable to balance properly he’s fine.
“There’s a room upstairs,” Nathan tells Matt, feeling eyes on the back of his head. Turning he finds Ryan watching them intently from his spot next to Ricky. He doesn’t look happy.
Matt nods. Conor makes a noise of protest, clinging to Matt’s arm to stay upright. “Nate you’re coming right?” He asks, eyes wide like a child that doesn’t want to be separated from its parent.
“I need to talk to Ryan quickly,” Nathan tells him. “But I’ll be right there. Go with Matt, you like him, yeah?”
Conor looks at Matt. He squints at him and then nods, leaning in to kiss him. Matt laughs and kisses back before he starts to guide Conor towards the stairs.
Nathan slowly makes his way over to Ryan. He gives Ryan a smile but Ryan just narrows his eyes accusingly. Nathan leans against the wall next to him.
“Nathan,” Ryan says, surprisingly sober.
Nathan sighs and leans closer to Ryan. “I promise we’ll be careful with him,” he whispers into the other man’s ear.
“He’s drunk,” Ryan states but doesn’t sound as angry as Nathan was expecting. Everyone knows how protective Ryan is of Conor so it’s no surprise that he’s giving Nathan the stink-eye.
Nathan just gives the other man his best puppy dog eyes. Ryan glares at him and then his face softens and he rolls his eyes, nodding. Nathan grins and bumps their shoulders together. “Maybe you should join us to supervise,” Nathan jokes and Ryan just rolls his eyes even more and pushes him away.
Nathan smiles all the way to the room he’s sharing with Matt. The door isn’t locked when he walks in, but he makes sure to bolt it as he closes it behind him.
Conor is naked.
“Nathan!” He says happily when he catches sight of him. Nathan grins, throwing his shirt off as he approaches the bed. Matt is between Conor’s thighs, his own shirt gone, and there are bite marks on his neck and shoulders. Conor’s skin is flushed and his cock hard and he makes grabby hands for Nathan as soon as he’s close enough.
“I want to fuck you,” he groans because Matt’s large fingers are creeping over his thighs. Nathan can see where they’re wet from lube and the skin of Conor’s stomach glistens from where the liquid’s been spilled across his stomach. He climbs onto the bed near Conor’s shoulders and shakes his head.
“Told you,” he says, “only Matt gets to fuck me.”
Conor frowns, looking upset. “Why does only Matt get to fuck you?”
“Because Matt’s my boyfriend,” Nathan explains.
Conor sits up a little bit. “What if I became your boyfriend too?”
Nathan laughs, shifting and leaning down so he can kiss Conor. Conor’s mouth opens for him and the kiss is wet and sloppy, Conor struggling to keep control of his tongue. Eventually Nathan pulls away to breathe and Matt takes the opportunity to slide his fingers down between Conor’s cheeks. Conor makes a noise but he doesn’t protest. Instead he just leans up for another kiss from Nathan.
He does protest when Matt’s finger works at his hole. Conor doesn’t say anything, just wraps his thin fingers around Matt’s fat wrist but doesn’t try to pull his fingers away. He looks at Matt quizzically but doesn’t say anything.
Matt locks eyes with Conor. Nathan knows when Matt slips a finger in because Conor gasps, arching his back a little. Matt’s hand starts to move and Conor makes a whining noise, hips lifting off the bed. He whines again when Matt slips a second finger in and Nathan bends in half to kiss him, distracting him from the probing fingers.
“Oh my god,” Conor gasps, hips rocking with the motion of Matt’s fingers. Matt takes the head of Conor’s cock in his mouth and Conor shouts, bucking his hips. “Matt,” Conor says fingers slipping into his hair and tugging. When Matt lifts his head Conor says, “I don’t want to come yet,” words sloppy and Matt grins, kissing him.
“Condom,” Matt demands and Nathan fishes one out from under a pillow. Matt tears the packet open with his teeth and then slides it on, Conor breathing heavily beneath him. Matt’s fingers slip free and then he’s hiking Conor’s legs up to his chest, and Nathan is kissing the other man to distract him as Matt presses in.
Conor groans. His entire body seizes up and at first Nathan thinks that he’s going to start to protest but then Conor relaxes, thighs shaking, and he bites at Nathan’s lower lip. “You okay?” Nathan asks, stroking his thumb over Conor’s forehead. Conor nods, licking his lips.
Matt draws Nathan into a kiss. “You,” he says against Nathan’s mouth, “are fucking brilliant.”
Nathan grins as Conor keens between them. He makes a gasping noise when Matt shifts to kiss Nathan more, his fingers clawing at Matt’s chest as he begs him to move. “Matt, Matt, please,” he begs, eyes glazed over.
“I thought you didn’t like having a cock up your ass,” Matt says. Conor blinks up at him, looking confused, and then shakes his head when he seems to remember their earlier conversation. “That… That was before,” he says, stumbling and slurring the words.
Matt looks at Nathan and smiles before he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Conor starts to moan, fingers slipping over his stomach to wrap around his cock but Nathan knocks his hand away, wrapping his own fingers around Conor’s dick and flicking his wrist. The angle is awkward because Nathan has to lean over Conor’s long body but he gets a better view of Matt’s thick cock pounding Conor’s ass.
It’s not the fucking other people part of bringing someone else into their bed that Nathan likes, it’s the watching Matt fuck other people part.
Matt’s body is covered in sweat and when he lifts his head from where he’s been watching his cock slam into Conor’s body, Nathan pulls him into a kiss. He moans against Matt’s mouth, fingers slipping away from Conor’s dick to wrap around his own and jerk.
Conor’s making the sweetest noises. Despite what he said earlier about not liking a cock in his ass, he’s taking Matt’s like a pro and sounding like he’s never felt anything better. His eyes are closed as he jacks his dick but he opens his eyes to smile lazily at Nathan. Conor’s mouth opens into a perfect ‘o’ and Nathan’s overcome with the want to fuck it.
“Matt stop,” he says, “I want to fuck his mouth.”
Matt’s hips stop moving and Conor grunts. He glares at Nathan which just makes Nathan laugh breathlessly. Matt pulls out and they both work to get Conor onto his hands and knees, but Conor wobbles and looks like he can’t hold himself up.
Nathan runs his fingers through his teammate’s hair. “You doing okay, Con?”
“My arms are all wobbly,” Conor breathes out, frowning. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Nathan reassures him. Matt tries to move Conor’s hips but Conor just ends up almost face down-ass up, with his arms folded under him to help keep his head up and his hips in the air. Nathan has to relax down and rest on his heels to get his cock at the right angle, but Conor opens his mouth wide, letting Nathan push his cock in without any protest.
“Fuck,” Matt groans, watching as Nathan slowly starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Conor’s mouth easily. Conor looks up at Nathan through his long eyelashes and Nathan grins devilishly when he catches Matt watching them, lifting his hips a little higher and forcing his cock down deeper. Conor chokes a little, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin, but he doesn’t try to push Nathan away.
Matt jacks at his dick and then he’s pushing back in, the force of it causing Conor to lurch forward just as Nathan’s thrusting in and Conor chokes so hard Nathan has to pull out.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Matt says, kissing Conor’s shoulder blade. Conor just wiggles his ass back and lets out a cry when Matt slaps his left ass cheek.
Nathan lets Conor get used to Matt fucking him again before he brings his cock to Conor’s lips and Conor swallows him down. Nathan is able to thread his fingers through Conor’s hair and keep Conor’s head up enough to lift his hips and really thrust.
They work up a rhythm. When Matt slams in Nathan pulls back, Conor’s body moving forward and mouth remaining on his cock even when Nathan pulls away. Conor’s chin is filthy from spit and pre-cum but he’s moaning around the cock in his mouth like a cheap whore, his eyes closing every time Matt pounds in with a particularly hard thrust.
Matt reaches around Conor’s waist and grabs his cock and it only takes two strokes before Conor comes all over Matt’s hand. Nathan’s cock slips out of his mouth and Matt takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in Conor’s hair, pulling his neck back and arching his back. He fucks into Conor hard and then he slams his hips in as he comes, keeping them there as he empties into the condom.
Nathan jerks at his cock quickly. It’s wet from Conor’s spit, and Conor wiggles away from Matt, looks at Nathan and says, “you can come on my face Nate,” and Nathan does.
Conor’s face is filthy. There’s still spit on his chin but now there’s come sliding tackily down from his nose to his lips. Nathan grabs the edge of a sheet and wipes at his face gently, muttering “sorry” as Conor just grins at him.
“S’okay,” Conor says when all the come is gone. He licks his lips and then turns his body around to kiss Matt who just moans against his lips. Matt’s fingers slip inside of Conor’s abused hole and Conor rocks for a moment before he whines and Matt pulls his fingers out. “I can’t anymore,” Conor admits, looking tired.
“We’ll do it again in the morning,” Matt tells him. Conor nods and then proceeds to collapse on the bed.
“Nathan,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. “I think… I think I might be sick.”
It probably wasn’t Nathan’s brightest idea to fuck Conor’s mouth seeing as he’s a complete pussy when it comes to alcohol. Conor doesn’t look like he’s about to be sick though, especially since he’s trying his very hardest to bury himself under the covers and cuddle with the both of them. It doesn’t seem like he can make up his mind between who he’d rather curl up with so Matt just sighs heavily and drags Conor’s torso on top of him, leaving Conor’s legs to tangle with Nathan’s.
“Tell me if you need to be sick,” Matt says, patting Conor’s ass. Conor just makes a noise, obviously on the verge of being too fucked to talk and ready for sleep. Nathan sighs and scoots closer, lying his head on Matt’s shoulder.
“We should do this again,” he says conversationally.
Matt nods. “Maybe next time when he’s a little more sober.”
“Hey!” Conor protests, words muffled by Matt’s chest. “I’m sober.”
“No you’re not,” Matt chuckles. “Go to sleep.”
Conor snorts but says, “okay,” and closes his eyes.
Nathan shares a smile with Matt and then closes his own eyes to sleep. Hopefully Conor won’t throw up on them in the middle of the night and hopefully he will be sober enough in the morning to go for a second round.
nathan adrian/conor dwyer/matt grevers
nc17, 2583 words
warnings for threesomes, dubcon, and facials
Nathan decides that alcohol is a beautiful beautiful thing.
He’s pretty good at holding his own, but there are certain people who aren’t - certain people like Conor Dwyer who turn into complete sluts after two shots. Conor’s inability to hold his liquor works in Nathan’s favor; he’s been trying to lure Conor into the bed he shares with Matt for months.
“Nathan,” Conor whines as he crawls into Nathan’s lap. His eyes are glazed over and his skin flushed but he surprisingly manages to keep his balance. “Nathan, let’s get out of here.”
“You’re drunk,” Nathan replies, blinking a couple of times. “And I’m with Matt.”
Conor stares at him. He’s got both legs flung over Nathan’s hips, his knees higher than they should be because he’s too tall for the position, but he loops his arms around Nathan’s neck and says, “I don’t like you with Matt.”
Nathan’s fingers immediately go to Conor’s hips. “Why not?”
“I want to be with you,” Conor says, looking distressed. “Don’t… Don’t you know that?”
Nathan lets his finger slip under Conor’s shirt to rub over a hipbone. Conor looks down at his shirt and beings to rock a little bit and then looks back up. “I’m not a slut Nate,” he slurs.
“You’re in my lap Conor,” Nathan reasons. “I think that makes you a slut.”
Conor’s brows furrow. “I want to fuck you,” he says, like that will somehow convince Nathan that he’s not a slut. Nathan lets out a laugh and pulls Conor just a little bit closer, looking over his shoulder to the other side of the room where Matt’s talking with Ryan and Ricky.
Nathan thinks he might be in love with Matt Grevers. He’s never been in love before, so he isn’t exactly sure, but he and Matt get along remarkably well and Matt likes to fuck other guys as much as he does so Nathan thinks that equates to love.
He catches Matt’s eye just as Conor starts to mouth at his neck. It doesn’t take long for Matt to leave the conversation with Ricky and Ryan and come over; Conor doesn’t even notice him. He pulls away from Nathan’s neck to look him in the eye and Nathan says, “only Matt’s allowed to fuck me,” while Conor frowns.
Matt places a hand on Conor’s shoulder. Conor’s head goes back and he almost topples off Nathan’s lap but Matt’s body keeps him in place. Conor’s eyes go comically wide as he realizes who it is. “Matt I was just - I”
“You were trying to fuck my boyfriend,” Matt says over the low sound of the music. Conor tries to scramble off Nathan’s lap but Matt just presses him down with both hands on his shoulders, leans down close, and says, “I’m okay with that.”
Conor stops moving. He blinks up at Matt confusedly and then looks back to Nathan. “Nate,” he mumbles. “I’m confused.”
Nathan just smiles and continues to run his finger over Conor’s hip. “You want to fuck me right?” Conor nods his head. “But only Matt’s allowed to fuck me, but he wouldn’t mind fucking you.”
“Are you going to fuck me too?” Conor asks, face scrunching up like he’s having trouble absorbing the information. “I don’t really like having a cock in my ass.”
Matt chuckles. His thumb slides up and down Conor’s throat and Conor closes his eyes, leaning in to the touch. “Why don’t we see where the night goes?”
Conor opens his eyes. He stares up at Matt, licks his lips, and says, “okay.”
It takes both of them to get Conor standing up right. He’s a bit drunker than Nathan wants, but Conor seems to understand what’s going on and besides just being a tad bit confused and unable to balance properly he’s fine.
“There’s a room upstairs,” Nathan tells Matt, feeling eyes on the back of his head. Turning he finds Ryan watching them intently from his spot next to Ricky. He doesn’t look happy.
Matt nods. Conor makes a noise of protest, clinging to Matt’s arm to stay upright. “Nate you’re coming right?” He asks, eyes wide like a child that doesn’t want to be separated from its parent.
“I need to talk to Ryan quickly,” Nathan tells him. “But I’ll be right there. Go with Matt, you like him, yeah?”
Conor looks at Matt. He squints at him and then nods, leaning in to kiss him. Matt laughs and kisses back before he starts to guide Conor towards the stairs.
Nathan slowly makes his way over to Ryan. He gives Ryan a smile but Ryan just narrows his eyes accusingly. Nathan leans against the wall next to him.
“Nathan,” Ryan says, surprisingly sober.
Nathan sighs and leans closer to Ryan. “I promise we’ll be careful with him,” he whispers into the other man’s ear.
“He’s drunk,” Ryan states but doesn’t sound as angry as Nathan was expecting. Everyone knows how protective Ryan is of Conor so it’s no surprise that he’s giving Nathan the stink-eye.
Nathan just gives the other man his best puppy dog eyes. Ryan glares at him and then his face softens and he rolls his eyes, nodding. Nathan grins and bumps their shoulders together. “Maybe you should join us to supervise,” Nathan jokes and Ryan just rolls his eyes even more and pushes him away.
Nathan smiles all the way to the room he’s sharing with Matt. The door isn’t locked when he walks in, but he makes sure to bolt it as he closes it behind him.
Conor is naked.
“Nathan!” He says happily when he catches sight of him. Nathan grins, throwing his shirt off as he approaches the bed. Matt is between Conor’s thighs, his own shirt gone, and there are bite marks on his neck and shoulders. Conor’s skin is flushed and his cock hard and he makes grabby hands for Nathan as soon as he’s close enough.
“I want to fuck you,” he groans because Matt’s large fingers are creeping over his thighs. Nathan can see where they’re wet from lube and the skin of Conor’s stomach glistens from where the liquid’s been spilled across his stomach. He climbs onto the bed near Conor’s shoulders and shakes his head.
“Told you,” he says, “only Matt gets to fuck me.”
Conor frowns, looking upset. “Why does only Matt get to fuck you?”
“Because Matt’s my boyfriend,” Nathan explains.
Conor sits up a little bit. “What if I became your boyfriend too?”
Nathan laughs, shifting and leaning down so he can kiss Conor. Conor’s mouth opens for him and the kiss is wet and sloppy, Conor struggling to keep control of his tongue. Eventually Nathan pulls away to breathe and Matt takes the opportunity to slide his fingers down between Conor’s cheeks. Conor makes a noise but he doesn’t protest. Instead he just leans up for another kiss from Nathan.
He does protest when Matt’s finger works at his hole. Conor doesn’t say anything, just wraps his thin fingers around Matt’s fat wrist but doesn’t try to pull his fingers away. He looks at Matt quizzically but doesn’t say anything.
Matt locks eyes with Conor. Nathan knows when Matt slips a finger in because Conor gasps, arching his back a little. Matt’s hand starts to move and Conor makes a whining noise, hips lifting off the bed. He whines again when Matt slips a second finger in and Nathan bends in half to kiss him, distracting him from the probing fingers.
“Oh my god,” Conor gasps, hips rocking with the motion of Matt’s fingers. Matt takes the head of Conor’s cock in his mouth and Conor shouts, bucking his hips. “Matt,” Conor says fingers slipping into his hair and tugging. When Matt lifts his head Conor says, “I don’t want to come yet,” words sloppy and Matt grins, kissing him.
“Condom,” Matt demands and Nathan fishes one out from under a pillow. Matt tears the packet open with his teeth and then slides it on, Conor breathing heavily beneath him. Matt’s fingers slip free and then he’s hiking Conor’s legs up to his chest, and Nathan is kissing the other man to distract him as Matt presses in.
Conor groans. His entire body seizes up and at first Nathan thinks that he’s going to start to protest but then Conor relaxes, thighs shaking, and he bites at Nathan’s lower lip. “You okay?” Nathan asks, stroking his thumb over Conor’s forehead. Conor nods, licking his lips.
Matt draws Nathan into a kiss. “You,” he says against Nathan’s mouth, “are fucking brilliant.”
Nathan grins as Conor keens between them. He makes a gasping noise when Matt shifts to kiss Nathan more, his fingers clawing at Matt’s chest as he begs him to move. “Matt, Matt, please,” he begs, eyes glazed over.
“I thought you didn’t like having a cock up your ass,” Matt says. Conor blinks up at him, looking confused, and then shakes his head when he seems to remember their earlier conversation. “That… That was before,” he says, stumbling and slurring the words.
Matt looks at Nathan and smiles before he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Conor starts to moan, fingers slipping over his stomach to wrap around his cock but Nathan knocks his hand away, wrapping his own fingers around Conor’s dick and flicking his wrist. The angle is awkward because Nathan has to lean over Conor’s long body but he gets a better view of Matt’s thick cock pounding Conor’s ass.
It’s not the fucking other people part of bringing someone else into their bed that Nathan likes, it’s the watching Matt fuck other people part.
Matt’s body is covered in sweat and when he lifts his head from where he’s been watching his cock slam into Conor’s body, Nathan pulls him into a kiss. He moans against Matt’s mouth, fingers slipping away from Conor’s dick to wrap around his own and jerk.
Conor’s making the sweetest noises. Despite what he said earlier about not liking a cock in his ass, he’s taking Matt’s like a pro and sounding like he’s never felt anything better. His eyes are closed as he jacks his dick but he opens his eyes to smile lazily at Nathan. Conor’s mouth opens into a perfect ‘o’ and Nathan’s overcome with the want to fuck it.
“Matt stop,” he says, “I want to fuck his mouth.”
Matt’s hips stop moving and Conor grunts. He glares at Nathan which just makes Nathan laugh breathlessly. Matt pulls out and they both work to get Conor onto his hands and knees, but Conor wobbles and looks like he can’t hold himself up.
Nathan runs his fingers through his teammate’s hair. “You doing okay, Con?”
“My arms are all wobbly,” Conor breathes out, frowning. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Nathan reassures him. Matt tries to move Conor’s hips but Conor just ends up almost face down-ass up, with his arms folded under him to help keep his head up and his hips in the air. Nathan has to relax down and rest on his heels to get his cock at the right angle, but Conor opens his mouth wide, letting Nathan push his cock in without any protest.
“Fuck,” Matt groans, watching as Nathan slowly starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Conor’s mouth easily. Conor looks up at Nathan through his long eyelashes and Nathan grins devilishly when he catches Matt watching them, lifting his hips a little higher and forcing his cock down deeper. Conor chokes a little, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin, but he doesn’t try to push Nathan away.
Matt jacks at his dick and then he’s pushing back in, the force of it causing Conor to lurch forward just as Nathan’s thrusting in and Conor chokes so hard Nathan has to pull out.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Matt says, kissing Conor’s shoulder blade. Conor just wiggles his ass back and lets out a cry when Matt slaps his left ass cheek.
Nathan lets Conor get used to Matt fucking him again before he brings his cock to Conor’s lips and Conor swallows him down. Nathan is able to thread his fingers through Conor’s hair and keep Conor’s head up enough to lift his hips and really thrust.
They work up a rhythm. When Matt slams in Nathan pulls back, Conor’s body moving forward and mouth remaining on his cock even when Nathan pulls away. Conor’s chin is filthy from spit and pre-cum but he’s moaning around the cock in his mouth like a cheap whore, his eyes closing every time Matt pounds in with a particularly hard thrust.
Matt reaches around Conor’s waist and grabs his cock and it only takes two strokes before Conor comes all over Matt’s hand. Nathan’s cock slips out of his mouth and Matt takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in Conor’s hair, pulling his neck back and arching his back. He fucks into Conor hard and then he slams his hips in as he comes, keeping them there as he empties into the condom.
Nathan jerks at his cock quickly. It’s wet from Conor’s spit, and Conor wiggles away from Matt, looks at Nathan and says, “you can come on my face Nate,” and Nathan does.
Conor’s face is filthy. There’s still spit on his chin but now there’s come sliding tackily down from his nose to his lips. Nathan grabs the edge of a sheet and wipes at his face gently, muttering “sorry” as Conor just grins at him.
“S’okay,” Conor says when all the come is gone. He licks his lips and then turns his body around to kiss Matt who just moans against his lips. Matt’s fingers slip inside of Conor’s abused hole and Conor rocks for a moment before he whines and Matt pulls his fingers out. “I can’t anymore,” Conor admits, looking tired.
“We’ll do it again in the morning,” Matt tells him. Conor nods and then proceeds to collapse on the bed.
“Nathan,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. “I think… I think I might be sick.”
It probably wasn’t Nathan’s brightest idea to fuck Conor’s mouth seeing as he’s a complete pussy when it comes to alcohol. Conor doesn’t look like he’s about to be sick though, especially since he’s trying his very hardest to bury himself under the covers and cuddle with the both of them. It doesn’t seem like he can make up his mind between who he’d rather curl up with so Matt just sighs heavily and drags Conor’s torso on top of him, leaving Conor’s legs to tangle with Nathan’s.
“Tell me if you need to be sick,” Matt says, patting Conor’s ass. Conor just makes a noise, obviously on the verge of being too fucked to talk and ready for sleep. Nathan sighs and scoots closer, lying his head on Matt’s shoulder.
“We should do this again,” he says conversationally.
Matt nods. “Maybe next time when he’s a little more sober.”
“Hey!” Conor protests, words muffled by Matt’s chest. “I’m sober.”
“No you’re not,” Matt chuckles. “Go to sleep.”
Conor snorts but says, “okay,” and closes his eyes.
Nathan shares a smile with Matt and then closes his own eyes to sleep. Hopefully Conor won’t throw up on them in the middle of the night and hopefully he will be sober enough in the morning to go for a second round.