FIC: After the Interviews [1/1] Jack/Milo/Adrian [NC-17] Heroes RPS
Title: After the Interviews
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: Jack/Milo/Adrian
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SEX
Timeline: Heroes World Tour between Season 1 and Season 2
Disclaimer: It's all bullshit and falsehoods. I don't believe a word of it.
Author's Notes: amazonqueenkate made me do it, because she is the porn fairy, and we're both pretty dirty-minded. But, really, who of us wouldn't want to see at least one cast member shirtless?
After the Interviews
By Perpetual Motion
After the interviews, as they pile into their various cars, Milo suggests dinner. Hayden begs off, citing sore feet and general exhaustion, but Jack and Adrian agree, neither particularly interested in camping out in their hotel rooms just yet. So the three of them pile into one car, tell the driver to drop them anywhere, and end up at a faux-dive with huge portions and plenty of beer for Jack and Adrian.
They’re drinking and eating and laughing and talking, Jack and Adrian giving Milo absolute shit for the number of pretty young women who spot him and yell, “Jess!” in heavy accents. Somewhere in the middle of everything, Milo’s hand finds Adrian’s under the table, slips him the key card to his hotel room, and Adrian slips it into his pocket without breaking his conversation with Jack.
Two hours later, Jack and Adrian were fairly tipsy and Milo is just glad for their driver as the three of them pile back into the car. They make it to the hotel without incident, nod to each other as they enter their respective rooms, and then, forty minutes later, Adrian crosses the hall to Milo’s room and lets himself in.
Jack and Milo are already on the bed, Milo’s shirt is off, Jack’s hand is down Milo’s pants, and all Adrian can do is stare. They both notice him and pause. Adrian looks at Jack, looks at Milo, looks at Jack, and then finally settles on Milo. “Slut,” he says with the kind of affection one uses for a foregone yet charming conclusion.
Milo grins, Jack trailing his tongue across the crooked corner of his mouth. “Get over here already,” he says, his hands working Jack’s belt.
Adrian grins and walks over, shoving Milo down on the bed with a hand to the middle of his chest and finishing the removal of Jack’s belt himself. “You don’t mind?” He asks while giving Jack his best smile.
Jack raises an eyebrow, snorts, and slides his hand down Adrian’s back to squeeze his ass. “Oh, yeah, I’m complaining.”
“I’m about to complain,” Milo says as he tries to sit up.
Jack pushes him down and crawls after him as Milo shuffles towards the headboard. “Who asked you?”
“I didn’t need to be asked,” Milo fires back, cocky and horny and flushed along his collarbones. “I didn’t invite both of you here so you could play with each other.”
“You also didn’t tell either of us that this was a non-exclusive event,” Adrian says as he grabs Jack’s belt from the floor. “Do you have a long-sleeved shirt?”
“Yeah. Why?” Milo never sees the belt coming, not with Jack palming him through his jeans, and Adrian making sure to distract him by nipping at his neck. He only realizes he’s been tricked when his arms are against the headboard and the belt is already around his forearms. “Hey!”
“Shut up,” Jack says, low and husky, the barest smile at the corners of his mouth. “Sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Milo snorts and tugs at his restraints. “Yeah, like I’m getting ridden in this state.”
Adrian slips behind Jack, one hand dipping into the waistband of his jeans. “Well, if he thinks he’s getting nothing, we should probably just leave him there.”
“Probably,” Jack agrees, and turns to kiss Adrian with a slow, thorough tongue and a nibble to his bottom lip. He slides a hand under Adrian’s T-shirt, feels the beat of his heart, and starts to tug the shirt over Adrian’s head.
“Not yet,” Adrian says as he toes off his shoes and pushes Jack down on the bed. “Let’s draw this out.”
“You’re both sons of bitches,” Milo announces. “Huge fucking sons of bitches.”
Jack throws out an arm, feels around, and tweaks Milo’s nipple, grins at the way Milo moans and arches. “I can see this is a real hardship for you,” he says, dry as possible with Adrian biting down on his shoulder and wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Fuckers,” Milo grinds out as he watches Adrian’s hand move over Jack’s cock. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
“Bet me,” Adrian says with a smirk as he tightens his grip on Jack’s cock and makes him hiss through his teeth. “We could leave you right there the whole damned time.”
“You fucking fuckers.”
“Not quite yet,” Adrian takes his free hand and digs his nails into Milo’s stomach, leaving an even set of half-moon indents to the left of Milo’s navel. “You wait your turn, young man.”
“If I wait my turn, you two’ll wear your old asses out.”
“Now that,” Jack grunts as Adrian starts sucking his cock. “That’s just rude. And rude’ll get you nowhere.”
Milo cants his hips and licks his lips. He grins as Jack’s eyes glaze a little. “You sure about that?”
“Slut,” Jack says with the same affection Adrian had used. He reaches down and cards his fingers in Adrian’s hair, pulls his hips up to make Adrian have to work a little harder. “Harder,” he orders, and Adrian hollows his cheeks until Jack drops back his head and groans. “Fuck. Yes.”
Milo groans as he watches them. His dick is pressing against the zipper of his jeans, and it’s starting to hurt. He tries to shift, but with his arms belted, it’s useless. “Goddamnit,” He mutters as Jack moans and his dick pulses. “Somebody fucking touch me.”
Adrian pulls off Jack, wincing as his hair is pulled. “Watch it.”
“I was,” Jack says, dirty grin sliding along his face. “And then you stopped.”
Adrian laughs and scratches up Jack’s torso. “Not for long. Just want to shut this one up.” And he’s sliding over on the bed, hand roughly cupping Milo through his jeans. He nips at Milo’s lips, licks his teeth, strokes under his arm just to watch him twitch.
“I want to be fucked. Not fucked with.” Milo growls, hips bucking up under Adrian’s hand.
“Oh, why can’t it be both?” Jack slides his hands over Adrian’s back and under his shirt. “Fuck slow. If the pretty boy’s so concerned with getting fucked, let’s get him fucked.”
Adrian sits up so Jack can take off his shirt. He grunts when Jack’s hands dig into his hips. “You’re gonna bruise me.”
“You’re gonna like it.” Jack presses his cock into the back of Adrian’s jeans as he pops the button. “Let’s get you out of these.” He slides the jeans down Adrian’s legs and straightens up, pausing to bite the small of Adrian’s back.
“You’re a rough bastard,” Adrian says, but his back is arching, and he’s reaching back for Jack.
“I’m still here, you know,” there’s a whine underlying Milo’s voice now. “And if it wasn’t for me, neither of you would be getting shit tonight.”
“As far as you know.” Jack pushes Adrian back on the bed and takes a step back. He strokes himself once, twice, and then settles himself along the length of Milo. “We could have hired hookers. Called our wives for phone sex. Just fucked each other without your whiny ass getting in the way.”
“Maybe,” and Milo’s smirk is the dirtiest thing Jack has ever seen. “But what fun is that?”
Jack reaches down and undoes Milo’s pants. “Guess we won’t find out tonight.” Adrian’s behind him suddenly, licking up his spine while pressing his groin against Jack’s backside. “Don’t distract me.”
“Why not?” Adrian fits himself to Jack’s back and bites his ear. “I thought we were torturing the pup?”
“I’m not a pup, goddamnit.” Milo tries to pull his arms free and only manages to stretch his chest and neck in a way that makes Jack bite him from behind his ear to his navel. Milo lets out a frustrated yell and goes limp on the mattress. “Fuck you, both,” he grumbles as Jack gets distracted by Adrian pulling at his hair.
“I think,” Adrian reaches around to cup at Jack’s balls, “it may be time,” he gives them a careful squeeze, “to actually pay attention to the little whore.”
Jack rotates his hips down to get more pressure from Adrian’s hand. “If you’re sure.”
Adrian pulls at Jack’s cock slowly. “I suppose.”
“All right, then.” Jack gives Milo’s jeans a tug and strips him down to his flushed and shivering skin. “You are a fucking pretty boy.”
“Fuck you,” Milo snaps as Jack leans in and licks his balls. “Oh, fuck yes.” Jack slides his tongue up Milo’s cock and sucks on the head. “Fuck.”
“Getting there,” Adrian says as he tosses a tube of lube next to Milo. “Working under the theory that Jack actually wants to.”
“I could manage,” Jack presses his fingers to Milo’s perineum and nips at the inside of his thigh when he groans. “I suppose.”
Milo digs his teeth into his lip, eyes past Jack to Adrian. Adrian’s hand is already slick, and Milo considers warning Jack, but it’s Jack belt that’s got him tied to the headboard, and it’s Jack that’s torturing him now, with the way he’s stroking up and down his crease, so he just presses against Jack’s hand and grins when Jack’s breath stutters, and his fingers slide off their path.
“Mind on your job,” Adrian says smugly, rotating the two fingers he has in Jack to make him grunt and thrust backwards. “Wouldn’t want Milo to get cranky.”
“I’m not cranky; I’m horny,” Milo says, eyes narrowing. “And if you two could quit being-oh, sweet Jesus.”
“Trust me,” Jack says as he thrusts finger into Milo again, “he’s not listening.” He slides in a second finger, unlubricated, and leans into to lick at Milo’s tattoo when Milo hisses.
“You are a rough fucker.”
“You want a rough fuck,” Jack counters.
Adrian pulls his fingers free and lines up his cock. “You want it rough, Jack?”
Jack closes his eyes and tries to breathe evenly. Milo leaning up to bite at his neck doesn’t help. “God. Yes.”
“Good.” Adrian rocks his hips forward, one hand on his cock to guide it in, the other hand on Jack’s hip, trying to hold him still when he attempts to move back. “Fuck.”
Jack grunts again, low in his throat, and crooks his fingers in Milo, dragging down until he finds the spot and Milo lets out something approximating a choked scream. “That’s what you want.”
”I want more than that,” Milo pushes down on Jack’s fingers, growling in his chest when the belt keeps him from moving like he wants.
Adrian leans over Jack, bites at his spine, and slides in another inch. “You gonna fuck Milo anytime soon?”
Jack bites Milo’s lips to keep from yelling and licks the teeth marks. “Maybe.”
“Seriously,” Milo gasps harshly as Jack pinches his nipple, “if someone doesn’t fuck me-“
Jack bites Milo’s lips again. “Shut up,” he mutters, fingers sliding in hard. He smiles at the way Milo moans into his mouth. “You are such a slut.”
Milo twists, curses at the belt, and tries to twist again. “Prove it.”
“I-“ Jack breathes out as Adrian pushes in. “Christ.”
“Yeah,” Adrian mumbles, pulling back to push back in. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Milo yells as Jack stops moving to concentrate on Adrian fucking him. “If someone doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna go fuck Hayden.” And, oh yes, there’s Jack, fingers scissoring in his ass, his other hand pressing hard into his hip.
“You fucking won’t.” Jack pulls out his fingers, lubes them up again, and slides back in. He watches the way Milo’s eyes flutter, pushes back when he feels Adrian push in again. “I’m going to fuck you so well, you won’t remember Hayden’s name tomorrow.”
“Big talk,” Milo spits out, fingernails digging into his palms, belt cutting into his forearms. “All you’ve done is talk.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jack slides his fingers out, slides them in, slides them out, and slicks up his cock. “You wanna get fucked, Milo?”
“No, I want to have a fucking tea party.”
“God, you’re a bitch,” Jack says as he starts to slide in. He’s trying to go slow, but Adrian’s putting more force in his thrusts, and it’s pushing him forward faster than he’d like. “Don’t bruise the merchandise,” Jack mutters, trying to position himself so Adrian doesn’t have total control.
“Why not?” Adrian pushes forward again, hips slapping, Jack losing his balance and sliding into Milo in such a way that Milo literally howls slams his arms into the headboard.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He breathes as Jack pulls out and slides back in. “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
Adrian slams into Jack. Jack slams into Milo. Milo screams, and Jack puts a hand over his mouth. Milo bites down.
“Cunt.”
Milo’s response is lost behind Jack’s hand, but his eyes are hot, his hands are fists, and he’s working his hips, making himself slide around like he’s oiled up.
“Fucking hell,” Adrian whispers, seeing the display over Jack’s shoulder. “Fuck him hard,” he orders Jack, thrusting roughly to make his point.
“I’m trying,” Jack says, taking his hand off Milo’s mouth so that he can get a good grip on his hips. “You ready for this?”
“Bring it,” Milo says, all tough guy bravado and jutting chin.
Jack digs his fingernails into Milo’s hips and pulls him forward, lifting Milo’s lower back off the bed and dragging his arms against the belt. He works him like that, lifting him up, thrusting home, sliding out and dropping Milo back on the bed. It makes Milo thrash his head, curl his toes, and start a steady grunt as he tries to get back control from where Jack’s pressing against his pelvis.
“Fuck. Shit.” Adrian snaps out as he starts pushing faster. “Fuck. God. Fuck.” He bends over Jack, teeth settling into Jack’s neck, and pushes harder. “Fuck.”
Milo yells as Jack thrusts harder into him. “Fuck.”
Jack runs his nails down Milo’s legs as Adrian pushes in again. “Fuck.”
*
The next morning, as they all have breakfast, Hayden looks over at Milo and gasps. “What happened?” She reaches out to touch a welt on Milo’s forearm, and he pulls away, pushing down his sleeve to hide the evidence.
“Nothing,” he says, and pretends like Jack’s foot in his lap isn’t actually an issue.
“Like hell,” Hayden says, and glares when the other three laugh at her. “I am not cute when I swear.”
“You’re cute when you do everything,” Adrian says with brotherly affection, and leans over to kiss her on top of the head.
“I hate you guys.”
“Do not,” Milo says, and his voice is hoarse. Hayden notices.
”Welts,” she mutters, “and your voice…oh my god, you got kinky laid!” She says it loud enough for the people at the next table to look up.
Milo smirks, and Jack wants to lean in and lick at the crooked edge of his mouth. “Maybe,” is all Milo says as he finishes his juice. While Hayden makes claims, Milo winks at Adrian and drops a hand under the table to stroke at Jack’s ankle.
“You so got laid,” Hayden states like it’s a final decision.
“He so did,” Adrian agrees with a straight face.
“It’s too early for this,” Jack says as he hides a smile behind his coffee cup. He presses his toes a bit more firmly into Milo’s crotch.
“I hate you,” Hayden tells Milo, and then steals the toast off his plate.
“Yeah, sure,” Milo agrees.
Across the table, while Hayden butters her purloined toast, Adrian mouths ‘slut’ to Milo.
Milo just raises and eyebrow and licks his fork suggestively.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: Jack/Milo/Adrian
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SEX
Timeline: Heroes World Tour between Season 1 and Season 2
Disclaimer: It's all bullshit and falsehoods. I don't believe a word of it.
Author's Notes: amazonqueenkate made me do it, because she is the porn fairy, and we're both pretty dirty-minded. But, really, who of us wouldn't want to see at least one cast member shirtless?
After the Interviews
By Perpetual Motion
After the interviews, as they pile into their various cars, Milo suggests dinner. Hayden begs off, citing sore feet and general exhaustion, but Jack and Adrian agree, neither particularly interested in camping out in their hotel rooms just yet. So the three of them pile into one car, tell the driver to drop them anywhere, and end up at a faux-dive with huge portions and plenty of beer for Jack and Adrian.
They’re drinking and eating and laughing and talking, Jack and Adrian giving Milo absolute shit for the number of pretty young women who spot him and yell, “Jess!” in heavy accents. Somewhere in the middle of everything, Milo’s hand finds Adrian’s under the table, slips him the key card to his hotel room, and Adrian slips it into his pocket without breaking his conversation with Jack.
Two hours later, Jack and Adrian were fairly tipsy and Milo is just glad for their driver as the three of them pile back into the car. They make it to the hotel without incident, nod to each other as they enter their respective rooms, and then, forty minutes later, Adrian crosses the hall to Milo’s room and lets himself in.
Jack and Milo are already on the bed, Milo’s shirt is off, Jack’s hand is down Milo’s pants, and all Adrian can do is stare. They both notice him and pause. Adrian looks at Jack, looks at Milo, looks at Jack, and then finally settles on Milo. “Slut,” he says with the kind of affection one uses for a foregone yet charming conclusion.
Milo grins, Jack trailing his tongue across the crooked corner of his mouth. “Get over here already,” he says, his hands working Jack’s belt.
Adrian grins and walks over, shoving Milo down on the bed with a hand to the middle of his chest and finishing the removal of Jack’s belt himself. “You don’t mind?” He asks while giving Jack his best smile.
Jack raises an eyebrow, snorts, and slides his hand down Adrian’s back to squeeze his ass. “Oh, yeah, I’m complaining.”
“I’m about to complain,” Milo says as he tries to sit up.
Jack pushes him down and crawls after him as Milo shuffles towards the headboard. “Who asked you?”
“I didn’t need to be asked,” Milo fires back, cocky and horny and flushed along his collarbones. “I didn’t invite both of you here so you could play with each other.”
“You also didn’t tell either of us that this was a non-exclusive event,” Adrian says as he grabs Jack’s belt from the floor. “Do you have a long-sleeved shirt?”
“Yeah. Why?” Milo never sees the belt coming, not with Jack palming him through his jeans, and Adrian making sure to distract him by nipping at his neck. He only realizes he’s been tricked when his arms are against the headboard and the belt is already around his forearms. “Hey!”
“Shut up,” Jack says, low and husky, the barest smile at the corners of his mouth. “Sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Milo snorts and tugs at his restraints. “Yeah, like I’m getting ridden in this state.”
Adrian slips behind Jack, one hand dipping into the waistband of his jeans. “Well, if he thinks he’s getting nothing, we should probably just leave him there.”
“Probably,” Jack agrees, and turns to kiss Adrian with a slow, thorough tongue and a nibble to his bottom lip. He slides a hand under Adrian’s T-shirt, feels the beat of his heart, and starts to tug the shirt over Adrian’s head.
“Not yet,” Adrian says as he toes off his shoes and pushes Jack down on the bed. “Let’s draw this out.”
“You’re both sons of bitches,” Milo announces. “Huge fucking sons of bitches.”
Jack throws out an arm, feels around, and tweaks Milo’s nipple, grins at the way Milo moans and arches. “I can see this is a real hardship for you,” he says, dry as possible with Adrian biting down on his shoulder and wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Fuckers,” Milo grinds out as he watches Adrian’s hand move over Jack’s cock. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
“Bet me,” Adrian says with a smirk as he tightens his grip on Jack’s cock and makes him hiss through his teeth. “We could leave you right there the whole damned time.”
“You fucking fuckers.”
“Not quite yet,” Adrian takes his free hand and digs his nails into Milo’s stomach, leaving an even set of half-moon indents to the left of Milo’s navel. “You wait your turn, young man.”
“If I wait my turn, you two’ll wear your old asses out.”
“Now that,” Jack grunts as Adrian starts sucking his cock. “That’s just rude. And rude’ll get you nowhere.”
Milo cants his hips and licks his lips. He grins as Jack’s eyes glaze a little. “You sure about that?”
“Slut,” Jack says with the same affection Adrian had used. He reaches down and cards his fingers in Adrian’s hair, pulls his hips up to make Adrian have to work a little harder. “Harder,” he orders, and Adrian hollows his cheeks until Jack drops back his head and groans. “Fuck. Yes.”
Milo groans as he watches them. His dick is pressing against the zipper of his jeans, and it’s starting to hurt. He tries to shift, but with his arms belted, it’s useless. “Goddamnit,” He mutters as Jack moans and his dick pulses. “Somebody fucking touch me.”
Adrian pulls off Jack, wincing as his hair is pulled. “Watch it.”
“I was,” Jack says, dirty grin sliding along his face. “And then you stopped.”
Adrian laughs and scratches up Jack’s torso. “Not for long. Just want to shut this one up.” And he’s sliding over on the bed, hand roughly cupping Milo through his jeans. He nips at Milo’s lips, licks his teeth, strokes under his arm just to watch him twitch.
“I want to be fucked. Not fucked with.” Milo growls, hips bucking up under Adrian’s hand.
“Oh, why can’t it be both?” Jack slides his hands over Adrian’s back and under his shirt. “Fuck slow. If the pretty boy’s so concerned with getting fucked, let’s get him fucked.”
Adrian sits up so Jack can take off his shirt. He grunts when Jack’s hands dig into his hips. “You’re gonna bruise me.”
“You’re gonna like it.” Jack presses his cock into the back of Adrian’s jeans as he pops the button. “Let’s get you out of these.” He slides the jeans down Adrian’s legs and straightens up, pausing to bite the small of Adrian’s back.
“You’re a rough bastard,” Adrian says, but his back is arching, and he’s reaching back for Jack.
“I’m still here, you know,” there’s a whine underlying Milo’s voice now. “And if it wasn’t for me, neither of you would be getting shit tonight.”
“As far as you know.” Jack pushes Adrian back on the bed and takes a step back. He strokes himself once, twice, and then settles himself along the length of Milo. “We could have hired hookers. Called our wives for phone sex. Just fucked each other without your whiny ass getting in the way.”
“Maybe,” and Milo’s smirk is the dirtiest thing Jack has ever seen. “But what fun is that?”
Jack reaches down and undoes Milo’s pants. “Guess we won’t find out tonight.” Adrian’s behind him suddenly, licking up his spine while pressing his groin against Jack’s backside. “Don’t distract me.”
“Why not?” Adrian fits himself to Jack’s back and bites his ear. “I thought we were torturing the pup?”
“I’m not a pup, goddamnit.” Milo tries to pull his arms free and only manages to stretch his chest and neck in a way that makes Jack bite him from behind his ear to his navel. Milo lets out a frustrated yell and goes limp on the mattress. “Fuck you, both,” he grumbles as Jack gets distracted by Adrian pulling at his hair.
“I think,” Adrian reaches around to cup at Jack’s balls, “it may be time,” he gives them a careful squeeze, “to actually pay attention to the little whore.”
Jack rotates his hips down to get more pressure from Adrian’s hand. “If you’re sure.”
Adrian pulls at Jack’s cock slowly. “I suppose.”
“All right, then.” Jack gives Milo’s jeans a tug and strips him down to his flushed and shivering skin. “You are a fucking pretty boy.”
“Fuck you,” Milo snaps as Jack leans in and licks his balls. “Oh, fuck yes.” Jack slides his tongue up Milo’s cock and sucks on the head. “Fuck.”
“Getting there,” Adrian says as he tosses a tube of lube next to Milo. “Working under the theory that Jack actually wants to.”
“I could manage,” Jack presses his fingers to Milo’s perineum and nips at the inside of his thigh when he groans. “I suppose.”
Milo digs his teeth into his lip, eyes past Jack to Adrian. Adrian’s hand is already slick, and Milo considers warning Jack, but it’s Jack belt that’s got him tied to the headboard, and it’s Jack that’s torturing him now, with the way he’s stroking up and down his crease, so he just presses against Jack’s hand and grins when Jack’s breath stutters, and his fingers slide off their path.
“Mind on your job,” Adrian says smugly, rotating the two fingers he has in Jack to make him grunt and thrust backwards. “Wouldn’t want Milo to get cranky.”
“I’m not cranky; I’m horny,” Milo says, eyes narrowing. “And if you two could quit being-oh, sweet Jesus.”
“Trust me,” Jack says as he thrusts finger into Milo again, “he’s not listening.” He slides in a second finger, unlubricated, and leans into to lick at Milo’s tattoo when Milo hisses.
“You are a rough fucker.”
“You want a rough fuck,” Jack counters.
Adrian pulls his fingers free and lines up his cock. “You want it rough, Jack?”
Jack closes his eyes and tries to breathe evenly. Milo leaning up to bite at his neck doesn’t help. “God. Yes.”
“Good.” Adrian rocks his hips forward, one hand on his cock to guide it in, the other hand on Jack’s hip, trying to hold him still when he attempts to move back. “Fuck.”
Jack grunts again, low in his throat, and crooks his fingers in Milo, dragging down until he finds the spot and Milo lets out something approximating a choked scream. “That’s what you want.”
”I want more than that,” Milo pushes down on Jack’s fingers, growling in his chest when the belt keeps him from moving like he wants.
Adrian leans over Jack, bites at his spine, and slides in another inch. “You gonna fuck Milo anytime soon?”
Jack bites Milo’s lips to keep from yelling and licks the teeth marks. “Maybe.”
“Seriously,” Milo gasps harshly as Jack pinches his nipple, “if someone doesn’t fuck me-“
Jack bites Milo’s lips again. “Shut up,” he mutters, fingers sliding in hard. He smiles at the way Milo moans into his mouth. “You are such a slut.”
Milo twists, curses at the belt, and tries to twist again. “Prove it.”
“I-“ Jack breathes out as Adrian pushes in. “Christ.”
“Yeah,” Adrian mumbles, pulling back to push back in. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Milo yells as Jack stops moving to concentrate on Adrian fucking him. “If someone doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna go fuck Hayden.” And, oh yes, there’s Jack, fingers scissoring in his ass, his other hand pressing hard into his hip.
“You fucking won’t.” Jack pulls out his fingers, lubes them up again, and slides back in. He watches the way Milo’s eyes flutter, pushes back when he feels Adrian push in again. “I’m going to fuck you so well, you won’t remember Hayden’s name tomorrow.”
“Big talk,” Milo spits out, fingernails digging into his palms, belt cutting into his forearms. “All you’ve done is talk.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jack slides his fingers out, slides them in, slides them out, and slicks up his cock. “You wanna get fucked, Milo?”
“No, I want to have a fucking tea party.”
“God, you’re a bitch,” Jack says as he starts to slide in. He’s trying to go slow, but Adrian’s putting more force in his thrusts, and it’s pushing him forward faster than he’d like. “Don’t bruise the merchandise,” Jack mutters, trying to position himself so Adrian doesn’t have total control.
“Why not?” Adrian pushes forward again, hips slapping, Jack losing his balance and sliding into Milo in such a way that Milo literally howls slams his arms into the headboard.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He breathes as Jack pulls out and slides back in. “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
Adrian slams into Jack. Jack slams into Milo. Milo screams, and Jack puts a hand over his mouth. Milo bites down.
“Cunt.”
Milo’s response is lost behind Jack’s hand, but his eyes are hot, his hands are fists, and he’s working his hips, making himself slide around like he’s oiled up.
“Fucking hell,” Adrian whispers, seeing the display over Jack’s shoulder. “Fuck him hard,” he orders Jack, thrusting roughly to make his point.
“I’m trying,” Jack says, taking his hand off Milo’s mouth so that he can get a good grip on his hips. “You ready for this?”
“Bring it,” Milo says, all tough guy bravado and jutting chin.
Jack digs his fingernails into Milo’s hips and pulls him forward, lifting Milo’s lower back off the bed and dragging his arms against the belt. He works him like that, lifting him up, thrusting home, sliding out and dropping Milo back on the bed. It makes Milo thrash his head, curl his toes, and start a steady grunt as he tries to get back control from where Jack’s pressing against his pelvis.
“Fuck. Shit.” Adrian snaps out as he starts pushing faster. “Fuck. God. Fuck.” He bends over Jack, teeth settling into Jack’s neck, and pushes harder. “Fuck.”
Milo yells as Jack thrusts harder into him. “Fuck.”
Jack runs his nails down Milo’s legs as Adrian pushes in again. “Fuck.”
*
The next morning, as they all have breakfast, Hayden looks over at Milo and gasps. “What happened?” She reaches out to touch a welt on Milo’s forearm, and he pulls away, pushing down his sleeve to hide the evidence.
“Nothing,” he says, and pretends like Jack’s foot in his lap isn’t actually an issue.
“Like hell,” Hayden says, and glares when the other three laugh at her. “I am not cute when I swear.”
“You’re cute when you do everything,” Adrian says with brotherly affection, and leans over to kiss her on top of the head.
“I hate you guys.”
“Do not,” Milo says, and his voice is hoarse. Hayden notices.
”Welts,” she mutters, “and your voice…oh my god, you got kinky laid!” She says it loud enough for the people at the next table to look up.
Milo smirks, and Jack wants to lean in and lick at the crooked edge of his mouth. “Maybe,” is all Milo says as he finishes his juice. While Hayden makes claims, Milo winks at Adrian and drops a hand under the table to stroke at Jack’s ankle.
“You so got laid,” Hayden states like it’s a final decision.
“He so did,” Adrian agrees with a straight face.
“It’s too early for this,” Jack says as he hides a smile behind his coffee cup. He presses his toes a bit more firmly into Milo’s crotch.
“I hate you,” Hayden tells Milo, and then steals the toast off his plate.
“Yeah, sure,” Milo agrees.
Across the table, while Hayden butters her purloined toast, Adrian mouths ‘slut’ to Milo.
Milo just raises and eyebrow and licks his fork suggestively.