Secrets Kept::Brand New::NC-17::Jesse/Vin/Garrett, Jesse/Vin

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Title: Secrets Kept
Author: dejectedmadness
Rating: NC-17
Band/Pairing: Brand New - Garrett/Vin/Jesse, Vin/Jesse
Summary: Garrett needs to learn to knock.
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, as much as I'd like to. No money being made. Just for cheap thrills.


A minute passed. A minute and then a second. Then another. Then Garrett groaned and opened his eyes.

Light poured through the blinds, which were tilted down at just the wrong angle, painting stripes of sunlight across his face. He wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but he already opened his eyes. Everyone knows that after you open your eyes the first time, there is no going back to sleep. Garrett was almost determined to try. He squeezed his eyes shut again angrily, but now he wasn’t drifting, or even resting. He was looking at the backs of his eyelids.

Fine.

He rolled over and buried his face into his pillow. Fine. He would get up.

The hardwood of his floor was cold on his bare feet when he padded to the closet to cover up the underwear he slept in. He knew he’d been seen in less, and his best friends wouldn’t mind if he invaded his own kitchen in nothing but his pyjamas, but he pulled a black t-shirt over his head and slid on a loose pair of jeans regardless.

It wouldn’t have mattered, as he found when he stepped into the kitchen, because no one else was showing face yet this morning, either. What time was it? It must be at least eleven. He knew that Vinnie was a late sleeper, but Jesse had the annoying habit of getting up with the sun, the curse of living with seven siblings. Shouldn’t one of them have left Vinnie’s room to rummage through their sparse kitchen already?

He located the eggs, setting them beside the frying pan with the container of margarine and a spatula.

It was cold this morning. Garrett started back to his room for a pair of socks.

Vinnie’s door was open. Not open wide, like someone had left it that way as an invitation for entrance, but just open a little, like someone had carelessly shut the door on their way back from the bathroom, and it bounced off the frame without the latch catching. It was open a crack. Garrett didn’t feel strange about pushing it open a little more to check if his friends were still sleeping. He would cook them breakfast if they were awake. If not, then they could fend for themselves.

They were awake.

Garrett wasn’t sure what he was seeing at first. The doorknob slid from his fingers as the door followed through with its momentum until it struck the wall softly, barely making a sound loud enough for Garrett to register past the roaring of blood in his ears.

Garrett stared.

Sheets thin enough to rob him of the need for imagination covered their nudity. Jesse’s sighs were barely audible from across the room, but they were enough to confirm the intimacy of the situation. Vinnie arched under him, legs wrapping around his body more tightly, fingers buried in his hair. He pressed his head back into the pillow, allowing Jesse access to his throat, and his eyes fluttered open.

Garrett.

Vinnie’s eyes resting on him shocked him back to awareness.

“Shit, Jess!” he heard Vinnie gasp, pulling his hand free of his lover’s curls to push against his bare chest. Jesse turned his head to the door, pulling out faster than Garrett thought would be comfortable for either of them. He swore, gathering the sheets around himself and Vinnie who was attempting to remain discreet by putting a pillow in his lap.

Garrett blinked, averted his eyes and left the room, taking the time to shut the door fully as he left.

He shouldn’t have seen that.

He returned to the kitchen absently, cracking the eggs, breaking them with the spatula, toasting the bread, and spreading margarine over the toast without thinking as he did any of it. His mind was blank but for the image that was burned into his eyes.

Jesse fucking Vinnie.

Garrett couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. When had that happened? Why hadn’t he seen it? Best friends tell each other everything. Why didn’t tell they him that?

Garrett flipped the eggs and gripped the counter, shaking.

Vinnie taking it from Jesse.

Garrett’s mind was empty but for that. His head was spinning, and he remembered to blink only when his wide eyes started to water. He wanted to think of something, of anything, to erase that image from his mind because his cock was hard, and he wasn’t sure if he was okay with that.

Vinnie and Jesse having sex. With each other.

Why did that turn him on?

Garrett turned around, leaning back against the counter, ignoring the burning eggs. He tried to breathe steadily. It wouldn’t work.

Jesse thrusting into Vinnie slowly, in time with his breathing, Vinnie pulling Jesse’s body down into him with the backs of his legs, heels digging into his ass, Vinnie gripping Jesse’s hair, having nothing else to hold onto, sweat slicked skin sliding against each other, the gasp of a name. Garrett’s mind wouldn’t erase it.

He turned off the burner and scraped the ruined eggs into the trash, running the water over the still hot pan. He watched the steam billow. He watched the open window suck it out. He was still hard.

Someone cleared his throat behind him. Garrett didn’t turn around. He scrubbed at the pan, though there was nothing left to scratch off. He poured more dish soap and soaked the cloth with hot water, but he didn’t turn around.

“Garrett,” Vinnie said softly. He took a few steps closer.

Was he dressed? Was he just in boxers, or had he put on pants and a shirt, maybe even his hat and watch? Garrett turned off the water. He drew a shaky breath, pressing his crotch against the unyielding cupboard under the sink, willing his hard on down.

‘Voyeuristic fucking pervert,’ he thought, the first coherent idea he’d been able to put together for ten minutes or more.

He gripped the counter and closed his eyes, tilting his head down.

“Garrett?”

Vinnie was right beside him. He still smelled like Jesse. Was it always like this, and Garrett just never noticed? Did Vinnie usually take the time to wash the scent of their friend off his skin before confronting his roommate? Garrett swallowed. His erection throbbed harder when he inhaled the scent of Jesse on Vinnie. His lips parted, and he tried to make his heart slow down.

“Garrett,” Vinnie repeated. He touched Garrett’s shoulder.

Garrett couldn’t take that.

Deliberately, Garrett turned to face the guitarist. His face was stone and unreadable. Vinnie’s was worried and apologetic. He opened his mouth to speak. Garrett leaned into him, cupping his face with his hand, and pressed their lips together.

Vinnie was shocked enough not to move. Garrett pulled back, and Vinnie stared at him in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak again.

Garrett cupped his face with both hands and crushed their lips together again with force enough to drive Vinnie back against the wall. His cock throbbed. His throat ached. He pressed his friend back until he felt Vin’s head find the solid surface. He parted his lips. Vinnie’s parted under them.

He tasted like Jesse, too. He tasted of sweat and Chap Stick. His lips were dry enough to retain the imprints of Jesse’s teeth. Garrett let his tongue swipe across the ridges of those marks. Jesse must have done the same, let his tongue linger on the lips of his lover before he plunged it between them to scrape against teeth and lick Vinnie’s own, desperately.

God, Garrett was hard.

Vinnie’s fingers tugged at his shirt. He felt his long, feminine eyelashes brush against his cheek as he opened his eyes. Garrett felt a hand on his hip and knew it was Jesse he was looking at. He pushed his hips forward, feeling Vinnie hard against his leg. Garrett sighed into his mouth and felt lips on his neck.

A shudder built at the base of his spine, which Jesse urged up his back when his fingers teased under his shirt, resting in feigned innocence on Garrett’s skin. Such a touch was not accidental.

Vinnie’s hand left its place on his stomach, reaching around his body to where Jesse’s other hand sat against his hip. Garrett concentrated on those hands and how their fingers entwined together. Silent agreement.

Jesse’s hips pressed forward against Garrett, and he felt a distinct hardness against his hip. He finally released the shudder that was building, and his lips left Vinnie’s with a smack so he could moan his acquiescence. Vinnie’s teeth tugged his earlobe, and Jesse’s bit his neck. Garrett didn’t know why it made him moan more loudly when the two men shared a kiss over his shoulder.

They led him to the bedroom. The door was still open, like Garrett’s fly thanks to Jesse’s deft fingers. They stumbled through, and he fell on the bed clumsily, rushing to comply with the insistent hands that wished him to discard his shirt. Jesse stepped aside to follow suit, disrobing as quickly as he was able, while Garrett threw back his head, eyes drifting shut thanks to the heat of Vinnie’s breath through his boxers while he pulled the loose jeans off, losing them on the floor.

Jesse kissed him. His lips were different. Thinner. Insistent. They tried to take control where Vinnie’s submitted. They tried to direct. Garrett wasn’t used to taking direction.

But then Vinnie’s mouth was too close. It was ghosting kisses over the still-covered length of Garrett’s penis.

Garrett’s head fell back. His mouth dropped open. Jesse took.

They helped him onto the bed. They helped him back up further so that they had room to manoeuvre. They helped him with his boxers, and Garrett cried out to find he had three hands groping at him. Two belonged to Vinnie, he thought, and one to Jesse, but for all he was able to tell, there might have been another person in the room with them, but Garrett just didn’t have the strength or clarity of thought to put names to limbs in this situation.

Jesse’s lips suddenly weren’t there. That is to say, suddenly Garrett noticed his lips weren’t there. They may have been missing for a few minutes, or seconds as he’d lost sense of time as well as labels, or they might have just gone. He couldn’t really say.

Mostly because he couldn’t really remember what he would have said after Vinnie’s lips closed over his dick.

He fought his eyes’ instincts to fall shut in favour of watching Jesse unbutton Vinnie’s shirt dropping kisses like water trickling over his back. Vinnie’s eyes were closed. The odd moan he ground out vibrated through Garrett, urging his legs wider apart.

Jesse undid the hastily thrown on trousers, and Garrett found out that Vinnie didn’t think underwear important this morning. Jesse’s fingers brushed the erection between Vinnie’s legs. He shuddered. Garrett groaned to watch it.

Jesse’s kisses travelled the expanse of his back, lingering on his arms and shoulders. He stroked Vinnie with teasing soft touches. His tongue swiped at Vinnie’s lips as they spread wide around Garrett’s cock. He pulled away from it and let Jesse kiss him. He leaned into the vocalist, begging silently for Jesse to plunder his mouth. Garrett’s erection was starting to ache. He could watch them all day.

A moment longer, they kissed, and Jesse was the one to break it. He turned to Garrett with a smile and traced a line up his cock with his tongue, pulling it briefly between his lips to lick the pearl coloured drops from the head, before relinquishing it to Vinnie.

Garrett was deriving too much pleasure from watching them make love to each other. He wanted to tell them to return to it, that he was sorry for interrupting, but he wasn’t sorry. And he definitely didn’t want this to stop.

Jesse’s lips returned to their task of kissing and sucking their way down Vinnie’s body. Vinnie sighed and arched into the touch. He kissed down Vinnie’s legs, hand reaching between his thighs again to tease what looked to be a painfully hard erection. Garrett had half a mind to help Vinnie himself, but he was more curious to see what Jesse would do.

And what he did was a sight to behold, indeed.

With the first digit he inserted into Vinnie’s backside, Vinnie was moaning unabashedly. Garrett thought that it was impossible for him to need much preparation. It hadn’t been long enough since Garrett’s intrusion.

Surely enough, Jesse thought the same. The second finger caused Vinnie’s mouth to go slack for just a second. He pressed back into Jesse, whose left hand was still idly stroking him. It was only moments before Vinnie had to release Garrett’s cock, resorting to using his hand.

“Please!” he whispered.

Jesse liked to please.

If the pumping on his penis hadn’t stopped just then, Garrett was sure he would have come watching Jesse bury himself in his lover. Jesse’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth fell slack. Vinnie released a guttural moan and bit his lip. They both stopped for a second longer, then opened their eyes, focusing on him simultaneously. Jesse’s face was unreadable. Garrett thought that a mixture of shock at remembering Garrett was in the room, overwhelming pleasure and breathlessness rendered his face expressionless. Vinnie, on the other hand, was hungry.

He rocked back into Jesse, wordlessly ordering him not to stop, and his hand started moving on Garrett’s cock. He stared into the bassist’s eyes for as long as he could hold his head upright, then he rested his forehead on Garrett’s stomach, pressing his lips to hot skin, an apology for not using them for other things.

Garrett understood. He would be incapacitated if Jesse were fucking him, too.

Jesse bent over Vinnie, his hair falling into his face and onto Vin’s back. He thrust harder into Vinnie from this different angle. Vinnie’s head shot up from Garrett’s chest and Garrett could see he was trying not to squeeze his dick too hard. His eyes were clenched shut, his teeth trying not to grind.

Abruptly, he released Garrett.

“I-I-I can’t! Oh, fuck!” He caught himself from falling with his palm on the other side of Garrett’s body. His shoulders and arms were shaking. “Jesse!”

Jesse reached past Vinnie. His fingers felt different on Garrett’s erection. They were slick with sweat and rough with calluses, and they were hot and hard and unyielding. They also moved very fast with urgency that suggested that Jesse was not going to hold on much longer.

He thrust into Vinnie, still at the angle that made him cry out and whimper and stroked him faster with his left hand. Garrett thought he must be some kind of machine!

Vinnie cried out suddenly, and Garrett felt wet heat spray against his leg. He groaned, writhing up into the hand that worked at him. Fuck, he was so close.

Jesse was not done, though.

He continued pumping into Vinnie’s body, still at that angle. Vinnie was shaking. Garrett noticed at one point when his eyes opened that the guitarist’s flaccid penis was stirring again.

Vinnie took over for Jesse, his lips closing over Garrett again. It was at that point that Garrett lost the ability to think or wonder about anything.

His orgasm hit him like a train, the force of it doubling him over. Vinnie ingested the semen, seemingly without thinking twice. Garrett fell back against the sheets, trying to remember how to breathe.

A moment later, he opened his eyes when he felt Vinnie move away from him.

Vinnie’s cock was hard again. Jesse was still inside him. He moved slowly, turning over so the lovers were face to face. Jesse rested his elbows on either side of Vinnie’s head, bending to kiss him.

Vinnie pulled Jesse closer with every thrust, gripping him with his knees. He slid his fist between them to take himself in hand. Jesse was shaking with the need for release. Vinnie kissed his closed eyelids and his cheek. He traced the shell of his ear with his tongue and whispered something Garrett couldn’t hear.

The look they shared when Jesse opened his eyes told Garrett that there was more to this than mutual need for sex. There was more to this than he could maybe understand.

Jesse kissed Vinnie once more and lowered his head to rest next to Vinnie’s neck. They moved together, beautifully. Vinnie said something into Jesse’s ear, his eyes falling shut, and his breath hitched as Jesse apparently found his prostate again.

Garrett slid to the edge of the bed unnoticed and gathered his clothes.

“Oh, Vinnie!” he heard Jesse gasp, and then he was coming, Vinnie was coming, and they didn’t waste another thought on anything else.

Vinnie’s legs relaxed around Jesse’s waist, and Jesse very nearly collapsed on top of him. He moved as though to roll to the side, but Vinnie held him in place, a silent assent to put his weight down on top of him.

They kissed tenderly. Garrett wondered if they remembered he was there. Maybe it just didn’t matter. Maybe they were too wrapped up in each other. That was okay.

He shut the door all the way as he left.