Persuasion or How Bill Beckett Was Blindfolded, Bound and Banged By the Little Mermaid
This fic is a Christmas Wish fic for fadingcoast, who wanted to be gangbanged by Mikey Way, William Beckett and Ryan Ross. Writing the following is by far the most surreal writing experience so far in my life, and I can't even count the times I had to stop because I was cracking up so hard. But yes, PatD/TAI/MCR/Groupie crack!fic it is. Enjoy. (And please don't kill me :-D)
Warning for pretty much everything that has to do with kinky sex, but then the title should tell you that. XD
Persuasion, or How Bill Beckett Was Blindfolded, Bound and Banged By the Little Mermaid
“Ryan, hi. Listen, man, I need a favour.”
Ryan narrows his eyes, taking in Bill’s innocent face and a-little-too-casual stance as he voices the request. It doesn’t bode well. With Bill, it never does.
“No.”
If it were Brendon, there would have been pouting at this point. With Patrick, there would have been a slight frown of annoyance and then some sort of sarcastic comment. With Bill, there’s a smile. A very disturbing smile if you happen to know him. Which Ryan unfortunately does.
“Okay, please let me rephrase that: hell no, Bill.”
William Beckett leans forward, head tilting slightly to keep the long hair out of his eyes.
“I haven’t even told you what it is that I want yet.”
“And you don’t need to,” Ryan insists, “because, no matter what it is, my answer is no. Go bother someone else.”
Bill’s smile widens. “Oh, come on, Ross. You know you’ll like it.”
Ryan just shakes his head, turning back to the sheets of music was working on before the interruption, hoping against hope that Bill will take the hint and actually walk away.
“So, anyway, Mikey and I have this little project on our hands and we’d like you to help us with some light camera work.”
Ryan’s eyes narrow even more. “What kind of camera work?”
“Oh, nothing special,” Bill grins. “Just some of your run-of-the-mill, homemade adult entertainment.” Ryan groans and drops his head into his hands, worst fears confirmed. He’s not even really listening when Bill adds ‘but, you know, in a totally classy-and completely legal-way.’
“No, Bill. No fucking way,” Ryan tries, doing his best to keep the slight edge of desperation out of his voice. Because Bill is smiling happy and wide now, and that has never gone well in the past. Ryan can practically feel his resolve crumbling. “Take someone else. Fuck, take Shane, or Tom, or-fuck-take Jon even. Just leave me out of this.”
“Shane is back in Vegas for the holidays,” Bill replies, completely insensitive to Ryan’s inner turmoil. “So is Tom, only less sun and more cold Chicago winter for him. And I actually asked Jon. Almost had him convinced, even, except Spencer kind of threatened to cut off my balls if I went through with that idea.”
Against his will, Ryan feels his lips tug upwards, because, yeah, he can actually see that. Jon Walker might be a weak man at times (Ryan has ample evidence of this), but Spencer Smith is someone you do not want to cross. He might be freakishly pretty and totally laid-back, but Ryan has seen what those blue eyes of his can do, and he’s pretty sure there’s a freeze-ray of death hidden in there somewhere. Too bad Bill didn’t push, really…
“Yeah, so, obviously, Jon was a no-go after that,” Bill continues happily. “And Patrick doesn’t even go on camera for photo shoots half the time, so that leaves you, and you’re the perfect choice. Come on, Ryan, it’ll be fun. This girl is totally hot.”
“I thought you said you and Mikey had a project?” Ryan mutters, still trying to find a way out of the situation he’s landed himself in.
“Oh, we do,” Bill confirms. “But there’s a girl involved too. Sort of the focus really. You see, I lost this bet to Frank one night when we were drinking-it was totally unfair, but whatever-and me and Mikey kind of posted this competition thing on my LJ, and this girl won. And she wanted us to bang her for a prize, and I though ‘yeah, man, I’m down with that.’”
Ryan just stares at him.
“You put your ass up for a prize in a competition on the Internet?” he repeats, dumbfounded. “Oh my fucking God, Bill, you really are a complete whore.”
Bill laughs delightedly, and all Ryan can think is fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I knew you’d come around,” he says, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his cell phone. “Now, the thing goes down tomorrow night and-”
“Brendon!” Ryan suddenly blurts, finally getting his brain back online enough to find an acceptable excuse to latch on to. “I can’t bang a groupie with you, Bill. It would totally count as cheating.”
Bill just snickers, and Ryan can practically feel his heart hit the floor.
“Oh, you’ll have to do way better than that,” he leers, fiddling with something on the phone in his hand. “Because you and Bden aren’t exactly exclusive, are you? At least not if the way Pete practically screamed your name when you gave him head in the back of Angels and Kings the other night is any indication.” He raises an eyebrow at Ryan from behind a curtain of soft, brown hair and gives another chuckle. “Mikey’s room at the Paramount tomorrow at eight.” He steps back, flipping his phone shut and giving Ryan a small salute. “Thanks, Ry.”
He walks off, whistling, and Ryan lets his face fall back into his hands, swearing softly under his breath.
***
“Ryan! Come right in, man.”
Bill practically drags him through the door. From the other side of the plush hotel room, Mikey Way calls out a greeting and gives him a small wave. He’s perched on the window sill, sitting close to an unknown girl with long, red hair flowing down her back. For someone about to enter into a debauched orgy with three of her (Ryan imagines) favourite celebrities, she looks surprisingly calm, serene even. She turns her head away from Mikey, and for a moment, Ryan looks straight into a pair of golden brown eyes, before his focus shifts to the rest of the girl’s face, stopping on a silver piercing right below her lower lip.
And… huh, Bill was right. She is pretty hot.
The girl smiles and leans forward to whisper something into Mikey’s ear, and Ryan watches how a blush spreads across the younger Way brother’s face all the way down his neck. The pair of them get off the window sill and cross the room, and Ryan can see Mikey slow his steps a bit, as though he’s having second thoughts about the whole orgy thing already. Bill obviously isn’t though, because he extends an arm and pulls the girl snugly against his side, eyes sparkling.
“Ryan, this is Ariel. Ariel, Ryan Ross.”
Ryan does a double take on the pale skin and red hair and tries very hard to act casual. As soon as Bill steers the girl away, though, he catches Mikey by the sleeve of his sweater, pulling him a little to the side.
“I’m not fucking the Little Mermaid,” he hisses, eyes almost pleading as he looks at Mikey. “Brendon will kill me! He’s still upset about me and Jon telling him the truth about the dirty lyrics in Aladdin, and that was like a year ago.”
Mikey pats his arm consolingly. “Then don’t think about it like that,” he murmurs back. “It might not even be her real name, I mean, who knows, right? And let me tell you, from the things she just whispered in my ear, I’d be very surprised if she’s anything like a virginal Disney sea princess.”
“Hey, Mikey, Ryan, get over here,” Bill calls, throwing himself down on the king size bed. “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting, you know.”
Ryan almost replies something about how he’s sure Bill can take it, but the girl lets out a laugh and jumps onto the bed as well, straddling Bill’s hips with an easy grace about her.
“Good thing I’m not a lady then,” she says, grabbing Bill’s wrists in her hands and pinning them securely above his head. “Now, come on, William Beckett. Lose the pants.”
Bill grins. “I’d love to, but it seems I’m a little, oh, held up at the moment. Perhaps one of my friends could be so kind as to lend a hand?” Ryan looks at Mikey and shakes his head evenly. They stare each other down for a moment, measuring, but in the end, Mikey gives in, leaving Ryan to fiddle with the settings on the small video camera that has been set up in the middle of the room as he goes to join Bill and Ariel on the bed.
“Mikey!” Bill exclaims happily. “My white knight, here to liberate my mighty sword. I was hoping it’d be you.” From over by the camera, Ryan gives him the finger, mumbling something about opening acts. Mikey just looks at Bill. Then he turns to the girl.
“Can we gag him? Would you be down with that?” he asks innocently, ignoring Bill’s protest as he puts a hand over his mouth. “I mean, I’m sure Ryan would lend us his beloved scarf if it was for such a worthy cause.” The girl laughs.
“Oh, we can do better than that,” she replies, reaching over to grab her bag that’s ended up on the other side of the bed. She reaches inside and pulls out the inventory of a smaller sex shop, item after item falling into a pile next to Bill’s hip. Ryan’s eyes widen, and Mikey looks rather like he’s about to go into shock. Bill, on the other hand, lifts his head, takes one look at the pile of toys and then falls back against the pillows, groaning loudly in appreciation.
“God, yes,” he exclaims, looking at Ariel with something akin to worship in his eyes. “Fucking jackpot.” Mikey rolls his eyes and begins to sift through the pile, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and three long pieces of black silk.
“See no evil or speak no evil?” he asks offhandedly, as though addressing no one in particular. He pulls the silk casually between his fingers, contemplating. “Ryan?”
“Gag him,” Ryan replies without hesitation. “Come on, Mikey, how is a blindfold even an option here?”
“I could name a few different reasons,” Bill interjects, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Most of which include your cock, so you might want to take some time with that decision.”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
With a movement so smooth and practiced that Ryan really does not want to think about the story behind the skill, Mikey Way grabs a fourth piece of silk from the pile of toys, moves up the bed and fits one over Bill’s eyes, a second between his parted lips and the remaining two loosely around each of his wrists.
“To protect the skin,” he comments, feeling Ryan’s questioning eyes on his back. “I live on a tour bus with Frank and Gee, okay? You pick things up whether you want to or not.” He holds out his hand for the handcuffs, slinging them around a post in the bed frame and fitting them neatly around Bill’s wrapped wrists. He turns to Ariel, who is still straddling Bill’s hips, watching the proceedings with an amused look on her face. “Got any lip gloss? He has interviews scheduled all day tomorrow, and he’ll be a total bitch if his lips are chafed.”
Ariel nods and reaches into a smaller compartment of her bag, finding a small, pink tube. Instead of placing it in Mikey’s outstretched hand, however, she opens the cap and applies the shimmering liquid on her own lips, flashing a quick smile at Ryan before leaning down, pressing her lips to Bill’s over the gag, smearing the gloss over the dry and parted mouth. Bill groans (as much as he’s able with the silk in his mouth), and Ryan adjusts the camera, zooming in on the action, feeling the heat rise slightly in the room.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Mikey says suddenly, grabbing the hem of his sweater and pulling it over his head. He moves up onto the bed, straddling Bill’s thighs right behind where the girl is positioned and raises a hand, sliding warm fingers smoothly beneath the hem of her shirt. Ariel breaks away from Bill and sits up, reaching behind her, finding the back of Mikey’s head. The kiss is wet and loud-most of it for Bill’s benefit-and when it ends, there are two shirts on the floor and a black bra on top of them. “What do you want?” Mikey asks, mouthing the words into the girl’s ear, hands splayed on her stomach, each moving teasingly north and south respectively. “Anything in particular?”
“Rough,” she answers, a secret smile spreading across her lips. “And as kinky as you’re able to make it.”
Ryan nearly laughs at that, because with the situation they’re in, ‘kinky’ is pretty much a prerequisite. She’s about to fuck three complete strangers, one of them gagged and bound to a bed. They are eons away from conventional romance.
“Fine by me,” Mikey smiles, ignoring the way Bill is making rough little noises in his throat and pushing his hips up, searching for friction. “Ryan, how’s the camera doing?”
“Very badly,” Ryan deadpans. “It’s got dependency issues. Leave it alone for more than a minute and it just dies. Luckily, I can stay right here and look after it.”
Mikey snorts, presses a quick kiss to the girls shoulder and whispers something in her ear. She turns her head towards him and nods, reaching for the buttons on Bill’s shirt.
Ryan watches Mikey get off the bed and walk towards him, hands casually unbuckling the belt of his jeans as he goes. He stops right next to Ryan, a little behind him even, looking half-way over Ryan’s shoulder, pretending to assess the camera.
“You know, in a way it’s like we’ve already fucked,” he breathes, words hot and slow in Ryan’s ear. Warm hands come around his waist, starting in on the belt and buttons, undoing them one by one. Ryan swallows and focuses on the tiny screen before him, adjusting the zoom to wide angle, watching William Beckett squirm as his pants are taken off. “By proxy, you know,” Mikey continues. “Mirror experiences and all that.” On the screen, Bill’s legs are pushed apart, Ariel kneeling between them, something small and glistening in her hand, red hair obscuring her face as she leans down over Bill’s cock. “Remember that thing Pete likes to do with his tongue?” Mikey asks quietly, pulling down a zipper. “That little flick just behind your balls when he’s got two fingers deep in your ass and you could just kill someone if that’d mean that he’d fuck you already?” Ryan closes his eyes, leaning his head back against Mikey’s shoulder, fighting to keep his breathing normal. A low, buzzing sound starts up in the direction of the bed, and Bill’s moans take on a choked, desperate quality as he strains against he handcuffs, trying to… something-Ryan isn’t quite sure what. Also, he finds that he doesn’t care very much, because Mikey Way has his hand down his boxers, fist closing tightly around his hardening dick, stroking experimentally.
“Ever fuck him in the exercise room at his place in LA?” Ryan throws back, letting go of his reservations and reaching behind him to get his own hands into Mikey’s jeans. “With the-”
“-weight bench and mirrors everywhere?” Mikey supplies, panting in his ear as Ryan matches his own rhythm, stroke for stroke. “So fucking hot.” A wide smile breaks out on Ryan’s face.
“Jesus, Pete’s head would explode if he saw this,” he murmurs, moving his hand a little faster. “The two of us talking about him while jerking each other off? His ego would go through the roof.”
“True,” Mikey concedes, moving his other hand to Ryans chest, nails digging in. “Time to cut out the middle-man, do you think?”
Ryan answers by twisting around and pushing Mikey roughly into the wall a few paces behind them, attacking his mouth with heated kisses while doing quick work of the rest of his clothes. His own are pulled off almost as quickly, and they’re soon pressing against each other maddeningly, both of them trying to find just the thing that will cause the other to completely lose control.
A loud, muffled cry breaks through the heat around them, and their heads snap up and around, taking in the sight of Bill coming hard all over his stomach and the small, pale hand stroking him, fighting for air around the length of black silk.
“We should join them,” Mikey murmurs, loosening his hold on Ryan’s cock, sliding his hand around to cup his ass instead. “Come on, we’ll fuck her together. And make Bill watch as revenge for all the stupid shit he’s pulled in the last couple of months.”
Ryan nods, a rather evil grin touching the corner of his mouth. He saunters over to the camera, flips a button and closes the screen. Mikey smiles knowingly, and Ryan rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, man,” he says calmly. “Fuck Bill, I’m not ending up in a sleazy sex-tape on YouTube.”
“Now there’s a thought,” Mikey grins. “But let’s start with the girl, shall we?”
Ryan laughs and moves towards the bed.
THE END
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Persuasion, or How Bill Beckett Was Blindfolded, Bound and Banged By the Little Mermaid
“Ryan, hi. Listen, man, I need a favour.”
Ryan narrows his eyes, taking in Bill’s innocent face and a-little-too-casual stance as he voices the request. It doesn’t bode well. With Bill, it never does.
“No.”
If it were Brendon, there would have been pouting at this point. With Patrick, there would have been a slight frown of annoyance and then some sort of sarcastic comment. With Bill, there’s a smile. A very disturbing smile if you happen to know him. Which Ryan unfortunately does.
“Okay, please let me rephrase that: hell no, Bill.”
William Beckett leans forward, head tilting slightly to keep the long hair out of his eyes.
“I haven’t even told you what it is that I want yet.”
“And you don’t need to,” Ryan insists, “because, no matter what it is, my answer is no. Go bother someone else.”
Bill’s smile widens. “Oh, come on, Ross. You know you’ll like it.”
Ryan just shakes his head, turning back to the sheets of music was working on before the interruption, hoping against hope that Bill will take the hint and actually walk away.
“So, anyway, Mikey and I have this little project on our hands and we’d like you to help us with some light camera work.”
Ryan’s eyes narrow even more. “What kind of camera work?”
“Oh, nothing special,” Bill grins. “Just some of your run-of-the-mill, homemade adult entertainment.” Ryan groans and drops his head into his hands, worst fears confirmed. He’s not even really listening when Bill adds ‘but, you know, in a totally classy-and completely legal-way.’
“No, Bill. No fucking way,” Ryan tries, doing his best to keep the slight edge of desperation out of his voice. Because Bill is smiling happy and wide now, and that has never gone well in the past. Ryan can practically feel his resolve crumbling. “Take someone else. Fuck, take Shane, or Tom, or-fuck-take Jon even. Just leave me out of this.”
“Shane is back in Vegas for the holidays,” Bill replies, completely insensitive to Ryan’s inner turmoil. “So is Tom, only less sun and more cold Chicago winter for him. And I actually asked Jon. Almost had him convinced, even, except Spencer kind of threatened to cut off my balls if I went through with that idea.”
Against his will, Ryan feels his lips tug upwards, because, yeah, he can actually see that. Jon Walker might be a weak man at times (Ryan has ample evidence of this), but Spencer Smith is someone you do not want to cross. He might be freakishly pretty and totally laid-back, but Ryan has seen what those blue eyes of his can do, and he’s pretty sure there’s a freeze-ray of death hidden in there somewhere. Too bad Bill didn’t push, really…
“Yeah, so, obviously, Jon was a no-go after that,” Bill continues happily. “And Patrick doesn’t even go on camera for photo shoots half the time, so that leaves you, and you’re the perfect choice. Come on, Ryan, it’ll be fun. This girl is totally hot.”
“I thought you said you and Mikey had a project?” Ryan mutters, still trying to find a way out of the situation he’s landed himself in.
“Oh, we do,” Bill confirms. “But there’s a girl involved too. Sort of the focus really. You see, I lost this bet to Frank one night when we were drinking-it was totally unfair, but whatever-and me and Mikey kind of posted this competition thing on my LJ, and this girl won. And she wanted us to bang her for a prize, and I though ‘yeah, man, I’m down with that.’”
Ryan just stares at him.
“You put your ass up for a prize in a competition on the Internet?” he repeats, dumbfounded. “Oh my fucking God, Bill, you really are a complete whore.”
Bill laughs delightedly, and all Ryan can think is fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I knew you’d come around,” he says, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his cell phone. “Now, the thing goes down tomorrow night and-”
“Brendon!” Ryan suddenly blurts, finally getting his brain back online enough to find an acceptable excuse to latch on to. “I can’t bang a groupie with you, Bill. It would totally count as cheating.”
Bill just snickers, and Ryan can practically feel his heart hit the floor.
“Oh, you’ll have to do way better than that,” he leers, fiddling with something on the phone in his hand. “Because you and Bden aren’t exactly exclusive, are you? At least not if the way Pete practically screamed your name when you gave him head in the back of Angels and Kings the other night is any indication.” He raises an eyebrow at Ryan from behind a curtain of soft, brown hair and gives another chuckle. “Mikey’s room at the Paramount tomorrow at eight.” He steps back, flipping his phone shut and giving Ryan a small salute. “Thanks, Ry.”
He walks off, whistling, and Ryan lets his face fall back into his hands, swearing softly under his breath.
***
“Ryan! Come right in, man.”
Bill practically drags him through the door. From the other side of the plush hotel room, Mikey Way calls out a greeting and gives him a small wave. He’s perched on the window sill, sitting close to an unknown girl with long, red hair flowing down her back. For someone about to enter into a debauched orgy with three of her (Ryan imagines) favourite celebrities, she looks surprisingly calm, serene even. She turns her head away from Mikey, and for a moment, Ryan looks straight into a pair of golden brown eyes, before his focus shifts to the rest of the girl’s face, stopping on a silver piercing right below her lower lip.
And… huh, Bill was right. She is pretty hot.
The girl smiles and leans forward to whisper something into Mikey’s ear, and Ryan watches how a blush spreads across the younger Way brother’s face all the way down his neck. The pair of them get off the window sill and cross the room, and Ryan can see Mikey slow his steps a bit, as though he’s having second thoughts about the whole orgy thing already. Bill obviously isn’t though, because he extends an arm and pulls the girl snugly against his side, eyes sparkling.
“Ryan, this is Ariel. Ariel, Ryan Ross.”
Ryan does a double take on the pale skin and red hair and tries very hard to act casual. As soon as Bill steers the girl away, though, he catches Mikey by the sleeve of his sweater, pulling him a little to the side.
“I’m not fucking the Little Mermaid,” he hisses, eyes almost pleading as he looks at Mikey. “Brendon will kill me! He’s still upset about me and Jon telling him the truth about the dirty lyrics in Aladdin, and that was like a year ago.”
Mikey pats his arm consolingly. “Then don’t think about it like that,” he murmurs back. “It might not even be her real name, I mean, who knows, right? And let me tell you, from the things she just whispered in my ear, I’d be very surprised if she’s anything like a virginal Disney sea princess.”
“Hey, Mikey, Ryan, get over here,” Bill calls, throwing himself down on the king size bed. “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting, you know.”
Ryan almost replies something about how he’s sure Bill can take it, but the girl lets out a laugh and jumps onto the bed as well, straddling Bill’s hips with an easy grace about her.
“Good thing I’m not a lady then,” she says, grabbing Bill’s wrists in her hands and pinning them securely above his head. “Now, come on, William Beckett. Lose the pants.”
Bill grins. “I’d love to, but it seems I’m a little, oh, held up at the moment. Perhaps one of my friends could be so kind as to lend a hand?” Ryan looks at Mikey and shakes his head evenly. They stare each other down for a moment, measuring, but in the end, Mikey gives in, leaving Ryan to fiddle with the settings on the small video camera that has been set up in the middle of the room as he goes to join Bill and Ariel on the bed.
“Mikey!” Bill exclaims happily. “My white knight, here to liberate my mighty sword. I was hoping it’d be you.” From over by the camera, Ryan gives him the finger, mumbling something about opening acts. Mikey just looks at Bill. Then he turns to the girl.
“Can we gag him? Would you be down with that?” he asks innocently, ignoring Bill’s protest as he puts a hand over his mouth. “I mean, I’m sure Ryan would lend us his beloved scarf if it was for such a worthy cause.” The girl laughs.
“Oh, we can do better than that,” she replies, reaching over to grab her bag that’s ended up on the other side of the bed. She reaches inside and pulls out the inventory of a smaller sex shop, item after item falling into a pile next to Bill’s hip. Ryan’s eyes widen, and Mikey looks rather like he’s about to go into shock. Bill, on the other hand, lifts his head, takes one look at the pile of toys and then falls back against the pillows, groaning loudly in appreciation.
“God, yes,” he exclaims, looking at Ariel with something akin to worship in his eyes. “Fucking jackpot.” Mikey rolls his eyes and begins to sift through the pile, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and three long pieces of black silk.
“See no evil or speak no evil?” he asks offhandedly, as though addressing no one in particular. He pulls the silk casually between his fingers, contemplating. “Ryan?”
“Gag him,” Ryan replies without hesitation. “Come on, Mikey, how is a blindfold even an option here?”
“I could name a few different reasons,” Bill interjects, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Most of which include your cock, so you might want to take some time with that decision.”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
With a movement so smooth and practiced that Ryan really does not want to think about the story behind the skill, Mikey Way grabs a fourth piece of silk from the pile of toys, moves up the bed and fits one over Bill’s eyes, a second between his parted lips and the remaining two loosely around each of his wrists.
“To protect the skin,” he comments, feeling Ryan’s questioning eyes on his back. “I live on a tour bus with Frank and Gee, okay? You pick things up whether you want to or not.” He holds out his hand for the handcuffs, slinging them around a post in the bed frame and fitting them neatly around Bill’s wrapped wrists. He turns to Ariel, who is still straddling Bill’s hips, watching the proceedings with an amused look on her face. “Got any lip gloss? He has interviews scheduled all day tomorrow, and he’ll be a total bitch if his lips are chafed.”
Ariel nods and reaches into a smaller compartment of her bag, finding a small, pink tube. Instead of placing it in Mikey’s outstretched hand, however, she opens the cap and applies the shimmering liquid on her own lips, flashing a quick smile at Ryan before leaning down, pressing her lips to Bill’s over the gag, smearing the gloss over the dry and parted mouth. Bill groans (as much as he’s able with the silk in his mouth), and Ryan adjusts the camera, zooming in on the action, feeling the heat rise slightly in the room.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Mikey says suddenly, grabbing the hem of his sweater and pulling it over his head. He moves up onto the bed, straddling Bill’s thighs right behind where the girl is positioned and raises a hand, sliding warm fingers smoothly beneath the hem of her shirt. Ariel breaks away from Bill and sits up, reaching behind her, finding the back of Mikey’s head. The kiss is wet and loud-most of it for Bill’s benefit-and when it ends, there are two shirts on the floor and a black bra on top of them. “What do you want?” Mikey asks, mouthing the words into the girl’s ear, hands splayed on her stomach, each moving teasingly north and south respectively. “Anything in particular?”
“Rough,” she answers, a secret smile spreading across her lips. “And as kinky as you’re able to make it.”
Ryan nearly laughs at that, because with the situation they’re in, ‘kinky’ is pretty much a prerequisite. She’s about to fuck three complete strangers, one of them gagged and bound to a bed. They are eons away from conventional romance.
“Fine by me,” Mikey smiles, ignoring the way Bill is making rough little noises in his throat and pushing his hips up, searching for friction. “Ryan, how’s the camera doing?”
“Very badly,” Ryan deadpans. “It’s got dependency issues. Leave it alone for more than a minute and it just dies. Luckily, I can stay right here and look after it.”
Mikey snorts, presses a quick kiss to the girls shoulder and whispers something in her ear. She turns her head towards him and nods, reaching for the buttons on Bill’s shirt.
Ryan watches Mikey get off the bed and walk towards him, hands casually unbuckling the belt of his jeans as he goes. He stops right next to Ryan, a little behind him even, looking half-way over Ryan’s shoulder, pretending to assess the camera.
“You know, in a way it’s like we’ve already fucked,” he breathes, words hot and slow in Ryan’s ear. Warm hands come around his waist, starting in on the belt and buttons, undoing them one by one. Ryan swallows and focuses on the tiny screen before him, adjusting the zoom to wide angle, watching William Beckett squirm as his pants are taken off. “By proxy, you know,” Mikey continues. “Mirror experiences and all that.” On the screen, Bill’s legs are pushed apart, Ariel kneeling between them, something small and glistening in her hand, red hair obscuring her face as she leans down over Bill’s cock. “Remember that thing Pete likes to do with his tongue?” Mikey asks quietly, pulling down a zipper. “That little flick just behind your balls when he’s got two fingers deep in your ass and you could just kill someone if that’d mean that he’d fuck you already?” Ryan closes his eyes, leaning his head back against Mikey’s shoulder, fighting to keep his breathing normal. A low, buzzing sound starts up in the direction of the bed, and Bill’s moans take on a choked, desperate quality as he strains against he handcuffs, trying to… something-Ryan isn’t quite sure what. Also, he finds that he doesn’t care very much, because Mikey Way has his hand down his boxers, fist closing tightly around his hardening dick, stroking experimentally.
“Ever fuck him in the exercise room at his place in LA?” Ryan throws back, letting go of his reservations and reaching behind him to get his own hands into Mikey’s jeans. “With the-”
“-weight bench and mirrors everywhere?” Mikey supplies, panting in his ear as Ryan matches his own rhythm, stroke for stroke. “So fucking hot.” A wide smile breaks out on Ryan’s face.
“Jesus, Pete’s head would explode if he saw this,” he murmurs, moving his hand a little faster. “The two of us talking about him while jerking each other off? His ego would go through the roof.”
“True,” Mikey concedes, moving his other hand to Ryans chest, nails digging in. “Time to cut out the middle-man, do you think?”
Ryan answers by twisting around and pushing Mikey roughly into the wall a few paces behind them, attacking his mouth with heated kisses while doing quick work of the rest of his clothes. His own are pulled off almost as quickly, and they’re soon pressing against each other maddeningly, both of them trying to find just the thing that will cause the other to completely lose control.
A loud, muffled cry breaks through the heat around them, and their heads snap up and around, taking in the sight of Bill coming hard all over his stomach and the small, pale hand stroking him, fighting for air around the length of black silk.
“We should join them,” Mikey murmurs, loosening his hold on Ryan’s cock, sliding his hand around to cup his ass instead. “Come on, we’ll fuck her together. And make Bill watch as revenge for all the stupid shit he’s pulled in the last couple of months.”
Ryan nods, a rather evil grin touching the corner of his mouth. He saunters over to the camera, flips a button and closes the screen. Mikey smiles knowingly, and Ryan rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, man,” he says calmly. “Fuck Bill, I’m not ending up in a sleazy sex-tape on YouTube.”
“Now there’s a thought,” Mikey grins. “But let’s start with the girl, shall we?”
Ryan laughs and moves towards the bed.
THE END
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