gk, you who are my home, 7b/9, nc17, brad/nate/ray, 6,633

[sephirothflame]

”Ray,” Brad says, his voice low and cold and his eyes narrowed. His glare is fixated on Ray, the clench in his jaw terrifying and Ray worries about a blood vessel bursting in Brad’s temple. For all intents and purposes, he’s ignoring Nate, but it doesn’t stop Nate from freezing like a deer in the headlights behind Ray’s back.

Ray’s reaching back to curl his fingers around Nate’s wrist lightly before he even thinks about it, holding on. It’s not reassuring, not really, not for Nate. Ray seriously doubts Brad’s carrying right now and even if he was, it’s not Nate that would get shot in the head. Holding up his other hand in a placating gesture, Ray smiles at Brad. “Look who I found wandering around where he shouldn’t.”

Brad’s look is still steely, just daring Ray to continue to be a smartass. It isn’t worth it, not really, but Ray is petulant when he wants to be. Brad takes a step closer and instinctively, Ray straightens up, and to his surprise, so does Nate. They both spare Nate a quick look, taking in his own determined gaze, before Brad and Ray look at each other again. “Why is he here, Ray?”

”Because I didn’t realize I couldn’t fuck whoever I wanted to in my own home,” Ray replies. He lets go of Nate’s wrist, because Nate doesn’t need him, apparently, to fold his arms over his chest and look up at Brad stubbornly. “If he was anyone else, would you be complaining this much?”

For a moment, Brad is quiet. He turns on his heel to go to the fridge, pulling something out before slamming it shut. He shoves Nate a water bottle before ordering him to sit, which Nate stubbornly refuses to do. “I will shoot you in the face if you don’t listen to me,” Brad says, and Ray isn’t sure which one of them he’s actually talking to, but Nate narrows his eyes and moves to sit at the kitchen table.

Grabbing the front of Ray’s shirt, Brad drags him until he can throw him back into a counter and pin him in place. His voice is lower when he speaks, barely a growl, and Ray can’t remember the last time he saw Brad this pissed off. “He can’t be here,” Brad says, grabbing Ray’s chin hard enough to ache, forcing Ray to make eye contact. “What the fuck were you thinking? He could get us both killed.”

Ray squirms, fighting against Brad, but he’s kind of helpless to move away when Brad is pressed so close and his fingers are bruising tight. “The only reason you’re so pissed off is - ah - “ Ray lashes out at Brad when the grip on his face tightens, punching his chest roughly. “ - don’t even pretend you haven’t been thinking about this every night since he offered and you had to be such a goddamn moral dick and turn him down!”

Nate makes a sound and the cap of his water bottle flies across the room and hits one of the cabinets. It has both Brad and Ray turning to look at him sharply, and Nate reigns in his surprised look to an impassive one. “I can go, if this is going to be a problem.”

”You’re not going anywhere,” Ray snaps, right as Brad says, “Leave.”

Brad and Ray share a look and Ray hits Brad in the chest again before deciding to change tactics. He traces his fingers along Brad’s jaw until he can touch the tips to Brad’s lips, silencing him. Trailing his fingers down Brad’s chest slowly, Ray ignores Brad’s wary looks and leans up to nibble at his jaw. “Brad, stop for just a second and think about this.”

”The last time I listened to you when you told me to think about something you were fucking the hostage we were keeping in our basement,” Brad reminds, tipping his head away from Ray and glaring at the wall behind him. “He’s not staying here. Do you have any fucking idea how much danger you’ve put both of us in by bringing him here?”

”Nate is harmless,” Ray counters, then glances at Nate. “No offense.” He smirks when Nate shrugs his shoulders vaguely and just takes a sip from his water, before turning his attention back to Brad. He slips his fingers up under Brad’s shirt to touch his stomach, trace the lines of his hips. “Nate isn’t going to hurt us and you know it. There’s nothing for him to gain from it.”

”Except the death of the men who kidnapped him, threatened to kill him and took advantage of him when he was helpless to stop him,” Brad replies darkly. “Not including all the threats we’ve made against his father and his family on Godfather’s behalf.”

”You would kill me before any of that came back on you,” Nate says, causing Brad and Ray to turn and look at him again. Nate puts his bottle on the table carefully before standing up. “Except there’s one major difference about me being here this time.” He watches them quietly, but when neither Brad or Ray move, Nate drops his hands to his belt and starts to undo it slowly. “I came here willingly.”

”Nate,” Brad starts, but he cuts himself off with a startled sound when Ray gropes him through his jeans, squeezing Brad’s cock roughly. Brad catches Ray’s hand to stop him, squeezing the bones in Ray’s hands until it hurts. “Goddammit, Ray.”

”Nate and I are going to have sex,” Ray says, and he has a hard time paying attention to Brad when Nate is pulling his belt through the loops and starts to tug his shirt up. “You can fuck off if you don’t want to watch or join in, but he wants you here. He wants you to hold him down and fuck him and don’t you fucking lie to me and say you don’t want to do it to him.”

Brad is pointedly staring at Ray’s face instead of looking back towards Nate, his jaw clenching and unclenching visibly while he tries to control himself. He squeezes Ray’s hand until Ray makes a pained sound, against his will, and Brad lets go of Ray completely, taking a step back. “I don’t,” Brad says vehemently.

Ray just rolls his eyes and steps close to Brad, recovering the lost space, reclaiming it. He grabs Brad’s belt loops and holds on, keeping him in place. “Brad. Nate is here willingly, asking for us to do all the things we wanted to do anyways. He’s not drugged. He’s not coerced. He’s had a little bit to drink, but fuck, so have I and I bet you’ve been nursing your vodka again.” Ray quirks an eye when Brad scowls and reaches up to cup his jaw, drag his thumb against Brad’s lower lip and tip his head over to where Nate is standing shirtless and looking at them expectantly. “Just one night, Brad. You both get this out of your systems and everything is okay again.”

It takes a pointed look from Ray for Brad to look over at Nate and a smug little smile appears on Nate’s face. Brad makes a small sound, almost inaudible, and Ray knows he’s won. Brad has wanted this for far too long to pass up the chance now that Nate is here willingly and of his own accord. Even if, arguably, Brad could be moaning about anyone in his sleep, fisting the sheets, or when he’s obviously not all there when he’s got Ray beneath him, around him, it’s impossible to miss the look of obvious want in his eyes when he watches Nate now.

Brad wants Nate. He just needs a push in the right direction to be able to go and get him. A push Ray is more than willing to give, metaphorically and physically. Brad glares when Ray shoves at his chest, but he makes his way over to Nate cautiously. He doesn’t touch Nate until Nate nods, and his fingers skim up Nate’s hips and sides delicately. He leans in to kiss the crook of Nate’s neck and shoulder, but it’s a barely there touch designed to bring Nate close.

For a moment, they all stay still. Ray can’t see Brad’s face, can’t see what he’s doing, but it’s enough for Nate’s cheeks to flush and for him to suck in a sharp breath, and he pushes himself up onto his toes to be closer to Brad. Nate grabs Brad’s shoulders, fingers twisting into his shirt and holding on and Brad is grabbing Nate’s hips, stroking his thumbs along Nate’s naked hipbones slowly.

It’s a go, Ray thinks, until Brad pushes Nate away and fixes him with a serious look. Nate freezes, but doesn’t let go of Brad, and Ray isn’t surprised when Brad shoots him the same dark look. “One time,” he says seriously, glancing between Ray and Nate to check he has their attentions, like they could be looking at anyone besides Brad anyways. “And you,” Brad says, looking at Nate specifically, “will have a safe word.”

”That’s fine by me,” Ray says, moving to get closer, but he freezes when Nate looks up at Brad, a little lost, and asks, “a - what?” If there is anything else in the universe to get Brad to shut down so quickly and completely, Ray can’t possibly think of what it is.

”Fuck it,” Brad says, dropping Nate’s hips. He steps back to move away, but Nate clings to him and doesn’t let him go. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re asking for here - “

”I know what a safe word is,” Nate flushes, in embarrassment or anger, Ray isn’t sure. He slides his hands from Brad’s shoulders to his elbows, his wrists, dragging him in close and kissing his jaw. “I just. Thought it would be like last time.” Quieter, almost meekly, he adds, “I didn’t think we’d need one.”

”By all rights, you should have had one last time,” Brad mutters. He lets Nate drag his hands and tuck them into Nate’s back pockets, Brad’s fingers curling slightly before he squeezes Nate’s ass. It makes Nate’s hips arch forward, a soft sound escaping him, and Brad looks a little torn. “Pick a word, Nate.”

Nate flounders for a second, curling his fingers into Brad’s shirt again as he tries to think. He looks over at Ray, but the only thing Ray can think to do is shrug his shoulders weakly. It’s up to Nate to choose the word, because it has to be something that he’ll remember on his own. Nate only looks helpless for a heartbeat though, before he’s biting his lip and looking up at Brad thoughtfully. “Montana.”

”Montana,” Brad repeats slowly, waiting for Nate to nod his head. “You don’t have to explain it,” he adds, when Nate opens his mouth, and it silences Nate. “Montana. Nothing but fucking country music and wannabe cowboys.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust and Nate has to bite back a laugh. “And if your mouth is full?” Brad asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Ray can’t help but laugh as Nate blushes at the implications, and he wonders exactly what kind of things Nate usually gets up to when he’s naked and writhing around with other people. When Nate doesn’t seem to be able to move past his confusion, Ray takes pity on him and snaps, drawing both Nate and Brad’s attention to himself. “He wants you to snap.”

”Ray - “ Brad starts, and Ray can’t tell if Brad is annoyed at him for choosing for Nate or relieved that he helped Nate out and they aren’t going to have to call it quits. A mixture of both, probably.

”Brad,” Ray says, cutting him off. He glances at Nate slowly, pointedly, before looking over at Brad again. He means This is Nate, he’s probably never done this before, and Brad is smart enough to figure out Ray’s intentions. “Now that we have that established, can we move onto the kinky fun part of the night?”

”I like Ray’s plan,” Nate chimes in, flashing Ray a relieved smile. He holds up his fingers and snaps before Brad can even ask, leaning in to nip at Brad’s jaw, his lower lip. He makes a distressed sound when Brad pushes him back, his confusion obvious.

”Ray,” Brad says, glancing away from Nate to look over at Ray. “You are the one who had the brilliant plan here. I assume there was a specific course you planned on taking after you seduced Nate and coerced myself.”

”If that was seduction, then Nate’s just kind of easy,” Ray says, clucking his tongue lightly. He grins when Nate scowls at him. “I did in fact have a plan though,” Ray continues, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his jeans, making a triumphant sound when he finds a strip of condoms. He holds them up for Brad and Nate to see - Brad rolling his eyes and Nate grinning slowly - before he points a finger at Nate. “You, get naked and get on the table.”

”Will it hold me?” Nate asks incredulously, glancing at the wooden kitchen table but he’s already dropped down to unlace his boots and kick them off, toeing his socks off quickly as well before he stands back up and works on the button of his jeans. He’s less embarrassed as he undresses this time in front of them, less hesitant, and Ray thinks that is a very good sign.

”It’s held Brad’s ass in the past,” Ray replies easily. He holds the condoms between his teeth as he strips out of his jacket, his shirt, toeing off his own boots and socks before moving towards Nate. He grabs Nate’s hips, urging him backward, glancing up and down Nate’s body before making a thumbs up at Brad.

Brad rolls his eyes, as always, but he strips out of his shirt and drapes it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “I don’t suppose you happen to have any lube in your jacket as well,” Brad says wryly.

Ray helps Nate push himself up on top of the kitchen table before taking the condoms from his mouth and laying them down by Nate. “We’re in a kitchen,” Ray says, guiding Nate’s hips back a little further and urging him to lie down. He kisses one of Nate’s knees lightly, winking down at Nate. “I’m sure we’ve got something that’ll do the job.”

”Jesus Christ, Ray,” Brad says, scowling at him. He lets Nate reach for him, tug him in by a belt loop, and Brad is moving his hand to smooth down Nate’s hair as soon as he’s close enough. “You’re not going to slick him up with olive oil.”

”Then I’ll rim him,” Ray shoots back, rolling his eyes. He bites back a comment about how Nate’s not a delicate flower and he’s a college student, he’s probably used weirder, but then he remembers Nate’s not really a bottom. Ray wonders if Nate’s over been in a position ever remotely similar to this, but he realizes he doesn’t care, because Nate’s thighs and ass clench at the mere mention of being rimmed.

Which, Ray thinks, is very, very promising. Dragging a chair closer so he can kneel on it, Ray spreads Nate’s legs wider and starts to kiss the inside of his thigh gently, licking a line towards Nate’s groin before biting lightly. “Have you ever been rimmed before, Nate?”

Nate’s body goes tense again, which is more than answer enough. When he says “no” it’s quiet, almost embarrassed, and Brad and Ray share a look. Nate pointedly ignores them, instead shifting his weight closer to the edge of the table and Brad, trying to get the front of Brad’s jeans opened with one hand.

Ray watches him for a second, before looking back up at Brad, who is watching Nate with an intense sort of devotion. “Do you want to - ?” He asks Brad, but Brad ignores him in favor of covering Nate’s hand with his own and helping him undo Brad’s belt and the button on his jeans.

”Go ahead,” Brad says as soon as his belt is through the loops and draped across Nate’s chest and his zipper is pulled down. “I think Nate has other ideas and who am I to object?”

”I’m sure this is just absolutely terrible for you,” Ray replies wryly, rolling his eyes. He nips at the soft skin of Nate’s inner thigh lightly, which causes Nate to tense up, and Ray bites down again. He takes his time biting his way alongside the inside of Nate’s thigh, sucking red marks into the skin every now and then and urging Nate’s thighs farther apart.

Lightly, Ray licks a line along the crease of Nate’s thigh and groin, but his moan is muffled. Ray looks up to see Nate, face flushed and eyes closed, with his lips wrapped around the head of Brad’s cock. It’s impossibly obscene in the best kind of way and Ray groans lightly in appreciation. He kisses Nate’s skin gently then mouths at his balls, sucking lightly until Nate moans again.

”Don’t be a tease, Ray,” Brad says, but he sound distracted - and with good reason. His fingers are tangled in Nate’s hair, jeans slung low on his hips, and he rocks forward to press his cock a little deeper into Nate’s mouth with each thrust.

Nate just lets Brad, which is the best part, closing his eyes and moaning in appreciation or encouragement. He’s a good boy, Ray thinks idly, and it’s enough encouragement of Ray’s own for him to spread Nate open with his thumbs and lick him. Nate’s hips jump, a startled sound escaping him, and Ray laughs lightly while Brad curses.

”Teeth,” Brad hisses, and Nate pulls off long enough to whimper a string of apologies. Brad ignores him, tightening his fingers in Nate’s hair until Nate cries out lightly. He grips the base of his cock, rubbing the head against Nate’s lips. He makes a small sound when Nate swallows him down again, and Brad starts thrusting in harder.

Ray watches for a moment, his own cock twitching in interest as he remembers exactly what Nate can do with his tongue, before he shakes his head to snap out of it. He thumbs Nate open again, leaning in and licking again, lighter, smirking when Nate clenches against his tongue.

He licks broad strokes all the way up to the base of Nate’s balls, mouthing a wet kiss to the skin, before he goes back to licking around Nate’s rim. Spearing his tongue, he tries to ease it inside of Nate, and it has Nate’s hips jerking up off the table again and he moans around Brad’s cock. There’s an accompanying groan from Brad, so Ray assumes Nate was mindful of his teeth this time. He keeps pressing in with his tongue, spitting against Nate’s skin when he pulls off to ease a finger in instead.

Nate clenches around Ray’s finger, moaning again, and Ray can’t wait to feel that around his cock. That will be awesome, Ray thinks idly, distracted, and so good; hot and tight. He fucks Nate with one finger, crooking and dragging it, and he licks Nate’s rim around it, pushing his spit in and slicking him up easily.

The sounds Nate makes are impossibly good and tempting, moaning around Brad’s cock like a cheap whore, and Ray is startled by a sharp slap of skin. When he looks up, Brad has one of Nate’s wrists pinned to the table and Nate is arching his hips up in frustration, trying to find something to rub against his hard cock.

Smirking, Ray takes pity on him. He slides a second finger inside of Nate then moves up to suck at Nate’s balls. The moan drags out of Nate is even louder, and Ray watches as Brad’s cock slides deeper into Nate’s mouth, until Nate’s lips are stretched impossibly and his eyes are starting to water as he struggles to swallow around Brad’s cock. Nate doesn’t tell them to stop, not even when Ray rubs his fingers mercilessly against Nate’s prostate or wraps his lips around Nate’s cock and sucks him down.

Nate is falling apart between them, under and around them. His ass clenches so tight around Ray’s fingers it almost hurts at the same time he tries to rock his hips up to force his cock even deeper into Ray’s mouth before Ray shoves his hips back down to the table. Nate moans, breathless and needy, but he doesn’t stop sucking Brad until he needs to pull back and suck in a sharp breath, but even then it’s only for a second before Brad starts fucking his cock back into Nate’s mouth as deep as he can go.

When Nate is close, whining and tightening around Ray, Ray pulls off. He licks his lips, slowly, and starts mouthing kisses against Nate’s hips. He doesn’t stop fucking Nate with his fingers, but he tugs at Nate’s balls roughly to keep him from coming. “Not until I’m done fucking you,” he says, his voice hoarse, and Nate doesn’t have time to object before Brad is coming down his throat with a rough grinding of his hips and a groan.

Ray pulls his fingers out of Nate slowly, but he doesn’t move to actually fuck Nate. He waits until Brad is done coming, his fingers curled tight in Nate’s hair and Nate’s soft whimpers sounding through the kitchen, just petting Nate’s hip lightly. “I fucking told you about his mouth,” Ray says smugly and he doesn’t even care that Brad is glaring at him.

”Are you going to fuck him or not?” Brad asks, pulling out of Nate slowly. He wipes a finger over Nate’s cheek, catching spit and come, and pushes them back up into Nate’s mouth. He groans when Nate’s tongue flicks out, tasting him, and Nate swallows obediently.

”In a minute,” Ray says. He grabs the condoms, tugging the strip between his teeth, and pushes the chair away from him. Standing, he grabs Brad’s belt and rolls it over once, snapping Nate’s side with it. “Get on your stomach so I can fuck your pretty little ass already.”

It takes Nate a second to respond, sucking in sharp breathes, and it takes even longer for him to figure out how to roll over without toppling off the wrong side of the table. He makes a startled sound when Ray grabs his hips, pulling him closer to the edge.

”One day, you will be tied to the bedposts and spread open and completely helpless,” Ray says wistfully, ignoring the warning look Brad is sending him. He lets the condoms fall onto Nate’s back before reaching for his wrists and tugging them into place. “I am going to tie you up. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Nate opts not to say anything, instead pressing his wrists together and holding them out for Ray to tie up dutifully. He wiggles his hips when Ray binds them, making a small, impatient sound. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

”Yes, Ray,” Brad says, smirking up at Ray. “I thought you were going to fuck him.” He smooths his fingers through Nate’s hair, straightening the messy locks, Nate tipping his head into the touch and moaning softly.

”You’re both unappreciative pussies,” Ray scowls. He rips open a condom and rolls it on, spitting in his hand and jacking his cock a few times. He grabs Nate’s hip with one hand, checking the binding of the belt with the other, then trails his fingers down Nate’s spine and to his ass, slipping them inside of him easily. “I should make you beg for it.”

”Ray, would you please - “ Nate starts, but his words break into a moan as Ray lines up and pushes into him. “Fuck,” Nate breathes out, trying to push himself up onto his toes for leverage, to be able to rock back for more.

Ray slaps Nate’s ass, which startles Nate and has him clenching around Ray’s cock in response. Ray groans, grabbing Nate’s hips with both hands, and gives up on easing into him slowly. Digging his nails in tight, Ray slams his hips forward and slides deeper into Nate. He doesn’t give him time to adjust, pulling out and thrusting in again, working his cock inside of Nate with every shove until he’s buried to the hilt.

”Patience is a virtue,” Brad says wryly, but he doesn’t tell Ray to stop, and Ray has no intentions of pulling out unless Nate tells him to stop or uses the safe word. Brad doesn’t object, drawing himself up a chair and plopping down in front of Nate, running his fingers through Nate’s hair before leaning in to whisper in Nate’s ear.

Whatever Brad is saying, Ray can’t hear, but it makes Nate moan loudly and clench around Ray’s cock. Brad doesn’t stop, either, glancing up at Ray and smirking suggestively before licking Nate’s ear and going back to whispering his secrets. Ray doesn’t care, he has Nate tight and hot around him and Ray is more than willing to fuck into him mindlessly and losing himself to the sensation.

This is Nate Fick doubled over a table for Ray, moaning like a whore or cheap porn or something else equally unbefitting of his class, Ray doesn’t care what. He just loves the way Nate sounds, moaning and groaning and crying out with every thrust of Ray’s cock, the way he clenches and tries to rock back for more. Nate’s better than any whore or twink in a bar though, so good, and Ray can’t work up the energy to be amazed that he has the Senator’s son taking his cock so easily again right now when there are other things to focus on.

Ray has to force himself to unclench his fingers, to move his hand from Nate’s hip to his shoulder, but he digs his nails in just as tightly. It’s a stretch, forcing Ray up onto the balls of his feet, but it’s easier to drag Nate back over the surface of the table and onto Ray’s cock, punching a near howl out of Nate when he hits his prostate hard. He drags Nate where he wants him, manhandling him with ease enough, and Ray nearly bites his tongue when Nate clenches tighter around him, sobbing his release.

Laughing breathlessly, hysterically, Ray doesn’t stop fucking Nate’s tight ass until he feels the white heat building up in the base of his spine, his balls, and he doesn’t even try to hold off his own orgasm, not when Nate’s fluttering and clenching around him so wonderfully. He keeps pumping his hips until he’s done coming, doubling over Nate’s back to press kisses into his sweaty skin, moaning softly.

For a moment, no one moves, Ray and Nate just trying to catch their breaths. Then, Ray feels Brad’s fingers on the back of his neck and he tips his head to the side to look at him, but Brad is leaning in for a hungry, possessive kiss. There’s nothing for Ray to do but whimper and let Brad bite at his lips, his tongue, his body completely slack under Brad’s touch.

When the kiss breaks, Ray feels like he’s never going to have enough oxygen in his body again. His knees are wobbly when he pushes himself up onto his elbows and he pulls out of Nate carefully, mouthing kisses into Nate’s shoulder when Nate moans his objection. “Brad’s got you,” Ray murmurs, licking the sweaty skin. “It’s okay, Nate, shh.”

It takes everything in Ray not to just roll over and flop onto the table next to Nate. He’s surprised and relieved when Brad drags a chair closer, but Ray sinks into it in relief as soon as it’s close enough. He melts back into the chair, letting his used condom slip to the floor and not giving a single fuck. Ray watches Nate squirm impatiently through half-lidded eyes, and he wonders if Nate’s stamina is really that incredible or if he’s just wanted Brad too badly for too long.

”Jesus Christ,” Brad mutters, his fingers slipping into Nate easily, two, three - and after a moment of work, four - until both of them make a small sound. Brad’s fingers tremble slightly as he grabs a condom, but he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and when he opens them again, he’s got control of himself again. He glances at Ray when he jacks his cock slowly, getting it hard before he rolls on the condom. He doesn’t say anything, and Ray is glad, because he’s not sure he’s coherent enough to form words right now.

When Brad eases into Nate, he takes his time, his breathing rough but under control. He holds Nate’s hip, petting it lightly, and doesn’t stop pushing into him until he’s buried deep, his hips flush against Nate’s ass. They both moan, and Ray feels a little bit smug, because he has the best seat in the house for the most awesome show ever.

Brad takes his time at first, fucking into Nate with slow, measured thrusts. It’s to give him time to adjust, Ray thinks, to catch his breath and not fry his brain from too much at once. Brad’s always been more considerate about these kinds of things, but then again, there’s a reason Ray almost always goes first when they share. Impatience is just one factor.

Slowly though, as Brad gets more confident and Nate’s cock starts to swell between his legs again, Brad’s thrusts start to come harder and faster. He digs his fingers into Nate’s hips and holds him in place when he starts to pound into him. Brad’s soft grunts are almost lost to the breathless, needy sounds Nate is making, and Ray has to bite his lip and groan because he wishes he could get off again but it would probably kill him.

Eventually, Brad’s fingers make it up Nate’s body, scratching along Nate’s ribs, detouring to slap his ass a few times while Nate cries out and clenches, but slowly they make their way to Nate’s hair again. Brad tugs, roughly, jerking Nate’s head back, and Nate cries out loudly at the treatment. It’s got him hard though, struggling to rock back to meet every move of Brad’s hips.

Brad comes like that, hips stuttering into Nate’s warm body as he curses, fingers tangled in Nate’s hair and forcing him down against the table. Brad doesn’t stop, rocking into Nate slowly even after he’s finished, and he pulls out with a tired groan. He slaps Nate’s ass when Nate whimpers, untangling his fingers from Nate’s hair slowly.

To Ray’s surprise, Brad tugs the belt binding Nate’s wrists together loose and helps Nate roll over onto his back again. Nate looks useless and spent, and even though he’s rubbing at his red wrists, it’s obvious he’s itching to touch himself. He manages to hold off until Brad tells him to do it, to get himself off and come all over himself, and it only takes a few strokes before Nate is losing it, his toes curling, his arching up and moaning brokenly.

It occurs to Ray that Nate is probably thirsty, but his water bottle was knocked off the table at some point and it rolled halfway across the kitchen, leaving a wet puddle in its wake. Pushing himself to his feet, Ray snags Brad’s shirt off the back of the chair it’s on and uses it as a mop. He doesn’t have to look to know that Brad is glaring at him about it, and Ray moves to grab water bottles from the fridge.

Opening one, he hands it to Nate, but Nate is too feeble to do anything but moan his thanks, so Ray lets it sit on the table beside him with the cap back on. Opening the second, he downs most of it in a few gulps and lets Brad snag it when he’s done.

”Ray,” Brad says quietly, setting the bottle on the table. He waits until Ray stops pulling on his jeans and looks at him before he tips his head in the direction of the living room, but he doesn’t wait for Ray’s Message received and understood. He stops long enough to grab his jeans off the chair they were draped over, pulling them on quickly before he leaves the room.

Nate is dead to the world, his eyes half-lidded and chest heaving. Ray presses a finger to his nose, leaning in to kiss Nate’s forehead and mutters “Wait here” before following Brad into the living room. “What’s up, Iceman?”

”Don’t you ever fucking dare pull a stunt like that again,” Brad says, curling his fingers around Ray’s shoulder and slamming him back into the wall. He growls when Ray flounders, and it’s not fucking fair that someone who just had two awesome orgasms should still be able to manhandle Ray like this. “Or I swear I will kill you myself.”

”Fuck you,” Ray snaps, tugging Brad’s hand from his shoulder. He puts his hand in the center of Brad’s chest and pushes, but Brad barely budges - which is the only way he knows Brad’s post-coital state has affected him at all. “He wanted to get this out of his system and I was tired of you pouting like a little bitch because you missed fucking his tight ass last time.”

Brad goes tense, his expression guarded and even with the years of practice and ease between them, it’s hard for Ray to see past this mask. “I couldn’t,” Brad says, moving to step away from Ray, but he stops when Ray grabs his hips and drags him in close. “Ray, you know why I couldn’t.” It’s softer this time, almost pleading.

”Brad,” Ray says, pushing up onto his tiptoes to kiss Brad’s jaw lightly. “Brad, it’s okay, I know.” He does know, too, even if he doesn’t exactly agree with Brad’s reasoning behind it. But Brad isn’t Ray, he’s got a strict moral code and he sticks to it as best he can, despite their job. Brad’s a good person, underneath all the masks and web of lies. “You needed this now though, and even you can’t deny it.”

Brad doesn’t say anything, but presses Ray back against the wall and holds him there. He’s not crushing Ray, and he’s not quite leaning on him, but Ray likes the smothering feeling of knowing he’s got Brad this close. It feels safe, protective. Brad just nuzzles against Ray’s temple lightly and sighs into his hairline.

Ray doesn’t know how long they stand there like that, the two of them pressed together and just breathing, but Brad goes tense one second and his arms are tightened on either side of Ray. “Nate,” he says, and Ray has to push Brad away to see Nate standing a few feet away, fully dressed and looking a little awkward.

”You still have my keys,” Nate says, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and smiling faintly. There’s a languidness to his movements that’s impossible to deny, his skin still flushed and his hair mussed up and standing every which way. He reeks of sex and anyone who so much as glances at him is going to know he just got the sex of his life. “I already checked your clothes in the kitchen.”

Ray debates asking what Nate told his parents before he snuck out, because he seriously doubts they would have let him leave if they knew his plans, but he decides against it. He pushes Brad away from him with a light shove, leaning up to give him a quick nip to the jaw before he’s at Nate’s side and looping an arm around his neck. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

”I’m sure I could find it on my own,” Nate says idly, but he doesn’t push Ray away. He hesitates, shooting Brad a look, before he wraps an arm around Ray’s waist. Ray would laugh at Nate’s hesitance, but he has more urgent plans, and those require them to be far away from Brad. Nate doesn’t say anything else and lets himself be lead through the house and out the side door.

”If you give me your phone, I’ll give you your keys back,” Ray says once their outside, his eyes skimming the fence line quickly, more out of habit than anything else. Nate doesn’t say anything as Ray checks the perimeter, but his eyes follow the path Ray’s just took and Ray thinks Nate is a smarter cookie than he gave him credit for.

”I need my phone,” Nate says slowly, but he pulls it out of his pocket anyways to hand it over to Ray in exchange for his keys. He watches quietly as Ray turns it on, waiting patiently while Ray keys in his number before handing it back. “What was that for?”

”In case you change your mind and once wasn’t enough to get this out of your system,” Ray replies, shrugging his shoulders impassively. Ray’s seen guys like Nate before, and he knows for a fact that Nate will be back for more. It’s only a matter of time before Nate gives in, and Ray really hopes Nate is smart and calls him instead of wandering off into a bar on his own again. “Call, don’t call. This is on your terms.”

”You think Brad would be okay with that?” Nate asks, quirking an eyebrow. He squeezes his phone lightly before tucking it back into his pocket. “He seemed pretty pissed.”

”Brad’s easy enough to deal with,” Ray says. “He just needs incentive. And maybe for you to forget you ever saw the house again or know where it’s at.” He gives Nate a pointed look and Nate nods his head in understanding, biting at his lip. “If there is a next time, I know a hotel or two that are sure to be classy enough for your standards.”

”It’s more the discretion I’m worried about,” Nate admits and Ray just gives Nate another look, because he’s more than smart enough to know to pick a place where people are paid to look the other way. Nate hesitates for a second, torn between climbing in his car and saying something. In the end, he looks at Ray once, quickly, before looking out across the yard. “Thank you.”

”Don’t mention it,” Ray says wryly, and he lets the subject drop. He wasn’t exactly doing this out of the goodness or his heart or purely selfless reasons. Yes, Brad needed it and Nate could have gotten seriously hurt, but Ray would be an idiot to turn down someone as pretty and willing as Nate. “Go home.”

Nate rolls his eyes, but he climbs into his car without another word. It takes him a moment to get it to start and to buckle his seatbelt, and Ray stands to the side and watches the Volvo until it disappears out of sight.

When he finally turns around to go back inside, Brad is nowhere to be seen, and Ray is too tired to play hide and seek with him right now. He stops in the kitchen long enough to grab another bottle of water and sips from it as he makes his way upstairs to his room. He collapses on top of his covers without getting undressed, and he passes out before he gets the chance to roll onto his back.

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