Mission Impossible (Duncan/Logan/Kendall) NC-17
Title: Mission Impossible
Pairing: Duncan/Logan/Kendall
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild slash, graphic sex, PWP
Spoilers: takes place after events of "One Angry Veronica"
Word Count: ~3500
Summary: Logan is going to cheer Duncan up if it kills him, and he knows just the way to do it.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I just really enjoy borrowing.
Author's Note: Written for duncanfest Round One
Thank you to my beta, decollete who was good enough to make this presentable. All mistakes remaining are my own.
Logan was getting really sick of the non-stop brood Duncan had been in for the last three weeks. Yeah, there was the custody battle, and the whole thing with Meg dying and Veronica freaking out, but god, would it break him to smile? Logan felt like slitting his wrists just living in the same apartment.
He'd tried to cheer him up. There had been the four-hour Xbox marathon, where Duncan had kicked the living hell out of him without a word. There had been the three hours of Playboy TV at high volume that hadn't brought Duncan out of his bedroom once but had left Logan sore for the next two days.
He had one plan left, and if this one didn't work, he was moving out. There was only so much doom and gloom one man could take.
Kendall was, surprisingly, still on his speed dial, and he laughed when she answered in her pep squad voice.
"Hey, Bessie," he greeted cheerfully. "How're sales? You need a new mink or something?"
Her voice was scathing on the other end but he just laughed, and she caved in the end because that was what she did.
Duncan got in about an hour later, and Logan had the shot glasses ready and waiting, with two bottles of vodka standing by just waiting to be emptied.
"Have a seat, man," Logan said, indicating the couch. "Take a load off." He looked at Duncan more closely, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the worn, haggard look on his face. "Dude, you look like shit."
Duncan looked mildly pissed off for a second, but the look faded into apathy again as he collapsed on the couch. Logan wondered irritably if Duncan had the energy for anything fun anymore.
He picked up the shot glasses and handed one to Duncan. For a second he thought his friend might refuse, but then Duncan's shoulders fell and he tossed the vodka back with a sigh. Logan grinned and followed suit.
It wasn't hard after that. Logan kept filling the glasses and Duncan matched him shot for shot, his expression empty.
Logan grimaced. He was beginning to really hate that look.
Finally there was a knock at the door, and Logan grinned at Duncan, who was oblivious. "Come in," he yelled, not sure if he could get up without falling over.
The door clicked open and Kendall stepped through in a short, sleek dress and fuck-me heels. Logan laughed. "Hey, baby! You made it!" The slurring was minimal.
Kendall rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no thanks to that dumb-ass who parked my car. What the-"
Logan cut her off with a gesture and a condescending smile. "Sweetie, you're worth a lot more quiet." He pinched his lips together with his forefinger and thumb to clarify his point.
She glared at him and stalked forward, looking ready for a fight. Logan ignored the posturing and grabbed her arm, pulling her down onto his lap. "Come here," he said softly, pressing forward to kiss her and sliding his hands under her dress.
She giggled and settled down, rubbing herself against him.
Duncan started to get up, but Logan reached out and grabbed his arm. "Stick around a while," he said quietly, turning to his friend as Kendall trailed kisses down his neck and chest.
Duncan's jaw tightened, but finally he settled back and poured himself another shot.
***
Duncan had a heavy buzz, but it wasn't nearly enough to dull the irritation when Logan asked him to stay. Everything was so damn easy for Logan. Alcohol and sex made every mistake manageable, every problem forgotten. Duncan didn't work like that. He had things to worry about, to think about. Responsibilities and…
His thoughts trailed off as the vodka heated his blood and he watched Kendall slide down to kneel in front of Logan. Duncan turned away in embarrassment, hearing the rustle of denim as she unsnapped Logan's pants and the sigh of his zipper as she pulled it down. The silence went on a little too long, and Duncan turned back just in time to see Kendall's lips slide down the length of his best friend's cock, her hands playing over Logan's thighs as Logan tossed his head back with a sigh. The combination of slick sounds, Kendall's sultry movements, and Logan's hands tightening in her hair filled Duncan with an undeniable heat.
He shifted uncomfortably as his cock pressed against his jeans. Maybe it was reduced inhibitions courtesy of the vodka, or the fact that he hadn't bothered to jerk off for two days, but he couldn't tear his eyes away as Kendall pulled back and tongued the head of Logan's dick. Her small hand was wrapped around the base, pumping slowly as she worked, and Duncan still couldn't stop staring.
He was startled out of his reverie when Kendall glanced over at him, her tongue still working languidly. She raised her head to Logan, looking pleased. "I think we got his attention," she said with a wicked smile. Duncan looked up and Logan was staring at him, his eyes half-lidded. Duncan swallowed, flushing when Logan looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants and smiled.
Logan looked up, meeting his eyes, and told Kendall, "Help him out, will you? I can take care of myself."
Duncan felt a small shock of alarm as Kendall shifted toward him. There was some reason that he shouldn't be doing this, he knew, but he couldn't think...
And then Kendall's fingers were on his thighs, creeping up, digging in carefully and erasing any doubts. Logan's eyes pinned him down, daring him to do this, and Duncan's skin tingled in anticipation. His eyes stayed locked on Logan's as Kendall nimbly undid his pants and took him in her mouth, warm and perfect. He sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes for a second, letting the slow rhythm of her hand and hot, wet mouth take him over.
He looked over at Logan again, and his friend looked back at him with a vaguely unfocused, heated gaze, smiling slowly as he noticed Duncan watching him. Logan had his vodka in one hand and his cock in the other, and Duncan's breath shuddered out uncontrollably as he watched Logan stroke himself. Kendall's warm tongue curled against his dick and suddenly everything was too hot and too sensitive and far too good to last.
The tension coiled and tightened inside him as Kendall sped up. Duncan turned to warn her but it was too late. His orgasm washed over him abruptly; his back arched, making him reach out as his breath came in harsh moans and his entire body stiffened. He grasped blindly and his hand found Logan's knee, gripping hard enough to bruise, and Logan made a strangled noise next to him that drove Duncan to new heights. Logan's thigh tensed under his hand as Logan came, and Duncan's world bleached white with the intensity of the moment.
There was a moment of absolute silence as the two of them breathed raggedly. Duncan's head was tilted back against the couch and he still had one hand on Logan's knee as color seeped back into his vision.
"Umm…hello?" Kendall piped up, sounding irritated. "No one's taken care of me, yet."
They both looked down at her and Logan laughed. "How's twenty bucks?"
"Oh, screw you," she said indignantly, and Duncan wondered how she managed to be so offended by people using her when it was what she did for a living.
"Only if you ask nicely," Logan taunted. He leaned forward to pour himself another shot and swallowed it as he stood up next to Kendall. Duncan couldn't help but notice how his pants still hung open.
"I'm thinking we should move to someplace a little more comfortable," Logan said, tugging her by the hand and gesturing at Duncan to follow.
Again, Duncan felt that creeping resistance, telling him there was some reason he shouldn't…
But when Kendall turned back with a suggestive smile and grabbed for his hand, he let her take it, and he followed meekly behind as they walked to Logan's bedroom.
Logan threw himself on the bed, folding his hands behind his head and looking expectant. Duncan lingered behind as Kendall shook her head. "Oh, no. It's my turn, now." She flicked her hand at Logan. "Everything comes off." She turned to Duncan. "You too." Her expression brooked no argument, and Duncan shed his shirt slowly. When he glanced over at Logan, his friend hadn't moved.
Kendall smiled tightly, looking at Logan with slight irritation as she kicked off her high heels. "I'm sorry, was that too much like authority for you?" She set her hands on the bed near Logan's ankles and inched up the bed seductively, giving Duncan a tantalizing look at the dark shadows under her very short skirt. He looked away, flushing again, but he was already most of the way to uncomfortably hard again.
Kendall lowered her head over Logan's, obscuring him from Duncan's view with her hair. Her voice was low and wicked. "Let me put it this way. If you take off your clothes, I will make it worth your while. And if you don't, you'll just have to watch while I fuck your friend senseless." She glanced back at Duncan, and he swallowed. His cock was suddenly standing at full attention.
Duncan watched quietly as Logan pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the side of the bed. Kendall was working on Logan's pants, and Duncan watched as his friend lifted his hips and let Kendall slide his pants and boxers off.
It wasn't like he'd never seen Logan naked before. They'd never been all that careful back when Lilly was alive and they were always changing into their swim trunks after school. But this was completely different-watching Logan shiver under Kendall's nails as she trailed them down his chest, watching his cock fill and rise as his hands trailed under Kendall's dress and made her gasp.
Duncan's legs were weak from watching them. His cock throbbed painfully as he watched Logan pull Kendall's dress over her head, revealing what Duncan had already suspected-she'd come in wearing nothing but that single scrap of fabric.
Logan rolled away from Kendall to get a condom from his bedside drawer, and Kendall turned to look at Duncan over her shoulder. Shadows played over her delicate muscles as she turned further and extended one manicured nail, crooking it at him to bring him over to the bed. She glanced pointedly at his pants and he stumbled forward, shedding his pants and boxers with shaking hands, and then perched uneasily on the edge of the bed.
"Come here," she whispered and he crept forward slowly, sliding his body alongside Logan's, not quite touching him, his belly level with Kendall's right thigh.
Logan shut the drawer of the nightstand with a click and turned back, grinning at Duncan as he handed the wrapped condom to Kendall. "I'm all yours, sweetheart," he said to her. "Glad you could make it," he said to Duncan, his lips quirking upward before he turned his attention back to Kendall.
Duncan closed his eyes when Logan hissed at Kendall's touch. The sound went straight through him, heightening his senses almost painfully. Kendall's thigh felt like silk against him; the heat from Logan's body burned against his hand where it lay a little too close. He could smell the musk of their come, the detergent of the sheets, the vaguely floral scent of Kendall's expensive perfume. He shivered when Kendall moved against him and straddled Logan, and he almost came when their moans tore through him in tandem as Kendall eased down, her thigh rubbing against Duncan's belly.
The rhythm of their movement pressed Duncan against Kendall's folded leg and brought his hand against Logan's skin. Kendall grabbed his other hand from its uneasy perch on his left hip and crushed it against her breast with a sigh. She favored him with a sultry smile before Logan distracted her with a strong thrust.
Duncan flicked a thumb over Kendall's nipple experimentally, and her sharp gasp made him smile. A little more confidently, he propped himself up on his elbow and traced the line of her breast in a narrowing spiral, thoroughly enjoying the hiccupping of her breath as she responded to his touch. The soft sounds were a sharp contrast to the breathy moans with which she answered Logan's thrusts.
Kendall's head snapped back in response to something Logan did, and her hand snaked around Duncan's neck, grabbing his hair and yanking him up toward her. He had to scramble to his knees to keep her from doing damage, and his entire body tingled with raw intensity.
The bed was suddenly still as their bodies pressed together over Logan's. Duncan's right thigh rubbed forward against Kendall's, and to the side against Logan's hip where he and Kendall met. Duncan could feel Logan's eyes on them as he kissed Kendall desperately, and it was somehow arousing and frightening at the same time.
Kendall curved forward against him, her mouth warm and a little salty, her hair tickling his collarbone, and Logan began to move again, slowly. Kendall moaned into Duncan's mouth and pressed harder against him, and a hand curled around his hip. It took him a moment to realize it was coming from the wrong direction, curving the wrong way to be Kendall's and he started to move away, to stop, to protest, until a smaller hand curved around his desperately hard cock and all his protests died as Kendall stroked him. Beside him, Logan's body strained upward and Logan's hand tightened marginally on Duncan's hip as he increased the pace.
Kendall's moans were breathy and careful. Her hands were sure and her body was pliant, and the movement of her skin against his made him feel intoxicated.
Logan's moans, on the other hand, were harsh and wild, just like the grip of his hand where it still cupped Duncan's hip. The sound cut through him, making him raw and taut and desperate.
He deepened his kisses, suddenly not caring if he bruised Kendall when he pressed against her, just wanting not to know why he felt as suddenly needy as he did. When she guided his hand downward, he was glad to have one other thing to concentrate on; at least until his fingers pressed into the smooth cleft between her legs and his knuckles brushed against warm skin and wiry hair. His breath caught, and he hoped Kendall thought it was because of her. Duncan searched slowly with two fingers, sliding over her slick skin until her breath hitched, and then he stayed there, teasing steadily as Logan drove into Kendall and repeatedly pressed Duncan's fingers against her clit.
Kendall's hand lost it's rhythm on Duncan's cock as she got close, but he changed his angle instinctively and the cup of her hip stroked him perfectly with every movement.
She came first with a sharp cry, and Duncan could feel her muscles throb under his fingers.
Logan was next, with a throaty groan and one final thrust that pressed the base of his cock against Duncan's fingers, and Duncan lost control.
He came with a moan that he buried in Kendall's neck as he pressed hard against her hip.
There was silence, and then Kendall laughed softly as she looked down at where he'd come. She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, and Duncan was sure she was going to bitch but instead, she smiled a calculated smile and kissed him gently. "I'm going to go wash off. When I get back, you'd better be ready for me."
She winked at him before sliding off Logan and walked to the bathroom, hips swaying.
Duncan fell back, his thighs trembling from the amount of time he'd spent on them, and he lay, breathless, next to Logan.
He didn't glance over, but he heard Logan pull the condom off and roll over to throw it out. Then Logan started laughing softly, and Duncan looked over to find his friend turned toward him with a self-satisfied smile. "Having fun?" Logan asked.
Duncan looked at him and then laughed helplessly, not knowing what to say. Logan looked so pleased, like a damn cat with a tell-tale feather stuck to his lip.
But before Duncan could say anything, Logan glanced down and raised an eyebrow. "She was serious, you know. You better be ready when that water stops."
Duncan looked at him, puzzled, and Logan looked back at him with a wicked half-smile, challenging again. Then Logan reached over nonchalantly, skimming a hand over his sweat-soaked hip in a startling intimacy. Duncan jumped and Logan laughed. "You can thank me later," he said, and before Duncan could do anything else, Logan had his hand around Duncan's half-hard dick and was stroking him easily. The pace was perfect, the pressure was mind-numbing, and Duncan was fully hard in less time than he would have imagined, his breath hissing between his teeth as he bit down on the moans that threatened to escape. He closed his eyes to block out Logan's all-knowing smile until the water in the bathroom stopped and Logan withdrew his hand.
Kendall grinned at Duncan's erection, and he felt his face heat again. "Oh, good," she purred, sliding into the narrow space between the two boys and running her hands up the length of Duncan's body. He trembled under her, remembering what her fingernails had looked like pressed into Logan's skin.
Desperate to erase the memory of Logan's hands on him, he ran his fingers through her hair and rolled up to face her, pressing his mouth into the curve of her throat, licking there gently as her fingers played over his skin, hard and soft, scratching and soothing in delirious contrast. Duncan ran his hand down to the small of her back and then his hand was trapped by Logan's body as he pressed against Kendall from behind, effectively pinning her between the two of them. Duncan heard her laugh in delight and she arched back, pressing her breasts against him as she turned to kiss Logan deeply. Duncan pulled his hand from between them, placing it on Kendall's waist as his lips trailed down over the soft curve of her breast. He heard her whisper something distantly, and he felt the shadow of Logan's presence behind her disappear, but he was too busy burying himself in the scent of her skin to pay attention.
When she pushed him on his back and straddled his thighs, his breath was already coming in great gasps and his hands were restless on her smooth skin.
Then Logan was back, handing Kendall another condom and grinning as he watched Duncan intently. Duncan closed his eyes to block out his friend's face as Kendall's slender fingers slid the latex down the length of his cock. She somehow managed to make it sexy instead of awkward, and then she was sliding down behind it and all thought was blissfully burned away as she moved over him.
He fought for a moment to find a rhythm-then it clicked and they were moving together, meeting in the middle with slick sounds and groans and perfect friction. Duncan settled his hands around her waist, guiding her gently as he picked up the pace.
Duncan barely noticed the brief press of Logan's leg against his as he and Kendall moved together in a breathless symphony. When Kendall paused, he opened his eyes and found her arched backward into Logan, who had swept her hair back and was kissing her neck. Logan met his eyes briefly and Duncan watched as he set his teeth gently in her shoulder. She let out a soft moan and her muscles clenched around Duncan so hard that he thought he'd lose it right then, and then they were moving again, and Logan's hands met his around Kendall's waist, and every sound was low and breathy and every movement was just right. He was barely able to wait for Kendall's shrill cry before he came with an almost painful intensity.
They lay together in a ragged silence. He felt distant and boneless and euphoric, and it was the best he'd felt in weeks. Maybe months. "God," he muttered.
Kendall smiled, her eyes half-lidded. "Mmm…thank you, boys. That was fun." She slid off him and walked away, and he was so exhausted that he didn’t even have the energy to watch her. He heard the shower start in the next room as he slowly took care of the condom and then lay back down, closing his eyes.
He felt Logan shift on the bed next to him, but he didn't bother looking over. The moment was too good to ruin.
Logan's voice was right on top of him, soft and satisfied. "Don't say I never got you anything," he whispered. Duncan opened his eyes to find Logan looming over him, just a few inches away. Logan winked and then bounded off the bed, heading toward the running shower.
Pairing: Duncan/Logan/Kendall
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild slash, graphic sex, PWP
Spoilers: takes place after events of "One Angry Veronica"
Word Count: ~3500
Summary: Logan is going to cheer Duncan up if it kills him, and he knows just the way to do it.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I just really enjoy borrowing.
Author's Note: Written for duncanfest Round One
Thank you to my beta, decollete who was good enough to make this presentable. All mistakes remaining are my own.
Logan was getting really sick of the non-stop brood Duncan had been in for the last three weeks. Yeah, there was the custody battle, and the whole thing with Meg dying and Veronica freaking out, but god, would it break him to smile? Logan felt like slitting his wrists just living in the same apartment.
He'd tried to cheer him up. There had been the four-hour Xbox marathon, where Duncan had kicked the living hell out of him without a word. There had been the three hours of Playboy TV at high volume that hadn't brought Duncan out of his bedroom once but had left Logan sore for the next two days.
He had one plan left, and if this one didn't work, he was moving out. There was only so much doom and gloom one man could take.
Kendall was, surprisingly, still on his speed dial, and he laughed when she answered in her pep squad voice.
"Hey, Bessie," he greeted cheerfully. "How're sales? You need a new mink or something?"
Her voice was scathing on the other end but he just laughed, and she caved in the end because that was what she did.
Duncan got in about an hour later, and Logan had the shot glasses ready and waiting, with two bottles of vodka standing by just waiting to be emptied.
"Have a seat, man," Logan said, indicating the couch. "Take a load off." He looked at Duncan more closely, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the worn, haggard look on his face. "Dude, you look like shit."
Duncan looked mildly pissed off for a second, but the look faded into apathy again as he collapsed on the couch. Logan wondered irritably if Duncan had the energy for anything fun anymore.
He picked up the shot glasses and handed one to Duncan. For a second he thought his friend might refuse, but then Duncan's shoulders fell and he tossed the vodka back with a sigh. Logan grinned and followed suit.
It wasn't hard after that. Logan kept filling the glasses and Duncan matched him shot for shot, his expression empty.
Logan grimaced. He was beginning to really hate that look.
Finally there was a knock at the door, and Logan grinned at Duncan, who was oblivious. "Come in," he yelled, not sure if he could get up without falling over.
The door clicked open and Kendall stepped through in a short, sleek dress and fuck-me heels. Logan laughed. "Hey, baby! You made it!" The slurring was minimal.
Kendall rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no thanks to that dumb-ass who parked my car. What the-"
Logan cut her off with a gesture and a condescending smile. "Sweetie, you're worth a lot more quiet." He pinched his lips together with his forefinger and thumb to clarify his point.
She glared at him and stalked forward, looking ready for a fight. Logan ignored the posturing and grabbed her arm, pulling her down onto his lap. "Come here," he said softly, pressing forward to kiss her and sliding his hands under her dress.
She giggled and settled down, rubbing herself against him.
Duncan started to get up, but Logan reached out and grabbed his arm. "Stick around a while," he said quietly, turning to his friend as Kendall trailed kisses down his neck and chest.
Duncan's jaw tightened, but finally he settled back and poured himself another shot.
***
Duncan had a heavy buzz, but it wasn't nearly enough to dull the irritation when Logan asked him to stay. Everything was so damn easy for Logan. Alcohol and sex made every mistake manageable, every problem forgotten. Duncan didn't work like that. He had things to worry about, to think about. Responsibilities and…
His thoughts trailed off as the vodka heated his blood and he watched Kendall slide down to kneel in front of Logan. Duncan turned away in embarrassment, hearing the rustle of denim as she unsnapped Logan's pants and the sigh of his zipper as she pulled it down. The silence went on a little too long, and Duncan turned back just in time to see Kendall's lips slide down the length of his best friend's cock, her hands playing over Logan's thighs as Logan tossed his head back with a sigh. The combination of slick sounds, Kendall's sultry movements, and Logan's hands tightening in her hair filled Duncan with an undeniable heat.
He shifted uncomfortably as his cock pressed against his jeans. Maybe it was reduced inhibitions courtesy of the vodka, or the fact that he hadn't bothered to jerk off for two days, but he couldn't tear his eyes away as Kendall pulled back and tongued the head of Logan's dick. Her small hand was wrapped around the base, pumping slowly as she worked, and Duncan still couldn't stop staring.
He was startled out of his reverie when Kendall glanced over at him, her tongue still working languidly. She raised her head to Logan, looking pleased. "I think we got his attention," she said with a wicked smile. Duncan looked up and Logan was staring at him, his eyes half-lidded. Duncan swallowed, flushing when Logan looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants and smiled.
Logan looked up, meeting his eyes, and told Kendall, "Help him out, will you? I can take care of myself."
Duncan felt a small shock of alarm as Kendall shifted toward him. There was some reason that he shouldn't be doing this, he knew, but he couldn't think...
And then Kendall's fingers were on his thighs, creeping up, digging in carefully and erasing any doubts. Logan's eyes pinned him down, daring him to do this, and Duncan's skin tingled in anticipation. His eyes stayed locked on Logan's as Kendall nimbly undid his pants and took him in her mouth, warm and perfect. He sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes for a second, letting the slow rhythm of her hand and hot, wet mouth take him over.
He looked over at Logan again, and his friend looked back at him with a vaguely unfocused, heated gaze, smiling slowly as he noticed Duncan watching him. Logan had his vodka in one hand and his cock in the other, and Duncan's breath shuddered out uncontrollably as he watched Logan stroke himself. Kendall's warm tongue curled against his dick and suddenly everything was too hot and too sensitive and far too good to last.
The tension coiled and tightened inside him as Kendall sped up. Duncan turned to warn her but it was too late. His orgasm washed over him abruptly; his back arched, making him reach out as his breath came in harsh moans and his entire body stiffened. He grasped blindly and his hand found Logan's knee, gripping hard enough to bruise, and Logan made a strangled noise next to him that drove Duncan to new heights. Logan's thigh tensed under his hand as Logan came, and Duncan's world bleached white with the intensity of the moment.
There was a moment of absolute silence as the two of them breathed raggedly. Duncan's head was tilted back against the couch and he still had one hand on Logan's knee as color seeped back into his vision.
"Umm…hello?" Kendall piped up, sounding irritated. "No one's taken care of me, yet."
They both looked down at her and Logan laughed. "How's twenty bucks?"
"Oh, screw you," she said indignantly, and Duncan wondered how she managed to be so offended by people using her when it was what she did for a living.
"Only if you ask nicely," Logan taunted. He leaned forward to pour himself another shot and swallowed it as he stood up next to Kendall. Duncan couldn't help but notice how his pants still hung open.
"I'm thinking we should move to someplace a little more comfortable," Logan said, tugging her by the hand and gesturing at Duncan to follow.
Again, Duncan felt that creeping resistance, telling him there was some reason he shouldn't…
But when Kendall turned back with a suggestive smile and grabbed for his hand, he let her take it, and he followed meekly behind as they walked to Logan's bedroom.
Logan threw himself on the bed, folding his hands behind his head and looking expectant. Duncan lingered behind as Kendall shook her head. "Oh, no. It's my turn, now." She flicked her hand at Logan. "Everything comes off." She turned to Duncan. "You too." Her expression brooked no argument, and Duncan shed his shirt slowly. When he glanced over at Logan, his friend hadn't moved.
Kendall smiled tightly, looking at Logan with slight irritation as she kicked off her high heels. "I'm sorry, was that too much like authority for you?" She set her hands on the bed near Logan's ankles and inched up the bed seductively, giving Duncan a tantalizing look at the dark shadows under her very short skirt. He looked away, flushing again, but he was already most of the way to uncomfortably hard again.
Kendall lowered her head over Logan's, obscuring him from Duncan's view with her hair. Her voice was low and wicked. "Let me put it this way. If you take off your clothes, I will make it worth your while. And if you don't, you'll just have to watch while I fuck your friend senseless." She glanced back at Duncan, and he swallowed. His cock was suddenly standing at full attention.
Duncan watched quietly as Logan pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the side of the bed. Kendall was working on Logan's pants, and Duncan watched as his friend lifted his hips and let Kendall slide his pants and boxers off.
It wasn't like he'd never seen Logan naked before. They'd never been all that careful back when Lilly was alive and they were always changing into their swim trunks after school. But this was completely different-watching Logan shiver under Kendall's nails as she trailed them down his chest, watching his cock fill and rise as his hands trailed under Kendall's dress and made her gasp.
Duncan's legs were weak from watching them. His cock throbbed painfully as he watched Logan pull Kendall's dress over her head, revealing what Duncan had already suspected-she'd come in wearing nothing but that single scrap of fabric.
Logan rolled away from Kendall to get a condom from his bedside drawer, and Kendall turned to look at Duncan over her shoulder. Shadows played over her delicate muscles as she turned further and extended one manicured nail, crooking it at him to bring him over to the bed. She glanced pointedly at his pants and he stumbled forward, shedding his pants and boxers with shaking hands, and then perched uneasily on the edge of the bed.
"Come here," she whispered and he crept forward slowly, sliding his body alongside Logan's, not quite touching him, his belly level with Kendall's right thigh.
Logan shut the drawer of the nightstand with a click and turned back, grinning at Duncan as he handed the wrapped condom to Kendall. "I'm all yours, sweetheart," he said to her. "Glad you could make it," he said to Duncan, his lips quirking upward before he turned his attention back to Kendall.
Duncan closed his eyes when Logan hissed at Kendall's touch. The sound went straight through him, heightening his senses almost painfully. Kendall's thigh felt like silk against him; the heat from Logan's body burned against his hand where it lay a little too close. He could smell the musk of their come, the detergent of the sheets, the vaguely floral scent of Kendall's expensive perfume. He shivered when Kendall moved against him and straddled Logan, and he almost came when their moans tore through him in tandem as Kendall eased down, her thigh rubbing against Duncan's belly.
The rhythm of their movement pressed Duncan against Kendall's folded leg and brought his hand against Logan's skin. Kendall grabbed his other hand from its uneasy perch on his left hip and crushed it against her breast with a sigh. She favored him with a sultry smile before Logan distracted her with a strong thrust.
Duncan flicked a thumb over Kendall's nipple experimentally, and her sharp gasp made him smile. A little more confidently, he propped himself up on his elbow and traced the line of her breast in a narrowing spiral, thoroughly enjoying the hiccupping of her breath as she responded to his touch. The soft sounds were a sharp contrast to the breathy moans with which she answered Logan's thrusts.
Kendall's head snapped back in response to something Logan did, and her hand snaked around Duncan's neck, grabbing his hair and yanking him up toward her. He had to scramble to his knees to keep her from doing damage, and his entire body tingled with raw intensity.
The bed was suddenly still as their bodies pressed together over Logan's. Duncan's right thigh rubbed forward against Kendall's, and to the side against Logan's hip where he and Kendall met. Duncan could feel Logan's eyes on them as he kissed Kendall desperately, and it was somehow arousing and frightening at the same time.
Kendall curved forward against him, her mouth warm and a little salty, her hair tickling his collarbone, and Logan began to move again, slowly. Kendall moaned into Duncan's mouth and pressed harder against him, and a hand curled around his hip. It took him a moment to realize it was coming from the wrong direction, curving the wrong way to be Kendall's and he started to move away, to stop, to protest, until a smaller hand curved around his desperately hard cock and all his protests died as Kendall stroked him. Beside him, Logan's body strained upward and Logan's hand tightened marginally on Duncan's hip as he increased the pace.
Kendall's moans were breathy and careful. Her hands were sure and her body was pliant, and the movement of her skin against his made him feel intoxicated.
Logan's moans, on the other hand, were harsh and wild, just like the grip of his hand where it still cupped Duncan's hip. The sound cut through him, making him raw and taut and desperate.
He deepened his kisses, suddenly not caring if he bruised Kendall when he pressed against her, just wanting not to know why he felt as suddenly needy as he did. When she guided his hand downward, he was glad to have one other thing to concentrate on; at least until his fingers pressed into the smooth cleft between her legs and his knuckles brushed against warm skin and wiry hair. His breath caught, and he hoped Kendall thought it was because of her. Duncan searched slowly with two fingers, sliding over her slick skin until her breath hitched, and then he stayed there, teasing steadily as Logan drove into Kendall and repeatedly pressed Duncan's fingers against her clit.
Kendall's hand lost it's rhythm on Duncan's cock as she got close, but he changed his angle instinctively and the cup of her hip stroked him perfectly with every movement.
She came first with a sharp cry, and Duncan could feel her muscles throb under his fingers.
Logan was next, with a throaty groan and one final thrust that pressed the base of his cock against Duncan's fingers, and Duncan lost control.
He came with a moan that he buried in Kendall's neck as he pressed hard against her hip.
There was silence, and then Kendall laughed softly as she looked down at where he'd come. She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, and Duncan was sure she was going to bitch but instead, she smiled a calculated smile and kissed him gently. "I'm going to go wash off. When I get back, you'd better be ready for me."
She winked at him before sliding off Logan and walked to the bathroom, hips swaying.
Duncan fell back, his thighs trembling from the amount of time he'd spent on them, and he lay, breathless, next to Logan.
He didn't glance over, but he heard Logan pull the condom off and roll over to throw it out. Then Logan started laughing softly, and Duncan looked over to find his friend turned toward him with a self-satisfied smile. "Having fun?" Logan asked.
Duncan looked at him and then laughed helplessly, not knowing what to say. Logan looked so pleased, like a damn cat with a tell-tale feather stuck to his lip.
But before Duncan could say anything, Logan glanced down and raised an eyebrow. "She was serious, you know. You better be ready when that water stops."
Duncan looked at him, puzzled, and Logan looked back at him with a wicked half-smile, challenging again. Then Logan reached over nonchalantly, skimming a hand over his sweat-soaked hip in a startling intimacy. Duncan jumped and Logan laughed. "You can thank me later," he said, and before Duncan could do anything else, Logan had his hand around Duncan's half-hard dick and was stroking him easily. The pace was perfect, the pressure was mind-numbing, and Duncan was fully hard in less time than he would have imagined, his breath hissing between his teeth as he bit down on the moans that threatened to escape. He closed his eyes to block out Logan's all-knowing smile until the water in the bathroom stopped and Logan withdrew his hand.
Kendall grinned at Duncan's erection, and he felt his face heat again. "Oh, good," she purred, sliding into the narrow space between the two boys and running her hands up the length of Duncan's body. He trembled under her, remembering what her fingernails had looked like pressed into Logan's skin.
Desperate to erase the memory of Logan's hands on him, he ran his fingers through her hair and rolled up to face her, pressing his mouth into the curve of her throat, licking there gently as her fingers played over his skin, hard and soft, scratching and soothing in delirious contrast. Duncan ran his hand down to the small of her back and then his hand was trapped by Logan's body as he pressed against Kendall from behind, effectively pinning her between the two of them. Duncan heard her laugh in delight and she arched back, pressing her breasts against him as she turned to kiss Logan deeply. Duncan pulled his hand from between them, placing it on Kendall's waist as his lips trailed down over the soft curve of her breast. He heard her whisper something distantly, and he felt the shadow of Logan's presence behind her disappear, but he was too busy burying himself in the scent of her skin to pay attention.
When she pushed him on his back and straddled his thighs, his breath was already coming in great gasps and his hands were restless on her smooth skin.
Then Logan was back, handing Kendall another condom and grinning as he watched Duncan intently. Duncan closed his eyes to block out his friend's face as Kendall's slender fingers slid the latex down the length of his cock. She somehow managed to make it sexy instead of awkward, and then she was sliding down behind it and all thought was blissfully burned away as she moved over him.
He fought for a moment to find a rhythm-then it clicked and they were moving together, meeting in the middle with slick sounds and groans and perfect friction. Duncan settled his hands around her waist, guiding her gently as he picked up the pace.
Duncan barely noticed the brief press of Logan's leg against his as he and Kendall moved together in a breathless symphony. When Kendall paused, he opened his eyes and found her arched backward into Logan, who had swept her hair back and was kissing her neck. Logan met his eyes briefly and Duncan watched as he set his teeth gently in her shoulder. She let out a soft moan and her muscles clenched around Duncan so hard that he thought he'd lose it right then, and then they were moving again, and Logan's hands met his around Kendall's waist, and every sound was low and breathy and every movement was just right. He was barely able to wait for Kendall's shrill cry before he came with an almost painful intensity.
They lay together in a ragged silence. He felt distant and boneless and euphoric, and it was the best he'd felt in weeks. Maybe months. "God," he muttered.
Kendall smiled, her eyes half-lidded. "Mmm…thank you, boys. That was fun." She slid off him and walked away, and he was so exhausted that he didn’t even have the energy to watch her. He heard the shower start in the next room as he slowly took care of the condom and then lay back down, closing his eyes.
He felt Logan shift on the bed next to him, but he didn't bother looking over. The moment was too good to ruin.
Logan's voice was right on top of him, soft and satisfied. "Don't say I never got you anything," he whispered. Duncan opened his eyes to find Logan looming over him, just a few inches away. Logan winked and then bounded off the bed, heading toward the running shower.