Then Jared and Chris lean above Jensen's back, making wet, slurping sounds as they kiss, all open-mouthed and tongues sliding together, and fuck, but if Jared doesn't start to actually, y'know, fuck, Jensen's going to start without either of them. He's only human, right, and they? Are absolutely going to kill him. He pushes his hips back, impatient, and slides his lips over Chris' cock again, hoping like hell they take the hint. Finally, he feels Jared move, tiny circles that still tease, but at least there's friction going on, and, when Chris grabs the back of his head and starts pushing forward, Jensen forgets everything else. This isn't how Chris normally is in bed – more lazy touches and foreplay that lasts for years – but the uncharacteristic display of ownership and savagery is so goddamn hot that Jensen doesn't mind at all. He's choking on Chris' cock, gagging and moving into each thrust, rocking back into Jared's hips as Jared's cock fills him again and again. Jared's jeans, hurriedly pushed over his hips the second they'd stumbled into the living room, chafe at the back of Jensen's thighs with each thrust, and Chris' wife-beater is still clinging like a second skin to his chest and abs as Jensen angles his head, takes Chris' cock deep in his throat. The only one completely naked is Jensen, which sort of makes him feel like a cheap whore, but then, he is sort of on his hands and knees in the middle of Chris' living room, sandwiched between Chris and Jared while they fill every orifice in his body with cock, so, yeah. Not like he has any room to protest. Or any real desire to. In any case, his mouth is too full for protesting, and he has much better things to do with his tongue, like run it along the head of Chris' cock, slurping and sucking and using every down and dirty trick in the book. Chris tightens work-rough hands in his hair, tugging and pulling, and Jensen takes the hint, tightening his lips and sliding down. Jared growls, a low, sexy-as-fuck sound, and pulls almost all the way out of Jensen's ass before slamming forward again. Jensen whimpers, in pain and pleasure, and tries to move in two directions at once. "Fuck, Chris," Jared moans, and slides a hand along Jensen's sweat-soaked spine, the other easily spanning Jensen's hip as he rocks forward, then back, setting an almost lazy rhythm that's the direct opposite of Chris bruising his throat with each forceful thrust. "Got such a fucking nice whore, wanted to fuck him for you for so long..." And Jared is honestly the very last person that Jensen would have pegged for dirty talk, but it just shows that everyone's different once the clothes start flying, because Jared keeps up a steady stream of commentary for Chris. Does he always grip your cock like this, how do those lips feel wrapped around you, can't wait to suck you off next, want you to fuck me next, want Jen's lips on me while you do... Crazy shit, right, which makes Jensen wonder (in the dim part of his brain that's actually, y'know, working, and not concentrating on other, more important things) just how long Jared and Chris have been circling around this whole thing, and why it'd taken them so long to get to it. Chris finally shuts Jared up by kissing him again, hard and brutal, and Jensen moans in envy and lust as he hears their moans in each meeting of lips and tongues. Jared slides his hand from Jensen's back across his hip, circles his cock, and his hand is so fucking huge that he swallows Jensen from base to tip. Jensen jerks, fingers curling into the carpet as he pushes back on Jared's cock – c'mon fuck me, fill me, move – into Jared's hand, then forward along Chris' cock, lips sliding and sucking in earnest. He wants to come more than he wants to breathe.
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