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What struck Jamie first was the lack of noise. Usually when Richard got fucked it was a performance, his noises another invitation for all to appreciate the beauty of his body.
But now he was near silent, just breathy little moans escaping his parted lips, head thrown back and eyes closed. All biting wit and carefully cultivated facade stripped away, leaving him bare from the centre out. A perfect canvas to showcase the pleasure Jan was wringing from his body.
Jamie was plenty familiar with all the possible ways Jan could look during sex, but this, this was perhaps his favourite, he'd just never watched it applied to someone besides himself. And fuck if he couldn't decide whether it was hotter being the focus of all that intense concentration or watching it applied to someone else.
Richard gasped as Jan rolled his hips just right, trapped between the wall and the laser control. "Please Jan..." His whisper had Jan leaning in, nosing into his neck as he dragged Richard's hips down, slamming into him hard on the next couple of strokes.
Swallowing, Jamie reminded himself to breathe, reaching down to adjust himself against his own pants that were far more constricting than they had been 10 minutes ago. He knew how that hip swivel felt, but he'd never experienced it while hanging supported entirely in Jan's arms. The prospect had him weak-kneed.
"Jamie, where are yo- Oh. Fuck"
Yeah that was Jamie's response too, confronted by this beautiful display of moving wall art.
Roy hovered near his shoulder, his breath hot on Jamie's ear. But the proximity was nothing except comforting in relation to the show in front of him. How could he be expected to focus anywhere else?
Jan's rolling thrusts were methodical and devastating if Richard's face was anything to go by. How long had they been at this? Then thin sheen of sweat on their bodies had Jamie desperate to lick up Jan's spine, cleaning that path as he traced each vertebrae with his tongue.
Arms wrapped around him, pulling Jamie back into Roy’s chest with a thump. He went easily, body loose and ready to be handled as long as he didn’t have to take his eyes off this. Roy grinding against his arse seemed like a distant concern instead of prompting the usually pressing need for more, right here, right now.
Gasps having turned into soft “uh, uh, uh”, Richard looked lost in the moment, totally blind to the audience he performed for. Jan had his face in Richard’s shoulder; if Jamie had to guess, probably leaving what was sure to be a massive bruise. Without a doubt, Jan would take great pleasure in smugly kissing it whenever possible.
Jamie’s own sharp whine was cut off by the hand Roy placed over his mouth, seconds after wrapping his hand around Jamie’s dick.
“Just watch them,” was growled low into his ear. Roy’s hand cupped and pressed, the undulating movement driving Jamie to his toes, needing more.
But he could never disobey a direct order from Roy, not like this. Fighting the instinct of his eyes to close, he watched.
Jan was starting to tire, his thrusts less smooth, arms shaking a bit where they held Richard’s hips. Jamie didn’t know how long they had been at it before he turned up, but it had to have been a while. It was a wonder they were both still holding up.
The pitch of Richard’s whining picked up, a pretty good indicator he was close. He wasn’t even getting any contact on his dick besides the occasional brush against Jan’s abs. Jamiie’s dick throbbed in sympathy, or possibly jealousy. Getting Richard that close, probably going to make him come without any contact - that was going to be an intense orgasm and Jamie wished he could be right in the middle of it.
Red lines appeared on Jan’s shoulders, Jamie’s own skin aching for the marks Richard’s nails left, the sweat dripping off him had to make that sting even more. Jan just huffed at the durn, urged on, burying his face in Richard’s neck where his head was flung back, a silent wail on his lips. The ragged thrust of Jan’s hips thumped them against the wall, sounding disproportionately loud among their gasping.
Jamie couldn’t help the moan that built in him, working its way out of his throat, barely muffled by Roy’s hand. The view, the sounds, the feel of Roy’s other hand massaging Jamie through his pants, it all felt too good to hold in.
The sound must have finally penetrated whatever fog Jan was in, as he turned to watch them, eyes heavy and head still tucked on Richard’s shoulder. His lidded gaze met Jamie’s, never stopping his thrusts into Richard. Jamie felt each thrust, his own dick twitching against Roy’s hand in time with it, gasping into the muffling palm.
Licking desperately around Roy’s fingers, Jamie tried to get more. More contact on his dick, more friction against his arse, more fingers in his mouth. He wanted to be surrounded and filled, floating as far off the ground as Richard was.
The flex of Jan’s arms was hypnotizing, pulling Richard back onto his cock in time to meet his own upward thrust; abs and back rippling under his skin similarly. Jamie’s mind got lost following the taut muscles to Richard’s lean body, arched back and begging for more, mouth open and panting. He was so caught in the repetitive motion it seemed like time stopped when he came, muscles seizing, holding Jan tight even as he tried to thrust through it.
Jamie’s own breath caught, frozen without the guiding rhythm, then Roy brushed over the head of his dick in the same moment he watched Jan’s hips stutter, and Jamie was coming.
Unable to hold his eyes open against the wash of sensation, he missed whatever happened next, ears ringing and obscuring sound too. Jamie’s breath squeezed ragged out of his lungs, the harsh gasps the first things he could hear again, quickly followed by the filth Roy was whispering in his ear as he worked him through the orgasm.
The room seemed overly bright when he cautiously opened his eyes again, starbursts sparking at the edges of his vision before fading as everything came into focus. Jan still had Richard pressed against the wall, but the smaller man was supporting most of his own weight now. Their chests heaved together, suggesting orgasms just as devastating as Jamie’s.
Ignoring the audience, Jan ducked down for a kiss that looked achingly sweet. Jamie was reminded of that point in time when Richard and Jan had figured out their shit, but he and Roy were still dancing around one another; missing he and Jan had shared, but glad for a friend getting what he really wanted.
But the current reality was so much better. He got to have it all.
“Enjoying the show?” Evidently Richard had caught his breath enough to treat them to his usual level of sass.
Jamie's smile was probably a bit loopy when he nodded, though there wasn't a chance for Richard to take the piss.
Roy’s growled “Yes”, was heavy with want. “Would be fucking better if there was more.” He punctuated the demand with Jamie's groan, grinding against his arse.
“I’m sure Jamie would be have to help you,” Jan sounded far too fucking smug, but Jamie couldn't exactly argue with it when he was already nodding.
Another growl from Roy and Jamie was spinning, maneuvered around and guided to his knees. His hands tangled with Roy's where all four worked to get rid of trousers and pants.
Roy's hand caught in his hair before Jamie could do more than nuzzle against his dick; the pressure forcing him to meet the playful glint in Roy’s gaze. His smirk was challenging. “Better give them a good show Tartt, show them how it's done.”