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Beeping from the seatbelt-on sign has you blinking awake with a yawn. You lift your head off your friend's shoulder with a blush. Not realizing that you had leaned on him while you slept.
“Sorry, Chance.” You said sheepishly.
“It's no problem.” He gave you a soft smile.
“You can just wake me up if I do that again.”
“You seemed like you were in a pretty deep sleep, I didn’t want to wake you.” The smile on his lips then turned to a mischievous smirk. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
Red fully bloomed on your cheeks, your mind raced at what possible things you could have said. Snickering from your other side had you narrowing your eyes.
“What's so funny?” You nudged the partner on your other side in the ribs.
“Hey!” He rubbed where you hit him. “He’s right though. You do talk in your sleep. And you snore!” He let out high pitched giggles at your expense.
“Ugh, you guys are the worst.” You let out a frustrated huff, crossing your arms with a pout.
“So you’re not even gonna ask us what you said?” Chance raised a brow at you with a smirk.
“Nope. Not interested.” You pointed your face in the air, attempting to ignore them. But their snickers had you deflating immediately.
“You sure?” Parker asked in a sing-song voice.
“Ugh.” You slumped in your seat again. “Fine, what did I say?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Couldn’t catch it.” That damn smirk was still on Chance’s face.
“Ugh! You guys are ridiculous!”
“You don’t help yourself when you always give us those reactions!” Parker chuckled while poking you in the side.
“Oh, I’ll get back at you. Then you’ll see, you’ll see…” You rubbed your hands together in an attempt to look menacing.
“You kinda look like a fly right now! An evil little fly” Parker mimicked your motions while giggling.
“You’re not so good-lookin’ yerself, considering you’re like…” You realized you didn’t have much of a good response. “Um, a goat! Yeah, a goat, with that skinny neck of yours and your bleating laugh!” You jabbed back, the beginnings of a smile threatening to reach your lips.
Ah, the all-in-good-fun mean spirited banter. Something you wouldn’t give up for the world with your friends. Your playful cruelty played a major role in your friendship. Thankfully, it was never taken too far.
“Alright, alright kids, why don’t we calm down.” Chance waved you down, eyeballing the disgruntled look from the person in front of him.
“Do you need us to describe your features too?” You waggled your brows at him, Parker peeking up behind you with a smirk.
“Of course not. I already know I have fantastic good looks.” He gave you a wink and dazzling smile.
Leaning back to Parker, you spoke just under your breath.
“I don’t know… seems kinda like a frog maybe?”
“Hmmm. Or a toad!” Parker narrowed his eyes at Chance. “Or a weird nerdy-looking bird.”
“Ooh I like that one.” You giggled.
“A bird, goat, and fly walk into a bar. It’s got a nice ring to it!” Parker nudged you lightly.
“You two and your cruelty. I prefer to take the high road!” Chance laid a hand on his chest demonstrating his poise.
You and Parker shared a look, then snickered.
“Don’t believe me?” He tapped his chin, studying you and Parker. “Let’s see…” He spoke your name warmly, making you feel butterflies. “I’d say you are quite the spitfire, cunning, and as pretty as a vixen. So my dear, you are none other than a fox in my eyes.” His eyes glimmered as he spoke of you.
You felt like you couldn’t say anything, mouth agape and cheeks red at the unique compliment.
“And my dearest, rainbow haired friend.” He motioned to Parker. “You would be more akin to a bird than I. A bird of paradise that is. One that must use their wit and charm with a playfulness not seen in many. Demonstrating that you are the greatest through your unique abilities.” He gestured dramatically toward the man he was speaking about.
Parker was equally as dazzled as yourself.
You supposed it should be expected from your friend. The improv aficionado he was always leaving you and Parker floundering. It was as if with a snap of his fingers he could form a finishing-move sentence that you couldn’t do anything to counter. Annoying, yet impressive.
Looking back at Parker, you sighed in defeat. He nodded solemnly, understanding your current position in this impromptu battle of wits.
“I take your silence as acknowledging my excellence?” Chance leaned towards you, gloating.
“Sure, whatever. Take your trophy and leave.” You turned away from him, a smile playing on your lips.
“Ah, I love it when you accept defeat.” Chance wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, jostling you against him.
“Just you wait, I’ll get back at you.” You poked him in the side, hoping he would release you. Instead he just pulled you in further, trapping you against him.
As much as you would hate to admit it, it felt nice to be wrapped up with him. Even if he was squeezing the air out of you.
“Chance!” You squeaked out, then sighed when he finally let go.
There was a brief disappointment at the lack of physical contact, but you shook it off. Best not to linger on that “what if”, especially because you felt equally for the other friend beside you.
You, Parker, and Chance had been best friends since high school. Three nerds looking for camaraderie that happened to find each other in the sad excuse of a G&G club during your freshman year. It was run by the most stereotypical nice-guy type that was a senior. Which was very unfortunate for yourself. Sure, you knew that those types of people were in these kinds of spheres, but you hoped that a school in a more progressive area would be different. Alas, it was not.
However, you were able to gain solace in the two that stood up for you. Chance who was extremely passionate about getting anyone and everyone to enjoy G&G and Parker who was pissed that the club president wasn’t following the school rules of including everyone in the organization.
You three found it wasn’t worth it to try and fight the group, so you created your own. A significantly more inclusive club that invited all to play. It wasn’t just exclusive to G&G either. Parker being the boardgame nut that he was had you constantly trying out new games, or you supposed really old games that were new to you. He had quite the fondness for Parcheesi. Well, he had a fondness for most games. Especially their rules.
Since you three had banded together from the start of your collective high school journey, you stuck together. Living through the typical teenage dramas and woes of the awkward years. There was one thing that the three of you had managed to side-step for over a decade of friendship: The fact that the three of you were extremely, deeply in love with each other.
For you it started small. A little crush on your two friends, just chalked up to your ever changing hormones. Surely it would fade away with time, right? Wrong. It got worse and worse, or better depending on how you looked at it.
Every compliment Chance threw your way, sticking in your heart like a thorn. His “perfects” were never ending, always said with a sparkle of admiration in his eyes. His constant hugs, so warm and comforting. Purely platonic, of course.
Then there was Parker, always cheering you up when you were down. Coming up to you with a cheesy joke that would get you to crack a smile. Inviting you to play games with him whenever you seemed bored, always wanting to spend time with you. Purely platonic, of course.
For Chance it started immediately. C’mon you were extremely cute, and liked G&G. It was like the heavens had granted him a gift. You allowing him into your life was a cherry on top of the dessert that was you. Then there were your deep late night chats, always mentioning how you always saw him in your future. The way you would grab his hand and drag him around to wherever you wanted. The feel of your touch leaving a blush on his cheeks. Though he knew it was purely platonic, of course.
His crush on Parker started similarly. He never really thought about his sexuality. Then he met someone as equally enthused about games as he was, just like with you, it was very attractive. Plus Parker’s alternative style had made Chance… feel things. It didn’t help that Parker appeared to enjoy his style too, always tossing a compliment when Parker saw him. That adorable dopey smile on his face. Purely platonic, of course.
For Parker, it started slowly. At first he was just happy that he had friends. Then, oh but then, you actually listened to him. He could ramble about anything and everything, and whenever he turned to you, you would smile and nod, maybe adding your own input as well. The simple act of you listening had his heart soaring. There was also the way you would touch him. Tight hugs when saying goodbye, and the way you would play with his hair as he laid in your lap while rambling. Purely platonic, of course.
And Chance, oh Chance. Parker appreciated his unabashed enthusiasm. Something they both shared. When Chance had confided in Parker about how it was him that actually gave him the confidence to be himself, well that had him swooning harder than ever. Then Chance would always find time for him. No matter what was going on in his day, he knew Chance would be there. Purely platonic, of course.
Now, the three of you were sandwiched on a plane heading to Las Vegas. Sin City itself, full of rules, games, and released inhibitions.
You couldn’t recall whose idea it was at first. It was likely collective. When you started planning it began with Chance excitedly talking about how he had learned how to play craps with one of his uncles. A quote “right of passage” since he could legally gamble. The conversation then moved to Parker excitedly talking about the rules and regulations around various card games. He specifically appreciated the rules surrounding black jack. When the conversation circled to you, you didn’t have much input. You had found you weren’t particularly the best at card games. When you had been dragged to the local casino for your birthday, you found yourself enjoying the penny slots the most. Well, Vegas had plenty of those.
As the plane began its descent, Parker invited you to look out the window. He oohed and awed at the desert landscape with a backdrop of mountains. Plunked right in the middle was a bustling city. It was certainly a unique sight.
“Oooh, I’m so excited!” He smiled brightly at you.
Parker hadn’t traveled much, so he was pumped to be traveling with his two best friends for his first major trip as an adult.
“I’m so ready to be off this stuffy plane.” You sighed as you peered over Parker’s shoulder.
You placed your head on the crook of his shoulder. Your breath tickled his neck as he shivered at the physical contact. Eyeing you to the side, Parker gulped. God, you looked so good. As you gazed out the window, you didn’t notice the man watching you. His heart rate picked up at your proximity. If only you saw him as more…
You turned back to Chance who was scrolling on his phone, his face in concentration mode. Brows furrowed as he sucked his tongue into his cheek. Like with Parker, you leaned your head in the crook of his shoulder. Watching whatever he was doing on his phone. Looked like he was viewing your itinerary for the day. Ever the planner, Chance wanted to make sure your trip was both fun and efficient. You had managed to convince him not to plan out every detail, but it did take some arm pulling from you.
“Enjoying yourself?” Chance asked.
“Mmhmm. I love seeing how you’ve already booked us an Uber to the hotel. So sexy.” You teased with a kiss to his cheek.
His face immediately bloomed red, making you giggle. It was so easy to fluster him.
While you thought it was just Chance’s awkwardness that led to the reaction, it was really his response to your flirting. It was in your nature to tease your boys, you just hadn’t realized how much it actually affected them. Finding that they often turned red, made you assume it was just embarrassment. There was truth behind your flirting, but you managed to mask it as you having fun. Sprinkling in your feelings with plausible deniability. Perfect.
After the plane landed, you all picked up your luggage and headed out to the parking lot for ride-shares. Chance pointed out a car that would be your ride to your hotel. Inside sat a cheery old woman.
“Are you Amanda?” Chance asked, glancing at his phone then the car’s license plate.
“Sure am! Chance?” She asked as she looked at her own phone.
“Yup, that’s us. Mind popping the trunk?”
You piled your bags in the back, and got in the car. Chance taking the front while you and Parker took over the backseat. All of you were buzzing as Amanda pulled out of the parking garage. On the radio oldies played quietly. Amanda decided to fill the awkward silence with small talk.
“So what brings you to Vegas?” She asked with a chipper smile.
“Uh, vacation?” Chance rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He was never good with this sort of thing.
“Gambling, drinking, getting hookers, you know the deal.” You dropped in a joke.
When Amanda chuckled at your attempt at humor you let out a sigh. Thankfully not a tough crowd. You could work with this for your ride.
“So you two a couple?” She eyed you and Parker in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
“Oh no! Just friends.” You plastered a smile on your face.
“Right, just friends.” Parker echoed, a twinge of disappointment laced in his voice.
“Are you dating them?” The lady asked Chance.
Chance grew red in the face, feeling sweaty all the sudden.
“Me? No, no. Also just friends. We’re all just friends.” He cleared his throat, feeling parched.
“I see…” The woman eyed you all suspiciously.
“Anyways…” You trailed, looking around the car for a conversation switch. Hanging from the mirror you spotted an interesting air freshener. “How bout them Raiders?” You pumped your fist across your chest.
That seemed to have done it. Your driver going on a tirade about her local NFL team, and how disappointing they had been this last season. All of you nodded along. The only one of you in the car that had a modicum of understanding was Parker, and that was solely because of his hyperfixation on rules. Parker was shuffling in his seat, begging to blurt out something as Amanda was going off about how terrible the referees have been.
“Oh, they’ve been making horrible calls!” Parker blurted.
“Exactly!” Amanda clicked her tongue. “You, young man, are smart.”
“Why, thank you!” He beamed at the compliment, proud his favorite thing managed to score him some social points.
After about twenty minutes you arrived at the hotel. Amanda dropped you off at the entrance. You grabbed your bags and followed Chance inside. He marched up to the concierge desk, phone at the ready with the information he needed.
As you entered the lobby, you and Parker gazed around the place. It was quite fancy. A place that you and your friends had paid a pretty penny for, but when in Vegas , right? Large columns stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Said floor was intricately tiled in black and white. Everything in the space felt very clean.
Chance walked up to you and Parker, room keys in hand. You plucked yours from his hand, suddenly buzzing with excitement. Finally, you were on a real vacation with your friends! Something the three of you had been dreaming about doing for a while. Now you were starting your short adventure in Las Vegas.
“The lady said that those elevators are to the hotel rooms and those,” He pointed to the right, “are to the casino and restaurants.”
“Alrighty!” Parker exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. “Let’s get up, then get our gaming on!”
“Actually,” Chance stopped him, “we agreed we would check out the strip first, and get dinner.” Parker slightly deflated, then perked back up.
“No worries, we’re in Vegas, after all! There’s plenty to do 24/7!”
Both you and Chance gave each other a look and a shrug. Your friend somehow always found a silver lining, even if things didn’t go his way. Immediately switching over to positivity rather than wallowing in the negative. A somewhat harmful sentiment, but Parker was Parker.
The three of you made your way up to the room, watching as the elevator numbers climbed higher and higher in the building.
“Wow, we’re pretty high up.” You noted.
“Yeah, I thought we could get a better view of the strip that way.” Chance added.
When you arrived on your floor, you headed down the hall to your room. Chance pulled out his room key, opening the door to your home for the next few days. Inside was a fairly typical hotel set up. Two queen beds, a desk, and a couch. You walked up to the large window and pulled open the curtains. Both you and Parker let out an “oooh” as you looked around. Chance was right, you got a great view of the strip from here. Though you could do without the Sphere.
Looking behind, you saw Chance scrolling through his phone again. You walked up to him, pushing his phone down and leaning in toward him.
“Chance…” You said in a sing-song voice.
“Yes?” He looked at your hand covering his phone screen.
“Why don’t you stop fretting over the itinerary, and take a look outside with us?” You motioned to the window.
“I just want to make sure we’re not late to our reservation.” He whined.
“Chance, what time is the reservation?”
“Six…” He knew where this was going.
“And what time is it right now?” You nodded to the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Two-thirty…” He trailed, caught up once more in his planning. “I get it.”
He followed you to the window, relaxing his shoulders as he took in the view.
After a moment, you turned back to look at the beds. You hadn’t discussed sleeping arrangements yet. It would probably come down to a game. However, you could try your luck.
“So, what’s the plan for beds?” You asked the boys.
“I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” Chance rubbed his neck sheepishly.
“Chance, not planning? That’s a bit unheard of.” You walked over to one of the beds and plopped down. “Well, I’ll claim this one and you two can take the other.” You gave them a sweet grin.
“Excuse me?” Parker chimed in, hands on his hips.
“What? I think it’s the best way. You two have shared a bed before.” You pointed between the two of them.
“Exactly. I know what he’s like in bed.” Chance huffed, crossing his arms. “He’s all elbows and knees.”
“You don’t get to complain, you big cuddler!” Parker jabbed. “I can’t get a wink in without you suffocating me!”
The small spat was entertaining to you. You couldn’t recall them ever being this passionate about sleeping arrangements before.
Little did you know, this was something the two had planned out before the trip. Both Parker and Chance had confided in each other their crushes on you. Deciding not to fight over you, but see if you would be willing to share. For this trip, they really wanted to have an excuse to cozy up to you. They decided to come up with a fake argument to have you compromise with them. Their plan seemed to work.
“Okay, okay. I’ll sleep with one of you guys and deal with the elbows or cuddles.” You rolled your eyes at their dramatics.
Both Chance and Parker held in their cheers, instead sharing a knowing look.
“How do you want to do this? Rock, paper, scissors?” Your question made Parker light up.
“That sounds perfect!”
Again, as part of their plan, the goal was to lose. In order to make sure you didn’t get suspicious of their antics.
The men joined together with their hands at the ready. You hopped up to watch over the game. You grabbed their shoulders, putting on your best game-face on.
“Alright boys, I want this clean and fair. No funny business, got it?” You raised your brow at them.
“Got it!” They said in unison.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You shouted as they landed their first round.
Chance managed to win. He pretended to enjoy it, but really put his game on.
The second round had Parker winning.
“It’s a close match. After this round, winner takes all. By all, I mean the bed.” You looked between the two. “You ready.”
Licking his lips, Chance nodded. Buzzing as he prepared his fist to play.
The final round began, Parker was the winner. Though that meant that Chance was the actual winner. Parker did his best to hide his disappointment.
“Guess I’m with the cuddlebug tonight.” You gave Chance a sweet smile that had his heart fluttering. “Tomorrow’s your night though.” You pointed at Parker. The man visibly lit up at the idea, which had you raising a confused brow. Quickly he composed himself with a nonchalant shrug.
“You cuddle me too much, I will kick you in my sleep. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” You narrowed your eyes at Chance who raised his hands in defense.
“I will do my best to appease your bedroom comforts.” He chuckled.
“Ugh, don’t say it like that.” You winced at his cringey sentence.
“Why not?”
“I dunno, sounds like you’re planning on fucking me.” You chided them.
Chance and Parker shared a knowing look.
“What? No? Us? No?” Parker attempted to continue, but it was very awkward.
“Riiiight.” You gave Parker a confused look, then turned your attention back to Chance.
“Anyways… We should check out the strip!” You didn’t notice the two of them let out a sigh of relief at the subject change.
“Sounds good!” Chance beamed at you.
When you exited the hotel, you were hit with a shock of hot dry air. As your eyes adjusted to the bright afternoon sunlight, you looked over the bustling crowd of tourists making their way along the strip. Grabbing both Chance and Parker’s hands you dragged them along with you. A bright smile on your face as you looked at all of the kitschy sights around you.
Before you could move further your friends were stopped by a man passing out cards. The two took the cards handed to them with confused looks. When looking at the card, Parker’s face turned bright red. Chance’s face turned a similar shade of crimson.
“Uh, oh gosh! I don’t think I’m supposed to have this!” Parker exclaimed, flapping the card around. Unsure of what to do with it.
Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand for him to hand you the card. On it were two naked women with the names “Amelia & Roxie” in cursive text. You let out a cackle.
“Oh Parker, you sweet, naive thing.” You pat him on the shoulder. “These are escort cards. Prostitution is legal in Nevada.”
You looked at Chance who was equally as mortified. Again, you laughed. Offering your hand, you took his card as well.
“Did none of you know about this? It’s not called Sin City for no reason, though prostitution is technically illegal within Vegas…”
“Of course I didn’t know! Do I look like the kind of guy who would hire a prostitute?” Parker asked you incredulously.
“Do you want the real answer, or for me to be nice?” You teased.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that.” He shoved a finger in your face.
“I’d prefer not to pay for an escort for you.” You bit your lip with a smile, enjoying how flustered you were making the man.
“Aghh! Chance, they’re bullying me! Make them stop!” He pleaded with the other man.
Chance raised his hands up, backing away from the two of you.
“I’m staying out of this one. You should kiss and makeup, or something.” He nonchalantly coughed.
“Haha! Chance just doesn’t want me to fuck with him too!” Your sights had switched to your big nerd.
“Whaaat? No? Please don’t?” His cheeks grew ruddy.
“Oh c’mon, you don’t want me to call…” you looked at the card that Chance had received, “Moxie?”
Chance plucked the card out of your hand and dropped it into the nearest trash. Wiping his hands, he let out a satisfied huff.
“Awww, you’re no fun.” You pouted.
Parker flicked at your bottom lip.
“Poor thing. Can’t embarrass us anymore!”
You grumbled and waved him off, opting to join Chance as he continued to wander down the strip.
The three of you continued walking, occasionally pointing to various eye-catching things. Parker chimed in with anticapitalist rhetoric on overconsumption.
“How many restaurants does Gordon Ramsey need until he’s satisfied?” He asked as you passed by another one of the chef’s businesses.
“I for one will gladly enjoy our culinary overlord’s menu options.” You joked. “Also, for someone making so much commentary on the consumer culture here, you seem pretty gungho to play card games.” You nudged Parker in the ribs.
He shrugged his shoulders with a smug smile.
“Well I know that I can easily dupe the system.”
“Is that so? Please elaborate, oh wise one.”
“I will, since you asked so nicely.” He booped you on the nose. “You see, I can still follow all the rules of the casino, and still make it out like a bandit.”
“You’re still giving the place money.” You gave him an unimpressed look.
“But I’ll be leaving with more!”
“You seem overconfident.” You booped him on the nose this time.
“As they say, confidence is key. And I have a lot!” He pressed his fist to his chest.
“Okaaaay… if you say so.”
The rest of the evening flew by. Chance treated you and Parker to a fancy dinner that he had reserved. Parker had you stop by a weed dispensary, making some personal purchases for himself. He offered to share with you later.
When you returned to the room, you decided to get ready for bed. Entering the bathroom you let out an enthused noise. Both Chance and Parker popped their heads in to see what the hubbub was about.
“Guys! Look at how big that tub is!” You pointed at the object, bouncing with excitement. “It could totally fit all of us!” You grabbed both of their hands and pulled them in with you.
You hopped in the empty tub, patting beside you. Shrugging his shoulders, Parker hopped in next to you. Chance decided to join as well, sandwiching you between them. Wiggling around you let out a giggle.
“See, I told you we would all fit!” You nudged the both of them.
“Are you wanting to take a bath with us?” Chance asked.
He couldn’t deny, he certainly liked the idea. He definitely wouldn’t mind entertaining it. You and Parker, naked and soaking in the tub with him. Humming to himself, he pictured how you would lean against his chest, skin to skin. Relaxing together in the warm water. It would be very nice.
“I don’t think I’d mind it. It’d probably be pretty fun.” You smiled at the thought.
You stood up in the tub and got out.
“Now, I need to get ready, so out with you.” You motioned for them to exit the bathroom to allow you to finish up.
When you exited the bathroom, you found Parker and Chance already in bed. Both had changed into their respective pjs. Which included them being shirtless. No big deal, you had seen them shirtless plenty of times. However, you had never slept in the same bed as them in that state of undress. It wasn’t a problem. In fact you liked seeing them in this state, but they didn’t need to know that.
You hadn’t realized you had been staring at them till Chance looked up at you with a confused look.
“Everything good?”
“Uh yeah! Sorry, kinda phased out there for a moment.” You waved him off, hopping into the bed beside him.
The two had put on some old sci-fi movie on the television for background noise. Parker was scrolling on his phone while Chance had cracked open a fantasy novel. All of you fell into a comfortable silence as you felt yourself begin to drift. You attempted to watch whatever was on the tv but kept slowly blinking your eyes closed.
Chance noticed your attempts to stay up with a smile. Placing a warm hand on your face, he rubbed your cheek with his thumb lovingly.
“You don’t have to try and stay up, you know.” He said softly.
“Mmmm, but I don’t wanna miss out on anything.” You leaned into his touch.
“Go to bed, we’ll be here in the morning.” He said your name softly before leaning in to give you a kiss on the forehead. You melted into the affectionate action.
In the other bed, Parker held in a scoff. Feeling the prickles of jealousy on his skin.
Soon enough, you were fast asleep. Little snores escaping you as you dreamed deeply. Chance found it adorable, and soon found himself drifting as well. As he closed his eyes, his warm arms encircled you, pulling you to his chest softly. In your sleep you snuggled up against the man, wrapping your leg around his thigh.
~.~
“Ah! Chance!” You felt a hot pair of lips press against your neck, making you shiver.
His large warm body was holding you from behind. His hand playing with you under your waistband. Thick fingers sliding through your soaked folds and circling around your clit. You squirmed in his arms, making him pull you tighter against him. The fingers toying with you moving harsher, making you cry out as sparks of pleasure shot through your body.
“You close?” He huffed a hot breath against your neck.
Behind you he ground his clothed cock against your ass, letting out a low groan. Fuck, he felt big. You could already picture yourself being spread deliciously around his thick cock. It had you moaning as one of his fingers plunged into your wet heat.
“Mmmph! Oh!”
Peeking your eyes open, you realized another body had joined you. Parker was now pressed against your front. His long fingers playing with your nipples as his nose pressed up to yours. Naturally, you pressed your lips against his. He groaned into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to move against yours. Over your shoulder, Chance watched with hungry eyes. His hips pressing harder against you.
“Gosh, you taste so good.” Parker breathed out as you pulled away.
“Want a different taste?” Chance asked lowly.
He pulled his fingers from your sex, making you whine at the loss of contact. Parker opened his mouth for Chance’s fingers. Eyes rolling back as he tasted your slick with a moan.
“Oh wow, you just taste good everywhere…” Parker pressed his lips back to yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
From behind, you felt Chance sliding your sleep shorts down. His own boxers followed, making his hot cock flop out against your ass. Oh he really was thick. He lifted your leg, sliding his cock between your thighs up against your pussy lips. He groaned at the feeling of your slick heat against him. Chance began to slide back and forth, the head of his cock catching on your clit.
You gasped against Parker’s lips as Chance fucked between your thighs. Then you moaned as you felt Chance press against your entrance. The blunt head of his cock pushing past that first ring of resistance easily with how soaked you are. You cried out at the feeling, your pussy pulsating around his length.
“Fuck, so tight.” Chance groaned.
He pressed further into you, the tip smushing against your gummy sweet spot. It had you keening, pressing your chest against Parkers.
“They’re such a mess.” Parker said in awe. “You haven’t even fucked them yet.” He pressed another kiss to your lips.
Chance lifted up your thigh, giving Parker a good look at your drooling pussy wrapped around his thick length. The sight had Parker shivering. His hand trailed down to your sex, joining Chance to please you.
The two whispering sweet nothings and dirty words as Chance began to pummel into you. Hips snapping, forcing his cock to press against your sensitive walls over and over again.
“Chance!” You whimpered into his chest. The man watched you with wide eyes. Thighs wrapped his own as you dragged your clothed sex over the muscle.
He woke up a few minutes ago to you calling his name. Humping his leg while you slept and dreamt.
Through your sleep shorts you were soaked. Your wet heat spreading against his thigh as you continued to fuck yourself against it. Little whimpers and moans escaped you as your body chased after the pleasure.
Chance didn’t know what to do. Sure, this was really hot. So fucking hot. However, you were asleep. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to you using his body like this.
With how loud you were being, Parker stirred awake. Hearing movement from behind, Chance glanced over his shoulder. Catching the worried look in his friend’s eyes, Parker shuffled out of the bed. While trying to move himself to not wake you, Chance inadvertently pressed his thigh harder against you. You sobbed out a moan, your movements growing fast and sloppy against him.
Parker walked over, eyes widening as he saw the scene laid before him. Moving his hands up and down, he looked to reach for you or Chance, but just let them drop in exacerbation. He was just as lost as Chance.
“How long have they been doing this?” Parker whispered to Chance.
“I don’t know, I only woke up like five minutes ago. So at least that long.” He whispered back, careful not to wake you. “What am I supposed to do?” He asked Parker.
“Wake them up?” Parker suggested with a questioning shrug.
“I don’t know if I should…” He watched as you continued to press against him.
At this point your whines and moans were constantly tumbling out of your mouth. You were soaking his thigh with your slick.
“I think they’re pretty close…” He let out a soft grunt.
Fuck, he was really fucking hard. Your body would occasionally rub against his straining length, making him shiver.
“Are you just going to let them finish?” Parker asked, worry laced in his voice.
Looking at you, he had to admit, this was really hot. However, he was in the same boat as Chance when it came to the ethics of the situation. Sure, you were clearly enjoying yourself. However, you were asleep. Completely unaware of what was going on outside of whatever dream you were having. Likely a very sexy dream… Wait, no, he needed to stop thinking about that.
“I feel like it’s the nicer thing to do?” Chance responded to Parker.
His jaw was tight as he did his best not to moan in response to your movements. It might be bad, but he was enjoying this quite a lot. If only he could know what you were dreaming about. His question was quickly answered.
“Mmmph, Chance!” You cried out, body shivering. “Ah, yes!”
Locking eyes with Parker, Chance felt his face burning. HIM, you were thinking of HIM? It was decided, he would let you finish what you started.
As he continued to watch you grinding against Chance, Parker felt that prickle of jealousy return. He wondered if it would be different if you had fallen asleep with him instead. Would you use him like you were using Chance, and would he let you? That was an easy answer, of course he would. Both men wanted you desperately, your current unconscious behavior was a wild dream come true.
In your belly you could feel a familiar heat building up. Each grind of your clit against Chance’s thigh making it burn hotter and hotter. So close to reaching the peak.
With a whimper, you cried out. “Parker! D-don’t stop!”
Both men’s eyes widened again. Chance looked up at Parker who was now very red in the face. You wanted BOTH of them? At the same time? Oh, this was just getting better and better.
Now they really wanted to know what was going on behind your tightly shut eyes.
Your sopping cunt had soaked Chance’s thigh. Each grind of your pelvis had you pressing against Chance’s hard cock. He hissed a particularly harsh thrust, doing his best not to thrust back against you. It was one thing for you to ride his thigh when you didn’t know you were doing it, it was another for him to actively participate with someone unconscious.
So close, your peak was just on the precipice.
Chance’s hard cock pummeled deep inside you. Each thrust makes you hiccup sobs. Parker’s fingers circled your clit, shooting pleasure through you. Both men bring you pure ecstasy. The two encourage you to cum around Chance, knowing he would fill you up so well when you did. A final flick and deep thrust had you coming undone with a cry.
You let out the lewdest moan as your body froze against Chance. Thighs shaking as they clenched around his. Chance let out a low groan as he felt you release on his thigh with a whimper. As you came down from your high, your hips softly ground against him.
Chance and Parker looked at each other wide eyed. Faces red at what they had just witnessed. Both extremely hard, and unsure of how to handle that.
In Chance’s arms, you began to stir. Making the men’s eyes widen even more. What the fuck were they supposed to do now? You just squirted on Chance’s thigh. Your moans practically a confession that you wanted them.
With a content hum, you blinked awake. Finding yourself in Chance’s arms you snuggled into his chest. Against his skin you could feel his heartbeat racing. That’s odd… Looking up, you saw Chance and Parker staring at you. They looked horrified.
Realization slammed into you like a train. Between your legs you felt Chance’s thigh. Your sleep shorts were completely soaked.
Oh Fuck.