You Guys

Title: You Guys
Pairing: Jason/Josh/Orli
Author: Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
Rating: NC17
Archive: List archive, my website (www.dreamreaver.com/showcase)
Summary: Smut. Pretty much. Josh wants to watch Orli and Jason go at it like bunnies.
Disclaimer: 100% guaranteed untruths and lies. My, and the language! Boys.... you should wash your mouths out.. Heheh.


YOU GUYS


It starts with a simple observation. Josh turning to Orli and saying, "you ever notice way way Jason moves?"

"Huh? What?"

"Like a fuckin' puma or something. Like he's really tense, but it's all hidden."

"What are you talking about, Josh?" Orli's occupied, his hand curled around Josh's backside, fingers caught between tight cheeks. They're sat on the hood of Josh's car, watching the distant figures at the other side of the airfield. Josh squirms, licking his lips.

"Jason. You never considered it?"

"Considered what? Orlando leans his whole body into Josh's, spreads his fingers wide and slides his tongue across Josh's neck.

"Fucking with him."

"I like fucking with you."

"You *love* it."

Orli bites softly, smiling at the hiss Josh gives. "You've obviously considered it."

"Yeah, sure. But for you. Not me. I think I'd prefer just to sit back and watch."

Orli pulls his hand free from Josh's shorts, and squints towards where his lover is looking. "What makes you think he'd even let me?"

"Nothing. But if you want to do it, I'll ask him. Tonight."

"Yeah, right. 'Excuse me, Jason. Would you mind terribly fucking my boyfriend?'" Orlando rolls his eyes, trying to ignore that he was getting harder just at the thought.

"Why not? He might appreciate the direct approach."

"Or tell you to go fuck yourself. Save your breath, Josh."

"Huh-uh. I'm asking him. Besides. 's h's his fault."

"What is?"

"Being British."

Orli just stares. "What's being British got to do with anything?"

"You're all so fucking sexy. It's like an inbuilt thing with you guys."

"Are you feeling okay, Josh?"

"I'll feel better by tonight."

"Whatever. You think we should get back over there?" Orli wipes his hand on the hood of the car, a smirk playing across his lips.

Josh studies him for a moment, slides down until his boots hit the tarmac. "Probably."

=/=

Orli's at the cooler, reaching in for two more beers. Something just suddenly feels.. off. He turns to look for Josh, sees him with Jason. And Jason's looking right at Orli. Smiling. Nodding, even. Orli almost loses his grip on the bottles he's holding. Josh grins across the roo him him, beckons him over.

Fuck, no. He stays right where he is. So they come to him. Josh was right about the puma thing, Orli thinks. Jason's got the easy grace of a huge cat, and Orli's definitely the one being stalked.

"Ready to quit this party for another?" Josh asks, pulling one of the wet bottles from Orli's fingers. Jason says nothing, just stands there. All tense muscle and sweat and raw sex.

Orli tries to reply but the words stick in his throat, so he ends up just being taken by the arm and pulled away from the gathering and towards Josh's car.

=/=

Orli watches the buildings go by. He remembers thinking how different it all looked when he first got here. Now he's used to it, they're just a bunch of meaningless grey blocks. Or maybe that's because he's not quite sure he's awake at this moment. Jason's just across the seat from him, Orli can feel his warmth from here. He looks prettlaxelaxed. But powerful at the same time. Orli's starting to think this was a really bad idea. Even though it wasn't his idea, it's still a bad one.

"Alright?"

Orli actually jumps when Jason speaks. Josh glances at them in the rearview, then his eyes are back on the road.

"You really need to relax."

Orli shrugs and looks out of the window again. He hears the upholstery creak as Jason moves, immediately feels a warm pressure on his thigh. He looks down and -fuck- Jason's unzipping his jeans. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to make you relax.joy joy it."

Orli's eyes roll back in his head when Jason slides a hot hand into his jeans, pulls his cock free. The hand's replaced by a mouth, and Orli catches sight of Josh's reflection smirking at him before everything starts to burn and blur. All he can think is how different Jason feels, tongue tracing a vein, sliding wetly over the head, around and down. Slow, and easy, Jason's hands pressing down on Orli's thighs to stop him thrusting too much. Orli doesn't knowt tot to do with his hands, so he clutches Jason's scalp, probably a bit too hard. The other hand flails wildly for something to hold onto. He finally catches the headrest of his seat, his body arching, heart beating to a demented rhythm. The car stops, bathed in red from a set of traffic lights. Orli hears his own breathy moans, Jason sucking and saying 'mmm', and somewhere beyond the backseat, Josh panting heavily. Amber. Green.

Orli watches Jason's head, loosens his grip just a bit when he sees how tight he's holding on. Sees Jason lift up, sees that fucking talented mouth slide down around his cock again. "Jesus.. Fuckin'.."

With a hoarse groan, Orli comes down Jason's throat, watches him swallowing and sucking, lapping up every last drop. Jason looks up at him and smiles, and Orli moans. His cock starts to pulse again as Jason tucks him away, pulls his zipper back up. Orli bites his lip as Jason pats his crotch and says, "Save that for later, sweetheart."

=/=

Josh opens Orli's door for him, leans in before Orli can get out. "Didn't I tell you? I said he'd be fucking hot, didn't I?"

"Are you coming in?" Jason's right *there*, beside Josh.

Orli nods weakly and gets out of the car. Josh locks it up behind them, stands aside while Jason puts his arm around Orli.

"Will you stop grinning like a fucking idiot?" Orli mutters at Josh. Feels guilty immediately when Josh frowns. Nobody says a word after that. Not till Jason's unlocking the door to Josh's room. It's then that Orli pulls Josh to him, slides his mouth over parted lips. He's aware of Jason's arm pulling him gently into the room, but he doesn't let up kissing Josh.

Somebody closes the door, and Orli's yanking Josh's shirt loose, pulling at his zipper with the other hand. Jason seems content to watch the two of them for the moment, just whispers encouragement into Orli's ear.

It's Josh who pushes Orli away. "It's okay, I get it. You're sorry for what you said." He smiles, moves back in for a moment to nip affectionately at Orli's lips. "Forget about it."

Orli's about to protest, but Josh backs off, keeps backing up till he collides with the bed. There, he sits, not taking his eyes off Orli and Jason.

"What do you want me to do?" Jason asks. Orli's about to answer till he realizes Jason wasn't speaking to him.

"Fuck him," Josh replies. Grins at the needy look on Orli's face. "Fuck him into next week."

"Gladly," Jason says. Orli's knees weaken, threaten to collapse.

"This is so fucking.. screwed up."

Jason shoves Orli towards the bed. Josh obligingly scoots out of the way. "I hope that's not a complaint, Orlando."

Orli feels strangely like a feather as he falls back onto cool cotton sheets. Detached, floating. Only that's Josh's lap that his head's resting in, and those are Josh's hands sliding into his shirt. Josh's fingers pinching his nipples into stiff little points.

Jason taking Orli's shoes off him, socks, crawling along his body - fucking *crawling* - to unzip his jeans again.

Josh's spine curls as he bends down, presses his mouth to Orli's. He sucks in the gasp when Jason gives Orli's cock a swipe with his tongue, pushes his hands beneath his lover's hips so Jason's tongue can go further, deeper.
Josh looks up, Orli's mouth slipping across his chin, watches Jason's head dip and turn between Orli's thighs. His jeans feel two sizes too small and he squirms, rubbing against the back of Orli's neck with a groan.

They both sit up a bit when Jason moves off the bed and undresses. Orli's mouth feels too hot, Josh's hands on his skin are spreading fire through his body. Naked, Jason doesn't waste anme. me. The want is deeply evident in the look he gives Orli as he lowers himself over the lean body. Josh swallows noisily when Jason shoves a damp finger into Orli. Chocolate eyes fly wide open, Orli's hips jump, jarring against Jason's. Jason pulls his finger out, licks it. Licks another two and plunges the three back inside Orli's body. Josh makes an odd sound as he pulls his lover's head back down, grinds against Orli's scalp.

Jason's fingers twist and slide, he kisses Orli hard and slow, somehow knowing what Josh needs as well. Fingers ease out, are replaced by Jason's cock. One smooth shove and he stops. He waits a minute, then starts to move his hips, painfully slow rotations. The speed picks up when Orli hooks his legs around Jason's waist, tries to pull him in deeper.

It's not a pretty thing, hardly an act of immense beauty, but it's so fucking good, feels so right, that nobody cares about the sweating and grunting and occasional moans when either of them have enough breath or brainpower.

Jason's slamming thrusts are making Orli's head bounce and push into Josh's crotch. It doesn't take too much of that before he's coming, hot and sticky, inside his jeans. He shouts Orli's name as he does, head falling back to thud against the headboard behind him. Jason's fingers are leaving bruises on Orli's hips, he's gripping and pushing so hard.

With a cry of "Fuck!", Orli's cock just seems to erupt, semen splashing on Jason's skin in thick bursts. Jason stills, he's there as well. Doesn't make a sound, just lets every muscle in his body spasm, holds himself up as he empties inside Orli, then collapses.

"Jesus. Christ," he mumbles after a while.

"Second that," Josh gasps. He looks down, Orli's eyes are closed. He looks blissful. Josh wonders why he isn't jealous. It can't just be post-orgasm drift. "Come again?" he asks Jason.

Jason laughs breathlessly. "Not tonight." He turns onto his side, rolling off Orlando, strokes the boy's head. "He's a pretty thing. You're very lucky."

"I know."

Josh lifts Orli carefully, gets off the bed. He needs to clean himself up, it's starting to feel uncomfortable. He turns his head before going into the bathroom, sees Jason stroking Orli's face, kissing him like a lover. Still doesn't feel jealous. Maybe Jason's what they both need.

Or maybe he's just what Orli needs.

END