#Brobastrose

[moving-weston-smythe-blog]

April, 2020

Okay, I just got off the phone with both Mark and Sarah, and it’s been made official: Sebastian (Weston-)Smythe is no longer allowed to give out advice-- ever.  I think his rights to talk to my nephew have also been suspended for the time being.  

Holy hell, Bas-- what the hell did you tell Connor to do that had him getting slapped and hit up with a week’s worth of detention?

#3x2 #Brobastrose #high school #dating #advice #connor #2020

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Friday and Cuddles: Brobastian, 1/27/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe @wmhs-marleyrose @mr-blaindersonand @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening to Saturday morning, 27-28 January 2017

Setting: Lima Memorial Medical Center, Lima, OH

Summary:  Blaine decides to take Marley home for a shower and food, and leaves Brody in charge of babysitting Sebastian in the hospital-- away from the waiting room.  

Headcanon Part Three (A) of Three

"We'll be back." He turned back around. "Well, I guess we should go, see if Brody's still down in the waiting room and see if I can either get him up here or to go home and get some sleep."

 Sebastian presses his lips together. He's avoided asking for Brody thus far, hoping that the idiot would come up of his own free will, but apparently not. By all rights, he should be telling them to send the older teacher home - but Sebastian needs to see him. To... thank him. Or something. All he knows is that he wants to /see/ him. "Send him up." Only for a little bit. He's not going to force him to sit and wait with him or anything. Why he's even still here is beyond Sebastian - but he can't say he's not grateful.

 Blaine, probably a little too dramatically, threw his hands up. "THANK YOU." He didn't even wait for an answer as he grabbed Marley's hand and pulled her through the door. As they passed Brody, Blaine stopped quickly. "He wants you. So will you /please/ go see him?"

Marley let out a soft sigh, because leaving wasn't on the table, but she had to go. She was kind of glad he said he wanted to see Brody, and she hugged Bas tightly, before heading out the door, a bit surprised by Blaine's excitement. She stood there awkwardly as Blaine told Brody Sebastian wants to see him, and she shifted, tucking back her hair. "Thanks again.." She mumbled, looking at him almost longingly, before swallowing and looking away.

Brody is still in the waiting room-- still thinking about leaving.  Soon.  What little sun is visible is going down.  How long has he been here?  And suddenly there was a clattering of footfalls as Blaine and Marley raced in front of him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and his heart to to jolt, "Oh my god-- what--" he starts, expecting the worst, but luckily Blaine's expression is a little too...enthusiastic?  for bad news.  Or at least normal bad news-- instead Brody is being asked to babysit.  "Oh, I can't--” he stammers “-- I'm actually--"  Blaine cuts him off, insisting that Bas can't be left alone, and they'll only be gone for a little while, and Brody feels his stomach twist.  Bas wanted to see him?  Why the hell would Sebastian want anything to do with him?  But Marley looks dead on her feet in his clothes, and Blaine is forceful, and so Brody nods and //finally// manages to shift into a stand, his muscles groaning as they finally change position

"Um, sure, yeah," he tells her, meeting Marley's gaze for a moment and then letting his eyes drop down.  He wants to say something, do something to comfort her, but every time he gets close he ends up doing something stupid, so he keeps the distance intact.  He swallows thickly, nodding again before turning to the elevator and beginning the trip up the stairs

He doesn't even know what he is going to say.  He's been so worried-- so frustrated.  All of that anxiety and terror that he's been pushing back down since this morning is suddenly beginning to boil in his veins as it seemingly gains momentum with his strides, and by the time he reaches Sebastian's room, he’s actually pretty damned pissed again "When I said do something about it, I did //NOT// mean to stand outside shirtless in the snow in front of her house and get freaking pneumonia."  Maybe not the best first words of greeting they've had in almost a month, but Brody has a lot of conflicting emotions, so give him a break.

Sebastian knows he should be thanking the older man - or apologising, or something - but the first thing he does when the other walks through the room is scoff and roll his eyes, ignoring the warm feeling that settles in his chest at the sound of the asshole's voice. "Good to see you, too, Brodes. Glad to see my misfortune hasn't softened you any."

Brody shouldn't be yelling-- Bas looks like hell, although he at least has some color back to him and is dry and is breathing more normally.  But still-- the guy's in a hospital gown, face pale, with a freaking needle sticking out of his arm.  Brody shouldn't be angry at him.  But he was so goddamned worried, and he's fighting the impulse to reach over and kiss the guy and...he's just got a lot of feelings right now. Instead, he manages to lower his voice and settle by shaking his head, face still turned down.  "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he demands, his eyes betraying the fact that he's not nearly as angry as his voice implies.

At Brody's question, Sebastian thinks he catches something in Brody's eyes, but his own eyes fall to his lap as he twists the shitty hospital sheets in his hand. If he doesn't find something to occupy them, he'll end up reaching out for Brody, and that would be... weird, because why the hell would he do that? He lets out an unsteady breath and shrugs. "I was drunk."

At the incredibly stupid answer, Brody lets out a loud exhale, rubbing a hand roughly across his tired features.  "I'll never get sick," his voice parrots back sarcastically.  "I'll be //fine//.  What part of //Ohio// and //winter// was beyond you?"  His chest is too tight-- he's not sure he can breathe really.  Brody bites down hard on his lip, because it's just...it's hard.  Not just dealing with Sebastian being stupid, but more so when he's just around Sebastian being //Sebastian//.  He misses the damn asshole, and he hates how they're this close and yet he can't do anything, because he's determined to do the right thing for once.  "You know, you scared the shit of m--Marley," he quickly corrects himself.  "And, Blaine, and everyone," he tacks on lamely.

Sebastian groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. On this one occasion, you were right, okay? Congratulations. Must be a big moment for you." The conviction in his voice is a little weaker than usual, and he's pretty sure he's fooling no one, but at least he can say to himself that he tried. He shrugs again. "Didn't mean to. Alcohol makes us do stupid things." Like attempt to tell a girl who isn't good enough for you how you feel, apparently. Or forget that you had a spare key to her house. Or, you know, make taking your shirt off in the middle of - as Brody so calmly put it - /Ohio/ in /winter/ seem like a good idea. "I already apologised to Blaine and Marley." Not that it was enough, but what else can he do?

Far from feeling vindicated, Brody just feels awful that Bas has actually proven him //right//.  Against his better judgement, he steps further into the room, his legs brushing against the bed as he watches Bas shrug.  "Or it makes you try to do something smart, but in the dumbest way possible?" he suggests, hand resting on the blanket covering his leg.  "Yeah, I know."  He wonders if Bas is pointedly avoiding apologizing to him or if he just really doesn't warrant an apology.  It was Marley who called him over anyways; that's hardly Bas' fault.  If anything, Brody wouldn't want it, since he still feels stupid for challenging a drunken Bas to doing something in the first place-- what had made him think that was a good idea //at all//?  "Just...promise me you won't do something like that again?  I'm not sure how many of these ass-end of the night calls I've got left in me.  I'm an old man Sebastian," he reminds him, trying to inject a little humor in the heavy conversation.  "We can't handle these kind of things."

"Smart thing would've been to leave it alone," Sebastian replies, knowing all too well that he's pretty much admitting the reason that he'd been at Marley's in the first place. So fucking stupid. He gazes up at Brody, huffing. "If you're gonna stay for a bit, you could at least just sit down." He gestures to the space beside him on the bed that had been earlier occupied by Marley with his head. It has nothing to do with the fact that he wanted Brody closer to him, obviously. Although the traitorous part of his brain can't help but muse that the comfort wouldn't go amiss right now. /Shut up/. He should apologise. He knows he should. But the words seem to just get caught in his throat, and he swallows them back down. He lets out a puff of laughter at Brody's statement, though, and the humour in it slightly loosens the knot in his chest. "I'll try. Wouldn't want to push you in your fragile state." He seeks out Brody's eyes, swallowing. "Thanks for... you know..." he nods, giving another (slightly awkward) shrug. It's the best he can manage right now.

And there it is.  Well, not really, but Bas was pretty much as close as he was going to get to ever admitting what all three of them knew anyways.  Brody wishes he had it in him to push the guy further-- Bas could be a great boyfriend; Marley was so much better when he was around.  But honestly?  Brody was beat down from the whole thing.  And if Bas was out getting himself killed, he just didn't want to push the guy even further.  And maybe-- //maybe// -- a tiny part of him just...doesn't want to talk about Marley right now.  They always end up fighting when they are talking about Marley.  Right now they aren't fighting, and it’s nice-- soothing, really.  So Brody just shoves aside all attempts at matchmaking or even knocking some sense into the guy who already looks like he's been knocked around pretty hard, and let’s it go.  That doesn't mean he isn't hesitant, when Bas invites him to sit.  Brody shouldn't even be in here-- he is making things worse, more complicated, and getting closer to Sebastian isn't going to help.   But the poor guy is just...sad, just sitting there, stuck in a crappy little twin bed, and Brody's chest twists a little.  He guesses he can just stay for  a minute, he rationalizes.  Maybe get him to go back to sleep.  And then once he does he'll move over-- no big deal.  Brody's bigger than Marley, who was obviously wrinkling the sheets beforehand, but he slides next to the idiot carefully anyways, half-hanging off the bed as he makes sure not to disturb the other.  The only way he can really manage is by putting himself at an angle, his back resting against the wall just behind Bas' shoulder, arm carefully resting behind him, hand dangling in midair-- not touching.  That'd be...intimate-- weird.  Not them at all.  But he finds a tolerable position and breathes deeply, pretending the best part of the air isn't the scent of Bas' hair so close to him he could just bury his face in the haphazard mess.  He smirks at the guy's laugh-- it helps.  "Seriously man; I'm one slip up away from ending up in an old folks home with my grandpa-- do you know what they serve at those places?"  Those green eyes hit him, and Brody's pretty sure he forgets how to breathe for a minute.  Bas just isn't cut out for this thing, but Brody appreciates the effort more than he'll say.  Out loud though, he just gives a half smile and shakes his head dismissively.  "It's whatever," he tells him.  "Don't worry about it."  He'd do it again-- he knows he shouldn't, but he also already knows that no matter which of them calls, at whatever time for whatever reason, he'll always come running.  "I'm just glad, you know..."  you weren't dead seems a little extreme, and that I could help seems too personal, so he just lets the words hang by themselves.

In all honesty, Sebastian's just grateful that Brody doesn't push the subject. This is the first conversation that they've had that hadn't surrounded Marley, and it's nice. He's missed this. He lets out a breath when Brody sits next to him, and his body automatically shifts a little closer into the heat. Which... what is he doing exactly? He has no idea, but his body isn't quite willing to move away. The comfort soothes him a little bit, so he doesn't comment and tries not to think about what exactly /this/ means. "I'd rather never find out, Brodes," he replies with a weak chuckle, which catches the back of his throat, forcing him to shift away from Brody as he falls into a fit of chest-racking coughs. It doesn't take him long to seek out his heat once more though once it eventually ends, his head spinning a little bit and eyes drooping. He's too weak to even stop his head falling against Brody's shoulder blade as he shifts to get a little more comfortable. He lets out a trembled breath at the implications of Brody's words, giving him a short nod. "Yeah. Yeah, me too." He'd been reckless, but it didn't mean he was suicidal. He really didn't think it'd go /this/ far.

Brody gives a quiet inhale of surprise when Sebastian sidles next to him, contouring with his body.  He didn't even figure Bas liked the whole snuggly-spooning thing-- not that that was what they were doing.  The guy is just sick, and probably just gravitating toward the heat source, right?  And yet his hand slides down, carefully rubbing up and down his arm in a soothing gesture.  It is...a little weird-- not something Brody usually does with guys-- or at least not ones he'd slept with-- but it wasn't //bad//.  He breathes again and let his muscles relax a little further into the tiny bed.The older man laughed with him, but his ease is abruptly cut off by Sebastian's coughing fit, he bolts upright next to him, arms hovering as he tries to figure out what to do, how to help.  After a minute though, the episode resolves on its own, and Brody lets out a sigh of relief as Bas leans back into him, Brody having slid a little further into the mattress so that there was no longer any gaps between them besides the fabric of the blanket.  Brody pulls him in as his head droops, swallowing thickly as they both acknowledge the might-have-been.  Bas' voice shakes a little, and between the gentle stroking now reduced to just his thumb trailing up and down between Bas' exposed skin and just under his flimsy hospital gown Brody worries how that thing is even supposed to be keeping him warm?  "So, did you insist on the pantsless look then?" he jokes softly, keeping the conversation light and quiet as he closes his own eyes, just taking in the other's scent.  He wasn't going to ever get a chance at this again-- why not just take it all in for a minute?  "Or were the nurses yet another gaggle of fans that thought you'd look better wearing as little as possible?"

When Brody's hand brushes over his arm, Sebastian exhales slowly, eyes sliding shut. It feels nice. They've never done anything like this. Well, obviously, because it was just sex, right? Although that thought seems... off, considering the position they're caught in right now. He furrows his brows, but brushes it from his mind.The position only gets more intimate when he falls back into him, though, and god, Sebastian can't bring himself to move. His chest is still raw, and he may or may not be wheezing a little bit, but he can't quite tell. As Brody's thumb drags over his arm, though, he can't exactly bring it in him to care. Not like he hadn't already lost most of his dignity last night, anyway, right? "Oh, that was entirely the nurses. Can you really blame him though?" he replied with a light chuckle, grateful that the conversation hadn't stilted any by their position. It's just comfortable. Which... is even more weird. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. It's just... well. Nice.

He sounds sick.  Well, no duh he sounds sick: he //is// sick.  He almost died last night.  It twists Brody up inside, and he instinctively pulls Bas closer; not that there's really any space left.  But it was scary-- it's //still// scary, to think about what could have happened if Marley hadn't come home when she did.  If Brody hadn't picked up the phone.  Bas still feels hot, though not clammy anymore at least, but he'd rather keep the guy warm until he starts really complaining.  Brody gives a soft laugh along with Sebastian.  "No, not really.  I mean, if some hot guy came into my section desperate to take off his clothes, I'd probably make it a little easier too."  He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable.  He suddenly feels a wave of exhaustion that he hadn't noticed before-- how long has he been here?  "So, anybody come by yet that's lived up to the hot doctor-slash-nurse fantasy?" he asks with a smirk.  "I've only been here a handful of times, but I feel like I keep missing them myself."

When Brody pulls him closer, a hum of contentment escapes Sebastian. He's not sure what prompted it, but he's hardly complaining. Which... yeah, okay. He could be a little bit needy when sick. Not that he got sick very often - although, far be it for him to deny it now, because, yeah - a little hard when he's in a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV. Because... he nearly got himself killed, and scared the shit out of his friends in the process. Not his finest moment, even /he/ has to admit. His shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. "Sadly not. If you wanted to play doctor for me, I wouldn't mind, though." He can't really help himself - although he's really just all talk right now. He's not sure he could even get aroused if he tried in this state. Which is good, because - well, hospital. "Or maybe it's time to bring in the chaps and give me a show. I'm sick, after all. I deserve some form of entertainment."

#ttl #Sebastian Smythe #p. Sebastian #para #Friday and Cuddles #plot drop #pneumonia #Brobastian #Brobastrose

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Friday and Cuddles: Brobastian, 1/27/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe @wmhs-marleyrose @mr-blaindersonand @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening to Saturday morning, 27-28 January 2017

Setting: Lima Memorial Medical Center, Lima, OH

Summary:  Blaine decides to take Marley home for a shower and food, and leaves Brody in charge of babysitting Sebastian in the hospital-- away from the waiting room.  

Headcanon Part Three (End) of Three

This is hardly the time, but the hum is a familiar noise, a familiar feel; and it definitely causes Brody to inhale sharply, eyes fluttering as his body reacts.  Not that he's turned on, exactly (thank god because this is not a sexy version of Bas and that would be weird), but the sound triggers a sort of tension release, as his muscles remember all the times post-orgasm, when he and Sebastian would just be lazing, just idling along the skin.  It brings a sort of ease to his body, and his mind just kind of follows as he releases his breath in a quiet sigh.  He can't help but laugh a little at Bas' request.  "Trust me, Bas-- you don't want me playing doctor."  He held up his hand, showing off the jagged, messy-looking scar left along his thumb.  Even as old as it was, you could tell it hadn't really been taken care of properly at first.  "This is my version of playing doctor: a fishing hook and some rubbing alcohol.  You really want to risk it?"  It wasn't really true-- Brody probably was a pretty decent caretaker under regular, non-dying circumstances, and the kind of doctor Bas wanted he could be //especially// good at-- but he shouldn't be encouraging that sort of this with Sebastian of all people.  "But I've got to say I'm kind of disappointed.  We bring in hot patients, and they can't be bothered to reciprocate with staff?  I feel like we should file a complaint-- or write a note for the suggestion box at the very least."  He rolled his eyes, squeezing the other's shoulder.  "Yeah; I'm not rewarding you for ending up in the hospital with a strip show.  Plus, who would help me get the damned things off?  I don't have blondes just sitting in my back pocket on short notice, you know, and //you// can't get out of bed."  God that conversation was //so// long ago, and maybe not appropriate in the present situation, but it just felt //really// good to be joking about stupid shit again.  Like the last month hadn't even happened really.

The sigh that escapes Brody definitely has a soothing effect on Sebastian. Really, considering how their relationship has been up until this point, this should feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's the fatigue, the near-death experience, or maybe it's the fact that he hasn't interacted positively with Brody all month, but either way, so long as the other doesn't get uncomfortable with it, he's far too settled to want to move. His eyes find the scar that Brody holds up for him to view, and he raises his hand to thumb over it gently, surveying the jagged mess. "Yeah, well, thankfully my misfortune hasn't resulted in an open wound," he says almost softly. He supposes he can chalk it down to his tiredness. He's sick - he has every right to blame any sign of weakness on it, alright? He drops his hand, but it comes to rest over Brody's abs. Not entirely unpleasant, either. Again - sick. Can't be held accountable for this. "Not that I don't think you make an excellent point, but I'm not sure there even /is/ a suggestion box," he replies with a quiet laugh. "Or if there is, they've kept it hidden from me. Seems like my reputation extends further than I thought." Not that he'd be entirely surprised to run into someone that he's slept with in this place - although it's not like he's been paying attention, or able to move from his bed. The squeeze on his shoulder has his muscles relaxing under the brief touch. "Then I guess you'd just have to hold the audience all on your own, Brodes. Don't worry - I, as your audience, have faith in you."

For a minute, Brody just listens to Bas breathing-- it's not really healthy, obviously, but it's a much better sound than what was going on a few hours ago.  He's never been so grateful to just hear someone breathe.  He imagines what it must have been like for Marley, back in the beginning of the night, waiting for his breathing to even out-- she must think he's such a coward.  Good-- maybe then these two will stop being so stupid.  Although the idea of falling out of their lives hurts honestly, and so Brody just goes back to the nothing thoughts that involve the feel of Bas against his chest, his own rising and falling weakly, but consistent.  That was probably a stupid move, Brody realizes as Bas trails his fingers along the raised tissue and a shiver goes up his spine.  He can't help but consider the unintentional metaphor Bas managed to slide in there-- god, the three of them were really ripping each other apart, weren't they?  If Brody just had stayed away... He twists his wrist slightly, his thumb moving to overlap the other's hand and rest along his knuckles, squeezing gently as he shoots him a smirk.  "Good point, although if that's how I do with a scratch, do you really want to think about how I'll manage an invalid?" he ribs gently.  He lets Bas loose, although his muscles tense infinitesimally under his touch before relaxing.  It wasn't anything-- he was just sick.  And Brody was just keeping him warm, with his arm wrapped up around him, pulling him against his thermal (because Brody isn't an idiot who goes out in the middle of the night //shirtless//).  Brody scoffs quietly, keeping his voice low, "No suggestion box?  Travesty.  Maybe we should suggest one.  Although the latter could be true-- nobody wants a pompous peacock stuffing the box with dumb suggestions about poisoning the patients with crappy French wine."He chuckles again.  "Well, as a businessman, I think I'd be worried at this point about killing my audience with overstimulation, so you'll just have to wait until you can breathe properly for us to broach the subject again."  Brody's fingers trail lightly against his skin.  "Maybe get some sleep."

Brody's hand resting over his takes him by surprise, but he lets out a breath, anyway, just happy to have the comfort right now. This whole ordeal has been particularly shitty - he /needs/ this right now. Some sort of warmth to make him stop thinking about all the shit going on inside his head. Part of him wants to twist his hand and wrap it around Brody's, but even he feels like that'd be too much right now. Wouldn't want Brody to get the wrong idea. He's drawing a blank on what exactly that is right now, but he can hardly be blamed. His brain is mush. He still manages to roll his eyes at Brody's statement, following it up with a scoff. "All I was looking for was a sponge bath, Brodes. I'm sure you're capable of that without permanently damaging me." He snorts, tired eyes flickering up to meet Brody's. "How are we supposed to suggest one without a suggestion box, genius?" he teases. "No, no - it's not my fault that the only wine that you've tried in your life is the shitty cheap stuff. Clearly you've never had /real/ French wine in your life, or you wouldn't have such a boner for your fake Californian shit." He huffs. "But I'm sick. Shouldn't I be able to use that to my advantage to get what I want? Almost cruel to deny me." His breath shakes as Brody's fingers skim over him. He doesn't /want/ to sleep. If he sleeps, he'll wake up and Brody won't be there. Not that it should bother him. It doesn't, really. He's fine. But their friendship had been in tatters over the past month. Could anyone blame him for wanting to hold on a little longer? "Not tired," he lied, although the croak in his voice betrayed him.

Brody lets out an amused laugh, trying not to shake the bed at Sebastian's response.  "A sponge bath?  Me?  My version of cleaning people up is lining them up against the wall and spraying them down with a hose." His thumb is idling back and forth along Bas' knuckles on the hand that is now resting on his chest.  He should probably let go-- a) it's diseased, and 2) if the guy starts coughing again, he'll need to be able to move.  But...well, he's doing okay right now, and Brody's not holding on //tight// or anything, and...well, if the only one here to realize that he's screwing up again is too out of it to notice, it's kind of okay, right?  It's not like it means anything to Sebastian.  Brody grins and throws a wink.  "You're the pretty one-- shouldn't you be able to just, you know, ask or something?  I figured that was how things worked for you: or is it since you can't bend over for people anymore you've lost your superpowers?  Did we find your Kryptonite, Bas?" The name feels good on his tongue-- familiar, comfortable.  He'd been trying so hard to use Sebastian for so long, and he would again no doubt, but for now it was nice to fall back on old habits.  "Shitty, cheap stuff?  Your kind wouldn't know how to harvest a rhone properly if it stood up and told you.  California is called the Golden State for a reason-- because we don't need to //pretend// to be the best and upcharge for crap product to make people think we're classy.  The product speaks for itself."

"I think that only works when you're seven and want soup.  Otherwise you're stuck with what's 'good' for you."  Brody couldn't help it-- his evil smirk grew wide.  "Bas, I'm only a little sorry to break this one to you, but you're probably going to be denied for a while."  He laughs-- it's mean, but it's so freaking true and funny.  "Seriously, what's the longest dry spell you've ever had?  Because I might confer with Blaine to make a pool and see when you crack."  The funny stops when Sebastian's breathing sputters a little, and Brody stiffens as he shifts, trying to get a better look.  But Bas just insists in his exhausted tone, that he's not tired, and Brody allows himself to relax, eyes rolling slightly.  "Well, maybe you can try a little."  Brody thinks he should offer to move-- to get off the bed completely.  That way Bas can find a position that is comfortable, at least.  But when he forms the words, his chest tightens, and he-- he just can't.  Marley's right: he cares.  He wishes he didn't, because this is Sebastian Smythe, and him caring about //Marley// was a huge deal for him.  And Brody's not going to ask Bas to choose him over her-- that doesn't even make sense.  So instead he's making things more complicated by lying in bed with a guy he can't have, that's in love with a girl he can't have either.  Two thumbs up, Brody.  "Okay, so besides chaps, what could we do to help tire you out?  I'm guessing counting sheep is off the list."  Yes, he purposely dropped that innuendo in there-- shut up.  He's just gauging how close he is to sleeping, that's all.  A coherent Bas wouldn't pass it up, but if he's gone, he won't notice, right?

"Probably not the best idea in my condition, Brodes. I think your only choice is a sponge bath," he reminds the older man with a suggestive smirk. "However, I'm not against the idea of being thrown against a wall by you." As weird as things have been between them, Sebastian can't help but be relieved about the fact that it's so easy to just flirt and tease right now. Granted, he'd made some innuendos at the older man in their texts the previous few nights, but those were mixed in with anger-fuelled words, so they don't really count, do they? Brody's hand skims across his knuckles and Sebastian's heart flutters in a concerning way, which he chooses to chalk down to his fatigue. He returns Brody's grin in kind, not at all helped by Brody's use of the nickname. "Please. I still have this face, and my charm. I suppose I can flirt my way into getting what I want." He's certainly done it plenty of times before. Rolling his eyes, he scoffs at Brody's insistence regarding his inferior wine. "Please. Your wine tastes like urine. But, hey, if that's what you're into - far be it from me to kink shame. I guess it'll just have to go alongside your weird Furry thing. Not my thing, but you do you."

"Well then, what's the point?" he huffs. Still, Brody's next point is a stinger, and his smirk falls a little bit, because - well, shit. "Screw you. And I mean that literally," he grumbles, not really being able to come up with much better. He rolls his eyes as Brody laughs at his misfortune "I don't do dry spells." Which is true - although he's not entirely sure he has any control over this one. He hums quietly in protest over Brody's suggestion, although he's not entirely sure how much longer he can keep himself awake for. He just... wants this. Which he knows he shouldn't. It's... confusing. He needs to not think about it, except that something in the back of his mind is niggling at him and it's getting harder and harder to shut it out. Thankfully, Brody provides him something else to concentrate on, and his lips twitch weakly. "Mm, I can think of a few things. Now that you've brought up the whole 'dry spell' thing, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to sleep at all." He chuckles in anticipation for his own follow-up, because fuck you, he's hilarious. "Care to lend a /hand/?"

“Well, if that’s my //only// choice…” Brody’s voice is low with a hint of a tease.  Which becomes more pronounced when he finishes, “I guess I’ll just have to let you die.  Rough luck there.”  He shakes his head.  “I never said anything about throwing you against a wall, and considering you can’t even stand, I doubt it’s in your range of abilities anyways.”  Not that Brody hasn’t managed to keep Bas steady against a wall without the other carrying any of his bony-ass weight, but that is definitely not the point of this conversation.  “Your face that looks like death warmed over, and your charm, that’s slightly hindered by your inability to go five minutes without coughing up a lung?  Yeah, I think you might be in trouble, Peacock.”  He quirks an eyebrow.  “And you’re familiar with the taste of piss because…?  Why do you keep pushing all of your weird fetishes on me, Bas?  I mean, I’m trying not to judge, but I do have my limits.”  He chuckles softly, sighing in amusement at the younger’s grumbling.  “I don’t know-- some nonsense about getting healthy and whatnot, I guess?  Not having permanent lung damage, which I’m //pretty sure// would long term affect the quality of your sex life?”  His laugh starts growing louder, and soon he’s trying really hard not to fall off balance.  “No, see, I don’t count either Bas-- that’s the point.  Oh my god, this is classic-- like a Greek tragedy.  Oh god.” He should stop laughing-- it’s mean, and Bas is sick.  But it’s so damned funny.  He tries to get a grip on himself, biting hard on his lip that does nothing to conceal his wide grin.  “Well, I guess this will be a whole new experience in restaint for you, huh?  If it makes you feel better, I don’t even think you can get it up when you break a certain temperature.”

He hugs Bas close to him in a sympathetic gesture, although it may be diminished by how hilarious he finds the whole thing.  It’s probably the first funny thing that’s happened in the last over-twenty four hours, and his body is taking it a little far.  But he manages to quiet himself, because he’s trying to get Sebastian to relax.  The quirk in Bas’ expression is more than enough to tell Brody that the man is aware of Brody’s phrasing, and his face breaks into a soft smile even as he lets out a scoff.  Because he now knows where Bas is in terms to sleeping, is all.  He shakes his head and shifts a little, moving them both a little ways closer to the mattress.  Not that Brody’s really tired, but it should help Bas sleep-- and then Brody can go as soon as the others come back.  “Your jokes still suck,” he breathes, blinking lazily and breathing in deeply (no, that is a sigh, not a yawn- he’s fine).  “At least you can blame the infection this time.”  His free hand shifts away from Bas’ shoulder, carding lightly through his hair.  “God, what would NPH think of this,” he mumbles, head a little fuzzy.  “Total waste of a trip to Lima, all because you’d rather linger in a hospital bed than get some rest and get the hell out of here and make a sex tape with him and David?  What the hell am I supposed to watch at Cinema Stix now?  Just plain selfish, Bas…”

The tone of the first part of Brody's sentence makes Sebastian's lips twitch, ready to hit back with more suggestions, but the end of his sentence has him scoffing. "Well then don't go crying to anyone when you're the first person I come back to haunt. You only have yourself to blame. If you think I'm an asshole now, just imagine me as a vengeful spirit." He manages to grab hold of the reigns again, though, smirk falling back in place. "Yeah, but, you know, I have faith that you can hold me up." And, fuck - /that's/ a visual image he's not going to get out of his head any time soon. Damn. "And yet I still look better than anyone else in this place - the staff included. You said it yourself - /slightly/ hindered. I can work around it." Rolling his eyes, he scoffs. "It's an expression, asshole. Besides, I think we've established that /you're/ the one that likes piss, considering you're the one that drinks it on a regular basis, but whatever." Man, he's really off his game today. That's a side effect to this crap that the doctors hadn't pre-warned him of.

He groans as Brody continues to laugh. "Seriously?" Because dammit Brody, it's really not that funny. "How is /that/ supposed to make me feel better? Dick." But Brody's arms around him relax him a little bit - and then the asshole finally manages to calm the fuck down, so he just relaxes against him once more with an indignant huff. When the older man shifts them, Sebastian summons the best of his energy to shuffle and make enough space for Brody to get comfortable. "My jokes are awesome. They're just wasted on you because your sense of humour sucks." And, god, it's getting harder and harder not to let the fatigue drag him under when Brody's hand cards through his hair. He can feel his body getting heavier by the second. "Mm, if they're coming to Lima for their sex tour, then they're obviously just coming so they can have sex with /me/. They'll just have to wait it out." He lets out a weak chuckle. "Don't worry, Brodes. The sex tape's coming."

“So you’re going to die because I don’t lather you up?  That’s not melodramatic at all.  Although I’m curious what ‘vengeful spirit’ Sebastian thinks he can accomplish to make himself more of a nuisance than the corporeal versions.  Just since you won’t be able to touch anything.  Including yourself, I imagine-- wow, that actually would be worse for you than your present situation.”  Brody rakes his teeth across his lip, because he isn’t thinking about that situation right now, because in all honesty, he is in the ultimate boner-killer situation and he doesn’t want to mar that image for future use by knowing he’d thought about it here, while Bas is dead on his feet in a hospital bed.  But he can still keep things light, he reassures himself.  “Well, you are just kind of a sac of potatoes.  With no ass.  But I still probably should let someone medically qualified keep you sanitary.  I’d hate to be responsible for a horny ghost wandering around.”  Brody smiles and glances around the empty room.  “Yeah, I feel like the soaps lied to us.  Where are all the hot doctor and nurses and their wacky antics? I mean, are they all having sex in the break room?”  He scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly.  “I mean, when the almost-dead guy is the eye candy in a place this size, you know there’s problems.”  Brody shakes his head.  “Sure, Bas-- an expression.  Everyone says that.”  He can’t really come up with a good retort, because a) it’s kind of a lame insult to begin with, and 2) the moron is actually really adorable all grumpy, and Brody had to work hard to keep from smiling.  A fact that isn’t helped by Brody getting a massive case of the funnies when he realizes how (not) screwed Bas is going to be for a while.

“See?  You can’t have //that// either!” Man, this could go on for hours, and Brody just can’t help himself-- the sick man just keeps handing the shots to him.  All but laying perfectly flat now, only propped up enough that his head is still able to look down on Bas comfortably (which was //not// the intention-- just coincidence), Brody smiles.  “Mm-hmm.  Absolutely epic, of course.  I’m the one with the ill-developed humor.”  He’s blinking rapidly now, trying to keep his eyes open, but that’s just because of the position he’s in.  Brody just wants to rest his eyes for a minute, while Bas gets comfortable.  Then he can go, after the other drifts off.  “Well, obviously, but I’m not sure if their schedule will provide them the time to wait on such a diva,” he murmurs.  “I'm sure.  Alright Bas, I got you.”  He pulls him in a little closer, his voice dropping in volume and losing track as his thoughts muddle together.  “You're alright.  I’ve got you, Bas.”

"Well you /did/ say you were gonna let me die, Brodes - so, really, you were the one being melodramatic in the first place." Yeah, he's aware that he sounds like a kid when, for all intents and purposes, he's using the argument of 'you started it', but really, Brody /did/ start it. "Don't need to be able to actually touch anything. According to TV rules, I'll have telekinetic powers." He huffs, but ignores the latter part because... yeah, he's got nothing. He chuckles, shifting slightly because, in all honesty, the visual image won't shift from his mind and the last thing he needs to do is pop a boner in the middle of the hospital. His dignity's taken enough of a beating over the past 24 hours. "You tell yourself whatever you need to to get by. But fine - find me a hot doctor, and /he/ can throw me against a wall." No - not helping with the situation at all. Shut up, Sebastian. He snorts. "Right? I can't believe television /lied/ to us. Where's the hot Australian guy from House when we need him?" He clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side. "It's more a testament to how hot I am." Although, he has to admit, the eye candy is somewhat lacking. He rolls his eyes. "It is an expression," he presses back, somewhat weakly. 

He groans at Brody's reply, shaking his head. Why did he ask for this asshole in here again? "You know, most people are /nice/ to sick people. Your bedside manner sucks." Although the older man does make for a comfortable pillow to lean against, so he can't really complain about it that much. "Your humour sucks," he mumbles in agreement, only vaguely aware of the fact that he's repeating himself. Brody's words make his chest squeeze, and he squeezes his eyes tight, because the thought that's been circulating at the back of his mind is glaring at him now - and, fuck. He's too tired to even fight it. Doesn't mean he can't /ignore/ it, but he can't deny to himself that this asshole /means/ something to him. That's a whole new set of terrifying that he can't bring himself to ponder much further - especially when his body is so damned heavy, and he feels like he's fading. His arm snakes over Brody's stomach, though, his body moving of its own free will. "I know," he mumbles quietly, not sure if the older man has even /heard/ him.

“Aw, yes, of course-- how could I forget.  //I’m// the one trying to force me to give you a sponge bath instead of the old lady nurses.”  His smile is soft and he half-hopes Bas //isn’t// tired, because this stupid back-and-forth really is something he’s missed.  “Yeah, I don’t think telekinesis is going to help your particular issue, so unless your plan is to make me suffer with you by leaving me in a perpetual state of blue balls…”  Brody doesn’t know when he started falling back into sex talk-- he shouldn’t be.  They’re in a hospital, for pete’s sake-- the guy is hooked up to an IV, staying for multiple days.  And Brody shouldn’t even be here: he should have left when Blaine showed up.  But as he’s been doing continuously, he pushes the thought of what he should do from his mind in favor of the comfortable feeling of what they //are// doing.  Brody scoffs, “Oh yeah, absolutely-- the next hot doctor I see is all yours Bas. I’ll just make sure he understands your vitals and actual well-being are secondary to you being pushed up against a wall.”  He shakes his head in faux disgust.  “Or that redhead from Grey’s Anatomy?  Or hell, I’d take George Clooney at this point.  I’m telling you-- I must have been out of my mind driving you here.  I feel awful.”  He smirks, “Yes, Bas-- your deathly pallor is the sexiest thing to grace these halls.  Should the zombie apocalypse come, we will have to either keep you alive at all costs or shoot you before the undead arrive, because otherwise everyone will line up waiting for your bony undead ass to feast on them.”  Wow, his mind is really fritzing from lack of sleep apparently, even though he’s not tired.

He’s trying like hell to control himself-- he thinks he might be in shock.  It’s a little familiar to what happened after the thing with the ostrich, after all.  “Most people don’t end up in the hospital for doing a strip show in the snow.  So--” snort “--this is about as much //sucking// as you’re going to be getting for a while, Bas.”  They’re both quiet now, though, and through Brody’s fuzzy brain, he’s pretty sure Bas said something back, but the only thing he really notices anymore is how soft and warm Bas’ skin is (not clammy anymore, thank god, just warm), and how oddly soothing it is to feel his body wheezing against him.  “Mm-hmm…” He’s just really comfortable right now,  He’ll get up in just a second...

"See? I mean, all you need to do is talk to the person at the reception desk. I'm pretty sure they'd be fine with it." He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "I mean, some vengeful spirits /can/ have sex, but, you know, they usually kill you afterwards, so I'll stick with the telekinesis- you're welcome. Maybe I'll just follow you around and start scaring away any potential for sex. Misery loves company, after all." Why is it that every single conversation with this asshole ended up escalating into the most ridiculous scenarios they could drum up? Not that he's complaining - it's actually kind of amusing. "Good - I'm glad we cleared that one up. Just make sure he's strong enough to hold me up, will you? If I'm getting pinned against a wall, I don't want my feet touching the ground." And, of course, he can barely hold himself up as it is. The very idea of having sex right now is /exhausting/, even for him. Not that it makes it any less fun to joke about. "Seriously, Brodes. What were you thinking? Isn't there a way to check out the attractiveness of the staff /before/ you dump a guy in here? I feel like that should be a thing. Should've just kept driving." He raises his eyebrows, but lets out a fond huff of amusement. Brody's mind really is one of a kind. "I wouldn't worry about it. Being that I'm obviously the protagonist in this situation, I'd have to at least make it through the ordeal longer than everyone else would. I mean, once I'm out of the picture, everyone else would just be too depressed to go on, anyway."

He groans, running his hands over his face. He really had set that one up, hadn't he? He's starting to wonder if this isn't more of a subconscious effort on his part to /allow/ Brody to make his not-at-all-funny jokes. He hums against Brody, only a little aware of the way that he presses himself against the older man as if trying to seek out the heat as his body attempts to drag him under.

“Of course-- I mean, you’re just hooked up to an IV here for days.  What could possibly go wrong that you wouldn’t want just anyone looking after you?”  Brody murmurs softly, even smiling now despite the fact that it is actually a terrifying thing, Bas attached to all these wires and tubes and laying here until who knows when.  He nods in mocking thoughtfulness, “Yeah, well, I guess I appreciate you not sucking out my soul through my dick, or however that works,” he chuckles at the insanity of the remark.  “Yeah, but I’ll still be able to get myself off, unlike you-- so there’s that at least.”  Brody lets out a soft sigh, because that’s some imagery he’s not unfamiliar with-- if Bas didn’t look so awful right now, he’d consider being turned on-- but tacks on a quiet laugh to smooth it over.  “I will make sure it is right after ‘hot’ on my list of priorities as I scour the floors for you.”  He hums softly in concession at Bas’ accusation, because the whole thing is nonsense, really.  “Next time, absolutely.”  Like hell there’ll be a next time-- next time Bas goes out drinking, Brody’s hunting him down and locking him in the bathroom.  Not the nice one-- the guest bathroom.  Brody’s lips pull upwards in amusement as Bas predicts the story’s outcome.  “Absolutely-- we’ll all be too lost without you: may as well just lay down and let them have us.”

It probably takes too long, but eventually Bas is too exhausted to keep feeding into Brody’s hysterics, and without the fuel the fire manages to die down, with him just carefully tracing his fingers against his arm, breathing the scent of his hair in a way that relaxes his overworked worry and tense muscles, and as Bas’ noisy breaths even out, he allows himself to rest his eyes for just another minute.

The sun isn’t going to be up for another hour, he’s fairly certain, when something draws Brody awake.  An unsettling feeling-- like guilt or embarrassment, which is odd, he thinks as his arms curl tighter around the warm body lying on top of him, because he doesn’t know why he’d be either in the comfort of his own-- His brain finally catches up, and his eyes fly open to reveal that he’s fallen asleep in the hospital room-- in Sebastian’s bed, with Sebastian, in the hospital room.  With Blaine now staring at them from the doorway, and Brody realizes how this looks, and practically flies out of the bed, only moving slow enough to keep the guy from banging his head on the uncomfortable mattress before scurrying away from him.  “He’s asleep, I think he’s okay-- I should go.”  It all comes out in a rush, faster still when Marley comes up behind him, eyes widening at what he’s sure looks like him being very flustered by their appearance.  He doesn’t wait for their response, just bolts out of the door and out of the hotel as quickly as his feet can take him, trying to ignore the tingling sensation left over, on his skin and in his chest, as he turns on his truck and shifts into gear.

#ttl #Sebastian Smythe #p. Sebastian #para #Friday and Cuddles #Brobastian #Brobastrose #plot drop #pneumonia

[moving-weston-smythe-blog]

Do you love your real kid more?

Of course I do.  I mean, Teddy’s imaginary siblings are okay, I guess, but really, I’d much rather hang out with her and Frankie and Ellie.  It’s something about that corporeal-ness.  Makes hugs better.

#3x2 #Brobastrose #teddy rose #frankie rose #ellie rose #anon #anon ask #answered

[squaredancing-weston]

Aesthetic Moodboard || Brody Weston || Moving to Florida

Sorry. I'm tierd. I fuck evrything up. I'm gonna be striaght and chistian in Florida and suck less.

#ttl #Brody Weston #moodboard #aesthetic #Florida #character flaw #avoiding confrontation #quitting #ship #Dandy #Westrose #Brobastian #Brobastrose

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 10

Brody

Of course, Brody’s eyes rolled as his breath chuckled against the other at Bas’ request.  “Sure Bas, you can have 65 percent,” he agreed, nuzzling his way along the other man’s skin complacently.  So long as he continued feeling like this, Brody didn’t mind at all giving up the whole of his share of credit.  “Golden calf and everything…”

Brody’s eyelids drooped with a sigh as he relished the girl’s fingers against his scalp, and he smirked, following her gaze back over his shoulder in amusement.  “Yeah, i guess he’s not so hard on the eyes,” he agreed playfully, shifting so she could reach across to the other man.  He rotated his angle with her, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on Bas’ skin as Brody pressed his lips along the top of Marley’s head that was still in reach.  He had to shift out of the way to give Sebastian better access as he moved to make quick work of her dress, Brody releasing his grip so that he could help out with the opening-- the dress looked good, but Brody felt the damn thing was too complicated at the moment and just a damned hindrance.  And seriously, Marley looked way better naked, the exposed parts smooth and sharply contrasting with where Bas had gotten to her last.  He chuckled a little at the sight, but found himself on the receiving end of Marley’s grip, pulling him in as she attempted to make out with both men as close to simultaneously as possible.  Brody was easy, sucking at her lip when she found her way toward him, his hand cupping one of her breasts and circling her nipple with his thumb.  “I feel like that’s what started this whole thing, wasn’t it?” he accused lightly, lips twitching.  He shifted closer toward the group though, straddling Marley’s waist with his knee bracing against Bas’ to stay balanced as his fingers quietly slid down the other man’s thigh and brushed against his balls, trying to gauge if he was ready for the next round as he began rolling them between his fingers gently.  His eyes, however, remained on Marley, and between kisses, he smirked, “What do you want, Marls?”  he whispered lowly.  He could think of a lot of ways to allow her that kind of access, and all of them sounded good at the moment.

Sebastian

Sebastian flashed a cocky grin in reply. "Sixty-five? Come on, Brodes - holding back like that takes a hell of a lot of effort." He cocked his head to the side, mulling it over. "Although, I suppose you did your fair share of work there, Cowboy." He closed his eyes with a pleasurable hum, basking in the attention.

He watched the other two in a daze - the familiarity of the touches between them, how good they looked together - god. He hoped that this became a thing. He was already sleeping with them both repeatedly, it seemed. Why not mix it up? It was definitely something he could see himself becoming addicted to easily. He smirked lazily at Brody as the older man's fingers trailed tingles over his skin under the pads of his fingers. "Understatement," he huffed in reply to Brody. He leaned into Marley's kiss, shifting his body closer to her to have better access to the two, and skimming his thumb over her cheek with a grin. "Didn't look so bad yourself, there, Marls. Fucking stunning." His hand ran across her stomach, and he began to press soft kisses over her jaw, breath hitching as he felt Brody's hands slide over his thighs and up to his balls, groaning against Marley's skin. "Yeah, Marls - anything you want," he promised, kissing her collarbone and waiting attentively for her answer.

Marley

Marley was content for now, lying there with both of them, because she felt kind of wonderful. She wasn’t as drunk as before. At least she didn’t think she was, but she could her hand continued to stroke Brody’s scalp, and she nodded. “He is pretty.” She agreed, grinning over at Sebastian, as she scooted closer to Brody. She loved the way his lips felt against her head right now, and it was that moment she realized she could do this every day, with both of them. She didn’t want this to end. Stroking Sebastian’s arm after he removed her dress, Brody began teasing her nipple, and and she felt the sensitive bud harden under his touch. Running her hand through her hair as he straddled her waist, she let out a heavy sigh.

“You felt wonderful.” She commented, grinning over at Sebastian, pulling his lips back to her own, focusing on both of them, Sebastian’s lips back on her jaw, and Brody pressed against her stomach. It was almost a sensory overload. “I want…” She thought for a moment, pressing her lips together as she thought. “I want you to fuck me.. God I want both of you.” Her head was spinning, and she took a deep breath, one hand reaching out for Sebastian, and the other running down Brody’s chest, marking him slightly.

Brody

Brody laughed softly, “It does; and I for one enjoyed every minute of you doing it.”  However, coming down from his initial high slightly, he now couldn’t bring himself to point out the Sebastian that, since there were three of them, he already had given the pompous peacock the entirety of his share; at least not since the other had brought it up.  He sighed, pausing to linger as the younger man practically purred beneath his lips, before returning to tracing patterns along his skin with his tongue.  “Damn straight,” he muttered into his shoulder blades.  “Damn drunk gigglers would probably have fallen off the bed without supervision.”  It was an interesting thing-- not that he hadn’t seen Bas erupt in intoxicated amusement before, but he was still usually much more controlled.   With Marley there to goad him on, the two had seemed to feed off each other for a minute.  Luckily, they were able to shift that to sex, but it could have been a very tricky night.  Giggly drunks were a little distracting in bed, and not usually in a good way for Brody.  

For all his mocking of Sebastian, Brody was pretty damned close to purring himself as Marley’s nails combed through his hair.  Luckily, the man in question felt the need to interject about the comments being made about him, and the older was able to chuckle with amusement instead.  Watching them was a bit...confusing, he supposed, though sexy as hell.  Guys and girls didn’t generally mix in his sexcapades, and he actually was kind of grateful that Marley and Bas had each other in this.  Which made him momentarily wonder how drunk he was, except he’d stopped trying to think this thing through before they’d made it through the bedroom door, and his hazy mind wasn’t that interested in backtracking as he breathed her lavender-scented sex hair, lips softly pressing into it.  Even better, both seemed to be recovered, if Marley’s hardening peak and Bas’ groan from either of his hands’ work were anything to go by.  He shifted his weight slightly, bringing the leg not using Bas’ as a balance in closer to Marley’s back as she sighed, trying to suppress a shiver as her fingers raked his front.  Brody broke out into a mischievous grin at her words.  That sort of request he could definitely work with, “As you command,” he whispered, before ironically releasing his grip on both and untangling himself from the pair, sliding off the bed.  

“Give me a minute, and we’re going to need a few more condoms,” he noted as he shuffled quickly into the bathroom, half closing the door-- Lily’s joke had only offered up the two, after all.  “And don’t leave Bas in charge of anything,” he couldn’t help but add teasingly as he turned on the shower.  He didn’t even give it a chance to heat up properly-- just sucked down some water from the tap to let it get passed ice cold before grabbing a mouthful of rinse and jumping in to scrub himself off.  Sebastian was freaking anal retentive about his hygiene (pun intended), and no one had complained, but Brody knew his safety practices, and he was not planning on staying on the margins all night.  Also, despite licking up a lot of sweat, his mouth literally probably tasted like ass-- hot ass, but ass nonetheless.  But his dick was also getting hard, despite the less than warm water, and there were two incredibly sexy naked people probably already having sex in the next room not helping; so the minute he could spit out the rinse he decided he was clean enough, shutting down the water and sweeping the droplets off his skin with a towel before striding back into the bedroom, pausing at the side of the bed to take in the mouth-watering sight before him, his hand wrapping around his cock and stroking himself, groaning softly.

Sebastian

Choosing to ignore the reminder that he'd caved to pressure - because, fuck, he was never going to hear the end of that now, was he? - Sebastian slid his fingers through Brody's hair as his tongue and lips explored him, his chuckle coming out a little bit like gravel. "I don't giggle, and we're not that bad. Need I point out that you're the one that dropped us, genius." Thanks to Marley, but that was beside the point. And, okay, he might have giggled a little bit, but alcohol tended to have that effect on him. He was usually much better at suppressing it.

"You better believe it, Rosie." Sebastian replied, murmuring into Marley's lips before returning to dot kisses over her shoulder. He couldn't help but wonder how the hell he got here, and what kind of karma he'd earned to be able to have this, even for one night. God, for once in his life, he hoped it wouldn't just be one night. His eyes fell to Brody's lips, watching as they stretched into a grin that usually meant something exciting and all manner of hot was going to happen. It didn't fail to make his dick stir at the thought. It was followed by a quiet whine when Brody broke away from them.

Part of him wanted to take Marley with him and join Brody in the shower, but the other part - the much more logical part - remembered how much of a squeeze it was in Marley's shower. Sadly, that part of him won, but it didn't mean that he wasn't going to keep himself and Marley occupied in the meantime. He shuffled closer to his best friend, hand skimming over her cheek and up to comb through her hair, drawing her in so that their lips were sliding together once more. "We should show him what he's missing by leaving the party, hm?" he mumbled, teeth scraping her lower lip as he made his way down her jaw, her collarbone, and his hand reached up to cup her breast sensually as his tongue ran down to circle her nipple, nipping the small bud with his lips. His hand trailed down her skin, fingertips skimming over her curves and making their way south, before he was reaching down to tease her clit gently with his finger. Might as well get her worked up for Brody getting back. And, holy fuck, she was dripping.

Marley

Marley still felt like she was living off of a high of some sort. Humming contently as she laid there, watching them together. She could get use to this. Laying in bed naked with both of them, kissing them.. Touching them. “We would be fine.” Marley teased, her tongue sticking out at him as she curled into Sebastian. For a moment, she wondered if this was a dream, but even her dreams weren’t this great.

She stroked Brody’s hair softly, and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, you dropped us.” She teased, her hand moving down his head, and towards a scar she noticed on his shoulder, stroking it softly as she hummed against Sebastian’s lips. “Oh yeah?” She hummed, grinning, as her hand moved to Brody’s belly, and stroked a scar she found there. Shuddering at Brody’s words, she actually let out a whine as he pulled back. She watched as he headed to her bathroom, and nodded her head. “Alright. They’re in the third drawer.” She called out, turning her attention towards her best friend.

He was up to something. Marley knew that look in his eyes, and she kinked an eyebrow as he shifted closer to her. “We should.. Let him know what he missed..” She mumbled, pulling him close towards her as he kissed down her neck. Marley’s on hand slipped down his body, and stroked his cock as he teased her nipple. Groaning, her thumb ran over his slit, and she began working his cock slowly as her lips moved to his neck, sucking slightly to his skin when she noticed Brody. “Mmm..” She mumbled, nudging Bas a bit, and reaching for Brody’s leg, pulling him close to her, and taking him in her mouth teasingly, before pulling back. “Finally joining us?” She asked, grinning back at him, and tugging him into the bed.

Brody

Brody’s lips quirked in amusement as he breathed out a laugh into Sebastian’s skin.  “Of course not-- you have a very rugged, masculine laugh--definitely not a drunken giggle.”  With Marley’s interjection as well, the older man simply rolled his eyes.  “Yes, absolutely fine.  Though I’d like to point out the reason that this ‘genius’ lost his balance was because someone was groping my ass while I carried two full grown adults.  And they should be grateful they ended up on the bed instead of the floor where they belong.”  

He may have been managing okay with Marley carding through his hair, but the minute her hands began trailing along his marks, Brody’s eyes drifted shut and he hummed in pleasure as she left tingles along the raised tissue.  That old horse injury on his shoulder; the burn on his stomach-- every one a reminder, and every soft drag across it the nonsensical reassurance that validated him regardless of them.  It didn’t make sense that he basically got off on the sensation, his cock beginning to stiffen against her leg, but hey-- sometimes arousal was just weird.  His smile grew affectionately as Bas referred to the girl by the nickname-- like they’d been doing this forever-- and he breathed into her ear, “Anything you want, Marls,” before licking along the shell.  But he really did need to fix himself up, much as it killed him to pull away from the warmth of them both.  Although it was nice to hear both vocalize a protest at his departure-- apparently he wasn’t just a third wheel after all.  Or he was a mind-blowing third wheel, which was equally flattering.

Brody’s eyes were fixed on the scene before him: the way Bas’s mouth freaking hooked onto Marley’s skin possessively, fervidly, and yet achingly soft as he suckled at her chest.  The way his nimble fingers danced across her nub, playing her like a freaking piano, all while Marley’s tiny hands stroked his erection slowly and deliberately as her teeth left their own marks along his neck.  It was way better than porn, Brody was pretty sure as he twisted his hand around his dick, adjusting the friction for a change of pace.  

When Marley took notice of him, he flashed her a smirk.  “Thought I told you not to let him take charge?” he replied, nodding at the man clearly enjoying himself.  He was sure he would have had a witty add-on for the statement, but as she dragged him closer, Marley’s lips smoothed over his sensitive head, causing him to release his grip and let out a breathy moan as she enveloped him in her wet heat.  “Fuck,” he whispered, fixing her with a smirk as she pulled back and eyed him eagerly, and easily falling to his knees onto the bed.

“You want us both, Princess?” he growled deviously, pulling two pillows closer and stacking them on top of each other between himself and Sebastian.  “We can definitely do that.  On your back.”  He guided her to an arch, as her head rested on the mattress sidled next to Bas’ leaking cock, back braced over the pillow and legs settled on the other side where Brody was now straddling her.  The older man took a moment to appreciate the way she was stretched out, breasts on perfect display, red marks starting to dot up along her upper torso, and her perfect blue eyes as they watched both him and the younger man.  “Anything you can get your hands on is yours, Marls,” he told her, “But certain parts may be preoccupied.”  He smirked and reached over for Bas’ cock, stroking it in his hand in order to guide some precum against Marley’s lips, all while his own dick grinded slowly into her stomach.  He arched an eyebrow at the younger man, encouraging him to take over for himself, before sliding his free hand along Marley’s entrance and groaning, “Fuck you’re wet.”  He reached over for one of the condoms, because he needed to be in Marley, like, now.  “Fucking soaked.  Bas, did you do this?” He turned from Sebastian to Marley, trying to goad them both as they worked each other over, even while Marley couldn’t really answer and was making it pretty damn hard to concentrate for himself.  “Did he fucking work you over so hard you’re already set to be wrecked?”  He tore off the foil and rolled the latex over himself, glancing back to the green eyes level with his own, “Did you want to switch Bas?  I mean, I want to watch you take her mouth-- I want her tongue all over your fucking cock while you use those damn hands on her nipples, just tease her till she’s buzzing all around you.  I want you to watch me slam into her until her mouth’s just that much tighter around your cock because she can’t scream.  I want to have her reach over and tease your balls, fucking having you cum down her throat, while I…” he slid his hand down her skin, circling along her clit and pinching it gently as he moved to line up his cock at her entrance.  “So, last chance, Bas-- are you where you want to be?”  He dipped his tip in slightly, practically dying as he remained still right between Marley’s thighs, locking eyes with Sebastian pointedly.

Sebastian

"Yes, thank you," Sebastian replied, drawing a line up and down Brody's spine with his finger idly. "Rugged and manly and not at all giggly." Sebastian was hardly the type to describe himself as manly, in all honesty - even he wasn't that delusional. He scoffed at Brody's claim, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, you should've been prepared for distractions. You can hardly expect us to keep our hands to ourselves, Brodes. You're pretty gropable." Was that a word? It was now. Or so his booze-addled mind had decided. Still, the fact that Brody was strong enough to carry them both at once was giving him way too many ideas that he was too drunk to process right now.

"Yeah," Sebastian breathed, a smirk playing on his lips against Marley's neck, breath hitching as his best friend wrapped her hand around him. His hips rolled into the touch automatically, as his finger increased the pressure on Marley's clit, her groan making him echo with one of his own. He smirked against her collarbone at Brody's statement, resisting the urge to roll his eyes - but Marley shifted to tease Brody when he returned, and rather than form some kind of comeback, his mind was far too busy cooking up everything that he wanted to do with these two - everything that he wanted to see them do to each other.

Predictably, Brody took charge, and Sebastian was hardly complaining, because it was always difficult for him to think straight in moments like this. He wanted everything, greedy to have them in every way he possibly could - and, fuck, if he had his way, he definitely would at some point. For now, though, Brody guided him towards Marley's lips, and the look that the older man gave him prompted him to run his thumb over her bottom lip to prompt her open, letting out a breath as he was instantly surrounded by the wet heat of her mouth, his hand sliding into her hair, almost for support. Eyes flickering at Brody, he gave her a smug grin. "Well somebody had to work her back up, Brodes - and you were otherwise occupied." Fuck, Brody was a talker. It was something that he always loved about their sexcapades. Sometimes dirty talk would just make him cringe, but Brody never failed to hit just the right note with him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognised that it might have something to do with the person who was doing the talking, but he was too distracted to the drag of Marley's tongue over his cock to even process the thought properly. "Fuck-- yeah. I'm good here." He ran his free hand down to Marley's breast, thumb teasing over her nipple lightly. "So good, Marls. Fuck."

Marley

“He does giggle.” Marley agreed, smiling impishly over at Sebastian, and sticking her tongue out at him. Her lips pouted when Brody reminded her it was her fault he stumbled, and she shrugged. “You have a nice ass, and I was playing with your scar. You like it.” She commented, stroking the scar over his eyebrow tenderly.

She wasn’t lying  when she said he liked it. She watched, her blue eyes peering over at Sebastian, then back at Brody as he hardened against her leg. Leaning in, she kissed his neck softly. “See.” She whispered, nipping at the skin. A shudder ran down her spine at his words, and she nodded. “Everything. I want it all.” She mumbled, and after the older teacher left, Marley continued stroking Sebastian in almost a needy fashion. Her lips, and nails leaving marks on his skin. It was still kind of unreal that this was happening. The comfort in being able to lay her with Sebastian, pretty much getting him off while Brody seemingly cleaned himself up was an amazing feeling. She was a selfish woman, she knew that, but she didn’t care. Roughly biting at her best friends neck, she smirked, her legs spreading further apart as he exploded her, her hips arching towards his touch.

Even with this attention, she wanted both of them on her. Like she said, she was a selfish woman, and the best way to do it was her way. Grinning as his taste filled her mouth, she licked her lips, grinning up at him, and waggling her finger so he could join them. “Hello to you too.” She cooed, her blue eyes twinkling as she peered over at him. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?” And like that, Brody took control. Propping her on pillows, shifting so he was between her thighs, and so close to her warm heat, she could practically feel him. “So I won’t get punished for using my hands?” She teased, biting her lip as Brody brought Sebastian’s cock towards her mouth. Her best friend stroked her lip, and she nipped at his finger, before she felt his cock slip into her mouth. Moaning around him, she went to work, her eyes looking back and forth between the two as Brody talked. He always talked so much, which was amusing. He never talked this much outside of the bedroom. At least it didn’t seem like that. Gripping Bas’ hips, she popped him out of her mouth. “Fuck me.” She told Brody, her hips jerking forward against his cock so his tip entered her, and she whimpered, taking Sebastian back into her mouth, moaning as he began teasing her breast. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his cock, as she squeezed his hips with one hand, and stroked his balls with the other.

Brody

Sebastian’s finger along his skin caused a sharp inhale on Brody’s part as he suppressed a shudder-- although his words definitely helped, because rugged and manly were really not the first words that came to mind with Bas, and just hearing him say it was pretty damn amusing.  He smirked at Marley’s retort, “Apparently I’ve been overruled,” he shrugged unapologetically.  The two of them were ridiculous, honestly, but at this point Brody kind of adored it.  “I don’t--” he sucked in a sharp breath, humming lightly as he rolled into her gentle touch “--hate it, I suppose,” he forced himself to finish, though it came out anything but casual, before turning to Bas, “I guess you’re right, Bas.  I mean, Marls said it:  I have a nice ass.  One with some shape to it-- although I guess concave can be considered a shape-- so I guess you could be onto something.  Although I may not be trustworthy enough to carry two grabby drunks if I’m that irresistible.”  He chuckled, sliding a hand over to grip Sebastian’s backside because all this talk of asses just put him in that mood and damn that thing had grown on him.

“That it was, Marls,” Brody agreed, leaning in to kiss her, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip hungrily.  He wished he had time-- or the patience, more appropriately-- to just kiss her, to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue.  But goddamn he could barely breathe for how hard he was right now, so he’d just have to wait on another time.  As he guided her down he quirked an eyebrow at her joke, “It’s your game, Marls-- whatever you want,” he reminded her, splaying his hand down the valley of her breasts, pressing against her stomach and sliding over to grip her wrist teasingly.  His other hand was reveling at the feel of Bas’ shaft, his thumb tracing up and down the vein as he stroked it lightly.  He pressed his hips hard against Marley as the younger man reached out, stroking the girl’s lip sensually, her lips wrapping around his fingers before she opened up and took him in, a jolt of lust shifting his hand up to grab the man’s shoulder so he could lean in and claim his lips roughly, because fuck.  

He did manage to regain control of himself after a second, though, and pulled back to find some relief of his own.  The older man slipped a finger inside Marley probingly, licking his lips as he slid against her slicked up walls easily.  He flashed a grin over at Bas’ retort, “I suppose I should be grateful then.  Because fuck, Marls--” he pulled out the soaked digit and wrapped his lips around it, savoring the taste, bucking his hips again before he wrapped and lined himself up with the girl.  He watched as Sebastian groaned, eyes blown  while Marley did her work, although apparently he waited too long for the girl as she ground up against him, pulling out of Bas long enough to demand Brody’s attention.  That was enough for Brody, obviously, and he pushed in with one fluid motion, completely sheathing himself inside of her as he kept his eyes on the scene before him.  As he began moving inside of her, building up a rhythm, he shifted his body to better balance his weight, bracing one hand below her stomach, thumb circling her clit; and the other snaking up toward the breast not currently occupied by Sebastian, because that peacock already got his turn, dammit.  “God fucking holy hell--” he grunted with a particularly rough thrust against her walls, pinching the nipple between his fingers.  “Fuck, Marls-- Bas-- I just want you to fuck each other like this for the rest of the fucking night.  So fucking hot…”  

Sebastian

Sebastian wrinkled his nose at their insistence. "Well your ears were clearly mistaken, then," he replied, sticking his tongue out at Marley in a (super mature, manly) reply. He watched Marley's finger stroke over Brody's scars, smirking at the noises coming from the other man. "Oh yeah. You're making that much clear." He had to admit, Brody's scars were pretty damn hot. He couldn't blame his best friend for being so attached to them. He scoffed at Brody's comment about his ass, and grinned triumphantly when his hand gripped onto said ass. "Right. Because your talk about my ass having no shape to it really makes sense when you're groping me. As always, your logic never fails to impress, Brodes." Not that he was complaining - because, hey, who would complain in this situation?

Shuddering as Brody's hand wreaked havoc on his senses and Marley's lips wrapped around his finger and then his cock. He could barely even think straight - every thought in his brain swirling together into incoherent murmurings of praise and expletives, some of which may or may not have escaped through his lips before Brody claimed his mouth, making Sebastian press into the kiss with equal fervor, his tongue demanding.

"Hey, any time, Brodes," Sebastian quipped, but his voice was a little rough with lust. His eyes shifted to where Brody's finger was wrapping his lips around his own finger, his throat running dry. God. There were so many things going on that he could barely keep up - his own cock enveloped in a delicious heat, Marley spread out between them, Brody's cock disappearing inside her. His thumb circled Marley's nipple, before skimming over the nub, and he rolled his head back with a heady moan. Shit. How could he ever top this experience?  "Seeing you two together-- is nothing-- to scoff at either--" he managed through panted breath. "Fucking gorgeous."  

Marley

“You so do.” Marley teased, laughing at Sebastian’s tone. This felt nice. Carefree. She grinned as she explored his scars gauging his reaction. She liked this. Fuck, she liked it a lot. Grinning over at Sebastian, she shrugged. “I mean it seems logical.” She teased, wiggling her ass. “Mine is the best!” Though she loved theirs, so there is that. “You could so do it! You already did! I can play nice!”

Brody’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and she groaned, practically leaning into the kiss because fuck, he could kiss. She watched Brody finger Sebastian's cock, and it was such a sensory overload. She was practically dying here. She wanted it all. She wanted them both. This was hers. Sebastian filled her mouth, and hit the back of her throat. Her blue eyes darkened as she watched the two men kissed, and she wished she could say more. Instead, she swallowed around Sebastian, taking him deeper in her mouth.

Brody slid a finger into her, and her hips jerked forward, her eyes rolling back as she watched him lick his finger. Groaning against Sebastian’s cock, Marley felt him enter her, and went to work. This had to be the best feeling in the world, and Bas’ sentiment was right. Watching them inside of her, kissing, together. Fuck, it was beautiful.

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Relationship Soundtrack || Brody Weston, Sebastian Smythe, Marley Rose || Third Degree Burns

Fix (Chris Lane)   That long drink, that sugar on your lips/ That favorite habit, you gotta have it, you can’t quit

Nicotine (Panic! At the Disco)   I taste your lips and I can’t get rid of you/ So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys)   (Do I wanna know) if this feeling flows both ways?/ (Sad to see you go) was sorta hoping that you’d stay

Dark Side (Kelly Clarkson)  There’s a place that I know/ It’s not pretty there and few have ever gone/ If I show it to you now/ Will it make you run away?

Flaws (Bastille) You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve/ and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Never Let Me Go (Florence and the Machine) And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me...And it’s over/ And I’m going under

I Found (Amber Run)   And I’ll use you as a warning sign/ that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind/ And I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

I Hate You, I Love You (Gnash feat Olivia O’Brien)   Fucked around and got too attached to you/ Friends can break your heart too

Vanilla Twilight (Owl City)  I look at my hands and feel sad/ ‘cause the spaces between my fingers/ are right where yours fit perfectly

I Don’t Wanna Know (Maroon Five feat Kendrick Lamar)  Wasted/ And the more I drink the more I think about you...My friends are acting strange/ They don’t bring up your name/ Are you happy now?

I’m Coming Over (Chris Young) Try not to think about you/ But it ain’t working/ Why put out a fire when it’s still burning

All Time Low (Jon Bellion) I’ve been trying to fix my pride/ But that shit’s broken/ Lie (lie, lie), I try to hide/ But now you know it

Bonus Track:

Stay a Little Longer (Thompson Brothers) I tell myself I’m not in love/ but one more time’s just not enough

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para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 8

Brody

Brody’s hand curled around Marley’s ankle-- pretty much the most he could touch her at this point.  He was basically the caboose of this conga line, for now, which he’d chosen, but that meant the best he could do was grind his fingers roughly, desperately, against her skin, wishing like hell he was further up.  Not that his current position was a bad one.  His tongue was pushing and pulling carefully along Bas’ walls, stretching him out because Brody was planning on doing a lot more than rimming him by the time he was through, and he had a whole extra person to do it with-- if he could win out this round.  Sebastian swore, and Brody paused, but the younger man seemed stubborn, so instead, Brody slid his extra hand around him, curling his fingers around to cup his balls, massaging them teasingly.  “Come on, Bas,” he growled into the other man’s skin, tongue lapping a few times at his entrance before dipping back in, pushing up against his prostate.

When Marley cried out to be untied, Brody suddenly paused, his brain blank with hazy confusion.  She was asking to be untied-- did she mean it?  Was he hurting her?  He hadn’t really checked, maybe it was too much...but Bas’s response soothed him.  He’d made safe words-- she was fine.  Frustrated, apparently, but when had that ever stopped Brody from getting what he wanted?  He curled a nail hard into her bone, pulling away from his place to sidle back along Bas’ ear, biting constantly along his back on his way up, and sucking hard at the back of his neck.  He shifted over the younger man, breath hot in his ear as he nipped the shell roughly.   “What do you think Bas?  She wants you to have a turn.  How much longer are you going to make her wait?  How much longer can you wait, Bas?”  He reached down and teased the man’s balls with his fingertips.  “Go on and tell her what you want, Bas.  All you have to do is ask,” he reminded him with a smirk. 

Sebastian

God, Brody's tongue - he was pretty sure he'd never be able to forget the way that Brody's tongue felt stretching him out. It was tantalising, yet torturous at the same time - making him yearn for more. He could feel himself edging closer and closer to that breaking point - especially as Brody began to tease his balls, making him groan again. But, no. He had to stay strong. Despite the fact that his dripping cock was very much against that idea.

Sebastian took his mouth away from Marley for a few seconds to assess her. "Green, Marls?" Her frustration was understandable - he remembered all too well what it was like not to be able to move his hands. He remembered the desperation of needing to touch. Fuck, he was feeling it himself - not being allowed to touch himself, to get the friction he was so desperate for. When Marley gave them the all-clear, though, he nodded, nipping at her thigh again, before returning his lips to nip at her clit, his finger sliding inside her this time - warm, wet and tight... which really wasn't helping the frustration as the reminder of what it felt like when Marley was wrapped around him flashed through his mind. Not that the sounds she was making as his tongue flicked over her soft nub again was anything to scoff at.

The combination of Brody's lips, the light touching - fuck, his goading forced a whimper from the back of his throat, but there was no chance in hell he was losing this one. Not when he'd come so close to begging the last time. Fuck, Brody did know how to put him in a vulnerable position. Not that Sebastian didn't enjoy the challenge. His breath hitched as the pads of Brody's fingers skimmed over his balls. "I want--" he swallowed around the words, forcing them back down his throat, and forcing his lips into a far more confident smirk than he was sure he could manage. "Want to make Marley scream my name."

Marley

Flexing her ankle against Brody’s hand, Marley groaned. She had a feeling Brody was teasing Bas, and why that surprised her, she didn’t know. Though, in all actuality she figured their relationship was like that. She was trying her best to hold off on cumming. It was stupid, but she didn’t want it to end. Sebastian asked if she was fine, and Marley nodded. “Ye..yeah. Green.” She groaned, biting down on her lip, looking at both men, because she wanted to touch someone, but being tied up was hot. Wanting them so desperately she might explode turned her on. She didn’t really know why Brody’s control in the bed surprised her, but seeing him like  this, watching the best she could from her position was a turn on. He gave Bas some power though, and she bit down on her lips, arching forward. “Yeah? You want that?” She thrust her hips forward towards Bas’ mouth. “Oh fuck. I wanna cum! Make me scream your name!”

Brody

Thank God Bas was paying attention, because numbers and color coding were kind of lost on Brody right now-- the next time they got into this, he’d have to make sure he was less drunk.  He could feel the tension in Marley’s ankle, the muscles straining, and the thought of what the rest of her was doing-- the parts that he was so fucking far away from-- all with Bas making those desperate gorgeous sounds, caused him to lose it a little, grinding against the foot of the bed, groaning achingly as he gave himself a little relief.  He swallowed thickly, before returning to Bas, eager to push him off that high horse he was constantly riding.  

Brody was drunk, true, but he really did think for a second he might have won out on this one-- Bas was straining beneath him, and he was getting hit from both sides.  That had to be worth something, right?  But the answer pissed him off, and he let some of his frustration show as he bit down on Bas’ shoulder roughly at his words.  He couldn’t help but bark out a throaty chuckle though, when Marley’s voice came out loud and clear-- she was definitely eager to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.  Not much of a challenge, but it was still kind of hot-- like just, Marley, he supposed.  The way he imagined the one in the back of his head that his mind didn’t seem to connect with the girl before him.  “Well, if that’s all you want…” Brody affirmed, pulling into a sit, hand withdrawing from between Bas’ legs to slap him hard on the ass.  “I think you’ve got your permission right there.  I guess, I’ll just have to amuse myself in the meantime…”  He took a deep breath and steeled himself, because he genuinely wasn’t sure whether this would work-- he hadn’t memorized Bas completely yet, and the bastard was being stubborn.  But he took two of his fingers, slicking them up as best he could with his own tongue, before leaning back over and ghosting his hand down the younger man’s chest, pausing at one of his nipples and circling it carefully and giving it a light tweak.  His mouth, meanwhile was making its own mark along Sebastian’s shoulders, grazing and nipping and sucking as he panted heavily against the lean form hovering beneath him, working his own magic on the gorgeous girl spread out before them.  “God the things I could do to you,” he hummed in between Marley’s cries, knowing the other man could still hear.  “The things we could do to you.  The ways I want to open you up, to make you cum, just like her...just as fucking hard as she’s going to cum, Bas.  We can make her cum again, if you just let me help you...Don’t you remember how I made you cum before, Bas?  How I fucking filled you, held your cock?  You came so hard, and so good.  Just like her.  I bet she wants to be part of that.  Wants to see that…”  He was growling lowly now, barely able to keep himself steady as he raked his nails across Bas’ sensitive flesh and up Marley’s leg.  God he wanted them both so bad-- why did Bas have to be so fucking greedy?  Marley wasn’t-- he wished he could just give her a proper thank you, instead of being stuck digging his hands needily along her leg, pinching at any skin that he could get his hands on that didn’t feel nearly satisfying enough.

Sebastian

Despite his bravado, Sebastian wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. Marley's gasps and groans were driving him insane, and when Brody's teeth sunk into his shoulder, he hissed. He felt some satisfaction over the fact that he was clearly riling Brody up, though. Serves the asshole right for holding out on him. He couldn't help but wonder how desperate the other was to just give in already. It was the one tiny piece of hope that he held onto, for the sake of his own pride. Well, that, and Marley's words - which were definitely something that he wanted to follow up. "God, yeah, Marls - cum for me," he said, coming out in a scratch from the back of his throat. He wasn't sure how he was still holding it all together at this point - his head fogged over with lust for the other two.

Another whine escaped him when Brody withdrew, his fingers raking at Marley's stomach a little desperately. And then Brody was listing everything that he was craving - hitting every weak point that he had, and it honestly just wasn't fair. How he was managing to keep his hand steady to open Marley up with his finger, he'll never know - but he managed to slide in a second along with the first, groaning at the feeling of her tightening around him. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore. But he couldn't beg. He couldn't. Not like he knew Brody wanted him to. He swallowed thickly, desperate eyes seeking out Brody's. "Fuck me." His voice took a pleading note, and he hoped that it was enough to satisfy the older man.

Marley

Marley shifted a bit, her headboard creaking as she moved, her head slightly spinning. Whether it be from the drinks, or the Sebastian’s tongue, she wasn’t sure. She had no problem letting her needs be known, even if she realized she was giving them power, she was the one tied up, so she was okay with that. Nodding her head, her hips jerked forward, groaning at Bas’ words. She was close, it wouldn’t take much to get her to cum, but for a moment she watched Sebastian and Brody. That was almost enough to send her over the edge right there, and she had the image of Brody in her position, and having him beg her.. Having both of them beg her. Fuck. Sebastian’s fingers entered her, and her hips jerked once again. She could feel a warmth building up inside of her, she was going to come. Whimpering, she tugged against her restraints, her eyes closing as her heels dug into the mattress. She cried out loudly, almost an animal like cry, as she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. “SEBASTIAN!” She shouted as her eyes shut tightly, seeing stars.

Brody

Brody actually had a pretty decent view of Marley by this point, keeping his blue eyes fixed on her even as he whispered to the man beneath him.  Her straining, her keening, her eyes completely dilated from lust-- it killed him that he wasn’t part of it.  But he would, he kept telling himself.  Once Sebastian stopped being such a selfish piece of shit, he would give Marley everything she deserved.  He just needed a little time.  His fingers circled around Bas’ nipple again, toying with the peak as he pinched it lightly, breath hitching as he felt Sebastian reacting beneath him.  

A noise began building, primal and desperate, and screamed out into a name as Brody watched Marley cum.  He bit hard into Bas’ shoulder again, his own hips trembling with need and want at the sight and the heavy feeling in the air that seemed to accompany it.  “Good girl,” he gasped out from where he was pressed against Bas’ skin.  “Absolutely gorgeous, Marls.”  It was here that Bas seemed to lose his composure as well, because his body shifted beneath the older man’s head angling up for release.  It was the tone, the wide eyed desperation, that Brody had craved...but not the words.  He’d relented last time, played easy on Bas’ pride, and they’d both come out well for it.  But this time?  “Fuck you, what, Sebastian?” he repeated back, voice low and firm.  It was the exact opposite of how he was feeling-- he just wanted to fucking kiss the man and woman beneath him and fuck them both into oblivion.  But the game was instilled deep, and Brody wanted to win.  “I want my dick inside of you--  I want you deep inside of her.  She’s still got another O to go, Bas.  And I want her fucking hands all over you-- I want you to be raked over like you gave a cat a fucking bath.  But if you want to be part of that, to be completely fucking surrounded inside and out, I want to hear you say the words-- ask me right.”  He was breathing heavily, entire body frozen as he held Sebastian in place between himself and Marley, his own shaft so hard it was close to killing him.  But he’d let it before he gave in to Bas’ pride again.  He just needed it-- just this once…

Sebastian

Fuck, he wished he could see Marley's face right now - but from his position, all he could do was take in the gorgeous noises that she was making and revel in the way that she moved underneath him. Each jerk of her hims fuelled his ego even further - egged him on and made him more determined. Brody's finger circled and pinched his nipple and he took in a sharp, shuddered breath, his pulse racing.

His frustration wasn't helped any by the way that his best friend screamed his name. Fuck, she sounded wrecked - and all he could do was work her through her orgasm and try not to come apart himself. He wasn't proud of the fact that he'd been so desperate for Brody, but apparently the older teacher wasn't letting up. A frustrated groan escaped his lips. "Brody," he breathed, his voice taking on a warning tone. But the picture that was being painted inside his mind - Brody driving into him, Sebastian inside Marley, making her keen once more - shit, he was so desperate for it. His skin was flushed, his body sensitive to every touch. Brody's voice went straight to his cock as he demanded for better. He squeezed his eyes shut, something inside him breaking. "Please." He let out a shaky breath, the vulnerability not lost upon him. "Fuck me. Please." And fuck, just like that, he'd lost the game.

Marley

Marley felt like her entire body was on fire, and in all honesty, all rational thought was gone. She just felt so, so good. Marley’s blue eyes opened and she caught Brody's gaze. Her chest heaved as she began coming down from her orgasm, her chest still heaving. “Brode..” She gasped out, the back of her leg brushing against Sebastian.

She groaned at the older teachers words, while her body was still sensitive, her hips jerked forward. “I want to touch him.” She whimpered. She wanted to touch both of them. “Fuck, I want to touch you. I want to touch both of you!”

Brody

God, it was ridiculous-- she screamed out Sebastian’s name, but it was the hoarse shudder of his own that had Brody drawing blood on Sebastian’s shoulder.  He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer if the younger man didn’t give in soon.  God, he begged him internally to give in.  Marley’s voice was still keening, still desperate, and Brody let out a breath of relief mingled with a throaty moan as that “please” worked it’s way out of Sebastian’s mouth, the younger man giving himself over completely.  His breathing shuddered, so turned on that he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t cum off of the request alone.  But he’d made a promise, and the blue-eyed male cupped Bas’ chin, bringing their faces together and kissing him firmly, but without his prior aggression.  “Whatever you want, Bas,” he murmured into his mouth, tongue trailing against his lip, dipping into his hot breath and kissing him again with unbridled reverence.  “Anything you want.”

Of course, anything he wanted would take a minute.  Brody’s thumb gently caressed the man’s cheek before he pulled away completely, practically bounding forward to where Marley was still heaving, wrists red and raw as they remained bound together.  This was really because of her, let’s be honest-- probably more her victory than Brody’s.  “God, Princess, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her lips, as his hands worked at the belt.  “So fucking perfect, but I need you to wait one more minute, okay?  I need you to help me and just stay, okay?  And then you can have whatever you want.  But I still owe you something.”  He waited to get her affirmation, her understanding, before releasing her wrists entirely, kissing her again gently and then crawling across the mattress and leaning over the bed, digging through his jacket that had managed its way into the room with them.  

Thank god for Lily-- Brody couldn’t believe that her stupid goody bag gag gift was a godsend right now. He pawed through the thing, pulling out the lube and condoms that were buried beneath the confetti and poppers: not even 3 oz, but how much did he really need for one night, right?  He hoped at least, as he handed one of the condoms to Marley, “He’ll need this.” before smirking at Bas, adding to the man, “so go get it.”  As for himself, he shakily tore at the wrapper of his own, rolling the latex over his hyper-sensitive dick that was throbbing in anticipation.  He shifted over to the head of the bed where Sebastian and Marley were now crowded, hands sliding up along Bas’ arms and gripping him firmly as he placed himself behind him.  The lube was cold, and he shuddered as he stroked himself, building up some friction with the slick coating.  Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long, he knew, as he moved to line himself up against Sebastian’s entrance.  “Are you ready?” he breathed unsteadily, kissing up his jaw from behind as he entered him, groaning gutterally as Bas’ heat surrounded him, threatening to kill him as he waited.  He just wanted this so badly, gasping desperately for the younger man to acclimate to him, and then bucking his hips hard as he pulled halfway out and thrust back into him.

Sebastian

Sebastian was still shaking, equal parts mad and ashamed for giving in, and in a small part, relieved. Excited, even. His head was a mess of emotions that he really didn't have the time nor willpower to sort right now, because Brody's lips were on his and this... this was different. Softer. But he sunk into it nonetheless, his tongue meeting Brody's for a few split seconds. He could still feel the ghost of Brody's thumb on his cheek when Brody turned his attention to Marley, and he couldn't help but agree with Brody's statement. Fuck, how he hadn't given into temptation and slept with his best friend years ago, he'd never know. He knew he had his reasons, but those reasons seemed dumb in comparison to the sight of Marley sprawled over the bed the way that she was.

When Brody made his way over to get supplies, he squeezed Marley's thigh lightly, thumb skimming over her flushed skin. He huffed at Brody's comment when he passed the condom over to Marley, but any snarky response that Sebastian might have had was cut off when Marley rolled the condom over him, and he leaned in to taste her lips quickly, burying a quiet moan against them that even just the slight contact brought from him. He let out a quivered breath, crawling between Marley's legs, kissing her again, one hand threading into her hair and one hand reaching behind him to squeeze at Brody's hip. He sought out Marley's eyes with his own, making sure that she was still good, and when he got the confirmation he needed, he lined himself up and sunk in with one stroke, burying a loud moan in the curve of her neck when he felt Brody enter him. "Shit... Marls. Brodes. Fuck." His fingers dug into the older man's hip as he thrusted, pushing him further into Marley and making him choke out a gasp at the overwhelming amount of sensations - Brody's cock, Marley's heat - fuck, he wasn't going to last long at all at this rate.

Marley

Finally no longer feeling like she was jelly, Marley’s eyes opened to the scene in front of her, she felt like the heavens opened up or something, because  the two of them were erotic. Marley could see they were different with each other, and for a moment she watched Brody kiss Bas, now more gentle than before, and she felt herself become aroused all over again.

Hissing as she felt Brody’s hand over her tender wrist, Marley turned her attention towards him, her entire body on fire. “Mmmm…” She closed her eyes as he began kissing her, clinging to the kiss longer than she should. “Don’t tease me…” She warned, but he released her wrist, and she nodded her head. Flexing her wrist a few times, Marley bit down on his lip as he pulled away, and nodded. “I expect full payback.’ She warned, and watched as he grabbed things from his supply bag. While he did this, Bas squeezed her thigh, and Marley wrapped a leg around him, grinning at her best friend. She promised to play nice, so she didn’t reach for Sebastian the way she wanted to. Brody handed her a condom, and Marley winked, leaning forward, and kissing Sebastian as she rolled the condom on him. Stroking his cock, before shifting back against her pillows, swallowing, because fuck, this was going to be amazing. “Ready.” She told him, pressing herself against him, and when he finally entered her, she cried out, her head falling back, because holy shit this was amazing. Brody thrust into Sebastian, pushing Sebastian deeper inside of her and, oh it was incredible. Digging her nails into Sebastian’s back as they kissed, her other hand reached for Brody, tugging at his hair.

#ttl #smut #Sebastian Smythe #Marley Rose #para #Everybody Loves Counting #p. Marley #p. Sebastian #New Year's Eve #holidays #Brobastrose

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para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 9

Brody

From inside Sebastian, Brody was practically trembling, his thrusts not nearly as even or fluid as they should be.  Marley’s fingers pulled at his hair, and he undulated against the younger man as he tried to keep his balance, a desperate groan ripping from his throat as his pace increased in speed and strength.  “God.  So...good,” he gasped, his hand cupping over Bas’ on his hip, overlapping his fingers against the other man’s and squeezing, while his other hand wrapped around his stomach, pulling him in close as he finally picked up a steady rhythm and shifted his angle, pounding hard against Bas’ prostate.  “God, Bas...touch her-- I can’t...just...touch her…”  He moaned again as his cock pushed into Sebastian’s walls, fingers splayed against his tight stomach and wishing like hell he had a few more hands, because he just wanted to do so much, and he was already fully occupied so that he could only grip down in the crook of Sebastian’s neck, sucking hard as he licked up the beads of sweat escaping the other man’s skin.

Sebastian

Sebastian returned Marley's kiss hungrily, dragging her lower lip over his teeth, before returning to dip his tongue in and massage her tongue with his. Her fingernails raked his back, and he let out a shuddered breath.

If he were to try and explain the sensations that he was feeling to someone, he'd have struggled. Sebastian had been in threesomes before - but never quite like this. Never in this position - with Brody pounding at his prostate, Marley's tightness surrounding him. All he could do was let Brody set the pace, his stomach muscles contracting below Brody's hand. "Yeah," he panted in agreement with Brody's statement, moving the hand digging into the older man's waist to follow it up, hand skimming down Marley's dress and then up her thigh to return to her clit, circling it gently, his breath hitching with every stroke of Brody's cock inside him. His heart was pounding in his chest and his body felt like it was going to overheat from it all.

Marley

Marley tugged at Brody’s hair as she and Sebastian kissed. Running her nails ran down Sebastian back. “More!” Marley cried out, because she needed more, she just didn’t know what at this point. She could feel them everywhere, but at the same time, she craved so much more. “Fuck!” She whimpered at Brody’s request, and soon felt Sebastian’s fingers dancing across her clit. “Oh… Oh Sebastian!” She groaned, pulling him into another kiss as she felt him hit her cervix. She felt like she was on fire, fuck maybe this feeling will never end. Pulling away from the kiss, she gasped for air, before moving her hand on Sebastian’s back towards her breast, and rubbing them roughly. Her eyes fluttered open, watching the two men, and moaning. “Fuck him harder..” She egged Brody on, her legs quivering.

Brody

Brody couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him.  Watching Sebastian and Marley crash into each other caused a surge through his blood, and Marley’s desperation to be further sated was intoxicating.  He was a little disappointed to lose the feel of the younger man’s hand against his skin, but to see Marley writhing and gasping was well worth it.  She guided Sebastian’s hand over her sparkling gold dress, massaging her chest, and Brody choked a little.  “Fuck--”  

Fuck him harder.  Marley’s words echoed in Brody’s head, surrounded by the blood rushing in his ears even as it jolted straight down to his cock.  He’d definitely heard the request before, but in his hazy recollection this definitely felt like the first time it had been requested on another person’s behalf.  He nodded curtly, breathing Sebastian in deeply and leaning to peck his face lightly before pulling back, his foot sliding behind him to brace his toes against the mattress, hand leaving the intoxicating tension of the younger man’s abs to rest on his shoulder, while his other curled around his inner thigh, lifting it up and back slightly to open Bas up for a better angle.  Brody pulled out of him to the tip, pausing to compose himself before slamming hard back inside, repeating the move without respite as fluidly and fervidly as he could manage.  Once again he was out of Marley’s reach, and yet as he watched her react to Sebastian’s thrusts-- his thrusts-- he felt like he was practically inside her himself, and the thought had his thighs buzzing, and his balls pulling up tight as they slapped against Sebastian.  “I’m gonna--” he gasped.  “Marls, Bas-- I’m-- fuck--”  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out as his nails dug into Bas’ thigh and shoulder.

Sebastian

A groan fell from Sebastian's lips when Marley made her request. Fuck, yeah. Harder was good. He was shifted in position, heart quickening in his chest in anticipation for what was to come. He adjusted Marley's legs around him to support the new angle, before returning his hand to bring Marley closer to the brink.

When Brody slammed inside him, a strangled gasp escaped him, driving him inside Marley at an accelerated force. His breath hitched with every thrust, gasping and groaning with each brush of the small bundle of nerves inside him, each time he was slammed inside Marley. Everything was hypersensitive, and it was pushing him closer and closer. He could barely even process anything anymore, his head was so dizzy, and he was only vaguely aware of Brody's words, but he still managed to follow it up with a sentiment of his own. "Fuck, Marls--" He whimpered between panted breaths, "Brodes, I'm-- close. I'm close--"

Marley

Marley couldn’t get over the sensation. Each thrust felt like she was being fucked by both of them, and her legs were already sore, but she wanted more. Brody quickly gave into her request, and her bed practically creaking at this point. Marley’s were shut so tightly, that she felt like she was seeing stars. She wasn’t going to last long, and from their words neither were they. Her nails dug into Sebastian’s back again, and Marley cried out. “Bas! Oh Bas!” She whimpers. “Brody!” It was insane. How could she feel this amazing? Pulling her best friend into a kiss, she knew she was going to climax soon, she could barely hold it back. “Cum..” She demanded both of them, wanting them to come with her, needing them to come with her. Marley forced her blue eyes open so she could watch them when it happens. Wanting to remember the best her drunken mind could.

Brody

The mewls and whimpers were too much-- the heat and the sweat and the fact that he was completely wrecked on both alcohol and pride at his win (something he was going to happily hold in his memory long after Sebastian had moved on from their arrangement) drove Brody past his breaking point as he pulled Bas’ leg further back against him, hoping like hell the man’s flexibility wouldn’t fail.  His body spasmed as Marley demanded a response from both of them, and god was he more than willing to comply, the power of his orgasm almost painful in its release.  He groaned, loud and guttural and a little broken, collapsing over Sebastian as he rode through it, filling the condom inside the younger man jerkily as his grip relaxed and body slowed, fingers rubbing along the sweat-soaked skin beneath them.

He was spent-- Brody was merely grateful that Bas had managed to outlast him long enough to finish Marley and himself, because immediately after the older man simply flopped sideways like a dead fish, collapsing onto the mattress with an exhausted release of air.  Holy fuck that was an effort.  His limbs felt heavy, but he still reached out, wriggling to inch closer to the others, his toes brushing back and forth along the gangly leg splayed out beside him, and his fingers curling over Marley’s tiny ones as he panted, not quite able to move besides those two miniscule and yet draining efforts.  His heart was pounding hard in his ears, and if anyone said anything, he completely missed it as he simply waited for his body to recover.  Luckily, his stubborn desire to be closer still to his companions overrode his urge to simply pass out, and after a long few minutes he grunted and rolled sideways, propping himself up and flashing a drained smirk over at the younger two.  

Sebastian

Sebastian could feel the strain on his leg when Brody pulled on it, stretching him to his limits, but it was another sensation lost in the flood. The way that Brody groaned as he pulsed inside him nearly had Sebastian tumbling over the edge alongside him - but he managed to hold it together just in time, his breath hitching and stomach tightening with exertion as Brody rode out his orgasm.

It was a strange sensation when Brody pulled out, and the loss of the heat and weight behind him left him burning for more. On the bright side, though, it allowed him to move more freely - something that he was going to take to his advantage so that he could give Marley the orgasm she deserved. He adjusted their position so that Marley's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to thrust in deeper, breath hitching with each drive of his hips. He could feel Brody's foot brush over his leg, and that was enough to urge him on. Crashing his lips with Marley's once more, a rush of ecstasy ran through his entire being, sending his head spinning, his movements becoming more erratic as a combination of spluttered words fell from his mouth in a nonsensical order - expletives, praises, Marley's name, Brody - fuck, he wasn't even sure anymore, but he spilled his release with a choked groan, against Marley's neck, his thumb still working her through her own orgasm.

Marley

Marley’s head flew back in pleasure as she dug her nails deeper into Sebastian’s back as her other hand clutched the sheets. At this point she was sweaty, her dress clinging to her skin, and she was hot, and her hair was messed up, but that didn’t matter. She has never felt sexier than she did right now. She watched as Brody began to climax, moaning at the sight of him letting go, as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body.

It felt weird not having Brody push them on. Marley’s head turned towards the older man as he watched them, groaning, because she kind of liked the idea of him seeing her. She could tell he was spent for now, and so ready to cum, because she was so close. Her legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist as he began fucking her, his thrust slightly erratic as he stroked her clit, and she came not soon after him, her walls tightening around his cock as they fluttered, and she screamed both their names, before falling back on the bed panting. “Holy shit.. That-..” She shook her head. “Wow.”

Brody

Flat on his back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, Brody could feel the mattress still at work as the other two finished each other off, and a small part of him felt like a dick for not bringing them both to the end, but seriously, he hadn’t really been ready for this kind of thing, and threeways took a sort of mental prep work for him, especially since he hadn’t been in one with a guy since college.  So the fact that he had managed this long, that he could still move any part of his body, even infinitesimally, to still participate in this, was a feat within itself (no pun intended-- well, maybe a little bit).  When he finally managed to roll over, he was thrilled to watch the end of Marley’s orgasm, to see her spasm desperately at Sebastian’s urging.  God they looked good together.  Like they fit: especially as the two collapsed, Marley back onto the pillow and Bas’ body angling off of hers, draping over her curves and into the gap between his two companions.  It made the older man smile as their chests heaved, and, as he’d already selfishly caught his breath, kind of turned on, although he hadn’t recovered enough to actually act on that one yet.

Instead, he pushed himself up with his hand, rolling over to the first body to his right, placing slow, indulgent kisses along his shoulders, his jaw, his lips.  “Goddamn,” he breathed.  Sex really was when Brody tended to be willing to praise Sebastian the most, even though he really should know better-- it always came up later, and the guy’s head was big enough as it was.  “Absolutely gorgeous.  Fucking phenomenal-- there should be a shrine somewhere.”  Brody’s tongue swept at the salty beads of sweat that dotted along his path, still basking in the taste of the younger.  It was a fucking addiction.  But the haphazard mess beyond him was equally captivating, and Brody grudgingly pulled away from the one to crawl further up the bed over to where Marley was recovering.  “Hey Princess,” he greeted her softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.  “Missed you up here; because that was a hell of a thing to see.  God, you’re amazing,” he enthused, his glance sliding from Marley to Sebastian as his fingers extended downward to trail along the man’s arm, trying to subtly find his hand to include him in the compliment.  “I don’t tell you that enough.”  He squeezed his fingers around Bas appreciatively as he kept his gaze on Marley, and continued to press his lips softly, back and forth between her jaw and lips.  “But at least we caught you up there, right?” he added, grinning into her skin as he teased at the ends of her tangled hair on the other side of her body.  When it brushed along the fabric of her dress, he grimaced slightly.  “Marls, not that you don’t look sexy as hell, but aren’t you dying in this thing?”  He released her locks to tug at the fabric questioningly.  He was sweating up a storm completely naked-- how had she survived without getting heat stroke?  However, in the space before she answered, he’d already returned to nuzzling against her jaw, kissing the underside lazily as he rolled the pads of his fingers around Bas’ skin behind him.

Sebastian

Shit - Marley was a mess. Her skin was flushed, her hair haphazardly spread over the pillow beneath her and her body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat. Which... absolutely should not be as sexy to him as it is. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he mumbled into her skin, dotting lazy kisses over her collarbone before gathering himself enough to move between the two, eyelids heavy.

He was still trying to regain his breath, but Brody seemed to have just about recovered - and his skin tingled where the other started to line him with kisses, the praises making him hum with satisfaction. "You should make it in my honour," he quipped weakly, but he was distracted by Brody's tongue sweeping over his skin. He made a noise of discontent when he lost the heat of the older man's body, but it was only so that he could move on to Marley, which - yeah. Marley deserved the attention. When Brody's fingers grazed his skin, and when he found Sebastian's hand, Sebastian threaded their fingers together without thought, squeezing his hand back to show that he understood.

Brody's question had him gazing back at Marley, and he couldn't help but hum in agreement, because as hot as the dress was, Marley needed to get more naked. His limbs were heavy, but with a groan, he managed to push himself up, leaning over Brody to push the already rumpled material up her body, his hand sliding under her back to fumble with her zip and work it down, taking care not to tangle anything in her hair. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but he directed her to shift a little and move her arms so he could pull the material over her head, discarding it on the floor and letting his eyes skim over the newly revealed skin - like a blank canvas that he couldn't wait to mark up. Her thighs told a completely different story, though, and he couldn't help but let his fingers trail over the red marks, smirking. "Looks good on you, Marls." Beautiful, actually – but that was a word he always had trouble expressing out loud.

Marley

Marley hasn’t felt this amazing in such a long time. Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding, and it was because of the two men with her. Of course she was tired, but she craved more. Laying there with Bas on top of her, still inside of her, as he peppered her skin with kisses. Groaning at his words, she buried her head into his neck. “So are you.” She mumbled, watching the two men for a moment. They were really hot together. Marley watched as Brody paid attention to Sebastian, before turning his attention to her. “Hi, handsome.” She mumbled, her hand running up his body, as her cheeks flushed. A lone hand reached for Sebastian's, squeezing it roughly. Laying here with these two men, she couldn’t believe this happened, but she also couldn't believe this didn’t happen sooner.

Running her hand through Brody’s hair, Marley hummed. “Watching you two.” She glanced over at Sebastian. “Was pretty amazing.. You both looked incredible.” She leaned over kissing Sebastian, because they could do this. She could easily kiss both of them, have one of them kiss her while she kissed the other, have both them kiss. It was kind of endless.  Brody began humming her dress, and Marley hummed. “I am really hot..” She agreed, and Sebastian helped her out of the dress (Thank god, because Marley wasn’t sure if she could do it herself), and she laid there naked with both of them. Suddenly, she felt a bit aroused, and wanted more. Pulling Bas into a kiss, Marley blindly reached for Brody, tugging him towards her until they were kissing as well. “I just want to touch both of you.”

#ttl #smut #Sebastian Smythe #Marley Rose #para #Everybody Loves Counting #p. Sebastian #p. Marley #Brobastrose #holidays #New Year's Eve

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Not the Kissing Disease: Brobastrose, 1/26/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe​ @wmhs-marleyrose and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Thursday night, 26 January 2017

Setting: Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  After a night of binge drinking, Sebastian finds his way to Marley’s house to confront her on her date.  When she’s not home, he decides to wait.  Outside.  In the snow.  It does not go well by the time she finds him.

Notes: Serious Illness, Hospitalization

Headcanon Part One of Three

Bas has been texting Brody about Mr. Boring, and Brody's like "If you don't like it, do something about it."

And so he goes to do something. Sebastian gets super drunk and sings outside Marley's house.When she's not home.  In the rain. (Idiot has a fucking spare key, too)

Marley comes home to finds him sleeping against her door

(Shirtless, obviously, but miraculously, yes.  With pants still on.  Probably half loosened—he attempted to take them off, but then gave up.  Because it was too hard.) (But not him.  He wasn't hard.  Because Marley's just a friend.  Brody.  Yeah, Brody. He's just outside her house shirtless and collapsed on her doorstep because he wants to see his friend.  Because that's what best friends do.  How is that so hard to understand?  Godddd)

Marley comes home to him passed out in her garden. She nudges him with her foot. "Bas? Are you okay??”

And he kind of whines and cracks one eye open. "Shhh, sleeping."

She bends down. "Sebastian wake up."

And he gazes at her blearily. "You weren't home"

"You have a key."

And this sends him into fits of giggles."I forgot." (Apparently drunken bas giggles a lot-- something that he will FOREVER DENY)

"Get in you're going to get sick." And she is dressed nice, but soaking wet at this point. 

"'s comfortable here"

Pulls. “Get UP Smythe.”

But he's dead weight. He's running a fever and has chills and Marley thinks she’ll have to call Brody again because she doesn't know if this is a hospital thing because she doesn't know how long he was out there and Sebastian is useless and doesn't know either. (Yeah, he's convinced he's only been there for like 5 minutes)

"'s FINE marls, it's hot."   And he'll try to take his pants off again And she stops him. 

"God damn it why do you do this??  Don't make me call Brody."

(How has he not been arrested yet for public indecency?)

Rolling his eyes.  "I'm fine, 's just hot" like ridiculously overheated.  Clammy skin, practically panting, excessive sweating. She barely manages to get him in the house and then calls Brody for back up.

Brody comes over, because of course he does. (Sebastian will point out, when he's feeling better, that yet again, her first go to was Brody.) One look and like seriously is like "Ok- hospital."   He’s terrified the guy’s hypothermic—it’s the middle of winter in Ohio, for pete’s sake, and he’s running around drunk and wet and shirtless.  Again. He doesn't even throw him over his shoulder-- bridal carries him out this time around.

"Same as last time? I'll make sure he doesn't jump out.” He's too weak to even attempt it as Brody tucks him into the truck, and crawls in behind him.

"I don't think he has the energy to jump, Marls" He's just kind of lulling against him and breathing weird and shaking.

“Well I'm coming.” (As if there was any question.)

"Call the hospital, try to get him to drink something."  Brody hands her one of his stashed water bottles.

"Jesus Christ, Bas.  You had a key."

Brody's legit freaking out, so he starts making a list of symptoms, although it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s a symptom and what’s drunk.

"'m fine, just need sleep"  Super slurred.

"Keep him awake-- I don't know what to do."

Marley would try keeping him up. He just leans against her and tries to use her as a pillow.

Brody just socks him in the shoulder-- "Freaking moron-- I told you"

"Ow."

"Marley, call the hospital-- I don't know how to tell hypothermia"

She pinches him. "Stay up."  She calls the hospital.

"Punk."

Mumbling.  "I just wanna sleep"

"Drink the water first."  It’s a lie: that guy isn’t going to sleep until a doctor knocks him out.

And he does but he can barely hold the bottle still; kind of spills it all over himself because his hands are shaking so bad.

Brody's like using one hand to hold him up, wrapped around his shoulder and like squeezing really  hard trying not to show how bad he’s freaking out. Marley is doing the same thing. Bas just leans against him and shuts his eyes again. His entire body is just so heavy.

"You die on me I will seriously kill you, you pompous peacock"

He's not even aware enough to snark about how he'll already be dead. "Stop being dramatic." Every single word that comes out of his mouth is super slow and strained.

She's crying, just trying not to show it.

They get to the hospital and Brody just carries him in; throws him on the first gurney he finds and just starts rambling symptoms and what little he knows about the situation to the first person he sees. "He's not good-- make him better."

Bas just kind of whines at the loss of contact and tries to reach back out for Brody.

Marley would be standing beside him. "You need to see him now."

When visitors are allowed, Brody sends Marley ahead.  Marley's more family—Brody will hang out in the waiting room. She is his emergency contact. (Bas is just really out of it by this point.  Practically coughing up his lungs, too.  But Marley should be there in case.) Marley would insist on Brody coming back.

"Marley, I don't know anything about Bas-- anything they ask, allergies, family history-- you're going to have that.  Not me.  I'm fine.  I'll be right here"

#ttl #Sebastian Smythe #Marley Rose #para #Not the Kissing Disease #p. Sebastian #p. Marley #Westrose #Brobastian #Brobastrose

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 7

Brody

God it killed Brody to let Sebastian go.  He wanted to make him cum so hard the guy saw stars.  But Marley was soaked, and they owed her, and who was he kidding?  That look on Sebastian’s face from November was pretty much burned into his brain and he was desperate to see it again live.  So he pried him and Marley away, panting slightly as he recovered himself.  Marley wasn’t as quick, with two different men’s hands inside of her, she was keening and needy, and Brody could tell by her voice that if she had been a little less horny he’d have more trouble getting his way.  Better keep her coming then, he thought-- pun totally intended.

Brody was in good shape-- he surprisingly was strong enough to carry two fully grown adults on his shoulders without too much trouble.  Or he would have been if a) he wasn’t three sheets to the wind drunk, and 2) didn’t have one of those adults groping his ass.  He managed to get through the bedroom door, but his knee buckled at the surprise attention and he was lucky he managed to throw them both haphazardly onto the mattress.  “Bad girl,” he scolded with a laugh from his position at the foot of the bed.  With one knee on the floor, it actually gave him an idea.  He crawled up onto the bed, sidling up next to the younger man as he hovered over Marley, kissing and sucking up her neck.  “Dress on, dress off?” he murmured, not really caring who answered.  His thoughts were already ahead as he took a hold of one of Sebastian’s hands and guided them up Marley’s arms, curling them around her wrists and pinning them above her head.  “No hands,” he commanded both of them, before leaving Bas to Marley so he could work off the loosened pants of the man.  Whatever Bas wanted to do with her, Brody sure as hell wanted Sebastian stripped.  His leaking cock hanging out deliciously over Marley’s stomach, straining just out of reach made Brody feel like he was going to black out for a second.  

Sebastian

Sebastian was a mess at this point, pupils blown, adrenaline pumping through his veins - and it didn't help that Marley had the most devious look in her eyes when Brody threw him over his shoulder, making his cock pulse with an overwhelming need. He needed friction and he needed it now. Something that Brody apparently wasn't really willing to let him have right now - asshole.

It was impressive how strong Brody was - and, let's face it, a complete turn on - even as he fumbled at Marley's devious grope, and before he could even get the chance to panic, Sebastian landed on the mattress, only just stopping himself from crushing her. He let out a breath, and then snorted at Brody, before glancing at his best friend. "Really, Rosie? Trying to get us killed?" He watched Brody crawling over the bed, his hand twitching to move to his own cock, but before he was doing anything, Brody was grabbing his hands and pinning them down along with Marley's, and he let out a short noise of complaint that only just verged on a whimper. He paused for a few seconds, mind short circuiting at the words, because god damn, he already knew how demanding Brody could be in bed, but it never failed to make his cock strain – especially as the older teacher moved to strip him of his pants. He only had one choice, really, and it had him lining kisses over her neck, making his way down her dress – thank fuck she’d already removed her panties – before he’d moved down to her thigh, nudging her legs open and suckling in a trail of dark marks over her inner thigh, moving up inch by inch.

Marley

Marley’s head was spinning, she wasn’t sure if it was from them, or the drinks, but right now, she knew she wanted more, and the thing to go by, was Brody’s ass. She’d probably be more careful if she was sober, but he had this mark above his ass, and she couldn’t help but trace it with her fingers, which was obviously a bad idea when someone is carrying you. “Hush Basty.” She giggled  her lips pouting at his scolding. “So bad. I should be punished.” She crooned, licking her lips as she stared at him.

Brody’s lips moved to her neck, and Marley groaned, her eyes shutting as she tried imaging his lips.. Bas lips elsewhere. She reached out for him, when she felt Bas’ hands over her own, and groaned at the comment. “But..” She whined, her hips jerking forward. Her head leaned up as Brody began undressing Bas, and she watched as his cock brushed against her dress, and wanted to reach out for it. Fuck she wanted to touch him.. Or taste him, whichever. Swallowing as she felt Bas’ lips on her neck, Marley jerked her hips forward, brushing up as her best friend made his way down her dress, and he sucked roughly at her thighs. It dawned on Marley that her hands were free, and she moved them down, taking Brody’s cock in her hand, and stroking him lightly as her hips jerked forward, and her legs spread apart, trying to edge Sebastian closer to her core.

Brody

Brody’s backside tingled from where Marley had stroked him.  It was one of his favorite things about his scars, besides the stories themselves-- just that they were always ridiculously sensitive during sex, although that could just be psychosomatic.  Did it really matter though?  Marley’s fingers were gone, but the sensation was still there, and his body shuddered as he crawled over the two gigglers.  Marley was ridiculously far gone, and if Brody wasn’t completely wasted himself, he probably would have pulled the plug on this escapade.  But he was, and he was already hot and heavy and stopping just wasn’t something he could grasp.

Sebastian started inching his way down the girl (apparently the dress was staying on, which Brody could definitely live with), and Brody finally managed to get the man’s pants on the floor.  He inhaled deeply at the aphrodisiac of listening to Marley’s whine, at seeing Bas’s hips shake with need.  He nipped hard on the girl’s pulse point, groaning lightly in pleasure.  A second shockwave of adrenaline hit him as a pair of hands wrapped around his cock, and Brody’s breath hitched as Marley stroked him.  

If he was himself, the way he usually was with Marley, Brody probably would have let her have her fun.  It would have been the two of them, and they’d have a good moment and she’d be happy.  But with his blood boiling and full of liquor and lust, Brody was the first to admit that he wasn’t the guy Marley was probably used to.  He growled slightly, pulling away from her neck to a sit and grabbing her hands, thrusting them roughly back against the headboard.  “No hands,” he repeated brusquely, glancing around and reaching over for his own pants, and pulling out his belt.  Unlike Bas’ bed, Marley’s was one that he actually could lash her wrists too, which apparently he had no choice but to do if Marley was going to follow the rules.  “You’ve already had your turn,” he reminded her in a light scold, before glancing back over at the younger man as if to assess how trustworthy he was acting.

Sebastian

He chuckled fondly, raising an eyebrow at Marley. "Careful what you wish for, Rosie," he teased. He was all too aware how hot and demanding Brody could get in bed, and fuck - he was desperate for another taste of it.

His lips marked up his best friend's inner thigh, smirking into the skin when he heard the conversation. He licked his lips, glancing up at Brody as he reached for his belt, and his pupils dilated - because the thought of Marley all tied up - fuck. That was hot. Knowing his best friend like he did, though, it was probably best to establish some sort of safe word. He and Brody had never needed one, but with Marley in the mix, he didn't want it to get messy. "Safe word?" he breathed, not wanting to ruin the moment by drawing it out too much. Still, he watched them both, making sure that they were paying attention. "Red means stop, amber means slow down, green means keep going. Got it?"  Once everything was clarified, Marley was spreading her legs more and he'd made her wait long enough. He made sure to keep his hands away, though - and thank fuck Marley had already taken her panties off - which, he really wished he knew when that happened, but far be it from him to complain right now. His breath ghosted over her centre as he reached the top, and the thought of Brody watching made his groin strain so much it was almost painful. Which, fuck - he had no idea how long Brody was going to make him wait for relief. He knew that the older man had a strong ability to hold out on him, after all. So he decided to focus all of his attention on Marley, running his tongue over her lips to part them, before he lapped over her clit gently.

Marley

Even in her drunken haze, she liked his scar, and made a mental note to explore that more later. She felt like her body was on fire, and while she was drunk, she never wanted to forget this. Fuck, she wouldn't forget this. Humming at Bas words, she bit down roughly on her lip. “Bring it.”

Sebastian’s lips against her thighs were rough, and forgetting Brody's command, her hand around his cock when he growled. Her blue eyes widened, and she felt a jolt of excitement, because fuck, this was hot. Brody moved her hands back up, and she whined. “Sorry!” She pouted, her hips bucking forward. “Right. Oh god right!” She cried out, completely out of her mind. When Sebastian mentioned a safe word, Marley nodded. “Red, amber, green.”

Bas mouth was distracting, the way he moved his lips against her thigh, sucking at her skin. She itches to touch them, but couldn't. Groaning, she leaned forward and kissed Brody as Bas’ lips were finally on her. Crying out against the older man's mouth, she was certain if she died today, she'd die happy.

Brody

Sebastian’s words registered, and while Brody wasn’t used to safewords (what? It had never come up), he was familiar with how they worked.  He’d gone to school in New York City-- people were into a lot of kinky shit out there.  So he paused up at Marley’s wrists, looking down at her, and, knowing a grunt was not a proper response to this sort of thing, forced his throat to clear.  “Yeah-- light system,” he agreed huskily with a nod.

Somewhere, far in the back of Brody’s addled mind, he pondered the quick apology that escaped Marley-- not escaped.  She sounded legitimately apologetic.  The niggle in Brody’s brain was a little confused by the concept, but then-- he’d never really played rough with girls.  It was a different game, and trying to reconcile the abnormal reaction was something his logical thoughts were still trying to process, even as Brody himself had already moved on to kissing the girl hard,, biting on her bottom lip as she cried out ecstatically at Bas’ work.  The reminder caused Brody to pull away, eyes fixed on Sebastian who apparently remembered what an aggressive ass Brody could be and was going to be more of a challenge this go round.  He exhaled hard, watching, wondering how much of Marley was helping him keep distracted.  Because that was going to need to be remedied.

Shifting over to where Bas was-- fuck holy shit hell.  Brody had to pause because watching the two of them-- Bas’ mouth marking Marley’s soft skin red-- was a trigger of every second with both of them suddenly slammed together and putting him far closer to the edge than he wanted to be.  His eyes almost black, he leaned in, sidling next to Sebastian and biting the back of Marley’s knee, then midway at her thigh.  Brody then shifted upward, his body hovering just over the younger man’s, mouth right against his ear as they crowded between Marley’s legs.    “God you’re so good at this.”  His voice was low and rasping; he could barely keep it from cracking.  Really, it was only the game that kept him from plowing through either one or both of them right now.  “That fucking mouth of yours has just got so many uses.  Do you want her to tell you how good it is?” he asked, hand sliding up against his thigh, rubbing along the opposite side of where Sebastian’s cock was begging for attention.  “Or how much better it could be if you could touch her?  If I give you your hands, Bas-- can you only touch her?  Because look at her--”  He paused, waiting for the green eyes to focus on the girl tied up in front of them.  “She needs a pair of hands.  She fucking wants your hands.  And you…”  He slid his hand backwards, fingers dancing down Sebastian’s crack before teasing a circle around his hole.  “You have your own turn coming up, don’t you?”  His breath was a little shaky, but the older man still held himself steady, pressing his mouth against the back of Bas’ neck, pinching lightly with his teeth.  “I want her to cum, Bas.  I want you to use your tongue and your fingers all over her and get her to cum so hard she fucking screams.”  His lips trailed along the edge of Sebastian’s neck, his hand moving to grip his ass hard in encouragement.

Sebastian

Sebastian wanted to look up - to see exactly what was going on above him, because no doubt it was going to push him closer to the edge, but he was determined to make Marley see stars. He nipped gently at her bud with his lips, his tongue pressing down and brushing over her. It was when Brody shifted - the older man's hot breath in his ear - that caused a sharp not entirely unpleasant sensation to run up Sebastian's spine at the sound of his voice. And the words - fuck, yeah, he wanted Marley to scream his name. His eyes trailed up to gaze at Marley - all strung up and dishevelled. "Yeah," he breathed, not entirely sure which statement he was agreeing with - apart from, well, all of it. His breath hitched when he felt Brody's finger tease him, groaning in frustration as he felt the heat spread down to his cock – god, asshole.

But he had to ignore the need coursing through him, and he let out a shaky breath, attempting to gather himself. Right, hands. He could use those now. And he damn well intended to put them to good use. His hands slid up Marley's inner thighs as he moved back in, his tongue stroking over her clit once more before sliding down to dip inside her, his finger replacing his tongue and teasing her in circles as the other hand snaked up her dress, trailing over the soft skin below him and resting over her hip for now.

Marley

She was tied up with a belt. It was the strangest thing, Marley tugged at her restraints, and while she was okay with it, she itched to have something to hold on to. Flexing her wrist, Brody kissed her as her hips jerked forward, his teeth against her lips, and she could practically taste the blood in her mouth. A loud whine escaped, and she wanted him back, leaning forward, her hips jerked again, and she fell back against the bed, now focusing on the way Bas tongue moved against her clit, his teeth brushing against the sensitive nerve. “Sebastian!” She whimpered, her legs wrapping around him as her hips jerked forward again. Her knees quivered as she felt Brody’s teeth on her, needing some form of released. She wanted Bas.. she wanted Brody, no. She wanted both of them! Brody’s words were intoxicating, and they weren’t even to her. She listened as the older teacher gave Bas permission to use his hands, and god damnit, she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure when they were finally on her. “Touch me!” She begged, because she needed more stimulation, she needed her best friend so badly right now. Sebastian’s hands were on her, and she might explode. Feeling his fingers against her clit, oh god, his tongue inside of her, she thrashed against her restraints, wishing to touch one of them. “More! Oh god, right there!”

Brody

God, between the two of them, Brody wasn’t sure he could script something like this.  Bas may be fighting him, but Marley had rolled immediately and to win and still be baited with every turn was the hottest thing the older man could remember being involved in for a long time.  He swallowed thickly, pushing back the painful ache of his own cock-- he knew if he gave in, even just a couple of strokes, he’d end up losing his control, and basically handing it all over, and this first shot might be the only one he got.  Not for sex, he was positive-- Sebastian definitely got a gold star for endurance, and Marley should be able to keep up for at least a couple rounds, he thought-- but his own ability to hold out would start diminishing the more he thought about the two of them, about how far over the edge they could drive him.  No, if he gave it up now, he’d never make it back here, and so Brody was holding on for dear life against the throbbing need of his hard cock.

Sebastian’s shaky response definitely helped spur him forward, Marley keening in the background.  Brody wished he had time to adjust them, but the momentum of the circumstances were in his favor, and they were all drunk as fuck, so he just had to go without being able to get his hands any further than Marley’s legs-- for now.  Instead, his tongue traced against the shell of Bas’ ear, breath hot as he continued,  “Yeah, Bas?” he echoed the other man’s words, shifting his knee below him so he could free up one hand and rake his nails up the inside of Marley’s leg as they tucked close to them.  “You like her name on your tongue?  You want to watch her fall apart, don’t you?  Fucking look at her while she’s thrashed and desperate--  God that’s fucking a beautiful thing to see, your eyes when I fucking cum.  I want that for her.”  He glanced up, catching Marley’s gaze.  “Marls, you’re gonna keep your eyes down here.  I want them here till it’s over, so he knows how good it is for you.”  The groan was the hard part-- his finger slipped a little at the jolt that rushed through him, penetrating slightly in reaction to the younger man’s vocals.  

Bas seemed to catch himself though, and Brody watched eagerly as he brought his piano fingers into play, dancing beneath Marley’s dress and soliciting an instant reaction.  A slight pang of jealousy hit Brody- whether because he wasn’t giving or receiving he couldn’t tell- but the older man decided that he was ready to be a little more active in his participation of his own game.  “So far so good,” he encouraged the other man, as Marley writhed before them.  “Should I help, Bas?  Give you some inspiration?”  God he was thrilled that Bas was already ass-up at this point, because he’d been aching for a taste of him since the night began-- fuck, since he’d snuck out of his own goddamn house last Christmas.  Not even a week ago, but walking away from Bas in the morning-- ignoring all of the wicked thoughts and aching morning wood that his form inspired-- was not helping with what was he was starting to acknowledge as an addiction, and Brody was eager to make the fucker pay for it double.  So down he slid, one hand gripping lower along Marley’s leg, pulling at her to bring her closer to Bas’ face, deeper into his mouth; all while his fingers drifted forward to ghost up his base from behind, thumb collecting the pre-cum and bringing it back down to where his mouth had paused, his tongue running a deep line along his ass.  Brody hummed in deep satisfaction as he licked his fingers, “I think you might taste better this way,” he remarked lowly with a smirk, before ducking his mouth back toward the younger man’s hole, mouth pressed up against the entrance and then dipping in as his tongue slid carefully down to slowly stretch him out, listening hard to catch every sound that would press against Marley’s walls.

Sebastian

This entire thing still felt so surreal. He'd slept with both, obviously - but to have Marley underneath him, Brody right next to him - it's enough to make him quiver. Or maybe that's just Brody's tongue dragging tingles over his ear and Marley's pleading setting a fire alight in his gut. He hummed in reply to Brody's question, his cock twitching in agreement. God, these two were going to be the death of him. At least he'd go out like he always thought he would. His eyes shift to watch Marley at Brody's command, and it only made him more desperate to be fucking touched already. Brody's finger slipped inside him for a split second, causing Sebastian to inhale sharply - but before he could grind down, Brody's finger was gone. Fuck.

But Brody apparently was growing tired of just watching, judging by his words. What that meant, Sebastian couldn't quite fathom - but he chose not to focus on them, and instead turn his attention back to Marley - swirling his tongue and basking in the feeling of her tightening around him, delving in deep and circling her clit with his thumb in time with his tongue strokes - because the last thing he wanted to do was start begging for release. Brody tugged Marley closer to him, which forced his tongue in deeper, and his nails dug into her stomach with a low, almost primal growl. Brody's attention to his cock made him whimper - the ghosted touch only serving to make him crave more. The older teacher didn't leave it there, though - because the next thing Sebastian knew, Brody's tongue was dragging over his entrance and then breaching him, and he couldn't hold back the groan that ripped from his throat. "Shit, Brodes--" Fuck, he couldn't lose this one. Especially not in front of Marley, he thought with a fierce determination.

Marley

Marley wished there was more she could do. While she had control in the car, right now she didn’t have control, and it was driving her nuts. Flexing her wrist, she struggled against her restraints for a moment. Not because she didn’t like it, she just wanted to touch someone. Fuck in a way she wondered if she should come quickly, or hold off on climaxing just so this could last longer, because  she didn’t want it to end. Marley laid there, almost helpless as her legs quivered as Sebastian ate her out, as Brody watched, his eyes dark, and look she has never seen on his face.

Leaning forward, she watched Brody and Bas, moaning with each flick of her best friends touch, and squeezing her hands together. There  was something about watching them, that turned her on. She’s never been in this situation, nor has she ever seen two men together, but the way Brody spoke to Sebastian was the most erotic thing she has ever witnessed. Hissing as she felt a pair of nails go down her leg, her head rolled back for a moment as she felt Sebastian’s warm breath against her core. Blue eyes opened when she heard her name. Whimpering, her head nodded, her eyes on them, because fuck, she didn’t want to look anywhere else. Sebastian’s tongue entered her deeper, and she cried out, her leg brushing against someone as she dug her heel into them, needing to feel something, someone. “Untie me.” She begged looking into Brody’s eyes, her body quivering as Sebastian worked her. “Please let me touch you, please!” She begged as Brody moved down between Sebastian’s body, and she watched, crying out in pleasure.

#ttl #smut #Marley Rose #Sebastian Smythe #para #Everybody Loves Counting #p. Marley #p. Sebastian #holidays #New Year's Eve #Brobastrose

[squaredancing-weston]

self-para || A Glass Cannon

Time: Sunday Evening, 15 January 2017

Setting: Brody’s house, Lima, OH

Summary:  He faked his way through the day, an easy smile and lighthearted appearance, until he got home.  Because fuck his resolutions: he needed a drink.

Brody lied all day Sunday.  

He was actually a pretty damn good one, he was ashamed to say.  He talked a lot, about a lot of things.  He didn’t sound like he kept secrets, and he didn’t do it as obviously, as blatantly, as he used to-- not since he’d destroyed his ties with his family with the force of a sledgehammer and sent himself into exile in the middle of Nowhere, Ohio.  But that didn’t’ mean he hadn’t made an art form out of dancing around the truth, able to tweak details in the whole to keep himself safe, while still having a perfectly stable alibi.

And that’s what he’d done today.  He’d woken up and showered and met his kids for breakfast, asking about their morning and if they needed anything-- telling the observant ones he hadn’t slept as much as they had and that’s why he looked a little bleary-eyed,  but he’d get some coffee and look better, thanks.  He made polite chit chat with other teachers about the schedule and plans for the future, and no, he just had a lot of things on his mind, sorry that he zoned out for a second.  Kids, right?  And he didn’t even have to say anything at the seminars, picking the back corner of the room and just letting the voice drone on about god knows what and letting his eyes glaze over.  No one would ever know where his head really was at, how it kept flashing back to a face watching him as he slipped out of her door.  Again.  

“Go.  Do what you do best.”

He was the model example of a chaperone, all day, right up until he dropped the van back off at the school, sent the kids on their way, and got home himself.  Because fuck his resolutions to stay sober: he needed a drink.  

Brody’s eyes passed right over the wine rack and the fridge with a six pack, opening up the cabinet with the coffee and the cups and, sure enough, a mostly-full bottle of bourbon.  His stomach wrenched uncomfortably as he grabbed a shotglass, hands shaking slightly as he overpoured a little.  The shot went down instantly, the burn feeling comforting, like he was paying some form of penance.  Two more followed in quick succession. 

The air around the man felt heavy and thick, and he panted as he tried to get a grip on himself.  He should have just walked away-- just excused himself for the night and gone to bed.  He should have known better than to have any faith in his ability to be alone with Marley, and now he’d managed to hurt her yet again, which was the last thing he wanted.

More drinks followed, and the conversation buzzed in and out of his ears, like a radio signal in the hills.  Good and bad, perfect and impossible.   you think we work without you...pretend to like people, then treat them like shit when its an inconvenience... I trusted you enough to tell you about me, and you can't even trust me back...

He should just leave, his mind drunkenly reasoned.  He’d done it before, under far lesser circumstances.  And far worse.  But the point of the story is that Brody was fully capable of starting over, anywhere else, far far away from the trouble he always seemed to cause.

There were a lot more shots, of course, and at some point in the night his computer ran a search and his luggage was opened onto his bed, piles beginning to collect in his rooms.  His couch was now in the middle of the living room, and he had stacks of plates on the table.  This was what was best, he reasoned.  Best for everyone.

That thought process hit way too close to home-- verbatim to his words when he packed up eight years ago and left Petaluma.  He felt his eyes stinging and scraped at them furiously, reaching at the wet bottle to pour himself another unsteady finger.  He swallowed, panting, staring unseeingly at the liquid spilled on the counter.

Dani, he thought blearily.  He still had to tell Dani.  He’d promised.  Brody’s hand grappled for his jacket, pulling out the phone and pushing at the buttons unsteadily.

Remember I said I’d tell you if there was drama?  Drama.  Also, I’m moving to FL. 

#ttl #Brody Weston #self para #para #A Glass Canon #ship #Marley Rose #Westrose #Brobastrose #FFA

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 6

Brody

Brody’s blood was up-- fit to burst in his veins, honestly, as the other man grabbed at him greedily, gripping hard at his hips between his legs.  He wasn’t thinking about Lily-- didn’t even care about her at this point.  He just thrust his hips harder into Bas, pushing him up against the wall and breathing heavy.  “Too many...layers,” he rasped, working to balance Bas’ weight onto one side so he could help the other man out of his shirt.

Bas said something, although it didn’t sound like his voice.  Brody didn’t even really catch it, except for the fact that it was followed by a sharp pinch at his neck and a solid form hot behind him.  He groaned at the sensation, grinding up into Bas in front of him and curling his fingers at the fabric between himself and Bas’ body behind him, tugging it closer.  He groaned lowly as the sensation, and Brody’s brain seemed to be trying to tell him something, but the drunken, lust-filled haze really just made it impossible to any real thoughts to break through.  Instead, Brody let his hand slide down Bas’ leg, crumpling the fabric in his hand behind him upward as he continued to thrust his eager cock into Bas’ pinned body in front of him.

Sebastian

"You're not wrong," Sebastian breathed, tightening his grip with his legs as he pulled off his shirt with Brody's help, throwing it on the floor. He hissed as his back hit the wall once more, the cold of the paint a shock on his searing skin. But then he was distracted by the overwhelming need to get Brody stripped down as much as he was and then some – and he began peeling at Brody’s shirt, too far gone now to even care where they were.

A voice sounded out, and Sebastian wasn't sure if he was imagining things or not, but then his finger was slipped into a wet warmth that made him groan out loud, making him squeeze at Brody's hips with his legs, desperate for more friction. “Fuck,” he panted. There was something that he needed to pay attention to – someone, and without thinking it through too much, he reached out to thread his fingers into their hair – long, silky – familiar, and something like longing flooded through his system.

Marley

Marley needed someone to touch her, like now. Her body was on fire, and this had to be the most exotic thing she has ever done. Brody pulled her closer to him, and Marley moaned as his hand slid down her leg.

Sebastian’s finger left her mouth with a pop, and his hand in her hair made her close her eyes in pleasure. Taking his hand, she moved it between her thighs, because she needed something now.

Brody

The noise coming from Sebastian was intoxicating, and Brody wondered how long he’d have to pull those kinds of noises out of him.  They weren’t in his house, after all-- Marley was sleeping.  And Brody would have to keep up some of his strength so that he could sneak his way into her room later tonight to show her that he was a gentleman and didn’t just leave a beautiful woman hanging the whole night.  But right now, Bas was grappling at his shirt, and Brody was grateful that he’d loosened it earlier tonight, because apparently he couldn’t learn his goddamn lesson about buttons.  The two of them tugged the damn thing loose with some effort, and he let it drop haphazardly to the ground, much more interested in getting his hands on Sebastian’s taut bare chest.

“Damn straight I will,” Brody responded to Bas’ expletive.  “Fucking open you up like a goddamn letter.  God, need you all around me-- fucking amazing…”  Wait-- something about that seemed off.  Brody’s cock was still thrilled by the feeling, and his body was practically vibrating by all of the skin-on-skin, but wasn’t there too much skin?  And that moan...that moan was all wrong for the guy pulling against him.  In fact, it kind of sounded like--

Brody’s own body was vehemently against the move, but the older man’s head forced him to pull off of Sebastian’s skin, blinking as he tried to get his bearings, to understand the stimulation that was coming from all sides and that somehow Marley was behind him, and one of Brody’s hands was eagerly rubbing the fabric of her dress in between his fingers and her inner thigh.  While grinding up against Bas, his mouth clamping at every taut inch of skin he could find to suck on.  He couldn’t do that.  Could he?  He paused a moment, trying to pull himself out of the disorientation he’d gotten caught up in.

Sebastian

Sebastian was so wrapped up in Brody that he barely registered the words, but he hummed in agreement, anyway, because Brody was always full of good suggestions during sex, and Sebastian was all too happy to follow them through. And the moan that sounded out - oh. Oh. Shit. He’d heard that sound way too many times not to register the source.

Marley was there, and Brody’s hand was on her thigh, and fuck – fuck. A shock of pleasure ran down his spine, and his tongue darted over his lips as he gazed at his best friend with blown pupils. Brody paused, and Sebastian almost whined at the loss of heat and friction – especially when there was a much better scenario on offer. One where they all got what they wanted, and he got to finally pay Marley back like he’d been planning to. Without hesitation, he reached over to pull Marley forward, crashing his lips to hers and threading his fingers into her hair with a groan.

Marley

Marley moaned at the feeling of Brody’s hand under her dress, and if only he’d move his hand a few inches higher, she’d be set. She whined a bit, pressing herself into him right now, because Brody was NOT allowed to go all safety police on her. He needed to live a little, and she was going to make sure he did just that. “It’s okay.” She mumbled, her legs spreading further apart to give him better access. Her blue eyes fluttered as Bas looked at her, and Marley groaned, because he looked so hot right now. She couldn’t even comprehend it really, but his lips were swollen, she was fairly certain he was hard as can be, and she just wanted him.. Fuck she wanted both of them. Sebastian pulled her into a rough kiss, and Marley groaned against his lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she wrapped an arm around his neck, her other hand running down Brody’s chest teasingly.

Brody

Brody was still confused, but he was also really drunk, and really horny.  And, if he was being honest, it was a lot easier to be the latter two things than the former-- or, even harder, to try to straighten out the situation in his head.  He was definitely aware of the adrenaline of the situation on all sides-- he had Bas’s cock grinding into his in front of him, and he could practically feel Marley dripping onto his fingers.  And Marley’s hand was trailing over his chest, and she was murmuring something all while inhaling Bas basically over Brody’s shoulder.  And the sounds they were both making was definitely tipping the scales, and not in a direction that would lead to rational thought.

The older male let out a half-groan, half-growl, as he hitched Bas up closer against him, using his hips to pin him against the wall and pushing their clothed cocks together again.  The whole situation made absolutely no sense, but, as his fingers nimbly flitted his way up the remaining inches of her dress, swirling his thumb over her clit before deftly pressing a digit between her lips...well, he was drunk-- how much of this would make sense anyways?  He groaned again, biting hard down on Bas’ shoulder that was closest to Brody’s mouth and hooking his finger inside Marley to attempt to pull her closer to him as he raked his teeth against the other man’s skin.  Fuck.

Sebastian

Sebastian wasn't even sure if he was awake anymore - it all seemed so surreal. But Marley's tongue was in his mouth, and Brody was grinding into him, and the sensations were way too real to be his imagination. Holy shit, this was happening. Okay then. Far be it from him to complain.

How Brody was managing this, Sebastian had no idea - but the man had an impressive ability to multitask that Sebastian couldn't even fathom right now. Not that he didn't want to touch Marley himself, because she was still in that dress and he couldn't decide if he wanted to hitch it up or peel it off of her. His blood was racing all in the one direction, and it was so damn hard to concentrate right now. "Fuck, Marls," he mumbled against her lips, groaning as Brody ground into him, his teeth dragging his skin. "Brodes."

Marley

A cry escaped past Marley’s lips as Brody’s hand finally went where she wanted it. His finger ghost over her clit, and she bit down on Bas’ lips roughly as his finger slid inside of her. She was so wet, it was kind of insane how aroused she was, and watching them.. Fuck watching them was the hottest thing ever.

She began kissing Bas again as her hand made its way across Brody’s chest, running across his muscles, and her other hand began running down Sebastian’s backside. “Fuck.” She mumbled as Brody pulled her closer. She needed… them? Something? Anything? “More.” She wasn’t sure who she was begging at this point.

Brody

Brody was panting heavily into Bas’ skin, and his brain was still pretty mushy, let’s be honest.  But he heard two requests, he thought, and they sounded like pretty good ones to him.  “Right,” he grunted, before releasing his grip on Sebastian, jerking awkwardly at the other man’s fly until he managed to loosen his pants enough to let his cock loose.  He continued to work Marley from behind, slipping in a second finger to keep her going-- his arm was cramping up a little due to the angle, but he’d be able to change positions soon.

It wasn’t that Brody’d never been in a threeway-- far from it.  Being bisexual and cut had its perks, after all.  But oddly enough, he’d never been with a guy and a girl both at once, so he really was just kind of making this up as he went.  For instance, his instinct was to plow Bas like a freaking jackhammer, but he also wanted to lap up Marley like a cat to cream.  Two very different styles, and truthfully he had no idea how to go about it.  However, his booze-addled brain did recognize that he was fucking crazy right now with want, and he just couldn’t picture himself slowing down, especially if Bas started picking up the vocals.  Ignoring the knowledge that Marley especially wouldn’t take the initial move well, Brody retrieved both hands, grabbing Marley and rotating the three of them so, well, they could fuck.  Bas’ back was now flipped away from him, and Marley’s was pressed up against the wall.  It was actually pretty damned hot, considering how disheveled they both appeared.  With as little pause as he could manage, Brody’s hand ghosted along Bas’ arm and guided it back under Marley’s dress, while his own cock pushed hard against Sebastian’s ass.  “Show you how to fuck her right, Bas,” he growled into the younger man’s ear.  “Going to help you make her scream so fucking loud fucking cops come.  And then I’m going to use her juices to fucking stretch you out, because fuck me I am so fucking hard for you Bas.”  He thrust his crotch against the younger man’s ass again, all while pressing his finger alongside Sebastian’s as they crawled back inside of the smaller girl before them.

Sebastian 

Brody made quick work of Sebastian's fly, and Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief when he finally sprung free, because god damn, the tightness was starting to get painful. He was kind of fixated on the sight of Brody's fingers working Marley - which-- yeah. He couldn't even begin to explain how much of a turn on that was.

He was still too busy processing things to even be able to think clearly, but apparently Brody had decided to take charge, and damn Sebastian always did love it when he did that. Brody flipped them, and his hand was sliding up Marley's dress along with Brody's - cock twitching at the older teacher's words and his length pressing hard against Sebastian's ass, because fuck yes. "Put up or shut up, Cowboy," Sebastian husked, accompanied by a loud groan as Brody thrusted against him once more. And then their fingers were inside Marley, and fuck, she was so goddamn wet. Why hadn't they done this before? “Gonna make you feel so good, Marls,” he promised her, nipping at her neck.

Marley

Marley has never done anything like this before in her life, but there was a first time for everything, and you bet your ass she was going to enjoy it, but right now, Bas’ lips on hers, and Brody’s fingers inside of her was driving her completely wild. Her legs spread further apart, as far apart as the dress would allow it at least. Then, well their position changed. Somehow, Brody managed to get her up against the wall, and she actually whimpered in pleasure at his words. While they have been together a few times, Brody, and Bas have both been gentle with her. Not that she didn’t appreciate it, far from that actually, she just never saw this side of them, and fuck, she wanted more. She was panting heavily, her lipstick smeared, and her hair a complete mess, but she was so aroused right now. She wanted them, and Brody’s words had her moaning. “Please? Oh fuck me.” She begged, her hips rolling forward as both of them entered her with their fingers. Her head fell against the wall as Bas kissed her neck, her leg hiking up slightly, giving them more access, and she was fairly certain she was dripping down their fingers.

Brody

The blue-eyed teacher breathed heavily against Bas’ skin as it started burning against his own.  God, listening to Marley moan just had him writhing against the other man, even as Bas’ response goaded him onwards.  “Careful what you wish for, Pretty,” he reminded him lowly.  His hand was holding Sebastian’s hip tightly, keeping him taut against his body.  Twisting his fingers along his waistband, Brody slid along the stretched fabric of Sebastian’s boxers, cupping along his abdomen and teasing a rhythm above where his pants were bunched beneath his exposed cock.  Except… “Fuck Bas-- did you already…?”  Brody was temporarily distracted by the dampness in the other man’s shorts-- it wasn’t really like him to get ahead of the game: one of his more endearing traits was Sebastian’s stamina.

Meanwhile Brody continued to keep his finger moving in time with Bas’ as he pressed up against Marley’s walls.  He slid his thumb back over her clit, pressing circles to drive her crazy as Bas made his way along her skin, marking her up in typical Sebastian fashion.  Brody wished like hell he had another hand as he watched the fabric of her tight dress inch further up her hemline, his cock grinding up against the man between them as he attempted to deal with the sight in front of him.

Sebastian

Sebastian bit down on his lip, Brody moving against him, but it wasn't /enough/. He sucked in a breath at Brody's promise though, all too happy for the older teacher to back up his words. "Do your worst. Or best." Whatever he wanted to call it. He was so desperate, his head nothing but clouds and lust for the two people surrounding him, that he'd momentarily forgotten about the fact that his boxers were still damp. Shit. Well, he was hardly going to be able to explain himself out of this one - not with his lack of ability to think clearly right now. "Might've had some help with that one," he breathed, giving Marley a smirk.

"Soon," Sebastian promised in reply to Marley, teeth scraping against her neck, teasing. Their fingers moved inside her, and fuck, the noises - the begging, how had he been friends with Marley for so long and not slept with her until last month? How had he gone so long without hearing this? His hard cock pressed against her leg, his free hand roaming behind him to massage at Brody's crotch.

Marley

Marley’s head was clouded from the alcohol, and from the two bodies pressed against her, and in all honesty, she felt amazing. Brody’s began stroking her clit, and she hummed, her head falling back against the wall, as she dug her nails into his back. Her eyes opened at Bas’ comment, and grinned. “Welcome.” She winked, her head lulling back as he began sucking at her neck. Having both their fingers inside of her, drove her wild, Marley’s hips bucked as she held on to Bas, trying to hold herself up, and began moving one hand between them, meeting Brody’s in Sebastian’s pants. Smirking at the older teacher, she tugged at her own lip as she wrapped her tiny hand around his around his, and moaned, because god, he was hard. “Room?” She asked finally, because while the wall was nice, she wanted her dress off, like now.

Brody

“Always,” Brody husked out, fingers splaying out before wrapping around Sebastian’s cock, twisting at the base and tugging out, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip.  His body hunched over the other man’s shoulder, teeth gripping at his ear and raking lightly as he inhaled happily.  The replies that he received, though, from Marley and Bas both, caused his eyebrow to quirk. “Well, well-- someone’s been a busy little minx,” he growled, rubbing up against Sebastian’s backside because suddenly the car ride made a lot more sense.  “Bas, I think your ‘worst’ just got a little worse, because I believe someone’s owed.”  God, at this point he wasn’t sure which idea was making him harder: having Bas and him get Marley off at the same time, or forcing Bas to go without while they did it.  

Marley was starting to act up against his hand, and Brody extended out his finger away from Bas’ inside her to stretch her out, thrusting deeper to goad a response.  And Sebastian’s own hand pressing against his pants was just intense, causing Brody to groan as he pushed up against the friction needily, doubly hard by the scene he was watching from behind.  Marley’s smirk was devious, and deliriously sexy, but Brody had a tendency to get greedy with Bas, and it was definitely showing as he felt her lithe fingers wrapping around him.  Brody was already unwinding his own, and took the opportunity to unclamp Marley’s off of Sebastian’s base with a slightly evil shake.  “Not yet Marls-- Bas’s already had a go.  Now he’s got to pay off his debt before he gets his turn again.”  To which he leaned close to the other man’s ear and whispered, “I wonder how long till you beg this time, Show Pony.”  He actually hadn’t deprived Sebastian since Thanksgiving, but after over a month of arguing about the circumstances, Brody was definitely ready to make the bastard eat his words.  As for Marley, he’d never asked her to stay upright when they were together before, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he could hold up both of them, so when she suggested the bed, he growled in agreement, nipping at Sebastian’s neck and declaring, “Guess we’re moving,” before exhaling almost painfully as he stepped away from the other man’s back.  Smacking Sebastian’s ass possessively, he grabbed up the man and threw him over his shoulder, before smirking and stepping in front Marley as she half-recovered, tugging her wrist to bring her toward him and carefully heaving her over the other one.  “If only I’d known where that barn work had been going toward as a kid,” he remarked with a grin, carrying both over toward the (luckily open) bedroom door.  “I would have been happier to do my chores.”

Sebastian

Sebastian rolled his head back against Brody's shoulder with a sharp inhale as Brody's hand finally wrapped around him, automatically jerking into the touch. With being pressed between both of them, it was almost overwhelming, and it was like his body was hyperaware of each touch - each drag of Brody's teeth, each noise that fell from Marley's lips. He grinned at Marley in reply, but Brody's words... it was hard to concentrate on them as the older ground against him, his head spinning, so he had a little trouble working out what he meant.

Which was made clear when Brody removed both of their hands from him, and Sebastian whimpered from the loss, body trembling in response. Shit, he was already so worked up - they were going to do this /again/? "You're going to hell for your teasing," he grunted. Not that Sebastian was complaining, because fuck, this side of Brody was one of the sexiest things about the older man. Devious, infuriating, yeah, but it didn't make him any less keen for the other to follow it up. Marley's suggestion definitely sounded like a good idea, though, and before he even got the chance to agree, Brody's hand hit his ass with a delicious sharp sting before he suddenly found himself being thrown over Brody's shoulder, and then Marley - which was all manner of hot.

Marley

Marley’s blue eyes darkened as she watched the two older teachers together. She’s never actually watched two men together, but this was pretty hot. Licking her lips, she looked into Brody’s eyes, and grinned. “Just a bit... “ At least they didn’t seem mad she got both of them off, though now she wished they knew she was getting both of them off. Her ears perked when he mentioned someone being owed, because if that wasn’t her, she was pretty certain she might explode.

Brody stretched her out, and Marley’s knees bucked as she cried out, gripping Bas for support. “Brode.” She whined, swallowing roughly, because she needed him, fuck she needed both of them. Never before in her life has she been this turned on, never before in her life has she wanted two people at once, and wouldn’t have it any other way. The past few weeks have been filled with time between them, and now she had them together.. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to end that. Her lips pouted when he removed her hand from around Sebastian. “Fine.” She groaned, because she needed to be doing something with her hands. She considered snaking them around Brody, but he soon threw Bas over his shoulder, and her eyes darkened at the view. Shuddering, Marley squealed in surprise as he easily threw her over his shoulder. Brody carried them to her room, and she reached down, stroking his ass teasingly. Might as well have a bit of fun, right?

#smut #ttl #Marley Rose #Sebastian Smythe #Everybody Loves Counting #para #p. Marley #p. Sebastian #Brobastrose #holidays #New Year's Eve

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para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 4

Brody

“You’re welcome,” he replied to Marley, with a bow.  “Now Batsky will know who’s really the Ruler of Highgarden.”  The whole Margaery-allusion was actually really working in her favor tonight, which Brody figured Marley would love.  Bas’ comment, however had him rolling his eyes-- seriously, they were going to get stuck like that.  “Yeah, well, you’ll have to get it from her likely to be after-tonight-on again boyfriend if you want it that badly,” he retorted.  If Brody had lost out on Lily, at least he had the consolation that so had Sebastian.  With Marley’s cheering, though, the older teacher was successfully distracted, and happily blew his horn again, following the two out the door toward the cars collecting outside of the bar.  He opened the door, letting Sebastian in to talk to the driver while Marley fumbled over the seats to sit next to him.  He arguably could have taken the passenger seat, but riding in cabs had him acting on instinct, and he slid in behind them, causing the back seat to become very cramped with their drunken selves.  There were still a lot of drunks littering the sidewalk as the car moved slowly away from the curb, and Brody shook his head lightly before turning back to paw through the new toys in his bag.  Bas’ amusement caught his attention though, and he looked up and over.  “Wow-- apparently I was at the wrong party,” he grinned, deciding the bag could wait after all, and shifting in his seat to try to get a little more room.  Marley’s warmth was radiating against his thigh, and he found himself drumming his fingers against the armrest to distract himself more effectively from looking over at her and getting too invested in their proximity.  Not that he’d never fooled around in a car-- or a car filled with people-- but now it was weird, because Bas was right there, and he did not want to have his situation with those two overlap.  At all, if he could help it.  

Marley

Marley giggled at Brody’s compliment. “Of course it was me. Who would have thought differently?”She asked, running her hand through her hair, and holding her nose up slightly. She noticed the little exchange between them, and was kind of jealous they seemed to be talking about Lily. She was right here. Hell, at this point she’d be willing to sleep with either one of them. Still, he was blowing his horn, and she had a crown, and this was a good night. She wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. Sitting in between them, it was dark, and the driver was playing loud music, they were quiet, and for a moment, Marley considered talking about something, but they were both warm beside her, and she had another idea in her head, which probably wasn’t the best. Marley moved her hand to Brody’s thigh, and began stroking it slightly, her hand moving towards his middle thigh, and brushing against him… then it dawned on her if she wanted to do this, she had to distract Sebastian too, so she began doing the same to him, all while sitting there staring ahead, because even though she was a bit drunk, she knew they’d both be weirded out if they knew she was touching the other too.

Sebastian

He glanced over at Marley and her tiara and chuckled. “I never doubted you, Marls.” Turning his attention back to Brody, he shrugged. “Eh, I can work around the boyfriend, or wait for them to be off again,” he teased. It wasn’t like he was truly planning on sleeping with the woman. Well, unless he ran into her again, because she certainly wasn’t an offer that he’d refuse. Still, it was kind of crappy for Brody to lose out on his date, even if it did give him a brief jolt of something that he couldn’t quite decipher in his stomach.

“I dunno, Brodes – as entertaining as it is, a few more drinks, and they’ll turn into hot emotional messes that you don’t want to deal with.” Personal experience, obviously. His attention was distracted by Marley’s hand, though, making its way up his thigh, and- oh. Fuck. He pressed his lips together so that he wouldn’t make any telling noises, his pants getting even tighter under her touch. It was dark – Brody wouldn’t notice, right?

Brody

“Well, your little Diva might have gone a few rounds over it,” he reminded her-- that dog really seemed to think she owned the place some days.   “But I wouldn’t dare.”  Sebastian’s response left a sour taste in Brody’s mouth, but he knew that was how the man worked: boundaries didn’t mean the same thing for him as they did for Brody, and the older teacher had pretty much made his peace with it.  “Yeah, well, Colin’s more of a hothead than you are, so be careful before you poke that bear,” he told him offhandedly, toying with the bag in his hands.  Not that he believed that would put Bas off if he was genuinely interested, but he couldn’t help but mention it.  “Regardless, it looks like you’re getting about as much action as I am tonight,” he ribbed, feeling slightly better about his situation.  He wondered if he could convince Marley and Bas to crash in different rooms so he could creep in on both of them while they other was out cold-- was that considered unethical?  Because as hot as that three-way would be, that wasn’t happening.

Brody laughed at Bas’ analysis.  “Good point,” he agreed.  “Or a physical one-- those kind of girls always forget to cut off before they end up on the floor.”  He shook his head and leaned against the cool window.   He took a deep breath and-- his body suddenly went stiff as he felt Marley’s hand snake up along his thigh.  Man she must be drunk tonight, and horny.  Which normally was fine when they were together, except for the fact that she was now stroking him through his pants in the back seat of a car next to her best friend was a little bit uncomfortable.  Because shit, Bas was right there.  Trying to appear less conspicuous, Brody bit hard on his bottom lip and glanced over Marley’s head in his peripheral vision to see whether Sebastian was paying attention.  He was looking forward, at least-- was he even awake?  It was hard to really tell from this angle.  Brody very slowly shifted to adjust his body and widen the space between his legs a little, attempting soft, controlled breaths.  He really couldn’t afford to reciprocate right now-- there was no way in hell Sebastian wouldn’t notice that-- but, as his hand slid down and covered Marley’s, stroking against her hot, soft skin as it pushed into his enthusiastic cock, he swore internally that the minute they had some time he would definitely be doing her a huge freaking favor.  Massive.  Screaming.  The whole thing was just hot to think about, and Brody hissed quietly between his teeth.

Marley

“Right? I rock it, don’t I?” She grinned, flipping her hair back, and giggling. “She knows who the Queen is.. Even though she is insane.” Marley loved her dog like crazy, but Batsky seemed to live up to her name. She was kind of batty. Marley zoned out for a moment, glancing around, before remembering where she was. Brody and Bas seemed to have some banter going on, she honestly had no idea what they were talking about, nor did she care. Still, this was kind of risky, what she was doing, and rationally she knew that, but she could feel Bas was into it, and brushed her hand over his cock, biting down on her lip slightly.

Peering over at Brody, Marley smiled playfully, because while he might not let her do this, she was going to enjoy herself for now. What took her by surprise was when he shifted, giving her permission to do what she wanted, and she leaned back slightly as his hand covered her own. Her breath hitched for a moment, as she tried to calm herself down. She couldn’t kiss either one of them, that would be suspicious, but Brody’s cock was pressed against one hand, and Sebastian’s in the other, and she might explode. So, she did what a rational person would, she continued stroking them through their jeans, wondering if there was a way to take them out without the other knowing.

Sebastian

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, Brodes,” he countered. “Yeah, looks like it.” Exactly how much action that would be was definitely up for debate. He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage it, but he was damn well going to make sure he could swing some alone time with at least one of them, even if he’d rather have both. At the same time. Fuck, that was… an interesting thought, to say the least.

He chuckled in response to Brody’s comment, but he couldn’t really say much else with Marley’s hand on his dick. He was never the best at keeping quiet during sex – and the sheer risk of what they were doing right now only served to turn him on more. Licking his lips, he bucked into the touch, his hand coming down to his zipper. Fuck—should he? Was this a bad idea? Probably, but then again, Sebastian was full of bad ideas. Careful to do it slowly so that it didn’t make a noise, he unzipped himself, his hand squeezing Marley’s and guiding it down his pants. Fuck, yeah, he had to make sure to get some alone time with her later. There was no way Marley was going unrewarded for this.

Brody

Brody shook his head, but let the subject go.  He didn’t want to encourage or bait or know anything more about Bas’ plans for or with Lily and Connor.  Man though, he wished that Bas’ response meant something other than no action for either of them, as they shuffled toward the car, he could literally see the cab of his truck in his mind’s eye, fogged up and rocking in a dark parking lot… fuck, he really had to think up a plan to get them in separate rooms.  He wished they were heading back to his place-- it’d be a lot easier to arrange if that were the case.  Or hell, he could just pick Bas up and carry him to the bathroom or something.  He just needed like literally twenty minutes.  Or maybe he could sneak in on Marley first-- tell Bas he was getting her to bed, and you know, take a little time there, then take a while with Bas, and then come back to Marley.  Man his life was complicated sometimes.

Brody braced down on his diaphragm to keep quiet.  Vocals could potentially be hidden underneath the ruckus of the radio, but he didn’t think he wasn’t one hundred percent that anything he’d say was matchable with the sounds coming from the speakers.  He squeezed Marley’s hand in his, trying to restrain himself to let her have some freedom, but damn that was a trick.  He was just really itchy from what Lily had appropriately labeled a “kissing orgy”.  He really wanted to kiss her now.  He saw Bas move imperceptibly out of the corner of his eye, but the other man didn’t seem to notice what they were doing, because he didn’t turn toward him, so Brody let out a quiet shudder as Marley continued to stroke him.  His pants were tight-- he just needed a little room, that was all.  Nothing indecent, right?  He rolled his shoulders subtly, loosening his jacket around him so that it brushed along Marley’s arm and his jeans, before guiding her hand back up toward his zipper, using his own hand to tug at the button to pull open the fly.  Nothing too exposed-- just… a little space.  Brody took a deep breath and braced himself back against the seat, trying to look relaxed while biting down on his lip to keep from making himself obvious.  

Marley

The barter would be amusing if she was a part of it, but Marley was kind of in her own little world. Right now she was trying to figure out how to get alone with them. Was it even possible? She had a few rooms, but it wasn’t possible. She then had the image of the two of them kissing, and she really liked that image more than she should.

She was kind of surprised she was getting away with this, but Sebastian unzipped his pants, and Marley slipped her hand into the confines of his pants. He was hard, and warm and god he felt good. Marley wrapped her hand around his cock, she began stroking him, gazing over at Bas, and smiling encouragingly.

It was then she heard a noise from Brody, it was soft, she was fairly certain only she heard it. He squeezed her hand, and she bit back a moan, because she was so aroused right now, it wasn’t even funny. Brody moved her hand to his zipper, and she unzipped them, her hand sliding into his pants, the way her other hand was, and wrapping her hand around his thick cock. It was funny, she’s never done this at the same time, and it was interesting, Brody was thicker, but Bas was longer, and in all honesty, she wanted both of them. Fuck. That was bad, wasn’t it?

Sebastian

Sebastian rolled his head back on the seat when Marley’s hand wrapped around him, breathing in deep through his nose – the noise thankfully swallowed by the car. God, this was going to be a challenge. He glanced over at her blearily, and he managed a smirk in return, but it was gone with another stroke as his jaw flexed trying to contain himself.

His hips moved automatically, chasing the friction of her palm. They were small, subtle movements, but his heart was hammering in his chest with each one, because even for him, this was risky. Trust Marley to be the instigator. She was more wicked than people gave her credit for – something that he very much respected about his best friend.

Brody

And...Marley’s hand was inside his pants, skin on skin, getting him off in a stranger’s car.  With Sebastian right next to her, who could easily just fucking turn sideways and see Brody was straining in a way that was not normal for a random car ride.  Man, it’d be kind of hot if Bas was watching, though-- Brody could imagine those hot green eyes, hooded and dark and just completely blown out as they fixed on him, watching his cock getting hard....oh Fuck.  “Um, can you turn up the music?” he asked, barely able to keep his voice steady.  He wasn’t going to make it through this quietly.  And he was pretty sure Bas would not appreciate his best friend and the guy he was fucking going at it in the seat next to him.

The speakers vibrated near Brody’s ears, and Marley’s thumb was drawing circles over his tip.  Brody wished like hell there was a way to snake her other hand in there, but that would probably be a little too obvious.  She didn’t even look like she was willing to lean any closer to him, like pretend to fall asleep on his chest-- he’d had girls pull off that move before.  But it was fine-- Bas was still off in his own world, and Brody just went ahead and slipped his hand back over hers, using his greater surface area to help cover more ground, while letting her set the pace.  He couldn’t help it though-- he leaned toward her ears, lips almost resting on the shell as he whispered “Minx.” with a rasping breath.  Because holy shit.

Marley

Brody asked the driver to turn the music up, and it filled the cab. Marley's heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Smiling back at Bas, she stroked him softly, her wrist turning slightly in a way she knew he liked. Doing this with two hands was a bit of work, but there was a thrill to it that kept her going.

Running her thumb across the tip of their cocks, Marley bit back a moan. God she wanted one of them to touch her right now. There was no way to get herself off, which kind of sucked, but she was focusing on them. She looked at Brody in surprise as he cupped her hand, but it gave her more access to him, and she swallowed, a smirk appearing on her face at his words. “You love it.” She whispered back.

Sebastian

When the music was turned up, relief flooded through Sebastian, because it swallowed up the involuntary whimper that escaped his lips all at once. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands - fuck, he wanted to touch Marley. He wanted to lean over and whisper sinful things in her ear - make her promises for later of everything that he was going to do to her in return, but all he could do was dig his fingernails into the seat with one hand and give her hand a quick squeeze with his other, hoping that it signified his promise.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he could feel his stomach burning up – and how exactly was he going to keep himself quiet when Marley brought him to completion? He bit down on his lip a little harder than normal, letting it ground him.

Brody

Brody was grateful for the noise, honestly, because his breathing was getting a little out of hand-- he could barely keep himself restrained even that much.  He shut his eyes tight, biting down hard on his lip as he tried to shift himself in his seat without being ridiculously obvious that he was grinding up against the pressure of Marley’s hand.  He chanced another peak over at Bas-- he had no idea what was completely occupying his mind, but whatever it was Brody was beyond grateful, because he was going crazy himself.  

He squeezed Marley’s hand as it encased his straining cock, angling his hips to pull as much pleasure from her as he could manage in his limited space.  How close were they to her place?  God, as awkward as it might be having a stain on his jeans from messing around in the car, he was going to have to kill himself if he ended up back at her house unfinished and obvious.  If he was smart, he’d take her out of his pants and spend whatever time they had left cooling down-- come back to this if they had time later in her house.  But Brody wasn’t really known for his smart decision making skills, especially drunk and horny.  So instead he began rotating his hand beside hers, increasing the friction as he helped her toward the finish line, fingers lightly brushing against her soft, small ones every time they overlapped, gripping the armrest of the door to keep himself from reaching over to reciprocate, because there was no way he could keep that subtle.  As Marley began increasing pressure and speed, Brody couldn’t check Sebastian anymore, his eyes shut tight and slips pressed in a thin line as he felt himself building to a breaking point.  Shit, he hoped that there was still a little time before they got to the house.

Marley

Marley felt so devious, and kind of horny, which sucked, because with her luck they’d end up touching each other’s hand between her thighs or something. She really, really hoped they paid her back for this later, though how was beyond her.

They were both close. She was sure of it, because while she was still learning Sebastian’s queues, oddly enough from the few times she’s done this, she knew when Brody was close. Bas seemed to be trying to stop a moan, and a part of her wanted them to know what she was doing to the other. Why? She didn’t know, it just seemed kind of hot getting them off at the same time.

Their hands on her own, guiding her made her shudder, and she bit back her own moan. Peering over at Bas, she saw him biting down on his lip, and she peered over at Brody and saw he was doing the same. It was amusing, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss one of them, both of them. Fuck it was getting hot in here. Squeezing them softly, she ran her thumbs over their tips, and shifted in her seat. God, this was the hottest thing she has ever seen!

Sebastian

Sebastian widened his legs to give Marley more space, his leg bumping against hers lightly. With Brody so close to them, every movement had his heart freeze in his chest a little bit, and he could barely chance a glance at the older man without giving him and Marley away – which, honestly, sounded really hot – and now the idea of Brody watching Marley getting him off was inside his mind, it definitely wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

He lifted his hips, his moan only just quiet enough to dip below the radar, thanks to the music, but he really needed to be more careful, even though a small part of him wanted to get Brody’s attention, but that wasn’t going to end anything but badly – even Sebastian in his alcohol fuelled state knew that.

Marley was driving his system wild – every stroke making his breath tremble and his heart pick up at an alarming rate. He was close. Or he was getting there. One glance out the window told him that he damn well better get there fast, because he was starting to recognise the signs that they were close to Marley’s place. He’d been there often enough to know.

Brody

Brody was trying to hold still, his toes digging hard against the toes of his boots into the floor of the car and back pushed hard against the seat, but he was having trouble keeping his composure.  He was having trouble keeping quiet too-- he wondered if there was any way to ask the driver to turn the music up louder without his voice cracking.  Probably not.  His hand squeezed Marley’s in pleasure, and he wondered what Bas was doing right now.  Brody was kind of terrified that the guy was going to catch him-- it was too bad that he and Marley weren’t switched right now: he could distract Bas from noticing his sister was getting him off, and potentially show Marley a little appreciation.  But he couldn’t exactly ask for the car to stop so he could play musical seats.

Fuck, he was close.  He wasn’t sure if it was because of the adrenaline of the circumstance or if he’d just really been that horny all night, but damn he could feel it coming.  Brody’s nails dug into Marley’s hand, trying to give her a head’s up without saying anything, and he began helping to increase the heat around him, his pulse racing as he tried to quiet the panting that was starting to pick up.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  “Oh fuck,” he whispered under his breath.  Marley’s hand was wrapped perfectly around him, and he wasn’t able to think about anything except how much he wanted to kiss her and cum and that he was only going to be able to do one of those things right now…

Brody bit down on his lip hard, but a low groan still escaped him as he climaxed hard.  He forced himself to cough, trying to cover up the relief that was trying to make itself vocal and known out of his chest as he felt himself spill over his and Marley’s hands.  As he slowed his breathing, he moved his free hand to loosen his shirt, realizing that he was going to desperately need to cover up his situation from Bas’ prying eyes when they got to Marley’s house, which was...oh wow, there it was.  He couldn’t help but smirk in the girl’s direction, because she always seemed to have really good timing.

  Marley

Marley glanced around the cab, and knew they were getting close to her house. She was kind of impressed she was able to pull something like this off, without the driver knowing something was going on. Though.. He might not care. She wished they both knew what she was doing. Hell, she wished they were both fingering her right now. That would be kind of awesome, but alas, she had to be selfless, and give them this.

Bas was close, but she could tell Brody was closer. Leaning back, Marley glanced over at Brody, her hair falling on the side of her face to cover her expression. She wanted to see him cum. Hissing as she felt his nails, she bit back a moan, because that was kind of.. Well, hot. She bit her lip as he began to cum, stroking him through his orgasm, and stroking Bas at the same speed. She glanced around the cab, squeezing Bas’ cock encouragingly, because they only had a few more moments, and she wanted him to cum before they got home.

Sebastian

Sebastian thought that he’d heard Brody say something, but he was far too clouded to even attempt to comprehend it, never mind muster a response. All he could do was hope that the other wasn’t really asking a question that required one, because Marley’s hand was so warm on his cock and he could really only concentrate on the one area that all of his blood was rushing to right now.

If it wasn’t for the fact that they were so damn close to Marley’s home, and that Brody was /right there next to them/, Sebastian would’ve attempted to draw himself out a bit, make it last longer, because it felt far too good for him to welcome the end of it. Still, the familiar low burn in his stomach was beginning to rise. “Marls—fuck--” he gasped under his breath, biting down on his lip to stop anything else from coming out. Something like a small explosion rippled through his chest, and he couldn’t help the garbled whimper that escaped him as he bucked once more into Marley’s touch, spilling over them.

His head was up in the clouds in the aftermath, so it took him a few seconds to realise that they were pulling up to Marley’s house, and… oh. Shit. They were a mess. He licked his lips. Now what? He glanced around the car looking for something useful, when he realised that the only thing they could do was hide the mess until they got inside. At least he kept a change of clothes at Marley’s place. That wouldn’t look suspicious, right?

#smut #ttl #para #Sebastian Smythe #Marley Rose #Everybody Loves Counting #p. Sebastian #p. Marley #holidays #New Year's Eve #River of Stix #Brobastrose

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para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 5

Brody

Shit-- the car was slowing, and Brody didn’t really have time to recuperate, much less clean up.  Shit.  He attempted to glance at Marley inconspicuously, but her attention was focused on Sebastian.  Brody’s own blues shifted over there as well-- was he fucking asleep?  Brody would not have been so subtle if he’d known Bas had fallen completely out of it on the ride home.  Bastard.  He cleared his throat and made an attempt at casual.  “Hey, Bas-- you good over there?” he spoke up, the radio turning down as the driver turned back at them and Brody subtly tugged at his untucked shirt to cover up his crotch.  He was going to have to get out first.  At least it’d be cold, he guessed.  

The older teacher took a deep breath, zipping himself up and throwing open the door in quick succession, moving to step up onto the sidewalk and take a deep breath of cold winter air.  2017 air.  And he’d started it off with a handjob.  Well, he could think of worse options, he supposed.  Pretending to be stiff from the car ride and not dazed from his orgasm, Brody bounced on the balls of his toes, stretching carefully to keep his shirt low but trying to seem cool.  Normally he’d offer to pay, or at least chip in, but right now he was still fairly drunk and sporting a cum stain and feeling awkward with Sebastian right there, so he began making his way towards the front door, shifting in his boxers as best as he could to try not to feel so uncomfortable as the wetness turned cold in the freezing temperature.

Luckily getting inside helped a lot.  Brody quickly shifted into the kitchen, moving toward Marley’s wine collection and grabbing up a few glasses.  “Anyone still up for a drink?” he called out.

Marley 

They both came, and Marley felt like she might explode. She was so wet, she was fairly certain she ruined her tights, which was possible since she had nothing on under them. Rubbing her thighs together, she squeezed their thighs as the cab stopped, and realized she had to pay. Rubbing her hands against her thighs, Marley got the balance and paid through the app.

Getting out of the car, she took off her shoes, rubbing inside, and began stripping off her tights because it was hot, and they were ruined. Walking into her kitchen, she spotted Brody at her wine collection, and glanced around. Bas wasn't there, so she walked over to him, and leaning into him, kissing his neck. “Should we?” She asked, pulling back, and twirling around.

Sebastian

Sebastian let out a breath, skin tingling where Marley squeezed his thigh, because he was still a little sensitive. He was snapped out of his daze, though, when Brody said his name, and he cocked his head to regard the older man. “Yeah,” he breathed, hoping his voice didn’t sound too rough – because Brody was all too familiar with his post-orgasm gravel. “I was just distracted.” Distracted by Marley’s hand on his cock – it was hardly a lie. He winced, zipping himself up and preparing to have to deal with the aftermath on their way inside.

He’d been pretty busy worrying about how he was going to manage to cover himself up, but Brody went on ahead of him, thankfully. Rather than follow into the kitchen, Sebastian dismissed himself into the bathroom to clean himself up – at least until he could naturally make the excuse of wanting to change into something more comfortable. He heard Brody call out though, and he smirked. “Yeah, as long as it’s from one of my bottles,” he called back, making his way back through to the kitchen.

Brody

“Yeah, sure,” Brody grumbled-- the guy sounded half-dead, and Brody now felt a little irritated that he’d held back so much when Bas wouldn’t have even noticed.  He could have at least helped Marley out, although she was much more active a participant and obviously drunk-- but still.  Damn Bas and his drunken stupor.

Brody glanced back at the bathroom where Bas had disappeared to-- he’d been hoping to sneak there himself when a discreet opportunity presented itself, but now he’d have to wait.  So much for looking put together.  Bastard.  Just to piss him off (and because Sebastian’s bottles sucked), Brody pulled out a Cabernet he’d left with Marley during Christmas Eve.  If Bas thought he was going to be drinking shitty wine, even completely sloshed, he was a bigger idiot that normal.  He started searching for a corkscrew, but Marley caught up with him, pinning him against the counter and letting her lips work at his skin.  Brody noticed she’d ditched her leggings, and watched as she unsteadily twirled around him.  “You having fun there, Princess?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.  He pulled her chin up to kiss her gently, his free hand holding her steady.  “You’re going to have to show a little more patience, Marls.  What you’re suggesting is hardly appropriate for company,” he reminded her.  He was debating whether cracking open that bottle was really that great of an idea if Marley was so close to jumping his bones as she was.  

Marley

Giggling at Bas’ comment, Marley ran her hand through her hair. By now her curls were pretty wild, and she was dazed, but she wasn't that drunk she just felt good. She was tempted to slap Brody’s ass, but resisted for now.

Brody's neck was warm, and he tasted really good. She wanted more, but worried they'd get caught. She grinned at Brody's comment, and held on to him as he kissed her. “I am. A lot of fun..” She mumbled, kissing him again, and biting her lips. There was a warmth between her thighs, and it was driving her wild. “I'm so wet.” She grabbed his hand, and slipped it under her dress and between her thighs. It wasn't fair. Groaning, she sighed. “You're teasing me now.”

Sebastian

When Sebastian got into the kitchen, he was about to start rifling through Marley's cupboard for three glasses, but when he turned to tell Brody that he damn well better be picking out a French wine, he froze. They were-- what. The fuck. That was-- was Brody's hand up Marley's skirt? "Uh." He cleared his throat. "Should I leave you two alone?" God, he didn't want to. Which... why was that his first thought, exactly? He must have had more to drink than he thought he did.

Brody

Okay, Marley was definitely drunk, and Brody was kind of losing his happy trying to keep her in line.  Not that Marley wasn’t sexy, and that Brody arguably wouldn’t want it-- but not like this.  I mean, it was one thing to fantasize having Bas watch them, gripping his long, hard cock as Brody dipped against Marley’s wet thighs and made her scream his name-- maybe both of them.  But that wasn’t real, and this was-- and making an exposition the way the drunk girl was was a bad idea all around.

He took a large step back away from her, just barely keeping her steady as he replaced his hands somewhere much more safe.  Girl was going to get him in all sorts of trouble.  “I think someone needs to be cut off,” he announced, carefully moving around Marley to guide her back toward the bedroom.  “Time for bed, Marls,” he announced, keeping as much space as he could between Marley and himself while still using his hands to guide her toward her room.  

Marley

Marley groaned loudly, because of course she can get both of them off, but they won’t want to get her off! Glancing over at Bas, Marley turned towards her best friend. “Nooo! Don’t leave!” Marley exclaimed, pulling out of Brody’s gasp as he tried guiding her to her room. “I am NOT going to bed.” She pulled away from him, and shifted, pouting her lips and glaring at Brody. “You’re supposed to help me. BOTH of you should help me.” She groaned, because this wasn’t fair. Clearing her throat, Marley brushed back her hair. “I am fine. I’m not going to bed.”

Sebastian 

Sebastian cocked his head, but Brody stepped away, and he rolled his eyes. Was Marley really that shitfaced? How had he missed it? Then again, after the drive on the way over, he could only imagine that his best friend was fired up. He wondered if it was even a good idea to pay her back at this point - would it be taking advantage of her? Yeah, Brody was probably right. She had to go to bed.

He groaned at Marley, running his hands through his hair. "Marls, you're wasted. Come on." He wrapped his arm around his best friend's shoulder, beginning to lead her back towards the bedroom again. "You'll thank us for this in the morning." And, well, at least Brody was still there. That was something.

Brody

Marley was not going gently, that was for certain.  Even as Brody sidestepped her, she suddenly latched onto Sebastian, and the older man realized that she must really be gone if she was brushing up against her best friend.  After all, he understood why she’d be anxious at him-- he had proof in his boxers why he owed her-- but Sebastian?  Yeah, she was just completely smashed.  “Yep, Marls-- time to lay down.  Just for a little while,” he assured her, figuring if he could get her to rest on the bed for a solid minute, she’d probably pass out.

Luckily Sebastian took up the lead, because Brody didn’t think he could handle another ambush.  His hand was still tingling from the dampness where he’d brushed between her thighs.  It was a bad idea all around, with how gone she was, and he was starting to get worked up again, and regardless of what he’d said earlier, he was still very drunk.  He trailed after the two, helping to pull back the covers to tuck Marley into her bed.  “Come on Marls-- that’s enough excitement for one night anyways,” he assured her, promising in his head that he’d make sure she got plenty of excitement in the morning before Sebastian woke up because he definitely still owed her.

Marley

Marley was getting frustrated. While she was drunk, she wasn’t so drunk she couldn’t function. She was just.. Horny, and she was allowed to be like that. ‘No I won’t. I’m fine.” She pulled away from them, because it felt like they were trying to get out of paying her back or something, and that wasn’t fair. Brody actually managed to get her in bed, and she shook her head. “No. I’m not going to bed. God, Jesus Christ, I’m not drunk.” She snapped, glaring at him, as she pushed out of bed, and shoved him. “That isn’t fair. You can’t do that!” She hissed, because she wanted something! Glancing over at Bas, she shook her head. “Seriously, I feel fine. You realize I’m fine, right?” She sat back on her bed, and her legs spread apart, forgetting she had nothing on under her dress. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

Sebastian

"Marley," Sebastian groaned. God, she was going to have to be careful - it was a wonder that Brody hadn't gone running. Well, not that Marley coming onto anyone was a reason to go running, but it was going to make for some awkwardness at work when they went back.

And then she was sitting down and spreading her legs, and Sebastian's throat went tight, stomach curling with want - but he couldn't do what he wanted to do. Not with Brody right there. Not with Marley in the state she was in. He moved his hand to push them together, grimacing at Brody. "Why don't you just go for a quick nap? Clear your head, and we'll wake you in like half an hour," he lied.  

Brody

Jesus, Marley was being stubborn...and was she not wearing underwear?  Well, actually, Brody  knew that already-- he’d felt her up, hadn’t he?  Apparently he just hadn’t been as aware as he’d thought.  Good thing too, because Marley was already making him simultaneously turned on and uncomfortable, and it was a weird combination..

He pretty much let Sebastian take over mothering her-- not that he’d never done it before, but he remembered very clearly how clingy and stubborn Marley could get while drunk, and he was already drunk, so he didn’t trust himself not to make any missteps around Bas.  Because he could already imagine a lot of ways to misstep, and...yeah, that just wasn’t the plan right now.  He wished he could make Bas deaf for a minute so he could assure Marley that he’d more than make up for her New Year’s present later, but now was just a bad time.  And let’s be honest, his fuzzy brain did manage to realize: did he really think she’d care?  She was horny now.  He nodded his head along with Bas though, stepping backward toward the door and lingering at the entrance.  “Yeah, Marls-- just give yourself a minute to recharge, you know?  And then we’ll start the party back up.”  He flashed her a grin, hoping she’d be swayed into at least laying down a little.  He didn’t want to go chasing her outside of her house while she went out looking for a new stray cat to adopt or something.

Marley

Realizing her legs were uncrossed when Bas pushed them together, Marley cleared her throat. “Sorry.” She mumbled, getting really frustrated by them. They didn’t seem to get that she was fine, maybe a little drunk, but she was fine, she really was! Glaring over at Sebastian, Marley pressed her lips together. ��Fine.” She said coolly. Not that she was planning on going to bed. Then Brody started stepping away from the door and she knew for now she wasn’t going to win. Groaning, she rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She repeated, though she didn’t believe that they would get her back, which was frustrating. Still, she watched them leave her room. She sat on her bed for a few moments, before getting up, and heading to her bathroom. Wetting her face, she brushed out her hair, and groaned. “Damn.” She mumbled, grabbing makeup remover, and fixing her eyeliner, and mascara. 

Sebastian 

“You’ll thank us later,” Sebastian assured her, patting her on the shoulder before standing up – and, fuck, his pants should not be as tight as they are right now after Marley’s display. He cleared his throat, shuffling and subtly adjusting himself when he was sure neither of the two were looking at him. “We’ll come back for you soon, okay? Just get some rest.”

As drunk as Marley was, though, Sebastian was positive that his best friend was going to be out for the count. He breathed a sigh of relief when they got out of the room, but now he had a more urgent issue to deal with. How was he so frustrated after he’d just been relieved? Thankfully, he had another option – just as tempting as Marley. He should be trying to make excuses on Marley’s behalf so that Brody wouldn’t be weird around her at school, but that could wait. Gripping onto his shirt as soon as they reached the living room, Sebastian pulled Brody onto the couch and crushed their lips together desperately without a word, lying back and pulling the other over him.

Brody

Brody had sneaked out of the room the minute he could for two solid reasons: one, he was fairly certain his presence wasn’t helping Marley’s drunken horny belligerence, and he didn’t want to stir up a scene, especially in front of Bas.  B) and more importantly, Brody was definitely all worked up again, although how that had happened when his boxers were still wet from the stain Marley’s efforts had left was just beyond him.  Maybe he’d been bitten by a horny radioactive spider or something-- or Marley had, and had infected him or something.  He was pretty sure none of that made any sense.

What he really needed now, he felt, was some air and a drink.  Neither of which, apparently, he was going to get, because as soon as the door quietly shut behind him, Bas had strode across the floor and grabbed up Brody by his shirt, wrinkling the fabric beneath his grip as he tugged him over to the couch and flopping onto his back.  Brody managed to keep upright, hovering over the younger man though not breaking the liplock.  He should, he knew-- Marley might not be asleep yet; he should wait, his logical train of thought warned him.  But his fucking horny side that Marley had worked up like crazy argued that the door was shut, the light was off, and, after all, he was in a bit of a spot, and god Bas was doing that thing with his tongue…

Groaning softly, Brody slid his hand behind Bas’ backside, lifting him from the couch and flush against his own chest, hitching one of his toned legs up over his waist to lift him up off the couch.  Brody was too worked up to be laying down just yet, and instead walked Bas over to the wall, grinding into him and ducking his head down into the younger man’s neck, panting slightly as he moved to build up some friction.  Just really quick, was all-- he could sneak something in really fast, he was sure, he told himself.  Although, “Missing the action you should be getting from your date?” he chuckled throatily, nipping at the soft exposed skin of Sebastian’s neck as he mocked him lightly for being stuck with his “sister” as a date.  Because apparently he couldn’t manage it without a joke-- he liked to hear Bas talk.

Sebastian

As soon as Brody lifted him off the couch, Sebastian groaned against his lips, his head rolling back against the wall as he secured his legs around the older teacher's waist, giving Brody the space against his neck. Fuck, he was already desperate from the friction, grinding against him for more. He smirked at his words. "Same could be said for you, Brodes - though it looked like I was in with a chance there." He grunted as Brody continued to move against him. "But I can't say that this is working out too bad either." Two orgasms in one night is a bonus, after all.

Marley

Marley was still pretty annoyed they made her go to ‘sleep’. She wasn’t even tired. Staring in the mirror, her hair looked back to normal. She no longer looked like a train wreck, so that was a start. Adjusting her dress, she fixed her lipstick, and wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing this, but she wanted them to believe she was fine when she came out, so if she looked nice, no harm, no foul. See, it was brilliant. Marley was done pretending to sleep, she was far from tired, and it was actually almost sobering. She was still kind of annoyed they shot her down, because while she was drunk, she was functioning. She knew what she was doing. Heading out to her living room, she heard a noise, and stopped for a moment. Then she saw them. At first she was annoyed. They put her to bed so they could make out?!? Seriously? How was that even fair?? Selfish as it may seem, she got both of them off, and no one could return the favor, and she was still pretty wet, and she decided just to fuck it. She wanted something to happen, and the worse they could do was push her away. Feeling more confident than she should at this moment, Marley pressed her body into Brody’s, and nipped at his neck. “I don’t think so.” She crooned, grabbing the first hand she found, which she knew was Sebastian’s, and sucking on his finger softly.

#smut #ttl #Marley Rose #Sebastian Smythe #para #Everybody Loves Counting #p. Marley #p. Sebastian #Brobastrose #holidays #New Year's Eve

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Para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 11 (end)

Brody

Brody slid a finger into her, and her hips jerked forward, her eyes rolling back as she watched him lick his finger. Groaning against Sebastian’s cock, Marley felt him enter her, and went to work. This had to be the best feeling in the world, and Bas’ sentiment was right. Watching them inside of her, kissing, together. Fuck, it was beautiful.

Brody barked out a laugh at the argument between the two younger teachers.  When Bas mocked his response to Marley’s touch, he rolled his eyes, leaning over to shove the man gently with a playful “Shut up.”  “What can I say-- such a lack of ass is an oddity and demands attention.  Like something from the circus.”  He grinned as Marley shimmied from her spot on the bed and nodded, “Yeah, I can see that Marls.  But just to make sure…”  He leaned over and firmly grabbed a handful of her while still holding onto Bas, squeezing them both consideringly.  “Yep…I’m going with hers.  It has a shape.”  He shook his head at her, “You know, somehow I doubt that, Princess.”

Marley’s groan was damn sexy, and Brody grinned against her lips.  There just was way too much to do to this girl and not enough time for it, it seemed.  He wanted her to just keep making that noise all night, but she wanted both, and Brody damn well was going to give it to her, so he reached over for the pillows.  Bas had his own vocals to add to the room, in the form of rambling curses and ecstasy that caused Brody to breathe deeply through to keep his own concentration.  He crashed hard against Sebastian’s lips, nails digging into the other’s skin as he dominated Brody’s own tongue.  The older man raked his fingers upward, groaning at the feel of Bas reacting to Marley’s mouth around him as Brody himself gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging hard as he tried to take back control, although he admitted his cock was throbbing in excitement by the fight that Bas was putting up.

He chuckled lowly as Sebastian turned his compliment back around on him breathily.  God, this whole thing was mind-blowing, and he ducked down toward Marley to lick a long stripe up her chest, before his hand shifted away from her breast along the mattress to bear his weight as his lips took his fingers’ place, tongue circling the peak and biting her breast lightly, humming into her skin as he pinned his other hand beneath him as it worked over Marley’s clit.  “God Marls, you taste so good…” he growled lowly, sucking a bruise into her skin. “And fuck, you sound so good with him-- listen to how crazy you make him, Marls.  He’s wrecked up there…”  His hips bucked into her as he groaned, biting down hard as a rush of heat blew through his veins. 

Sebastian

Sebastian tsked, cocking his head with a doubtful expression, but he didn't bother pressing on. Apparently he wasn't winning this one, but moving on from the subject and not actually agreeing with it was hardly losing, so he'd take it. When Brody shoved him, Sebastian snorted, shaking his head almost condescendingly. "You know, this whole denial thing you've got going on is cute, Brodes, but I really do think you need to just admit to this obsession." He scoffed at Marley's retort, and rolled his eyes Brody's response. "You would take her side. Not that you don't have a gorgeous ass, Marls, but mine is still something to be marvelled over," he drawled, giving her ass a quick squeeze and smirking at her response.

As Marley's mouth continued to work him, he could feel the spread of heat below his waist get more and more intense, and as Marley swallowed around him and Brody's nails raked over the skin, he let out a low growl against the older man's lips - and of course the kiss becomes a damn competition. Pretty much describes their sex life up until now, really. Not that he was complaining, because he'd be pretty damn crazy to do so. It seemed like Brody was determined to take control, but Sebastian had already let the asshole win one already through the course of the evening, so he was hardly going to submit without a fight, his tongue demanding, rough and relentless.

He watched as Brody began to mouth over Marley's skin, licking and kissing and teeth scraping, and his thumb flicked over Marley's nipple lightly. Fuck, he wished he could do more, but his position didn't allow him to be able to do much more than watch, his pupils dilating at the sight. His free hand slid through Brody's hair though, just wanting to keep a hold of the other - wanting to keep them all connected, and fuck - Brody wasn't wrong. Marley was driving him crazy in all the right ways. They both were. It was fucking intoxicating. His stomach rolled with heat, balls tightening, and his green eyes met Marley's blues with a shaky breath, tongue skimming over his lips to bring back some form of moisture. "He's right, Marls- your mouth, fuck- you have no idea-"  he choked out through sharp breaths.

Marley

Glancing over at Brody, Marley was a bit taken back by the laugh, she didn’t expect it, but it made her giggle as well. Her eyebrow kinked, as her tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she watched her best friend. “I mean it’s alright.” And be that as it will, she squeezed his other ass cheek, and moaned as she felt both hands on her own. This felt nice, being with them like this, and she wouldn’t change it. “Ha. I win.” She teased, winking at Bas, and slapping his ass.

With her mouth busy, she brought one hand to Sebastian’s balls, fondled them softly, as her other hand ran up Brody’s chest. It was such a sensory overload, she felt them everywhere, and it was kind of amazing. She had Brody inside of her, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, and Sebastian going down her throat, a moan escaping past her lips, as she arched forward.

Watching the two men kiss, she felt a gush of wetness, and fuck, it was hot, she wanted more of them, she wanted to touch them, everywhere, she wanted to kiss them, but for now she was content. She had a feeling there was more where that came from, and she planned on taking total advantage of it later. Digging her nail into Sebastian’s thigh, Marley jerked her hips forward.

The two of them drove her wild. She has never met two people who turned her on more than she was right now. Her nipple hardened under Brody’s touch, and she cried out around Sebastian’s cock, wishing there was more she could say.

Brody

Blue eyes rolled at the other man at the long standing game.  Brody was aware in about two seconds he’d be fawning over the guy again (and his ass), but for now, after a shower to somewhat clear his head, he was still able to scoff “What have I said about you projecting your own shit onto me, Bas?  You have to face the truth eventually, and hey-- I’ll still be your friend,” he ribbed the other man.  However, really,with the situation at hand-- and Bas and Marley literally in hand-- Brody really was done with just talk.

A shiver ran up Brody’s spine between Marley’s fingers continued to reach outward and brush at his chest, and in response he pulled back from Bas slightly, taking in a sharp breath as he sucked at his bottom lip.  The younger man was stubborn and Brody moaned as adrenaline coursed through him at the other’s resilience.  His lips were bruising and fingers aching slightly at their tight grip digging into the man, but god help him he just didn’t fucking care. He wanted to fuck Bas’ mouth with his tongue the way the he had with his cock the first night they’d slept together-- a thought that caused a whole new pulse tensed up his thighs, his cock pulsing as he bucked his hips needily.

Brody braced up against Sebastian’s fingers, lifting his head as much as he could to press further into the touch without leaving Marley’s breasts.  He drove hard into her again, and as he tweaked her nipple, Marley keening around the other man’s dick finally did him in.  Balls tightening as Bas cursed in pants, Brody himself growled as he pulled up from her place, tugging at Marley’s hips to shift her angle so that her legs fell at either side of him and Bas was closer to directly across.  His own hand clenched over the longer ones to keep the other man holding onto him as he shifted and letting out a loud groan as he pounded hard against her.  Really, Brody was usually a lot better at being soft-- being slow-- but right now he just wanted to fuck her directly into Bas’ cock and fucking reduce them both to puddles.  Brody leaned forward, his fingers working circles around Marley’s clit, teasing and flicking the sensitive nub as he pushed to drive her to completion; while his free hand slid down from the younger man’s hand, raking across his arm and gripping into his shoulder for balance.  He didn’t want to let go of either, and he desperately wanted to be responsible for the climax of both before his own, as his breathing became ragged with his increasing speed driving Marley to take the other in with a new vigor.

Sebastian

Sebastian rolled his eyes with a huff. "Yeah, sure. Denial, denial." Although Marley did have a damn good ass - he'd give her that. Besides, Brody's tendency to talk about his ass pretty much constantly said all that he needed to know.

With a groan against Brody's mouth, Sebastian felt his blood racing through his body as Marley worked his cock with her talented mouth. He wanted so badly to move his hips, but he managed to distract himself, instead, teeth tugging over Brody's lower lip before delving back in, a low growl escaping the back of his throat. The shit Brody could do with his tongue was unreal, but Sebastian was determined to show that he had some damn good skills of his own. The cocky asshole had enough to brag about for the night.

As Brody started increasing the pace, Sebastian's breath hitched desperately, his hand moving from Marley's nipple to grip into her hair automatically, eyes hooded over with ecstasy. Her tongue was pressed against him in just the right way, and with the way that Brody was pounding into her, it was just-- fuck. There were no words strong enough to describe the sensations. He'd lost control of his own thoughts, his head swirling, and a series of babbled swears and groans fell from his lips as the heat began to pull in his stomach tightening along with his balls as he neared the peak. Unable to hold himself back, a loud groan followed, and he could barely manage to choke out a warning of "Fuck, Brodes-- Marls-- gonna--" before his entire system flared, and he felt his release spilling into Marley's mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Marley

Watching them was almost like watching a match. While she was seemingly occupied, she watched the two men, kind of amused by their banter, and a part of her wondered the extent of their relationship, but Brody’s hand on her ass made that thought disappear. Her hand reached out, and stroked Sebastian’s arm, squeezing it softly with a smile. “You have a nice ass, okay?”

Sebastian filled her mouth almost perfectly, while she wasn’t use to being quiet during sex, in fact, it was usually far from it, her mouth was full, and she moaned around him, her nails digging into Brody’s chest as her hips angled forward, and her eyes rolled back slightly as Brody manipulated her nipple.

Her cheeks puffed as Brody began fucking her. It was an amazing feeling, and kind of foreign with him. Every time they slept together, he was pretty gentle with her, but right now she felt as if she would probably feel him for days, and she was close, she was really close, and with each thrust, Sebastian’s cock slid further down her throat as Brody fucked her. She was going to cum, there was no denying it, she was right there. As Sebastian spilled down her throat, Marley’s walls began tightening around Brody’s cock as she swallowed every drop, suppressing her cries of pleasure, and it felt wonderful

Brody

Bas was putting up a hell of a fight for dominance, and it made Brody strain against Marley beneath him.  He wondered how much of this was natural stubbornness, and how much was payback for finally getting to him-- the older man swore he’d never forget that glorious “please” for the rest of his life.  The other’s teeth raked against his lip, and Brody groaned, pushing into Marley again as his dick ached at the stimulation.  But it was the growl that lost the fight-- Brody was sure he’d never heard Bas push so hard for dominance in their entire time-- he wasn’t sure he’d fantasized about Bas making any noise like that.  He grinned against the man’s mouth, surrendering ever-so-slightly to the demand.  For now.

He already missed his mouth around Marley-- missed having something to do with his tongue in general, honestly.  So Brody fell back onto old habits easily-- talking.  “God, Marley.  So good.  Gonna fuck you hard, with your lips around his dick.  God you’re just making me-- fuck, Marls.  I swear I could do this all night…”  His thrusts became erratic and needy as he held onto her and Bas both.  “God, you’re so hot...wet...tight...fuck, Marls.  I want you to just take him all the way down-- just take it all.”  He panted heavily as he watched Bas come apart, his balls tightening and his thighs pulling tense, but he refused to give in, instead digging his nails in even harder.  

When he felt Marley contracting around him though, Brody knew he was going to lose it.  “Perfect, Marls...Bas...god, my...you’re...I’m just--”  Coherency became completely lost on him as he dissolved into a hard groan, feeling himself fill the condom inside of her.  He leaned forward, barely keeping himself upright as he continued to thrust into her, fully milking out Marley’s orgasm as well as finish his own, as well as loosening his grip around Bas’ arm to slowly draw his fingers along the skin he’d marked up.

He drew a hand roughly across his forehead to push away the sweat and gave a breathy chuckle as he watched the other two.  He’d need to clean up again, but Brody was definitely not done with either of them.  The night wasn’t over yet.

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