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ab4eva · 2 months

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‘The Three of Us’

Fully co-authored with: @precious-little-scoundrel

Thanks to: My incomparable co-author & sweetheart Marina, for being willing to follow this rabbit hole with me and explore this little trio! And for the gorgeous mood board and vibes, I’m obsessed. And to Ashley, for being the best damn cheerleader we could ask for. ♥️

Warnings: All the sex, 18+ only

Word count: 8k

Sometimes in Hollywood, magic happens behind the scenes - in a dark corner of Bar Lubitsch or a little poolside bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. Things that are only whispered about in certain circles or sent to Deuxmoi with the stipulation of “anon please.” The blurry flash of a hand, littered with telltale rings, on her Instagram story. The paparazzi photos of a drunken night out before the three of them disappeared into the balmy Los Angeles evening. The fandom set ablaze by rumors as they combed over every sign, every possibility, every look that they took for god’s honest truth. A myth in the making, never confirmed, never denied.

When a ballsy journalist had the gumption to ask Callum about the rumors some months down the road, he just grinned his Cheshire smile and shook his head, the slightest blush hinting at the corners of his already ruddy cheeks.

“Nah, mate, can’t believe everyfing you read in Hollywood, can ya.” A statement, no trace of question in his ice blue eyes as he licked his cherry lips and stared the journalist down, daring them to dig deeper. His heart may have started pounding a little too hard but only he knew that. Nothing belied the steely gaze he turned on the journalist - not a flex in his jaw or a slight blink or the whisper of a breath. Needless to say, that journalist had no desire to go toe-to-toe with all six feet two inches of Chelsea’s finest lad. They let the subject drop, though the air had already been sucked out of the tiny interview room. Callum noted with suppressed glee the way the journalist shifted in their seat uncomfortably, trying to regain the upper hand.

Serves ya right, ya wanker, floated through Cal’s head and it took all his energy to focus his thoughts on the next question being asked of him. Now that the taboo subject had been brought up, he couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back towards that fateful night, like the breach in a ship’s hull the memories flooded in. The soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as he dug them into her hips, needing her closer, closer. The salty taste of Austin’s skin on his tongue as he dragged it slowly across his friend’s collarbone, the streak of wetness left behind shimmering in the moonlight. The mingled sighs and shared breaths, overpowering and heady in that dark little bungalow. That was the night he couldn’t get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. It didn’t matter how many books he read or women he kissed or bloody hikes he took in Runyon Canyon, he was always going back to the night when everything changed.

“Didn’t I see you at the Luchino Visconti retrospective a couple nights ago? At the Academy?” The very definition of tall, dark and handsome has just walked in the room, smiling down at you and waiting expectantly for your answer. This is Callum Turner, the new client you’re working with for Masters of the Air press (alongside Austin Butler, your regular client and current boyfriend-adjacent…guy. It’s casual, you’re both keeping it casual. For now.).

“Oh! Were you there? Wasn’t it amazing?” you gush, a little flustered.

“It’s kind of rare to meet another Visconti fan. You must be one of the good ones.” He grins at you, all warmth and puppy dog eagerness. A kindred spirit, an instant connection. You would be very charmed by him, if you weren’t already attached to someone else. Who are you kidding, you’re charmed by him anyway. Talking with him comes easily, and the time flies by as you style his hair, moisturize his skin, add a bit of concealer here and there. He’s funny, sweet, intelligent. Austin has told you a bit about him, about his friend who helped him during one of the most confusing times of his life. But this - this is more than you were expecting. He’s more than you were expecting. And you’re pretty sure he’s flirting with you. When he asks you out for a drink later, you’re absolutely certain. It is with no small amount of regret that you turn him down.

The first time you noticed something akin to a spark between the man you’d casually been dating and his co-star was during press interviews for their new television series, Masters of the Air. As Austin and Callum’s groomer and makeup artist, you were allowed a seat at the back of the room, near the video monitors, ready to jump into action if one of Austin’s curls needed to be twisted back into place or if Callum’s nose got too shiny and needed a bit of powder. You glanced up from your phone to see the two of them leaned so close together their shoulders touched, just barely. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Callum’s mouth looked as if it might graze the shell of Austin’s ear, a smirk playing at the edges, as his dark, curly head bent conspiratorially towards his friend’s blonde one. Silly boys, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched them. You’d seen that look on Austin’s face before…it was almost one of… adoration.

Without warning your mind flashed back to last night, Austin gazing up at you through your thighs, a look of devotion on his face, his sandy hair ruffled and his eyes slightly dazed. The very same look that he’s now turned on Callum… Nah… You laughed at yourself quietly and shook your head to clear your thoughts, silently scolding yourself. You’d been reading too many spicy novels recently and clearly your imagination was running wild. It made sense that he and Callum were close. Austin had been lost as a newborn calf without a mother after Elvis had wrapped and Masters of the Air had started filming. A brotherhood, that’s what Austin had called it. And Callum had been his right hand man. And that’s all, you were sure. Pretty sure.

Bar Lubitsch is dim and noisy, crowded with cast and crew of Masters for an impromptu celebration while so many of them are in town. Austin hasn’t been here in years, always remembered it being a good time. He wants to show you and Callum a good time, after all the hard work you three have been putting in for press the past couple of weeks. That was two hours and three drinks ago, and you watch them now from your perch at the bar and how much they feed each other’s souls, like displaced brothers, reunited after years apart. The evening is starting to shift and blur, so many drinks and people and noise and singing. You never knew Callum loved to sing so much, until he was singing karaoke at the top of his lungs and the whole bar was gathered around the little stage in the back room, jumping to the beat while he sang the most risqué lyrics right to Austin, like they were the only two people in the room:

Even when the cold comes crashing through

I'm putting all my bets on you

I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms

My home in your arms

Now we know nothing matters

Nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

You’re not sure you’ll ever be over Callum pinching Austin’s cheeks, channeling his inner Egan, and singing right at him with drunken gusto while Austin is too tipsy to remember not to bask in it and it’s probably the cutest, and hottest, thing you’ve ever seen. It’s only afterwards that you start to feel a tiny flicker of jealousy. There’s something between them, a connection that time and distance hasn’t untethered. Later, you drag Austin into one of the faded velvet booths, snuggling up to him as he pulls you into a one-armed embrace, kissing your temple with glassy eyes and a crooked smile. His heady mix of sweat and cologne mingle, along with the alcohol, and suddenly you’re lightheaded. Not to mention the fact that his soft lips have seemed to have move, with lightning speed, from your temple to your neck. You gently push him away, and he gives you a questioning look but you need to see his face when you ask him this.

“Hey…what’s going on with Callum? Because, it’s clearly something? And whatever it is, it’s ok, really it is…but…I do have eyes, Austin,” you blurt out, biting your lip. You see a dozen different emotions cross his features, like a movie playing out in real time - surprise, guilt, defensiveness, longing, acceptance. His face goes all red and he leans his head back, his tan throat open and inviting, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. It takes everything in you not to kiss him right this second.

“It’s…complicated. Kind of,” he sighs as he stares up at the ceiling and you can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it and that’s answer enough for you. You don’t push him further as you quietly turn his mouth to yours and make him forget anything and everyone but you.

“Come on Aus, it’ll be just like old times,” Cal goads drunkenly, placing a proprietary hand on Austin’s belly, his words laden with meaning and a hint of pleading. It’s not like he’s missed Austin or anything…not like that. Not that he’d admit anyway, hell no. Couldn’t two dudes have a consensual thing and not be weird about it? It must be liquid courage that made him suggest it aloud. That and the fact Austin keeps looking at him like he hung the damn moon.

“Swear you’ll shut up? If I say yes, will you just…chill?” Austin’s eyes are trained on you and it takes everything in him to play it cool, keep a calm head. Cal’s hand is still on Austin’s stomach and he starts to pet him, just above the belt and it makes Austin lurch in sudden need. He licks his lips, they’re suddenly parched, and swallows hard. He hears Cal snicker softly in his ear.

“Now, see, as I recall, you wouldn’t stop asking me to keep sayin’ shit last time.” Callum’s voice floats above the music, scratchy from gin and karaoke, hot breath tickling the shell of Austin’s ear. His hand moves to squeeze Austin’s neck, and if Austin didn’t know any better he’d swear it was a subconscious power move, Callum trying to literally bend Austin to his will. There’s an all too familiar twitch down Austin’s pant leg, and oh god he wishes- he thought, he was so sure, he was past that phase of responding like one of Pavlov’s dogs to Callum’s adoration and teasing.

Maybe it’s just the notion, his suggestion. That’s what’s suddenly making Austin’s blood feel hot and his eyes hazy, it’s the idea of her…and him! But mostly her, just her, and sharing her and- None of that explains the way he wants to bend to that firm hand squeezing in drunken cajoling at the base of his neck, makes him want to knock noses and yank at the stupid collar of Callum’s sweater until there’s collarbones to see and a draft under the wool. This is winter in Los Angeles, heating inside is state of the art, there’s no reason for such coziness and it’s making the man sweat and all Austin can think of from the smell is memories of an English summer, worn out and floating in his own body, biting down on Callum’s upper arm, tangy, sweaty flesh to keep an awfully strange escapade quiet.

That does it. What is he even thinking? He must’ve drank more than he realized but then, oh god, there Cal goes, throwing his hands up in defeat, shrugging his shoulders like a kid caught trying to push his luck. The arm around his shoulder is suddenly gone, and he’d give anything to have it back again. He shakes his head - he really must’ve had too much to drink. It was making him melancholy and sobering him up fast. Funny how alcohol will do that to you.

“Scouts honor, Butler, I’ll-I’ll-I’ll,” he seems to search the ceiling in drunken concentration for the correct wording most likely to open the doors to the kingdom, “I’ll be- it’ll be: HER, YOU and a um, uh mannequin. How ‘bout that, mate? Good enough for ya? You’d probably like that, wouldn’t ya? Ya little freak!” He lands a playful right hook to Austin’s jaw, hard knuckles digging into soft cheeks.

The usually inflammatory epithet of ‘freak’, coming as it does from a man begging for a threesome with himself and his girl, is nothing short of rabidly complementary. Callum’s shit-eating, triumphant grin could light up the whole damn room in this moment. He knows he’s got Austin right where he wants him and starts to count down silently in his head - three…two…

Austin finds himself grinning, a warning, measured thing but a condoning of the sentiment all the same.

“One,” Cal says out loud, his arm going back around Austin’s shoulders, squeezing so hard Austin winces a little. It’s a reflective motion then, done almost without thinking, when Austin slaps Callum’s thigh, not realizing there’s a boner bent down that trouser leg. A wounded hiss leaves Callum’s lips as he caves in on himself a little bit and Austin freezes, his face turning crimson and he feels another twitch down his own trousers.

“Steady on mate,” Callum coughs, shaking a leg, trying to discreetly readjust. “And I thought I was the eager beaver here.” Austin wants to wipe that smirk right off Callum’s smug little face but the moment their eyes meet they can’t help but start to laugh. Giggles, really, which turn into loud guffaws that has the whole bar turning to see what the commotion is about.

Your head whips around at the sound you’ve grown to know well over the past few weeks, the loud and boisterous laughter of two friends who seem forget that anyone else exists when they’re together. You spot them, huddled close as they always seem to be, and shake your head. A grin tugs at your lips and threatens to spill out the feelings fluttering around in your chest, no your stomach, no…somewhere else, lower. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about the two of them…together. Sometimes you’re with them, sometimes you’re not, in these little fantasies of yours. You catch yourself biting your lip and staring at them a little too longingly. You wonder what they’re saying now, both of them look flustered and awkward, just slightly. You can actually feel the tension rolling off of them in waves from where you stand across the bar.

Austin chooses that moment to look up and catch your eye. There’s a fire in his gaze that wasn’t there earlier and what is that look on his face? You’ve never seen it before…shy and almost…guilty? He looks just like a little boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Your eyes question him across the dim bar, an unspoken tether ties you together wherever you are, and uncertainty about the deal he’s just struck with Callum comes creeping in. What has gotten into him? He’s just agreed to share you, with another man. And not just any man, one he has a rather interesting history with. The thought of Callum touching you, kissing you, fucking you…suddenly he’s stone cold sober and beginning to regret letting Cal sway his decision. Because there sure as hell won’t be any take backs, not with Callum. He’s like a dog with a bone once he gets what he wants.

“Dude no, there’s chemical flavoring in there, that shit’s bad for you and it’ll give her irritation!” Austin looks slightly perturbed, not for the first time this evening. He sways slightly under the florecent lights of the drugstore, the constant buzzing adding to the pounding in his head.

“What if it’s not intended to go on her? Hmm? Thought of that Butler?” Callum murmurs under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the lube he’s holding, a pink blush creeping up his neck to his ears. Has a blush under drugstore fluorescents ever looked so lovely? And Austin hasn’t stopped biting that lower lip since you walked into this place. It hasn’t stopped him from grinning, though, his excitement bubbling through in little ticks and tells, the nervous turning over of the vaseline jar in his large hands.

“You haven’t even bought me dinner Cal, just straight to the flavored lube,” Austin bemoans, faking offense. “’Sides, she’s already sweet enough, aren’t you baby? I’ve had my fair share of licks,” Austin’s shoulder bumps yours as he sends you a smoldering look, his eyes flickering down your body briefly before his cheeks turn a slight rosy color you can see blooming up from his chest through his open shirt collar.

“Austin!” you hiss, slapping his arm playfully and hiding your face in his neck, embarrassed.

“Leave it to you two twig Bettie’s and we’d be down to nothin’ but socks and coconut oil,” Cal snarks, not at all inaccurately.

“I don’t remember you minding coconut oil last time,” Austin says under his breath, clearly meant for Callum’s ears only, but you manage to catch it, and your heart starts to pound at the implied meaning.

“Mmm, and it was bitter so - mojito,” Callum says decidedly, leaving no room for argument. Austin smiles at you, lifting his shoulder in a shrug and rolling his eyes heavenward. You giggle nervously, wondering for the first time just what you’re getting yourself into.

“I saw that! Listen mate, feel free to shut me up at any time. This would do nicely, ya reckon?” Callum lifts a silk sleeping mask with one, long finger and swings it around seductively, waggling his eyebrows up and down comically. You laugh and the butterflies making a home in your ribcage start to settle down again.

The whimpers emanating from between your parted lips take you by surprise and you promptly shut your mouth, unexpectedly embarrassed to be mewling so wantonly. You bite your lip as it becomes harder and harder to hold them in with every slow thrust of Austin’s velvety cock filling you, his swollen tip hitting just the right spot, and every flick of Callum’s tongue as he laves at your tender little clit with vigor. You feel Austin tense slightly beneath you as Cal swirls his tongue down to your opening to lap at where you and Austin join, sloppy and wet. A soft moan floats past your left ear, Austin’s hot breath sending a shiver through you, and it seems to invigorate Callum as he doubles down on his efforts to have his tongue cover as much surface area as possible. He chuckles and it jolts through you as your back arches, your fingers finding his dark curls and yanking him closer, demanding something you aren’t even aware of. He understands what you need even if you don’t and as his lips close around your sensitive bud you can no longer keep quiet, keening softly. You practically buck off of Austin’s lap and his arm tightens around your waist to keep you in place. The harder Callum sucks, the more Austin starts to whine - you’ve gotten so tight around him he can hardly thrust.

“Oh fuck, what’re you doing? Cal…what…” you slur as you pull at his hair, trying to dislodge him from your clit. You feel him grin against your heat as he slowly slips two fingers in you, resting them alongside Austin’s length. You hiss at the stretch and Austin starts to pick up his pace again. Your head is too hazy with pleasure to register fully what is happening as Callum gently slides another finger in next to the first two. His mouth works your clit, sucking and pulling, harder then soft again.

“More…more more more,” you beg hoarsely. You feel as if you might fly away and the only thing anchoring you to earth are these two men and their hands and their mouths on your body. Callum cocks an eyebrow at you and his eyes shift to Austin. You feel him nod, barely, and then another burning stretch as Cal slips his pinkie in next to his other fingers. It drives you insane and you feel yourself clenching and coming, harder than you can ever remember. You stop breathing for a moment, your mind going numb with rapture as you come apart at the seams.

“Oh fuck,” Austin whispers, biting your shoulder, his hand absentmindedly palming your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple. “Come on baby, I know you’ve got more, give us another one. Cal, can’t thrust with you in there…give me some room, huh?”

Callum let’s go of your clit with a wet pop and gently slides his fingers out. His nose and chin are shiny with your juices, even his eyebrows look a little damp and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Go on then, Butler, show us what you got.” He stands, knees popping as he does. From up here he can see your faces clearly, yours and Austin’s. He watches, rapt, as Austin nuzzles your neck, nipping at your earlobe as he speeds up his thrusts, toying with your nipples mercilessly. Your eyes flutter closed and your head drops back onto his shoulder. Callum shakes his head, dazed and pussy drunk - why was he on his knees so long?? He coulda been watching this the whole time? But he knows why- fresh, homegrown pussy. And he means to have his fill. He can’t take being on the sidelines, watching Austin move in and out of you at a punishing pace, having all the fun. One of Callum’s massive palms descends onto your clit, slapping and rubbing cruelly, back and forth, faster and faster. And then you’re gushing everywhere, all over Callum’s hand and Austin’s cock and the bed, soaking everything.

“Come on then girl, give us all you’ve got,” Cal encourages, his raspy voice driven to the point of hoarseness. He grabs his painfully hard, throbbing cock and roughly starts to slap your clit. You gasp, jerking in Austin’s arms as you fall apart again. And then Callum gets a thought, because his dick is doing most of the thinking just now, and it’s been sadly neglected thus far. He’s just had four fingers in you and now you’re literally flinging droplets with each swipe, it’s a goddamn swamp down there it’s so wet. He slows his slaps and starts to rub soft circles against your clit, stopping every once in a while to try your entrance gently, just to see. You moan breathlessly and his heart speeds up as he looks at Austin questioningly.

“I recognize that gleam in your eye, Turner…spit it out,” Austin says in a slightly strangled voice.

“Think you can take us both, angel? At the same time?” Callum directs his question to you, ignoring Austin.

You can’t take your poor abused clit getting ground on anymore, it’s just too intense, anything to give it a break. You nod your head so fast he thinks it might fly off. Your trembling little hand reaches down with disjointed begs of “Put it in baby, put it, please Cal, it’s burning.”

Your sloppy wet pussy hole visibly clenches with a tiny space of room left each time Austin digs in. Callum drunkenly wonders if they should have a medical professional on standby for this sorta shit, like it’s gotta be a crime to wedge two boys into a girl, especially when Butler’s packing like that. But your whine suggests you need it and he’d really like to not be left out. FOMO -that’s what he’ll blame when he’s driving the ambulance or else coming down from the craziest high he’s ever had with a pool of cum drying on his belly.

Austin goes still as a statue under you and drags your sweaty hair across to the other shoulder so he can really see your face and ask, “You sure? Baby, talk to me, you really wanna try?” His hand gently grips your chin, forcing you to focus on his eyes, his question.

“I’ll die if I don’t have you both,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper, but Austin still looks concerned and slightly perturbed. Is the girl he knows even in there? But you want something, you want this and he’ll be dammed if he doesn’t give you anything you want that’s within his power to give. And if there’s one thing he loves about you it’s your love of a challenge. He bites his cheek, trying not to blow his load over your sweet determination.

“Ok ok.” Austin takes a deep, steadying breath, kissing your wet temple and gives Callum a very familiar look of admonishment and also trust in his good intentions. “Careful, man, really careful,” he instructs as Callum nods his silent assent.

“No safe words, just if somebody says stop we stop, ok?” Austin’s starting to pant, as he can feel the poofy mushroom head of Cal’s cock brushing his sack at your entrance. “Anybody who says stop,” he clarifies, half thinking he might be the first to wimp out and do it.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” Cal actually looks sober as fuck except for the sheen of sweat that always seems to come with his pints and somehow the eye contact he makes lights a fire in Austin’s belly.

“I might say no,” you squeak, “I won’t mean it though, just a heads up. I’ll say stop- if I need to stop.”

“No?” Cal laughs nervously. “That might make me feel a little…bad,” he admits, still rubbing maddening circles around where Austin’s been practically cockwarming you for ages.

“Stop getting all existential and give her what she wants, man,” Austin rebuts.

“It’ll make me feel bad if she says no,” Cal blurts, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“Then I’ll do it.” Austin’s voice is rough in your ear and your nipples harden into peaks as he gently pulls out of you and pats the bed. “Tell Cal to lay his big ass self down.”

You giggle as Callum dives onto the bed, bouncing for a moment until he settles, turning over onto his back, head propped on a lazy forearm. He pats his meaty thighs and you roll your eyes but can’t deny the flip flop your stomach does at the thought of those thighs and what a nice cradle they’ll make while you’re railed within an inch of you’re life. And then you’re hovering over him, Cal kneading your hip encouragingly while running an admiring hand up and down your spine, like you’re a skittish horse in need of calming. You hesitate, momentarily unsure, but Austin nods at you reassuringly from the foot of the bed and ever the gentleman, gives you his hands to hold as you sink slowly down on Callum. Though his gentlemanly hands are gripping yours tightly, his eyes are glued to your pussy taking every inch of uncut Brit cock that he’s maybe gagged on once.

“Earth to Butler!” comes from behind you because Austin’s zoned out a little and it’s been a hot minute and you’re somewhat situated now.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, uh, ok, ok…”

Cal snickers before crunching up behind you, his chest hot against your back as he wraps his arms around you. “You feel lovely, darlin’, wanna lay back wif’ me? Don’t mind him, he’s lost it. Always goes a bit soft in the head around a pretty pussy or my cock.”

It’s a lot from this position and laying back against Callum’s chest is intense. You feel like he’s fully in your belly and it stretches your womb over him. He feels different…his isn’t as wet as Austin’s little water fountain but it throbs more noticeably, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. Cal pets your belly soothingly and spreads your pussy lips for Austin to really get a look at. You whine and squirm, realizing again the want for more. Those fingers dabbling at your entrance, threatening to push inside you once more and that’s when Austin breaks, recalling that’s what he and his cock are here for.

“Yeah, ok, ok, present and accounted for. Move your hand,” he murmurs, swiping Cal’s hand away. He thumbs at you himself for a bit, just to be sure and to watch as Cal loses his cool facade for a second when you clench tightly around him.

“Still sure about this, baby?” He asks one more time as he’s pressing at the ring and the burn has you bracing. You feel Cal’s hand move from your waist to your thigh, behind your knee, cupping it and dragging it wide, spreading you apart before you’ve even said your piece. The vote of confidence does you good and you take a deep breath, nodding once, decisively.

“Then put me in, angel,” Austin tells you, fat cockhead already snagged in but there’s a little ripple in his hard cock from the resistance of the tight space. Steeling yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around him, tugging him closer and slowly feeding his thickness into you alongside Cal’s, who starts thrashing his head and moaning at the drag like he’s the one getting breached.

“Good girl, good girl, please more…know you can take more.” Cal’s begging for cock by proxy and it alters your brain somehow. Austin’s too, he puts his hips into the effort and soon he’s gotten past the muscles at your command and into the threshold where you can’t manage to push him out if you tried. It makes you panic a little, but Cal is softly shushing in your ear, a distracting thumb stroking behind your knee, other freckled hand mauling a tit and begging you to take more cock so he can get friction.

“She can take it, come on, Austin,” he vouches for you, a little self promotion as you can’t even form words right now. Somewhere about six inches in your vocabulary consists of yelped little “fuck’s”and whimpering “I cant’s”.

Austin caresses your cheek, commanding you to look at him, his blue eyes focused in on yours, “That’s it baby, just a little more. You’re doing so good for us… such a good girl.”

Callum grab’s Austin’s shoulder and brings him fully deeper, which is all well and good when Austin kisses your forehead and insists raggedly, “You are doing it, baby.”

When he finally pushes in that last little bit, you lose any control you thought you had, instantly coming from the stretch and threatening to push Austin out. But he presses nothing less than his full weight on you, keeping you in place and himself snug inside next to Callum. You gasp for air and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him. Austin tries to remember to breathe and promptly forgets how when he makes eye contact with Callum for the first time since being balls deep.

“Are you -is that you…twitching?”

“Woulda thought you’d remember that,” Callum smirks. “Coulda sworn I recall you saying something about it jumping like a live wire in your hand?”

“Christ, well it feels different all…snuggled up next to mine,” Austin grits out, coloring slightly.

After a moment or two, when breath has been regained and a few laughs shared and some semblance of sanity restored in right spaces, Cal starts to pepper every inch of your neck and cheeks in kisses. Now that he’s not so desperate he’s become utterly grateful for you, for this. The kisses turn into sloppy, wet groans in your ear as Austin begins to move and Cal’s hand is gripping your jaw, his eyes locked on Austin, your legs thrown wide over his thighs, spread to the max and he’s a perfect recliner. He throws his other arm across your chest in a loving armbar, holding you still on top of him, “So Butler can get a rhythm, baby.”

Austin looms above you both, finding his pace, measured and steady. His beautiful face is flushed full of awe and there’s a heat in his gaze you’ve never seen before. He puts his hand on Callum’s shoulder for leverage, long fingers digging into freckled flesh and Cal promptly lays a little smooch on Austin’s forearm with a cheeky grin. Austin’s eyes shift and change, become a deeper blue and an expression you can’t read flits across his face as he jabs a particularly hard thrust into you. Callum starts to whimper and squirm when he realizes Austin’s thrusts are rubbing him too well, and it's not just you who’s getting their spot hit - that spot being his foreskin being drug back and forth in maddening little drags.

“Y’all like that? Feel good?” Austin growls lowly, rhythmic thrusts pushing you and Callum deeper into the fluffy white sheets, both of your whimpers combining until you can’t tell who they belong to. Austin groans and drives in harder, his white knuckles gripping Callum’s shoulder hard, while he reserves his tenderest touch for you, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

“You’re…enjoying this…” you manage to moan between thrusts. His face splits into a grin as he pushes all the way in, pausing for a moment to kiss you hard, all tongues and teeth and desperation.

“Oh, fuck mate, that’s so good. Oh my god,” Callum babbles. “Right there, fuck, right there. You feel so good.”

“Which one, baby girl? Me or her?” Austin smirks.

For once, Callum has no witty response except the heavy panting in your ear. He squeezes your waist harder and his fingernails indent your hip and it gives you something else to focus on while you catch your breath, a tiny escape from the mind-blowing ecstasy you feel and the slight alarm bells ringing in your head. You can feel Callum somehow expanding and growing inside of you, even bigger than he was before. Austin’s eyes go wide and a look of panic crosses his face - his perfect pink mouth forms a perfect “o”.

“Oh shit, what…why is everything so fucking tight again…what is happening,” Austin groans breathlessly, his mouth set in a determined line, teeth ground together so hard you worry momentarily he might break a tooth. He tightens his grip on Callum’s shoulder and Cal’s massive hand encircles Austin’s delicate wrist, knuckles white as he holds on for dear life.

“Faster…faster,” Cal begs, again and again. “Sorry no, mate it’s, it’s fuckin’ happenin’…oh fuck.” His head cranes forward and you can feel his belly and hips flexing beneath you as he tenses over and over, letting out a hoarse sort of howl as he comes. His warmth fills you and it shakes something loose in your head, your own stomach starting to clench as you grab a handful of Austin’s golden hair, urging him on. Callum’s hands are all over you, petting you everywhere as he starts to come down.

“S’ok I came in ya? Yeah? Good, ‘cause I did,” he whispers hoarsely with a remorseful little laugh, back to babbling to you now that Austin’s got him there. He wipes the sweaty hair from your forehead, tucking a piece of it behind your ear and kisses your neck, whispering encouraging words, “That’s it, babe, give us another one.”

Cal’s bitten off little whimpers spur you on, as his soft cock is trapped in there too, getting pummeled. He’s trying to focus on you, with little pets and murmurs of encouragement but you feel his jaw clench as he grits his teeth, taking the pounding Austin is giving the both of you.

“Got me feelin’ like a proper woman, squealin’ n’ shit, Aus.”

You feel another orgasm build and shake through you, one of the many countless times you’ve fallen apart tonight, but this one stands out. It would bring you to your knees if you were unlucky enough to be standing at this moment. You’re sure it has something to do with knowing you’re satisfying two men at once, Callum having found his release and Austin being close to his. You can tell he’s on the verge by the little signs you’ve grown to recognize over the course of your relationship. The way his forehead creases in between his brows - you’ve kissed it away a dozen times in the heat of the moment. The way his pulse beats on the side of his neck, his vein there popping out and becoming more prominent. The short little huffs of breath he inhales, in quick succession - one, two, three, bam, bam, bam, like three shots straight to your heart. It’s your turn to take care of him, the last one standing after he made sure you and Cal got yours.

“Your turn, baby,” you whisper, pulling his forehead down to meet yours, thumbing at the hollows of his cheeks as he begins to tremble and his thrusts turn sloppy. He kisses you again, sucking on your tongue before moving to latch onto your neck. Cal wraps a hand around Austin’s throat, pushing his head back and squeezing just enough for his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. His blue eyes darken and you think he’s going to put his mouth on you again, but he bypasses you and goes straight for Callum’s collarbone, his perfect, white teeth sinking into Callum’s lovely English skin and biting down, hard. Cal yelps but doesn’t let go of Austin’s neck, and that’s when you feel it, your belly filled with warmth again as Austin pulses and twitches inside you, a stuttered moan muffled into the crook of Callum’s shoulder. He collapses on top of you and Callum, completely and utterly spent, the three of you breathing heavily and unable to move for a few moments. You squirm a tiny bit, trying to take a deep breath with one man plastered to your front and another to your back.

Austin gets the hint and lifts himself back up on shaky arms, slipping out of you with a squelch. You gasp one final time, at the sudden loss of him, and a cold emptiness is left where he once filled you to the brim, almost to breaking. The coldness is replaced quickly by a gushing warmth spilling out of you. You feel Callum suck in a breath, his broad chest expanding beneath you, his right arm still wrapped tightly around your chest.

“Christ, it’s running down my balls,” he wheezes out, taking another shuddering breath.

Austin braces himself against the headboard and slowly disentangles himself, flopping limply beside you on the bed. He looks at you and Cal still entwined, his eyes moving from both of your faces flushed with heat, down to Callum’s arm still tightly wrapped around you, one large, meaty hand gripping your breast, his middle finger absentmindedly pressing the sensitive bud of your nipple down. Austin sucks in breath after breath, and his eyes travel lower, to your legs still splayed wide over Callum’s sturdy thighs, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, the spend of both men slowly dripping out of you. A sudden flash of possessiveness roars through him - for you, for Callum. For the sacred thing he has with both of you. His face goes numb and his ears start to ring. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

“What is it, Aus?” you whisper, stretching out a hand to him. He looks forlorn, alone on the other side of the bed, his vulnerable face a mix of emotions crashing together all at once, lost and unsure, the gravity of everything settling on his shoulders like a blanket.

“Come back to us.” Your fingertips barely reach to brush his bronzed chest, the little blonde hairs soft against your skin. “Please.”

He lets out a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and crawls back over, wrapping his arms around you both and collapsing on top of you again. You’re hilariously squished in the middle of a bear hug now, both men squeezing with all their might, a strange show of masculinity to mask true feelings.

“I can’t breathe….” you manage between giggles. Callum lets out a soft chuckle in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek as his arm shifts beneath you. He digs his fingers into Austin’s armpit and wiggles them around none too gently. Austin bucks against you and squeaks out an uncharacteristically high laugh, trying to squirm out of Cal’s grasp, but it’s too strong and Austin’s body feels like jelly just now.

“Hey! Hey hey, no fair…you know I hate… being… tickled…” Austin grunts out, trying desperately to writhe out of this strange embrace.

Bright, cheerful sunshine spills onto the hotel room floor and across the bed, where it has no right to be at this ungodly hour. It shines in unabashedly, through drapes you forgot to close properly in all of your horny desperation. A little sliver of verdant green Hollywood hills is the only signal from the outside world. In here, somewhere between sleeping and waking, in that hazy early morning dreamland, you register Austin tucked up close behind you, his knees pushing the backs of yours and his warm, heavy arm slung over your waist. This is how you wake up every morning and you scoot your bottom back, into the cradle of his hips, momentarily unaware of the pulverization of your insides. But scenes from last night play out like a clip reel inside your head almost as soon as you’re conscious. You squeeze your eyes tight, refusing to give the sun its due. You stretch your legs gingerly, wiggling your toes against Austin’s, and take stock of things. There’s the obvious ache between your legs - more of a throbbing fire, if the truth is to be told. Your nipples seem to remember the previous evening’s activities as well because they immediately harden and stand at attention. And you can’t feel them yet but you’re pretty sure you have a few bruises, too. Ah well, you think as you yawn lazily, that’s what makeup is for.

You blink one eye open (it’s so bright in here!) and the first thing you encounter is a massive arm right next to your nose, tiny, golden hairs glinting in the sunlight. The second thing you see is Cal, on his belly and sans sheets or clothes, his lush and muscular bottom swelling above the white duvet beneath him. His adorable face is pressed into the pillow next to yours, dark curls swirling across his forehead and day’s worth of stubble dots his jaw. He feels your eyes on him, he’s only been snoozing for a bit, waiting for you two to wake up. He cracks one bright, blue eye open and stares back at you a moment. He senses a rush of what he feels everytime he sees you but this time it’s magnified by endearment and gratitude. Then, his face lights up, still smushed into the pillow and a massive, squinty grin splits his face. Your heart gives a funny little leap inside your chest and you find that your fingers are caressing his cheek softly, of their own volition and you resist the urge to kiss the little freckle under his mouth. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips, holding them to his warm lips as he smiles. And suddenly, any worry about things being weird has evaporated, as has any possibility of him being a third wheel. He just belongs.

“Hey! Quit making goo-goo eyes at my girl.” Austin’s gravelly morning voice rumbles from behind you playfully, and quick as lightning the arm still draped around your waist reaches over and smacks Callum’s ass, hard. The slap echoes around the room and you see the pale flesh of his bottom bounce and reverberate with the force of it. Cal, and his red, pillow creased face, jolts forward, yelling and jerking in the sheets, which in turn rubs his raw cock. This causes a chain reaction of events which results in him immediately pulling a sore muscle and flopping back down on the bed, moaning and rubbing his reddening backside.

“No fair, bruv,” he groans into the pillow. “That was too fuckin’ close to my balls.”

Austin chuckles and swats your ass gently for good measure. Slowly, everyone starts to shift and stir. First there are whines about soreness and muscles. Then about how sticky it all is. Then about who’s gonna order room service - but more pressingly, who’s gonna walk to the mini bar and grab a water. And then there’s an argument about who’s voice is less hoarse to call for the food - this ends up being you, hilariously. Then there’s moaning arguments about who is intact enough to wobble to the door and tip the server. In between massive amounts of doting and fretting over you, obviously. The boys are ever attentive, fluffing your pillows and making sure you’re comfortable while they feed you omelets and sausage and pancakes until your energy is restored. Over breakfast in bed, the arguments continue about who’s more bruised up - there’s a nasty bite mark on Cal’s collarbone but the fingerprints around Austin’s neck are a fair rival. There’s a panicked and very male discussion about emergency rooms when you admit you can barely move. But you manage to convince them that a nice, hot soak in the tub would do you wonders right about now. So Austin goes to draw you a bath while Callum helps you out of bed, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, and guiding you to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later you’re starting to feel somewhat restored and a little more like yourself. The boys take turns showering, getting ready for the screening event later today. They go about it quietly though, almost reverently, leaving you to relax in peace. You turn the hot water on again, you’ve soaked so long it’s turning tepid but you’re not ready to relinquish this luxury. You ask Austin to bring you your makeup kit, eying the marks on both of them that need covering up. First Austin, then Callum, one after the other they kneel beside the tub in only their dress pants, chest and feet still bare. There are bruises and hickies and bite marks on clavicles and necks and wrists. Poor Callum, with his delicate, reactionary British skin has what looks like beard burn over half his chest and up the side of his throat. You turn sideways in the fancy clawfoot bathtub, gingerly dabbing concealer here and there, doing the best you can to cover up any evidence of last night's revels. Austin sits patiently, a towel underneath his knees to buffer the hard tile floor, and watches you with his kind, enigmatic ocean eyes. They’re distracting, those eyes, as they watch your face, every blink and every smile.

“What is it, Aus? Something on your mind?” you finally murmur, unable to take such naked contemplation any longer.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He smooths the hair back from your forehead, rubbing a silky piece between his fingers. “I’m so lucky.”

Callum slouches against the doorway and lets out a quiet hum. “I think you mean we’re lucky, mate. The three of us.”

Tagging some Austin & Callum lovers I know: @jelliedonut @crazymadpassionatelove @elvisabutler @slowsweetlove @stylespresleyhearted @steph-speaks @blurredcolour @pearlparty

#austin butler #callum turner #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner smut #Callum Turner fic #callum turner imagine #the three of us #marina does it again #written by ab4eva

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willyoubemycherryy · 1 month

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❦𝒫ℯℯ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓂’𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ❣︎

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: its her world and hes just living in it😂, singing, intrusive thoughts prevailing, kissing, snuggling, they are in domestic love, fluff( ˘ ³˘)♥︎٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

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“𝑺𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒏’ 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔...”

There was never a dull moment on his days off. Especially if you were there.

The only remote warning that you were back again, was the pattering of your feet and the sound of your breathless giggles as a grin spread across his face. Already anticipating more of your antics.

You seemed to be enjoying his space more than usual today. Following him around the house with your arms wrapped around his middle, humming happily as you walked plastered to his back.

Then jumping to straddle his lap while he was on the couch reading one of his scripts. All so you could cup his face and smoosh your noses together, rolling your hips and singing whatever lyrics came to mind. Like a lovesick romantic (because he is one) he simply entertained you with a broad smile, holding his hands out for you to steady yourself, as you playfully moved your body on his lap.

“One look in my eyes, you know I’m lyin’ lyin!!” He couldn’t help the amused laugh that burst out as you pulled his head to you chest, holding him there dramatically as you serenaded him.

“Body to body! Skin to skin~”, Cheeks starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling. Script long forgotten as he let you subject him to whatever your beautiful mind felt like.

Even to when he was making lunch; coming to stand beside him as you wordlessly take his free hand and hold it. Staring up at him with a cute smile. Chuckling, he raises an eyebrow in question.

“I just missed you, wanted to make sure you weren’t lonely without me. I love you~” You were too adorable. Leaning down, he kisses you softly on the lips, then your forehead.

“Thank you, love. That’s very thoughtful”, nipping your cheek in amusement before adding, “and I love you too”. He coos as you release his hand in favor of crawling under his shirt, sticking your head through the top next to his, almost purring in satisfaction.

Up to now, where he had been napping on his stomach waking before he heard you coming.

The bedroom door bursts open with you singing your newest favorite. “Baby, you can hit me up, up, up all night!”, as you launch through to sit on his bum; briefly shaking the bed by rolling your hips into him, legs on either side of his hips as you stop to knead his lower back. He turns his head with a groan, smiling because he can’t help but to with you.

“Hi Callum”. You whisper, beaming as you bend down to kiss his cheek. Happy as can be after a long day of glueing yourself to him every chance you got.

“Hello pet”. Accented voice deepened from sleep, you bite your lip as you lower yourself to lay on his back.

He wonders what you plan to spring on him this time around and asks as such.

“What might you be up to this time?” He murmers out. Already drifting back to sleep, aided by the feel of your softness pressed against his back.

Kissing his nape, you decide to play nice.

“Nothin’, just came to nap with you. That okay?” Moving to whisper closer to his face, you jut your lips out. Callum peeks open one eye as he lifts his head up, pecking your pouted lips with a lazy hum.

“Okay”.

Sighing, you settle against his back contentedly.

You would bother him more when you both wake up.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #masters of the air #mota #callum turner fluff #joe rantz x reader #theseus scamander x reader #john egan x reader #thomas webb x reader #the boys in the boat #fantastic beasts #the only living boy in new york #fluff #x reader

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jelzorz · 2 months

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171.

There's a wedding in the castle that everyone goes to because it's Barius' niece. Callum doesn't really know much about her—he hadn't had the easiest time making friends when he was younger (step-prince thing and all), and she's a few years older than him so he he's never has much to do with her. He thinks he remembers her flirting with Soren when they were younger maybe?—but everyone else is going, so he goes because he doesn't get a choice.

"It'll be fun," Ez promises.

Weddings, in Callum's opinion, are supposed to be for close friends and family, which he, in this case, is very much not. "I don't think I've ever even spoken to Alys," he grumbles.

"Yeah, but she's Barius' family, and Barius is basically our family. Come on, Callum. You should come." Ez gives him that look he perfected years ago: big eyes, jutted-out lip, and Callum rolls his eyes and sighs, lips twitching just a little at how well his brother can wheedle.

So he goes. It's a good time. Opeli conducts the ceremony, as always, and Alys and her new husband say their vows and kiss before a crowd of friends and family and friends of family (Barius cries as the ceremony closes), and then it's all dancing and drinks outside in the warm spring air. There are lights strung over the gardens, and Soren has too much wine and Ez has too much cake, and Callum finds it isn't too bad, all things considered. Alys seems friendly enough. He hopes she and her new husband have a lovely time.

But long before the party winds down, Callum drifts away, as he's wont to do these days. It's too loud and there's too many people and he just doesn't really have it in him to dance. He's been told it's rude to leave before the bride and groom so he sticks it out, but he does, eventually, find a bench a little way away, close enough that he can still hear the laughter and pretend he's having a good time, but far enough from the crowd that they can't see the downturn in his lips.

Ez finds him when the tea comes out. He brings over two teacups, his smile genuine but apologetic and a little remorseful all at once. He sits down next to Callum and the air buzzes with a bunch of things he wants to say that he doesn't. Callum accepts the tea without a word.

"You okay?" Ez asks in the end.

Callum breathes out a chuckle and keeps his eyes on his tea. "It's just loud," he says. "I had fun."

"Did you actually?"

"Yeah," he says. "It was a good night."

Ez snorts ruefully. "You don't have to lie. I'm sorry I made you come out. I know you're still having a hard time."

"Mm." Callum only shrugs and stares into his tea. Steam curls over his face but he barely feels it. There are ripples forming over the reflection of the moon.

He sighs. "Do you think this might have been us if she'd stayed?"

Ez chuckles sadly and sets a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah," he murmurs. "I think so."

#rayllum #in anticipation #was gonna do something a bit longer to celebrate my last night shift ever #but it was busy so this is all i got #post ttm is always so much Fun

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raayllum · 4 months

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"Don't leave" Rayllum <3

Plus send me a number with a ship and i’ll write it (accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sopreli, corvus/terry, sorvus)

He gets nightmares on the way to the Starscraper.

Callum won't say so, but Rayla knows. She's taken to always waiting at night to hear his soft adorable little snores before she lets herself drift off, too, and with every night that passes since they've left the castle, it takes longer and longer for him to fall asleep. He wakes up close to noon with bags under his eyes, blankets tangled up along legs from thrashing in the night.

The first time she wakes him up, he whimpers and pushes her away, and won't—for the first time—accept her comfort. It hurts more than any cold shoulder ever did upon her return.

The second time, his eyes are wild, staring like they don't recognize her at first. Then the terror fades, warmth amid the clammy quality to his skin seeping back into his eyes, even if he still shies away from her touch and twice as much from her words.

"It's nothing you can help with," he mumbles regarding the hell in his head.

Her heart squeezes painfully. Something she can't protect him from.

Maybe that's why he never lets her comfort him back to sleep, lie with him on the mattress, nor hold his hand to ward off the monsters that hurt him so. He doesn't want her close, and she can't understand why, but... Rayla is the last person to question wanting space or to demand closeness.

She doesn't tell him that she lies awake on her mattress after each terror, watching over him while he sleeps, because that's something she can do.

It's their last night in the creaking boat before they reach the shoreline. Before it will just be a long, snowy trek to the Starscraper.

Tonight, when he thrashes, she shakes him away as her name escapes her lips, his desperate cry twisting her heart painfully, and when his eyes fly open, they look at her with only teary-eyed relief. "Rayla—"

"It's okay." She kneels by the side of the bed, taking his face in her hands. Brushing away his tears best she can. "We're okay."

His breathing slowly calms, helped by a few small sky incantations, before he removes her hands from his cheeks and they fall to her sides again. She wants to hold him. She wants to help him. But if he—

"Do you want to talk about it?" she offers, even as she has her suspicions: Aaravos, a puppetmaster. And whatever Finnegrin had done to him on that cursed ship. Not for the first time, she wishes she could kill Aaravos herself, just to put him at ease; that Finnegrin being in the belly of a sea leviathan was enough to calm the roiling storms in her best friend's mind.

He shakes his head. "No."

She straightens, pursing her lips, turning to leave—because ever since coming back, she still can't quite stay, because the world is still in danger, and because it will take more time for the distance he's enforced to dwindle and that's fine, really, it is—

He snags her wrist. "Wait," Callum croaks, and Rayla turns back around. Waiting. Watching. His thumb strokes over the place her binding used to rest. "Don't leave."

She inhales sharply,

Believe me, I want to go down there with you... You've got to stay with me... Really, that's it, just — goodbye? You're going to stay here and die out of... But would it be alright, maybe, if I stay?

He's never asked before. Not like this.

She steps closer. "Callum—"

"I want you to stay," he states, looking up at her. A beat. "Please."

Rayla crawls into the bed beside him and wraps him up in her arms. He settles, forehead pressed to her neck—faintly listening to her heart, she thinks, as she holds him tight.

If he wants her to... if he wants her, then—

Rayla kisses his forehead. "I'll never leave again," she promises.

She'll keep it this time.

#rayllum #requests #my fic #fic #ficlet #s6 #post season five #arc 2 #tdp #the dragon prince #if/when callum asks HER to actually stay. i will Cry #pining!rayla #constantly chasing after you #motif wise anyway #technically

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zuppizup · 8 months

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Conservation of Energy

Summary: Apparently, one of the most effective ways of keeping warm is sharing body heat.

For survival purposes, of course.

Pairing: Rayla/Callum

Rating: Teen And Up

“Couldn’t you have connected to the S-sun arcanum or something?” Rayla huffed, hood pulled low over her face as she cradled Stella under her cloak and slowly put one foot in front of the other. The snow was at least hard and compacted here, making progress somewhat easier than the deep drifts of yesterday.

“Well, maaaaybe if someone hadn’t upset my f-future aunt-in-law I could have asked her for some pointers.” Callum grinned despite the clear shake in his voice. He was using his staff for support, but even so, he looked to be struggling.

“That wasn’t all m-me…” Her teeth chattered and her hands felt numb. Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, she tried to push the thoughts of the last time she felt so bitterly cold from her mind, an image of Finnegrin flashing before her eyes before she pushed it away.

“We s-should find shelter for the night.”

The mirth had left Callum’s voice, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her, a concerned look on his face.

AO3 Link: Conservation of Energy

#the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #rayllum fanfic #the dragon prince fanfic #tdp fanfic #rayla #callum #zuppi fanfic #tdp spoilers #tdp s6 spoilers #if you squint #more wishful thinking/speculation…

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blutopaz15 · 10 months

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rayllum week 2023

prompt: flowers

rated t, 2k

He probably doesn’t remember, and honestly…it’s okay.

She doesn’t blame him.

She’d decided that this morning, after the toppled pile of books and the rushed apology she’d woken up to.

“Sorry, Rayla! And, uh…morning!”

Callum’s steps had stuttered towards her, and even with sleep crusties and too much sunlight in her eyes, she’d still gotten a little swoony over that dorky-cute smile flashed in her direction, the bedhead he hadn’t even sorted out yet, that over-eager enthusiasm all over his everything…but then he’d turned away instead of coming closer. He’d jumped right back into sorting the books that he and Kazi had clearly been pulling off the shelves for at least an hour or two already, and she couldn’t deny she’d been a little disappointed—

“This pile’s for Aaravos, that one’s for the coins, and…let’s start a Sky magic stack, just because.”

—but she really couldn’t begrudge him that.

There were plenty of more important things to worry about besides her birthday, after all.

Anyway, she’d only mentioned it…what? Once? When they’d been sleep-deprived on the back of that ambler, pretending like they were listening to each other’s answers to five-, then twenty-questions, rather than just staring at each other’s lips, hardly keeping from kissing again?

But then, he’d mentioned it once too, on the road back to the Nexus, wondering aloud if—

If they’d be back to Katolis in time for their birthdays.

Even if he does remember…nothing is just about what she deserves anyway, as far as birthdays with Callum go, Rayla resolves when the morning passes without a word about it.

She spends the day stewing like that—excusing herself when Callum’s dumb, adorable face makes the regret too much to handle, trying to distract herself with patrolling and target practice, avoiding the reproachful looks from Amaya she’s been getting since they’d gotten here yesterday that she knows she deserves but really, really doesn’t need.

It’s dusk when she heads back inside, but research stretches on until nightfall, and she spends the difference talking herself out of the downward spiral that’d convinced her Callum was too hurt still to even bring up birthdays, let alone have any interest in acknowledging hers. Her head stops spinning—finally—once she and Stella retreat to their little corner of the abandoned Bookery, though.

Judging by the height of the pile that Callum had stacked there beside his bedroll—Sky magic books, she guesses—he’s been busy…and that’s all the reassurance she needs.

He just…doesn’t realize it’s her birthday, she tells herself again, like she had this morning. Clearly, he just has—they just have—a lot going on.

With the moon new, it’s dark enough that even she strains and squints to read the spines of the books, wondering to herself as she looks at the stack if she should tell him or not.…until familiar footsteps bring some firelight to their little not-quite camp.

“You have quite a collection going here, mage,” she chuckles, kneeling by his books, the light letting her confirm that, yes, this whole pile was Callum’s personal Sky magic stack. “Think you might need to send a few of these home to—oh.”

…and she doesn’t need to tell him, apparently, if the fistful of flowers and the smile on his face mean what she thinks they mean.

“It’s your birthday,” Callum starts, setting down the lantern to free a hand to hold out…and she exhales.

She thinks she hides the tingling wave of calm that comes with Callum reaching for her and knows she hides the relieved tears that prickle—just a bit—in her eyes, easily blinking them away before she even puts her hand in his.

“It is,” she says, just a hint of a snicker in her answer. Rayla smiles as she leans into his warm steady hand to stand…and that’s almost familiar again—the brief shows of support, the fleeting moments of comfort, the gentle reminders that he’s there for her. She almost leaves her hand there, covered completely by his, her thumb drifting to his wrist…but lingering like that was uncertain territory still since she’d been back. She remembers how surprised he’d been at her head on his shoulder and how stiff he’d been the whole time on her shadowpaw…so she pulls away and points to the flowers in his other hand instead, each bloom the same vibrant red. “What are these?”

“Uh…orchids, I think?” He examines them himself, peering down at the little bouquet held between them then tilting them to her, holding them out til the soft petals brush her hand. “I guess Sunfire elves do a lot of flowers, so when I told Kazi I needed a gift for you…”

“You told them?” she asks, fingertips brushing his as she takes the flowers by the stems, knowing no one else would’ve had a reason to know about her birthday if Callum didn’t mention it, wondering if anyone else had known all day.

“Just them. I asked them to keep it to themself.” Callum explains, haste in his voice, and Rayla looks up from fiddling with a leaf, realizing that her doubt might have read as displeasure. “You were…quiet this morning, so I thought maybe that was best?”

“We’re busy,” she nods. That’d been the right move, she thinks, even if she’d spent the day assuming the worst, and she squashes the urge to touch him as extra assurance that he’d done the right thing. A big deal about her birthday after what she’d done to him on his, would’ve been…not great. Her eyes fall back to the flowers, and she shuffles her weight to her other foot. “Plus, everyone’s kind of very not happy with me so—”

Rayla stops when his hand slips into hers, lifting her head and finding Callum staring at her sweet and sincere as ever—

“I’m happy with you,” he says, eyes half-lidded, smile sideways.

He’s leaning in, she thinks, paralyzed in place, knowing her mouth is hanging open, knowing she’s looking at his lips…but then the sideways smile there breaks to a wide grin and he repeats himself, squeezing her hand tight enough to snap her out of it.

“And it’s your birthday!” Callum exclaims, and then—

He starts singing, with his own special…Callum-ness that she’s sure isn’t actually a part of the Katolis birthday song.

Right out the gate, she has to bite her lip to stifle her laughter down to a giggle at the silly, dumb dance moves he’s clearly just making up to make her smile, and she almost loses it at the dramatic flourish he adds to the third birthday. Too quickly, the song is over, though, and she’s about to teasingly clap for him—

—but then his lips are on her cheek.

It takes longer than she cares to admit for her to grasp that it’d just been the wishes and kisses and laughter and love he’d just sung about that’d made him kiss her, and she covers the spot where his lips had been in the meantime, not quite knowing what else to do. There was no point in hiding her wide eyes or flushed cheeks, obviously, she realizes, especially seeing how satisfied Callum seemed with her response to his little performance.

“That…that was the—”

“Katolis birthday song,” Callum nods, grinning, and takes the flowers from her hands, leaving them on a table before cheerily pulling her to a spot without books underfoot, “and there’s a dance I’m supposed to learn, right?”

…and her pounding heart falls.

“Callum—” she starts, the words in her letter as fresh as the night she’d written them—for the both of them, apparently—and she swallows thickly, reminded again of all it had—how she had—ruined between them.

Callum shakes his head before she can say more, though, eyes soft and reassuring, and—

—it’s…okay, apparently.

“We’re not missing any more birthdays, alright?” he says, more unbothered than she can understand, easily putting a stop to the spiral she’d spent the day on with a final squeeze before he drops her hands and gestures to the open space around them.

It just takes a blink and a breath, and she follows suit, moving forward.

“Okay, well,” she starts, looking around, considering where to begin. “It works better with more people, but—”

“I can go get the others if you want?” Callum asks with a shrug, a thumb pointed over his shoulder…and she shakes her head in immediate answer, uninterested in spending her birthday with anyone but him.

“No, no, just—uh…just us is fine.” Showing him is obviously the answer, so Rayla presses on his shoulders to switch their spots. “The birthday elf—uhh, person—is supposed to be in the middle, and you kind of dance around them, so…belated birthday dance to demonstrate?”

Her proposition comes with an apologetic smile—she’d meant to make it back to the castle in time for his 17th—and he nods, everything about his answer soft, silent forgiveness.

She spends her first round humming music she hasn’t heard in ages, the second naming the steps as she goes, the third telling him the counts.

By her fourth, she hardly even blushes when the chain of turns at the end of the dance brings them nose-to-nose, close enough to kiss, which was kind of the point when your lover was a part of the dance, but…

She shouldn’t…so she doesn’t.

“Okay,” he says as she comes in close again. “I think I’ve got it.”

“Yeah?” She grins at the head-rush of his breath on her cheek before smoothly spinning away…except that she can’t, because Callum’s caught her hands again and uses her momentum to take her place.

“Eh…mostly?” he shrugs, before drawing a dramatic breath and setting himself up like she had at the start, his leg outstretched at something like the angle she’d shown him. She counts while he copies her, his memory accurate…even if the execution is a little off.

Really, though, considering the swaying in place that Katolis called dancing she’d seen those couple of weeks in the castle…he does pretty great, she thinks, tickled at him so attentive to learning something so familiar to her.

He starts that last series of turns that she knows will bring him in close, and she knows she shouldn’t kiss him kiss him…but he’d gotten her cheek earlier, hadn’t he?

“You’ve got it,” she nods after her lips leave his soft face, stomach fluttering at finding him almost as surprised and flushed as she’d been, then moves on just as quickly as he had. “Then usually you do it again—it’s supposed to be eighteen times for an eighteenth birthday—but kind of…rotate around? If there’s more than one dancer, that is.”

“Eighteen Moonshadow Birthday Dances, coming right up!” Callum says, determinedly setting up for another round. The steps flow, one into the next, a little better this second time, and she tells him so as he starts spinning in towards her again…but he pouts in answer instead of giving her another melty smile like the first time. “What…no kiss this time?”

And no way was she going to pass up that invitation.

Of course, she appeases him before grinning and sending him on his way, singing the tune now—on to a third, and fourth, and fifth repetition—each finished with her lips pressed to his cheek.

By his eighteenth time through, he has the pattern down pat. He hums along with her, even, and, of course, finishes the turns with his beaming face tilted to the side, welcoming her kiss like she’d worried he never would again.

…and she wonders about that last wish she’d had for Callum’s fifteenth birthday.

He’s done dancing now, and still just as close, still reaching for her.

“Happy birthday,” he says, leaning in again…and she’s just as still and speechless as before.

Her eyes flutter, her tongue wets her lips, her breath falls on his cheek, and he crashes into her, his arms locked around her waist, his heartbeat against her chest—

…his hug warm and tight and close.

…and that’s okay too.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayllum week 2023 #rayllum's bad vibes rodeo #the dragon prince #mild s5 trailer spoilers #aka happy birthday rayla!!!#there mayyyyy or may not be a follow up to come <3 #also theres a wholeeeeee lot of s5 speculation that i tried to get across without just dumping it all #might put this on ao3 but idk what the title is so #*shrug*

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weheartchrisevans · 1 year

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chrisevans: Callum Drift and Jack O'Malley. We're already having WAY too much fun on this one. (I can't believe I'm finally doing a Christmas movie!)

#chris evans #dwayne johnson #red one #on set #instagram

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mooodyblue · 3 months

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Can we get some callum and little aus hcs? 😢

callum turner x little!austin headcannons

a/n: of course i had to jump right on it. i love these two.

warnings: age regression

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my biggest hc is that callum isn't even his cg, he just loves hanging around little!aus bc he's the cutest thing ever

austin absolutely loves this guy

he was an anxious bundle of nerves when they first met at an event, but hit it off immediately

callum had no idea what agere was and austin got stressed one day and accidentally slipped in front of him, he had no clue what to do

but thank god google exists !

always calls him "kiddo" "little guy" "bud"

lowkey gets excited whenever austin is little bc he's just so fun to be around

he treats austin like if he were his little brother 100%

they get rough, but playfully—callum always makes sure he's comfortable!

sometimes austin drifts off during interviews(y'know....that one clip) and callum has to try and snap him back into reality a bit, telling him to hold on and that he'd get him a snack in just a bit

whenever the two make plans or have to work together on something, he makes sure to always have some little snacks and juice pouches on hand :')

if anything goes wrong, he immediately asks if austin wants his cg—which he'll call right away if he says yes

mota filming was real fun bc austin got to play with some of the planes while they weren't filming (with supervision of course!) callum makes little airplane noises just for him

definitely buys austin a toy airplane to remember him by

soooo many hugs

they definitely hold hands!!!!

i love them btw

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #i need to catch up on mota press 🥲

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Every Other Weekend, Part 3

Summary: date number two with Dean, and you get a surprise at Jack’s work

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader, Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: mentions of divorce, implied cheating, groping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, angst, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.8K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Hey, little man,” Callum holds his hand up for a high five as Jack and Finn walk into the station. “I thought you were going to be with your mom this weekend,” he raises his eyebrows at Jack. His eyes move over to a room, but Jack settles down in front of his desk, while Finn takes his seat. “Jack,” Callum clears his throat, flicking his head to the side.

“Do you need water?” Callum shakes his head no, still moving his head over. “What is your problem?”

“There’s a witness in room four.”

Jack sits up and looks over at the room before he bolts away. Finn knocks a picture of the three of you onto the desk, but Cal picks it back up, only for Finn to push it over again, “What’s wrong?”

“Why is that on his desk?” Cal takes a deep breath and sits across from the little boy, “It’s because he doesn’t sit here, huh?”

“He sits there everyday,’ Finn throws his head back looking up at the ceiling, twisting the chair around. “I think he likes thinking of happy times,” he taps his finger on the desk with a smile, “Open that drawer.”

Finn opens the door and sees more photos of him, you, and his dad. “It’s a lie. He won’t come home.”

“They’re working through some things, bud.”

“So he’s coming home?” Cal shrugs his shoulders, and Finn flings his body back in the chair again, “You know something I don’t know.”

“No, I know that your mom and dad really love each other. And sometimes love is complicated.”

“Because I’m ‘perfect’ and he doesn’t want another baby.”

“It’s more than that.”

“He should have another baby with mom. If that’s what would make her happy,” he tries to look over at the interrogation room where Jack was, but Cal stands quickly in his way. “Why can’t I see?”

“You shouldn’t be watching witnesses, and for your dad’s sake, I hope that one is gone before your mom gets back,” pulling out his phone, Cal sends someone a text, and settles in front of the small boy. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“School just started back. Why are you asking me what I want for Christmas?”

“Just humor me. I like an early list so I have time to make sure you’ve been nice instead of naughty.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Finn pushes the picture back down, and scoots it closer to Cal. “Is that possible for you to do?”

“I wish I had an answer, Finny. But I don’t. Just have some faith,” Jack waits until the woman leaves out of the building before coming back into his office. Giving his son a smile, he absentmindedly picks the picture back up, and looks over at Cal, “You’re cutting it close.”

Jack didn’t know why Robyn felt the need to show up at his place of work, especially since he told her that Finn was going to be there. He knew he was making a bigger mess of things, but with you having a date, it made this decision easier.

You walk up the steps of the precinct, and with only two steps into the door, Nick was crowding around you, “So…we matched.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer awkwardly, trying to avoid looking in Jack’s office. It looked like Cal’s giant frame was blocking most of your view though.

“You hadn’t responded to my messages though.”

“I’ve been busy. I’ve got a son every other weekend.”

“I mean…this is going to come off rude, and I don’t mean it to, but Finn does fall asleep. We could do something at your house.”

“No,” there was no way you were bringing any man to your house. Especially not when Finn was there. Your home was sacred to you. It was a home you made with Jack, and the thought of another man laying in his spot on the bed made you want to forgive him completely.

“Oh…well, this weekend?”

“I…uh, I have plans.”

“You’re not just dragging me along? You actually want a date? Even though your husband seems to think that you’re going to get back together. Is this awkward? I mean…Jack, he…he’s used this place as a…Jack,” you wished your husband wasn’t behind you. Nick was about to spill something.

You had a sinking feeling that Jack was keeping things from you. And the last time that happened, it was hard to recover. Late nights at the station started happening, texts more than phone calls started happening, and your need to have a baby got stronger, and you hated that feeling.

“You’re early,” Jack looks over at Nick oddly. He was too close. That man never could keep his interest in you away. He didn’t let it be a secret, or even the random hint that he wasn’t above a threesome. Jack did not like Nick, and he wasn’t a fan of whatever this was. “Nick?”

“You’ll let me know something in a couple of weeks, yeah?” You smile, nodding your head at him, and still Jack glares.

You don’t give him a chance to say anything, before you turn to walk away, “What was that?” You shrug your shoulders, but he stops you in the middle of the station, “I have a right to know what that was.”

“Nick asked me a question.”

“What did he ask you?”

He was jealous. It was wrong to actually get a thrill out of that, but after the things he had put you through, it served him right. In a way it made you feel more confident. You were still desirable, when sometimes you felt less than that with him. As of late you had felt like nothing more than a wet place for him to sink into.

“Why are you asking? It’s a question that doesn’t pertain to you.”

“Oh, I see what this is. You’re ‘dating’. TJ told me all about your little night with whoever. You think because you’re dating you can finally go after Nick. You should know that he’s a player. There’s a reason why he’s still single.”

“Oh my god. You self centered, asshole. I’m ‘dating’. What the hell does that even mean? Am I not allowed to? Are you saying you’re not talking to someone? Remember Jack, I’m the one who pays the fucking phone bill. Just remember why we’re here. Why don’t you be honest with yourself,” you spin on your heels and march towards your son. Shutting down from this conversation because you didn’t want a fight in front of Finn.

“Hey, Finny, you ready?” He gives a quick look over to Cal, and Cal smiles, tapping on his nose. Finn returns the gesture before getting up for a hug from Jack. You loved that Cal was a safe place for Finn. He had almost adopted the boy as his nephew, and always gave him good advice.

“Look at you,” he stands to give you a cheek kiss. “Finny, take care of your mom for me, and I’ll take care of your dad for you okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Jack stands annoyed watching you as Finn gathers his things, and you wave at both men, before taking your son home. There was a weird feeling in here, and you had to get out.

“You’re an idiot.”

“She’s not supposed to come here,” Jack sits down in his chair, and kicks his feet up on his desk. “Tell me what I need to do.”

“For starters, quit riding the fence. If you want to be with Robyn, let go of your wife. If you want to be with your wife, cut Robyn off. Simple.”

“She’s ‘dating’.”

“Quit with your stupid air quotes. ‘Dating’,” Cal shakes his head, and goes over to his desk. Rummaging through a few files. “You have a beautiful wife, and you love her. This is confusing to your son. Both of you are confusing him. But that…you said that you wouldn’t have Robyn around your son. Who was here, Jack? And your wife. She’d recognize her. You did this to yourself.”

“And she’s miss innocent?”

“Jack, you’re my partner. So take what I’m saying to you as someone who cares for you, but also her, and Finn. When you first started talking to Robyn as ‘friends’ and your wife called you out on it, you should have listened. She became distant because of that. Then she wanted to have a baby to make you stay and love her more. And you refused, what does that look like? I love you both, and if you have real feelings for your bed buddy.”

“I’m not sleeping with her! I’m not. I haven’t had sex with that woman ever. Never ever. The only woman I have slept with for nearly a decade has been my wife,” he lets his face fall in his hands, because he knows what the right answer would be. Saw the signs of you slipping away, and he pulled away just as much.

“She’s dating because she needs to see if she’s still in love with you. And if you’re going to do whatever the hell that is, she deserves that. You can’t get mad at her. But, if it makes you feel better, she does still love you. However, she sees Robyn around you again, you know what’s gonna happen. If you want to save your marriage, save it. Drop the bitch. You have me to talk to. And that,” he points over at the photo of the three of you in your last happy family photo.

“That is worth saving, bud. Now, we have a case.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You better. Keep your mind off of that woman.”

“Dean, where are you taking me?” You look at the dingy building in front of you, and stop walking. “I am not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,” he pulls you a bit harder, before stopping to bend his knees. “Come on. Hope on, princess. We won’t let your feet touch the ground,” although you may giggle, there was a sweetness about this. You jump on his back, and he starts walking to the building. “This will be a treat. You've gone soft, and don’t know how to have fun or let loose.”

He opens the door to the rowdy crowd. Music blaring, beer in everyone’s hand, and right in the middle was a mechanical bull. “Nope. Put me down. I am not getting on that thing.”

“Yes, you are. I’ll go first. I just wanna see if you still know how to ride.”

“I have never rode a mechanical bull, Dean.”

“Wasn’t talking about the bull,” you give him a little pinch to his nipple, and he laughs, turning his head for a quick kiss. Dean walks over to the bar, ordering two beers, and still with you on his back, he carries you to his favorite table. “Best seat in the house.”

Sitting you down, you can’t help, but smile at him. It was comforting having someone from your past. He was still the same ole Dean that you remembered, but there were definitely some changes. When he smiled his eyes crinkled up, but you found him even more attractive than before. Reaching out to grab your hand, his thumb draws shapes over it, and they were rougher than you remembered.

His voice was a bit deeper, but that you didn’t mind one bit. He still liked to wear multiple layers to his ensemble. Apparently, you had a type in the clothing department. But then he started singing along to the music, before he pulls you up with him, “Alright, you gotta get on there. You’re a mother, so prove to yourself you still know how to have some fun.”

He was right. Biting at his lip, he nods as you walk up to the beast. Needing a bit of help getting on, and thankfully the driver was taking it slow. Letting the bull rock you back and forth slowly. Jiggling the bull just so your tits would get some recoil action, and you hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time. Dean was nearly frothing at the mouth with every twist and turn of the bull. When the mechanic tires of playing with you, he spins it quickly, and you fall off giggling. Ready to go again.

But with a large hand gripping yours, he pulls you up to him, and practically runs out of the building. Dragging you to his car, and he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around him, and you take a few staggered breaths. “Either we get in the back of this car, or I gotta go home.”

“Those are the only choices?”

“I let you get away one time, I don’t want to do it again. This may just be fun, and we’re living wildly like we were younger, but I know you’re feeling things,” wrong. You were feeling sexually frustrated. You were feeling giddy, but things weren’t strong. “Fine. Fine, that’s fine, but don’t let us go again. Let’s…”

“Dean, we’re just having fun.”

“Fine. Then let's have fun in the back seat? For old time’s sake,” wrapping your hands around his head, you pull him in for a bruising kiss. This was not high school kissing, this was years of practice. The both of you knew what you were doing now. Your body grinds over his front as he blindly opens the back door, and carries the two of you inside.

Dropping you on the seat, he closes the door behind him, and you were back to attacking him again. Weaving your fingers in his hair, and pulling him close. He pulls off of you, starting to kiss down your neck. You arch your back up to him as he gets lower on your body. Pulling your shirt down, his thumb traces over the top of your bra. Those green eyes look up at you for confirmation, but you were too into the moment. Just enjoying the small pleasures of his mouth.

Mouth wide with panting breaths, he kisses further down, pulling down your bra, until he exposes your nipple. His hips roll into your covered core, and when you whimper, his hand goes to your pants. Only getting to your button, when you pull his hand back up, “I’m not sleeping with you in the back of this car.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I said, I wasn’t sleeping with you in the back of this car,” while he may huff a bit, he crashes his mouth back into yours. Dean opens his eyes while the two of you make out. He didn’t understand why you were being so hesitant. You were holding back, and he had to make sure that your husband understood that you were back where you belonged. Especially since you were being shy. He starts kissing down your neck with open mouth kisses. Giving that sensitive area behind your ear a nibble.

Blowing his hot breath on you, and you were still weak with that motion. It would leave a mark, and he hoped your husband saw it. He could stay separated from you, until the divorce happened. It was inevitable he was back in your life. Right where he was supposed to be.

Your pocket vibrates and Jack’s ringtone sings softly, and you pull Dean off you, “Stop. That’s…Dean, stop. Jack never calls,” he leans back on his heels, and admires his handy work. You definitely had a few spots on your neck. The way you were completely blissful with his motions, “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“He’s running a fever, and throwing up. I’ve got him medicine, and he’s fine, but he wants you. I know, I’m sorry. You want me to meet you back at home?”

“I’ll come to you. I’ll be right there,” sitting up, you readjust yourself, and move to open the door. “Can you take me to my…Jack’s apartment? My baby is sick and he needs me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. Kid needs his mama.”

You brush Finn’s hair away from his face. Painting your finger over his heated skin. He was fine. But there was something about a mother’s touch. He knew that whenever he needed you, you would be there. Despite whatever was going on between you and Jack, Finn deserved both his parents. You lean forward, giving him a kiss on his forehead, and pull the covers tighter around him.

You weren’t sure where time had gone, or even how you had got here. You and Jack had made it work for so long, and now it just seemed like you couldn’t. It was either you or him that was bucking at changing. “Come on, let him sleep,” Jack says from the doorway. Looking at him for only a moment more, you stand and leave him in peace.

“Call me if…”

“Stay,” you shake your head no. It was a bad idea, “Please, he’ll want to see you in the morning.”

“Jack….”

“Please? You’ve never stayed here. I’ll wake up and get on the couch before he wakes. Sweetheart, I don’t wanna be alone. And I can’t tend to him the way you did. We can just sleep.”

You lick at your lips, even though you could still feel Dean on them, you could taste Jack. You didn’t think you could ever forget the way that he tasted, the way he felt, or even the way he touched you. “I don’t wanna sleep,” you whisper as he walks backwards to his room. Closing the door softly, he locks it, before the two of you start devouring each other.

A jumbled mess of hands and clothes as you remove things from each other. Pulling off a shirt to kiss, only to stop to pull down pants. It was fast and desperate. But felt right, even though you knew in the morning all those emotions would come crashing back down. He scoots himself on the bed, holding out a hand for you, and you sling a leg over his. Straddling him when you start to sink over his cock.

Sliding all the way down to the root, and your head looks up at the ceiling, whispering out a moan. You give yourself a moment to adjust to his girth, and his hands discover you all over again. The tips of his fingers glide over your soft skin. Gripping onto your hips when you start grinding over him.

Looking back down at Jack, it was the first time that you had seen him look at you like that in a long time. His eyes full of lust. You knew he loved you in his way, but you forgot what this felt like. And just how it made you feel…desirable. Realizing that this was something else that had been missing in your marriage.

You bounce over him faster. Watching his face turn into pure pleasure. You were doing this for him. He was beautiful like this. Your hands press down onto his chest, and he holds on tighter. His fingers leaving bruises in their wake. Racing for a quick release. Things were becoming too real, and you weren’t ready to deal with it. Riding him like your life depended on it, and when his mouth falls open, and he lets out that high pitched ahh, you keep going. You would get off.

Overstimulating him in the process as his cream leaks out onto his pelvis. His eyes went from lust to love. His face softening while your walls clench down tight around him. Almost there. Giving him a dirty grind when your body releases that sweet euphoria, and you lay down on his chest.

Jack wraps his arms around you, and lets his fingers pet on your back, “Why can’t we make this work?” You feel your resolve start to fall as tears cloud your vision. “Jack, you’re all I never wanted, but you gave me everything I needed. What happened to us?”

He lays there silently, still drawing shapes on your back. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“When we got together, we weren’t looking for a kid and a marriage. It was tough. But we did it. We gave each other what we needed, but I’m afraid that neither of us are what we wanted in our lives.”

His body trembles underneath you when he lets his tears finally break through. He had held them in for far too long. Refused to show you his vulnerable side. “Jack?”

“Don’t do this.”

“What are we fighting for?”

“Don’t…don’t do this to me,” you give him a kiss on his chest, because he didn’t get it. “Don’t do this to us. I love you.”

You close your eyes slowly, “Was it the same woman?” He doesn’t answer, but his breathing was still rapid. “She was there today, wasn’t she? I saw her come out of the precinct, and she gave me a weird look. You said you weren’t going to talk to her anymore.”

“We’ve never done anything.”

“You chose her company over mine. This was the last time, Jack.”

“No.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going home.”

“No. Don’t.”

“Monday, I’m filing for divorce. You can go after that woman all you want. Changing her number doesn’t mean anything.”

“Please, stop.”

“I asked you to stop a year ago,” you lift off him, letting your combined cum linger on his pelvis. Getting up you go to grab his shirt, and your panties. “I won’t hinder you anymore,” he cries your name, and sits up. Those baby blue eyes peering at you with so much pain, but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You did this. I’m just finally letting you go. You can’t expect people, me, your wife, to hear the same lies over and over again. We are just talking. We are just friends. We were just having dinner. I wanted that with you. Your wife. Now, I’ll have that with someone who wants that with me. You gave me what I needed, but never what I wanted. And I did the same to you. We’re too different. We tried. I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

Jack stares up at the ceiling, and lets his tears soak his face. Cal was right. He was always right, and Jack was too stubborn to listen. He thought that you were happy just going out with TJ. Letting your best friend take the seat he should have been sitting in. You had waited too long to voice what you needed, but you couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of you, and it wasn’t fair to Finn. It was better this way, but Jack didn’t believe that.

He picks up his phone when Robyn texts him, but lays it back down. He knew it was his fault and not hers, but still he blamed her. Had she not come into his life, he wouldn’t have put a friendship ahead of you.

“Next date, I’m sleeping with Dean.”

Good for you. Why?

“I’m filing for divorce Monday. I can’t do it. I saw her at his office today.”

Baby, I’m sorry. You and Jack can still be friends.

“We never were,” you lie to TJ and lie to yourself. In that moment you forgot the love that you and Jack shared between each other. It was just easier that way. You didn’t want to be with Dean. You had fun with him. But a moment from your past, to remember young love was what you needed. And that way you can enjoy your present, and then on to your future. You deserved that.

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