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Soundtrack of Debauchery - Part 1

Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) & Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) X Mike (Hellraiser)

Word Count: 10 459 words

Warnings: SMUT, Accidental Plot, Alcohol, Accidental Drug Use, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), Hand Job, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Slight Voyeurism, Threesome (F/M/M)

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A/N: I made an inspo playlist post here.

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The atmosphere around the lot was incredible. Jessie had never experienced anything like it before. There was a sea of people as far as the eye could see in every direction, the sun was shining brightly and the music was blaring hard.

The guys hadn’t been so pleased when she and her best friend said they were crashing their guys’ weekend and accompanying them to the festival but there was no way she was going to miss such an amazing lineup.

It was the first day and the bands had started around four in the afternoon, and the last band went on at about eleven. Tomorrow and the next day, there would be non-stop bands from ten to one-thirty the following morning. One of her favorite bands was headlining the main stage the following evening but another one was playing that opening night.

The guys rushed into the thick of the crowd as soon as they heard the Kid Rock song that always marked the beginning of the band’s sets, leaving Jessie and Mel behind in a less densely packed area. A chorus of cheers broke out as the band made their way to the stage and just like that, the show started.

Off to the pair’s left, a group of rowdy men broke through a wall of people. Their shirts were soaked and they were all breathing hard. They’d obviously been out in the pits and had decided to take a little break to just enjoy the music without worrying about getting punched in the face. A man carrying a beer tray above his head walked by and the men immediately bought all ten of the remaining cups, passing them around the group. At eight dollars a piece plus tip, that single round was at least a hundred dollars.

They were about halfway through the set now and the lead singer called for festival-goers to crowdsurf to the stage and give him a high-five. Immediately, everyone went wild, including Melanie.

“I’m going for it. Hold my wallet and my phone so I don’t drop them and I’ll come back and find you.”

Jessie gaped at her best friend who shoved her items into the small bag she had at her hip and confidently marched over to the group of men sipping their beers. Melanie tapped the largest one on his shoulder, waiting for him to turn around.

“Would you boys be so kind as to lift me up?”

The man looked down at her then over her shoulder straight at Jessie. His eyes didn’t pull away as he answered the woman in front of him.

“Sure thing.”

He turned, handing his beer to one of his buddies then easily hoisted Melanie into the air.

“Heads up, boys!”

Just like that, Melanie was gone, carried forward by the crowd.

“What about you, Sweetheart?” the large man asked Jessie.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, pretending that the way he’d called her sweetheart didn’t make her insides flutter. “I’m good right here.”

There was no denying he was handsome. He had these piercing blue eyes and his brown hair was cropped short. Actually, all the boys had their hair cut short or with a little bit more length at the top and shaved on the sides. That was when Jessie noticed the matching silver chains hanging around their necks which also explained why the handsome one had lifted Mel as if she weighed nothing.

Of course, the very next song, while waiting for Melanie to find her way back through the crowd from where the security pulled her down at the gate, a circle pit broke out so big that it swallowed every crowd member in a thirty foot radius.

Jessie thought she was a safe distance away but suddenly the man in front of her was pushed backwards, barreling into her and knocking her off balance. She began to panic as she was pushed from all sides, struggling to stay upright until an arm wrapped around her waist.

A hard chest pressed against her back, stabilizing her in the sudden chaos.

“Put your arms up in front of you and keep your hands closed into fists. You protect your face and let me worry about everything else.”

All Jessie could do was nod as the other soldiers closed in around her, forming a protective barrier and keeping others at bay. The man at her back had his own arms on either side of her, just in case someone was shoved against them.

Slowly, the crowd settled and they were able to step away, putting some distance between the group and the pit.

“You okay?” the large soldier asked, breaking away from Jessie who was visibly shaken up.

She turned, looking up at him wide-eyed. “I think so. Are you?”

The man had a trickle of blood on his brow and what looked to be a small bruise blooming but he just shrugged.

“Caught a stray elbow but it’s nothin’ I ain’t used to. Better me than you.”

Jessie lifted her cross-body bag over her head and knelt down to dig through the pockets. When she stood again, she proceeded to tear open a disinfectant wipe, cleaning the blood from the soldier’s face.

“You just happened to have that in that little purse?” he asked, thoroughly amused.

“What’s that boy scout motto? Always be prepared?”

This was not the time for him to linger on the way her fingers softly brushed over his forehead. The lead singer’s voice rang over the loudspeakers, offering a much needed distraction.

“Ladies, if you know every word to this next song, get on someone’s shoulders and sing with me.”

As the first guitar notes were played, the crowd went wild and girls began climbing onto their boyfriend’s shoulders.

“You know the words?”

He’d noticed the way she sang along with every song and he already knew the answer to his question would be ‘yes’.

“Yeah.”

“Hop up then.”

He almost didn't give her a choice as he pulled her closer and somehow manoeuvred her legs over his head and onto his shoulders, causing her to make the cutest little surprised squeak.

When he stood at full height, Jessie towered over the crowd for the first time in her life, making her release a wholehearted laugh before jumping into the lyrics.

Jessie was ready to get back to her feet after the song but the soldier below her made no move to release her. She watched the final song of the set from her perch which had the advantage of allowing Melanie to find her way back.

As she watched her best friend slip off the strangers shoulders, Mel struggled to conceal her cheeky grin.

“You look like you had fun.”

“Shut up,” Jessie whispered.

Luckily for Jessie, the rest of their friends made it out of the crowd, whooping and hollering, which pulled the attention away from the girls. Keith immediately wrapped his arms around Mel’s waist and kissed her cheek from behind.

Jessie was hyper aware of the large soldier’s eyes on her as the boys surrounded them.

“The next show starts in five minutes, we need to get over to the other stage,” Connor said, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I think I’ll just go back to the campsite.”

Jessie was hungry and the last two bands of the night were not at all her kind of music.

“It’s getting dark, you shouldn’t go back all alone.”

She was about to argue that she was perfectly capable of walking back to the campsite on her own when a deep voice spoke from behind her.

“You could come back with us if ya want.”

The boys frowned at the man who’d come to stand so close to her back that Jessie could feel his breath on her shoulder.

“That’s a great idea,” Mel spoke in her place.

Jessie gaped at her friend. Surely she was joking. Walking back alone was too dangerous but going off with a group of strange men was okay? Although, by the look on her face, Jessie had a feeling Mel was hoping the walk back would turn into something more.

Before she could argue, Connor was already dragging the group over to the next show, leaving Jessie with the handsome soldier.

“I’m Sy by the way.”

Jessie turned, looking up at the man.

“Jessie,” she answered, biting her bottom lip.

“Ya don’t have to, but if ya want, we were gonna head back and eat,” he tipped his head, indicating the group of soldiers hovering not far behind him. “Otherwise, I can walk ya back to your tent.”

“I’m starving so… lead the way, I guess.”

The handsome stranger, Sy, gave her a warm smile, erasing any uneasiness Jessie felt. He extended a hand for Jessie to take and lead her to his friends. After quick introductions, they made their way out of the festival grounds and over to the campsite.

The small, rural town in which the festival was being held only had one hotel and two bed and breakfasts so the organizers always rented a piece of land to set up campsites that could be booked at the same time as the weekend passes. Jessie and her friends had two tents somewhere on the lot but she had no idea where they were.

Each campsite was a ten foot by ten foot square on which you could put up your tent and there were over a thousand of them. She knew the number of the space where the guys had set up the tents earlier in the day but the lot had still been mostly empty then and she lost track of where it was now that most spaces had been filled.

Sy and his friends had a space at the far side of the lot. She knew it was theirs before they even made it because they had set up two large army style tents covering three spaces.

“Wow, you guys didn’t mess around.”

When they reached the tents, the guys began pulling camping chairs from inside one of the tents and set them up around a camp stove.

“Oh yeah,” one of the men said. Jessie thought Sy had introduced him as Gabe but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “This is our one weekend in the year where we get to escape our responsibilities and we make sure to enjoy every second. The festival we attend changes based on when we get leave.”

The guys worked together, quickly passing around plates and cans of beer while others heated hotdogs and buns on the grill. Jessie felt bad about not helping but Sy wouldn’t let her lift a finger.

If any of the boys minded that Sy had brought back an extra mouth to feed, none of them complained. They chatted happily as they scarfed down the simple meal and another round of beer was served. Eventually, someone pulled out a set of dice and they taught her a drinking game where they had to bluff about how good a roll they had.

She lost almost immediately but she didn’t mind, instead turning her full attention to Sy who lost the very next round. She suspected he’d done it so they could talk. It was fully dark now but she could see his face perfectly in the soft glow of the LED lamps the boys had pulled out. They truly had thought of everything. As opposed to her who was struggling to hide how badly she was shivering in only her shorts and tank top.

“Do you need to go get a sweatshirt or something?” Sy asked, noticing the goosebumps covering her skin. He’d changed out of his sweat-covered shirt earlier but he hadn’t thought to ask her if she needed to do the same.

“I don’t think I have anything thicker than leggings in my bag and that’s back at my tent.”

Sy immediately pulled his own hoodie off and knelt in front of Jessie to slip it over her head. “What happened to ‘always be prepared’?” he joked, brushing the stray hairs from her forehead much in the same way she had done to him when she’d cleaned the cut on his brow.

Jessie swallowed, too focused on the fact that Sy’s face was only a few inches from hers to form words. His eyes flickering down was the only warning before Sy closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers in a tentative kiss.

“I didn’t expect the night to be so damn cold,” she mumbled as he pulled away. She shifted in her seat, arousal beginning to pool in her stomach.

Sy retrieved a flannel shirt from his bag, making it obvious that Jessie had vastly underestimated how many layers of clothing she would need for the weekend. She tried to pretend not to be watching the way his biceps flex as he slipped his arms into the sleeves.

Glancing at the time on her phone, Jessie realized that it was nearly midnight. She’d missed a text from Mel but after unlocking the phone and seeing the string of dirty emojis, she decided it was best if she didn’t answer. She didn’t want to admit that Mel’s instincts had been spot on.

“Are your friends lookin’ for ya?” Sy asked, repositioning his camp chair closer to hers.

Jessie chewed on her lip considering what she wanted to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, she just didn’t know if she should. She didn’t make a habit of hooking up with strangers but the good-looking southerner had definitely caught her fancy. Damn him and his charming smile.

“I was just letting Mel know not to panic if I don’t make it back until morning.”

She said it low enough for only Sy to hear and he immediately caught on to the unspoken question.

He didn’t answer, instead throwing his pack over his shoulder and once again putting a hand out for Jessie to take.

None of the men said anything as they left, probably not even noticing them slip away after the massive joint they had shared minutes before. Jessie wasn’t sure where they were going but the hungry look on Sy’s face was enough to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Sy stopped when they reached a blue and orange tent one row over, pulling the zipper open and holding the flap up as Jessie crawled in.

“Sy, who’s tent is this?” she giggled.

He crawled in behind her, closing the opening and hurriedly laying out a sleeping bag on the right side of the tent.

“My cousin booked his ticket after he found out I was coming so he had to get a separate tent.”

“Won’t he be mad that you brought a girl back?”

“Trust me, he’ll understand.”

That was the last thing Sy said before he was on her, guiding her down as he kissed her with fervor. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, allowing her to see enough to push the flannel off his broad shoulders. Sy took care of his t-shirt himself, doing that thing where men catch the collar in one hand and yank it over their heads.

For a moment she considered keeping her own shirt on but after feeling the way Sy’s chest was radiating heat under her hands, she sat up and pulled her tank top and hoodie off in one go. The man growled, pushing her bra down to catch one nipple between his teeth.

“Oh fuck!”

On any other day, Jessie would have been mortified at the idea of someone overhearing her with a guy but at that moment, she couldn’t care less. Let them hear.

Sy freed her of her bra then kissed down her stomach as his deft fingers worked her shorts open. Jessie stroked a hand up and down the back of his head, the short hair ticking her palm as she moved.

“If I had more time, I’d eat this pussy until you were screamin’ my name but I don’t know when Mike’ll be back.”

The filthy comment had her bare thighs clenching together while Sy moved aside to rifle through his pack. Jessie let her eyes roam over his chest and shoulders, drinking in his chiseled form. The man was built with nothing but lean muscle, making it obvious that the chain around his neck was not just for decoration.

After a bit more frantic searching, Sy cursed and abandoned his bag to look through a backpack Jessie assumed belonged to his cousin. It only took a few seconds of searching for him to find an entire box of condoms.

“Fuckin’ Mike,” he grumbled, plucking one from the box and dropping his shorts like they had just caught on fire.

Jessie couldn’t help but lick her lips when Sy’s considerable endowment came into view. If she didn’t manage to have her mouth on him before the end of the night, it would be a tragedy.

Sy finished rolling the condom over his length and knelt between Jessie’s legs. He grasped her thighs just above her knees, tugging her lower down on the sleeping bag before blanketing her with his body.

Jessie cupped his face in both hands and pulled him down into a greedy kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue before moving to the swell of her breasts. He held himself up on one arm, moving his hand up to the apex of Jessie’s thighs.

“How wet are you getting for me, Baby?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer, instead brushing his fingers up and down her slit. He continued to tease for a few more seconds before slowly sinking a finger into her core. Sy let out an appreciative groan, adding a second finger.

“Oh yeah, you’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Hurry up and get in me then.”

Sy didn’t need to be told twice, taking himself in hand and pushing into her slick cunt. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath as they both got accustomed to the sensation.

“Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

“Sorry,” she sighed in the shell of his ear.

“Don’t be sorry, it feels so fuckin’ good. Was just hopin’ to make ya come before I busted.”

Jessie locked her legs around his waist, keeping him close. He pawed at her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples as he snapped his hips forward. It took a few tries before he found the spot that made the woman below him gasp and moan but once he did, he hit it over and over again.

Things were going to end embarrassingly fast if she kept teasing his sensitive neck. Sy was pretty sure that she was leaving a trail of hickeys to mark her passage and that thought made everything all the more hot. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he almost didn’t hear Jessie’s breathy request.

“Let me ride you.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sy pulled out, rolling onto his back and taking Jessie with him until she straddled his waist. He zipped the sleeping bag halfway closed to keep some of the heat in after noticing the way her nipples pebbled from the cool night air.

With both hands free to roam over her body, Sy used one to grope her ass and the other to rub tight circles over Jessie’s clit. Her reaction was instant, grinding faster on Sy’s hand.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded despite her being the one in setting the pace.

Getting the message, he used the hand on her ass to guide her movements until she exploded above him, throwing her head back with a small cry as her orgasm overtook her. The sight alone almost pulled him over the edge but as soon as Jessie regained a bit of awareness, she lifted off him, moving between his legs and tearing the condom off his dick. Within seconds, she’d swallowed him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, slow down, Baby.”

She made a disapproving noise, shaking her head no. Sy was powerless as she worked his shaft, getting him nice and slick before wrapping a hand around his base and focusing on his head.

He could barely see her from her position at the bottom of the sleeping bag but he struggled to keep his eyes open anyway.

His fingers tangled in her hair, ushering her to move a little faster as Sy felt his peak approaching.

“Gonna come,” he panted with seconds to spare but she didn’t move as his balls pulled up tight and he began to spill down her throat.

His post-orgasmic bliss was cut short by the sound of the tent’s door being unzipped.

Mike came into view, pausing when he spotted Sy stretched out on his back and what could only be a body sized bulge at the bottom of the sleeping bag. Caught off guard, the young man didn’t know whether to stay or leave.

Sy’s gravely voice broke through his cousin’s daze. “You’re good, man. Come in.”

Jessie felt bad for the man, knowing her body was blocking the entrance at least in part and forcing him to maneuver around her to get into his own tent. She stayed still until she heard Mike settle into his sleeping bag. Once the rustling stopped, she climbed up to stretch out by Sy’s side.

He quietly found her underwear, sliding them into place before putting his too big t-shirt on her. When his own underwear was pulled back on, he held Jessie close and stole one more slow kiss. Exhausted both from the excitement of the day and their little fucking session, the pair quickly drifted off to sleep.

***

The sound of the tent zipper being pulled shut woke Jessie the following morning. She was incredibly comfortable with her head on Syʼs bare chest and his arms protectively wrapped around her but her bladder was screaming at her to get up.

Reluctantly, Jessie extracted herself from Syʼs hold and got redressed before slipping out of the tent.

As it turned out, it was still dark out and she wasnʼt sure she would be able to make it to the porta potties without tripping over something.

In a camping chair about three feet from the tent, was a man with dark, shaggy hair and a hood pulled up over his head.

“Hope I didn’t wake you up. Wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing the girl my cousin fucked in my tent had a shitty night because of me.” He didn’t bother looking away from his phone.

Not seeing any other chairs, Jessie sat on the large cooler that had been left on the grass overnight. No one seemed very concerned with people stealing their supplies because everywhere she looked there were chairs and coolers out for anyone to take.

“Guess now is not a good time to tell you we owe you a condom.”

The man burst out laughing then, shaking his head and proving his sour mood was just him being a little shit and messing with her. “You know what, at this point, I probably owe him a whole box and a new set of sheets so we can call it even.”

It seemed that whatever was on his phone had lost his interest because he slipped the device into his front pocket, looking up as he did.

“Woah, you’re hot,” he commented, pushing his hood off and revealing the same stunning blue eyes she’d been staring at all of the previous night.

“Uh, thanks?”

What else was she supposed to answer to that? He hadn’t meant it as a compliment, he was just speaking what was on his mind.

“Sorry, all I saw last night was the shape of your ass when I moved around you to get in the tent. Howʼd a sourpuss like Nate land a hottie like you?”

“Itʼs called being a gentleman, Mike. You should try it sometime.”

Sy crawled out of the tent, immediately sitting next to her on the cooler and putting his arm around her.

“Youʼre shiverinʼ, Baby, get over her.”

Jessie frowned, looking up at Sy. “Nate?” She really hoped he hadn’t lied about his name. Not now that she was seriously crushing on him.

“Sy’s an army nickname. Mike forgets about it sometimes.”

Feeling reassured, she nestled into his chest, holding back a groan at the warmth of his body. He’d obviously found another shirt because she was still wearing his and his hoodie. Sy leaned in, taking her lips in a kiss that made her insides flutter as hard as if she hadn’t gotten off less than five hours before.

“Tryin’ to run off on me?” he teased, when they finally took a moment to breathe.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to. I have no idea where my tent is.”

Both men laughed at that, reminding Jessie that she and Sy were not alone for their little PDA session.

“How do ya not know where your tent is?”

“There are like thirty rows of thirty tents out here,” she argued, waving a hand around. “I know the lot number but it’s still dark and I don’t want to break an ankle by tripping over a line or something.”

“Guess that’s good for me then. I get a bit more time before ya go all Cinderella on me.”

“I feel like this is going to end with you two sucking faces again so can you grab me a protein bar before you settle in? I’m fucking starving.”

Sy reluctantly stood, grabbing a bar from the cooler and throwing it at his cousin’s head.

“Is that all you’re eating for breakfast?” Jessie asked, sounding as outraged as a grandmother who was just told by her grandchild that they didn’t want a second helping of food.

“It’s this, or dry cereal and raw hotdogs. That thing is mostly filled with beer.”

Jessie looked over to Sy who just shook his head. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the admission.

“Well, why don’t the two of you come eat with me and my friends? I went a little overboard on the breakfast food because everyone wanted something different.”

“I’m down,” Mike said too quickly for Sy’s taste. Jessie may not have noticed the blatant way Mike was checking her out but Sy sure as hell did. Then again, who could blame him? She was Gorgeous. And it was not exactly surprising since they’d always been attracted to the same kind of women but Sy really liked Jessie. She wouldn’t be just a one night stand if Sy had his way so this was not the time for Mike to chase her away by coming on too strong.

“I’d like to go to the bathrooms first then maybe you boys can help me find my tent?”

“Sure thing, Sweetheart.”

They made sure she hadn’t left any of her things in the tent but Sy left his pack there to be retrieved later. After a detour to the porta potties that had blessedly been freshly cleaned, the trio set out to find Jessie’s tent.

To her surprise, almost everyone was up, spread out on their picnic blankets.

“Oh, thank god. Guys, Jessie’s back!”

“I thought ya warned them that you were spendin’ the night with me.”

It sounded like Sy felt guilty for worrying Jessie’s friends but she knew better.

“Don’t worry, they’re just starving because none of them know how to boil water.”

“I take offense to that,” Mel called as she rolled out of the tent with her normally perfectly styled hair sticking up at odd angles. “I make a damn good boxed macaroni.”

She froze for a moment, looking over Jessie’s shoulder at the two men.

“Damn girl, I sent you off with one hunk but here you are coming back with two.”

Jessie almost blushed at the insinuation, liking that idea more than she ever thought she would.

Sy had to punch Mike in the shoulder to wipe the smirk off his face.

“This is Sy and Mike,” she quickly introduced, moving to sit on the little folding stool that had been set up by the camp stove.

The guys flocked around her like dogs waiting for a piece of food to drop off the dinner table. She lined up the breakfast ingredients by her side while the others pulled out the containers of baked-goods she had made beforehand.

To Sy and Mike, it looked like that plastic box was Mary Poppins’ never ending bag.

“What all do you have in there?” Mike asked, snooping through the food.

Jessie began listing off the contents of the various containers as each of her friends took what they wanted. She’d made two kinds of muffins, chocolate chip cookies and apple-raspberry bars.

“Oh and I’m cooking pancakes which can be plain, blueberry or chocolate chip.”

She cut the corner off a zip top bag which had been rolled into a cone shape to easily pour the premade batter into the frying pan. She went around in circles, making each pancake to order and distributing them as they came out of the pan.

When he noticed that she hadn’t put herself in the rotation, probably intent on eating once the others were taken care of, Sy moved to sit beside her, hand feeding her bites of his own food.

Just as she was finishing up the second bag of batter, Jessie looked up, her eyes immediately going wide.

“Mike, no! Put those down!”

"What?” he choked out around a mouthful of brownies but he dropped the plastic container as he was ordered.

“Oh fuck,” one of the guys laughed. “How many did you eat?”

Mike looked around the group, growing more and more anxious with every amused pair of eyes that landed on him.

“Two, why?”

“Why? Because you’re about to have the greatest or the worst fucking day of your life, dude,” Connor chuckled.

“What’s going on?” Sy interrupted, looking to Jessie for a clear answer.

“Your boy just ate two pot brownies,” Keith clarified, not giving Jessie the chance to speak.

“Not just any pot brownies, dude,” Connor added unhelpfully. “Jessie’s pot brownies. Bro, you might wanna sit down and drink a bit of water.”

Mike looked at Jessie with alarm. When she gave him a little nod, he dropped on his ass. Connor was already handing him a bottle of water from the cooler. They’d intentionally left the brownies in there to be saved for later but it seemed Mike had found them anyway.

“How worried should I be?” Sy asked, his voice dropping low so only Jessie could hear and she wouldn’t be interrupted.

“How often does he smoke weed?”

“Almost every day as far as I know.”

“Then he should be fine. They aren’t quite as strong as usual but they don’t know that since they can't be trusted to eat those things in moderation. The only thing that works is the fear of getting too fucked up like they’ve all done at least once with those things. We should still keep an eye on him though. Mel only needs one bite of Keith’s to get her nicely buzzed and Mike at two.”

That helped settle Sy’s worries. Sort of. Mike wasn’t as wide as him but he was still over six foot whereas Mel couldn’t be more than five foot one. He may have often seen Mike as an annoying little brother when they were growing up, but he and Mike actually had a strong bond. His dad, Sy’s uncle, had abandoned Mike when he was a baby and Sy’s dad did everything in his power to do right by him and his mother. Mike used to spend whole summers with Sy. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he let something happen to him.

“I thought you said last night that you didn’t do weed,” Sy said, thinking aloud. They’d been the only two not sharing the joints as they were passed around.

“I don’t. I make them for the guys. I’m the mom of the group in case you hadn’t noticed.”

When he remained silent for too long, Jessie bumped her shoulder into Sy’s, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure he’s okay,” she promised.

Thankfully, it was still mid-morning so there was time for the worst of the buzz to pass before the day really got started. The morning sets were sometimes as short as twenty minutes maxing out at thirty. The more popular bands wouldn’t be on until the afternoon so Sy and Jessie took Mike back to his tent when he started showing signs that the brownies were beginning to kick in.

All three of them could do with a bit more sleep so Jessie suggested they take a powernap. Mike was more on board with that idea than she’d expected, collapsing onto his sleeping bag and taking Jessie down with him. Sy moved to pull him off her but she simply shook her head, finding his sudden cuddliness adorable.

When she woke again an hour later, Sy had pulled his sleeping bag next to Mike’s and she had apparently draped herself over his chest while Mike spooned her from behind.

“You ready for a full day of shows?” Sy’s voice was a little rough from sleep as he rolled towards her and slipped a hand down her side. He took a hold of Jessie’s thigh and pulled it over his hip to press his crotch against hers.

Jessie gasped, feeling his thick erection pressing against her covered folds. Behind her, Mike was also sporting wood, leaving her in a thought-tantalizing sandwich.

“Yes, but if you keep doing that then we are going to wake Mike. And if we wake Mike then I don’t think we are getting out of here for anything.”

Maybe she was the one who was high for blatantly implying that the boys could share her but Sy didn’t so much as flinch at suggestion. In fact, she was pretty sure that she had felt his dick twitch under his loose basketball shorts.

“Was lookin’ forward to the pits this afternoon but I can’t leave him alone if he’s high as a fuckin’ kite.”

“I can take babysitting duty. It’s just like watching a puppy: you feed him, you give him water, you make sure he doesn’t pee on anything, and you don’t let strangers give him treats.”

“I’ll let you give me a treat right now,” a groggy voice mumbled from behind her. Mike punctuated his offer with a little thrust against her ass.

Sy and Jessie laughed, extricating themselves from the cuddle pile. Mike stayed put, pouting as they got ready to leave for the day. Jessie pulled a change of clothes from the bag she’d brought over from her tent, expecting to spend yet another night with Sy. And maybe Mike now too. No, down girl.

When Mike made no move to look away, she pulled her shirt over her head, and slipped on a low-cut tank top. “You boys feel like helping me with this.”

Didn’t she just say ‘down girl’?

Though he didn’t actually use words, Mike’s excited reaching for the bottle let her know he was very much interested by that idea. Mike immediately went for her chest while Sy got started on her arms, massaging his way from her hand to her shoulder. Such a functional task had no right to be as arousing as it was but Jessie had brought this on herself. She could have clarified that all she needed was for someone to get her back.

Once she was covered with a generous amount of sunscreen, she returned the favour. Even if both boys grumbled that it wasn’t needed, they indulged her, letting her do their faces, necks and arms.

The three of them stuck together for the first two hours. Mike’s buzz had progressively gotten stronger and Sy made sure Jessie was still comfortable watching over him before leaving them alone.

“I’ll come meet you after Lamb of God. Where will you be?”

Jessie pulled the postcard with the schedule from her bag.

“Mike who do you want to see?”

She knew where she wanted to go but it would be easier to get a stoned Mike to cooperate if he wasn’t constantly trying to go off in a different direction to see another band. She was the one who made the brownies, it was only fair that she be the one to sacrifice a few shows to make sure he didn’t pass out in a bush somewhere.

Mike wavered a little and had to lean an arm on her shoulder as he looked at the lineup. It took him a few seconds but he eventually listed off the shows he wanted to see.

“While She Sleeps, We Came as Romans, Architects and Amity Affliction.”

Jessie smiled, looking up at the shaggy haired boy now sporting very bloodshot eyes. “I like how you think, Mikey.”

Jessie leaned up at the tip of her toes, wrapping her hands around Sy’s neck to keep herself steady as she kissed him on the cheek. He took it further, holding her close with both hands greedily cupping her ass. He’d been wanting to do that since she slipped on those ridiculously tiny jean shorts.

“Why don’t we meet you by the merch stand that’s near the North exit and we can go eat before the later shows?”

“I’ll be there, Sweetheart.”

With a parting kiss that damn near made her knees buckle, Sy was off, marching towards the main stage.

“So what do I have to do to get you to rub up on me like that?” Mike asked, throwing an arm around Jessie’s shoulders as they watched Sy disappear.

She leaned into him as they turned towards one of the other stages. “I don’t know, maybe you should try using a southern accent.”

He did, adopting the most ridiculously exaggerated accent she had ever heard which sent the both of them into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. That was how most of the afternoon went. Mike would flirt, Jessie would dodge the comments with a sassy response and they would both end up laughing.

Neither Jessie nor Mikey was a very good dancer and metal was not exactly the best kind of music to dance to but that didn’t stop either of them. Despite Mikey clearly being on a level all of its own, they were both having a blast. Other than occasionally forcing him to drink some water and slapping his hands away when he slipped them under her shirt, pushing the boundaries of PDA to the fullest, Mike being high was not an issue at all. The man must have smoked his weight in weed on a weekly basis to have such a positive reaction to the edibles.

It was the last of the four shows now and soon they would go meet up with Sy. It was one of the shows Jessie had been most excited for, and she was not disappointed, but having been a self-proclaimed angsty teenager, many of the songs made her emotional and hearing them live proved to be a little too much.

Mike noticed the shift in her mood immediately and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“You okay there, Gorgeous?”

She leaned back into his chest, covering his arms with hers. “The songs are just hitting me right in the feels.”

“You’re safe with me, Sweetcheeks. Let yourself vibe.”

They swayed together, slower than the actual rhythm of the song but it felt right. A few stray tears poured down her cheeks when the band reached the bridge and Mikey held her tighter.

That was how Sy found them as the last song started to play. He’d figured it was worth a shot trying to find them in the crowd since their show hadn’t ended yet. Mike had his chin resting on Jessie’s head and she had her eyes closed as she sang along. Not wanting to disturb their little bubble, he kept his distance until the end of the set.

Jessie wasn’t his and he had no reason to be possessive but he was the kind of man that when he saw something he wanted, he went after it. If that meant he might have to share her with Mike then he didn’t mind. Much.

“You two look cozy,” he commented when they eventually made their way towards him.

“As it turns out, Mikey is a cuddly puppy when he’s high.”

“You didn’t mind, did you?” he asked, sounding more lucid than he had all day.

It had just occurred to him that maybe having his hands all over Jessie, a girl he’d only met that very morning and who had slept with his cousin less than twenty-four hours before, might have actually made her uncomfortable.

The soft smile that pulled at her lips when she shook her head reassured him that she hadn’t just put up with it because she was too shy to tell him off.

After a quick trip to the bathrooms and another detour to the onsite water bottle fill tent, they walked back to camp. Once again, Sy’s other army buddies were huddled around a grill. They were making canned pasta this time and it seemed that because they didn’t have to be constantly moving the sausages around and adding on new ones they had deemed it safe to start smoking before supper was served.

“Lemme have a hit of that,” Mikey said, holding his hand up for the nearest soldier to pass the joint.

“The fuck you are, Mike,” Sy barked. “Anyone who lets him touch that shit tonight is gonna regret it when we get back to base.”

“Come on, Nate, I had a nice buzz, I want to keep it going.”

“I ain’t fixin’ to call your mama to break the news that somethin’ happened ‘cause you were gettin’ too high. You’ve had enough for one day.”

“I hate to say it bro, but I’m with Sy on this one. There’s a reason I don’t mess with edibles anymore.”

It seemed Sy had informed them of that morning’s events.

While they continued debating for a few more seconds, Jessie naturally drifted to the camp stove, taking over cooking the food and serving each man a plate. Mike seemed to drop the subject as soon as he dug into his meal, eating at least four servings. It was impressive considering the fact that he ate nearly a full pizza only a few hours before.

When she finally finished cleaning the dishes and allowed herself to eat her own dinner, Sy pulled Jessie onto his lap.

“Mike and I owe you for two meals now,” he said in a low, throaty voice.

Jessie bit her lip, feeling heat rise in her cheeks as she glanced at the man who was staring straight at them. The comment had been meant only for her but the cocky look on his face made it clear that Mikey had heard it anyway and was fully onboard with the suggestion.

“I’m all in, if you are, Sweetcheeks.”

So this was really happening. All she had to do was say yes.

“Were you guys planning on going in the pits later?”

Both boys shook their heads, seeming confused by the change of subject. The sun was setting and with it the temperature was going to drop soon. She’d planned on changing into her one pair of leggings and stealing Sy’s hoodie for the evening but the dusty festival grounds combined with the sunscreen had left a coating of dirt on her skin.

“Maybe we should go check out those showers before heading back out.”

“Sy, I think she’s trying to tell you something, bro,” Mikey laughed.

Sy whipped an empty beer can at his cousin’s head which he avoided with a nimbleness that actually surprised Jessie.

Neither man put up much of a fuss, obviously realizing that whatever would happen later that evening would be better if they weren’t carrying two days worth of sweat and grime. The water in the temporary shower was glacially cold but that was necessary with the growing anticipation and plethora of racy thoughts.

Had the headliner been anyone else, Jessie might have immediately dragged the boys back to the tent but she couldn’t miss her favorite band. The wait didn’t seem to be an issue in the end since Jessie was so hyped after the show that she was all over Sy on the way out of the grounds.

“Sweetheart, if you’re gonna be climbing me like a tree, at least do it on my back so I can get us there faster.”

Sy huffed as she did exactly that, jumping straight on and wrapping her legs around his waist. Mikey smirked, taking advantage of the golden opportunity and pinching her ass which caused her to yelp.

“Mikey!”

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks. Couldn’t help myself.”

Jessie shook her head with a grin. “I’ll make you pay for it later.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Oh, it’s both, Mikey. It’s both.”

Safely back in the “privacy” of their tent, Mikey worked on zipping the sleeping bags together into a double while Sy clipped a net to the roof of the tent and set up an LED headlamp above them. It provided enough light to see what they were doing without causing harsh shadows that would be seen from outside

In addition to her bag, Jessie had brought over a few blankets and pillows. Unlike the boys, she’d planned for a few luxuries rather than only thinking of what was functional which was going to come in handy. The inside of the tent was cool but there was no doubt it would get steamy soon enough. With the blankets laid over the sleeping bags for extra cushioning between themselves and the hard ground below, the little lovenest was as ready as it would ever be.

Sy could tell the nerves were starting to get to Jessie by the way she smoothed out the corners of the blankets one too many times.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, catching her attention. He took her hands in his, gliding his thumbs over her knuckles. “You can change your mind, we’ll understand.”

She looked over to Mikey as if looking for confirmation that what Sy said was true. His head tipped to the side with his little sly smile.

“Whatever you want, Gorgeous. If you’re looking for a night to remember, I’m game but if you’re not into it then neither am I.”

That was the second time he said something like that tonight. Man, these guys were going to be the death of her.

“Do you want Mike, Baby?” Jessie nodded, keeping her eyes locked with the man in question.

“Do you want me?” Sy asked, a hint of insecurity in his tone. It was that same insecurity that he’d felt when Mike immediately flirted with her that morning.

Hooking up with Jessie on the first night they met had been a bit of an uncharacteristic move for the young soldier but he’d been immediately smitten with her. Mike typically had girls flocking to him because of his more extraverted personality, something he took full advantage of. Sy was more analytical, he liked to study a room from afar and take his time getting to know someone.

“Yes,” she whispered, looking back at him.

“Good.” As impatient as he was to get started, there was one more piece of business that needed to be discussed before he could go all in. “Is there anything we should know about this? Anything ya don’t want, any boundaries ya wanna set?”

“Condoms are mandatory and if one of you dares to touch my ass without lube someone is getting slapped.”

Mikey’s laugh startled her. He’d moved closer pressing himself against her back which quickly became clear was his favorite place to be. A hand slid over her stomach, sneaking under her shirt as he peppered her neck with open-mouthed kisses.

“I can live with those rules.”

Slowly, Mikey pushed Sy’s oversized sweatshirt up and over her head. He hadn’t realized until then that she was bare underneath.

“Ya look damn good in my clothes, Sweetheart, but you’re sexy as hell when ya ain’t got nothin’ at all.”

Jessie thanked him for the compliment by crashing her lips to his. His own shirt was the next item to be discarded, soon followed by Jessie’s leggings. Mikey was obviously eager to get her naked because he hadn’t so much as unfastened his jeans which were bound to be uncomfortable with the way the denim was straining. Whatever family genes these boys shared obviously involved good looks and drool-worthy cocks.

Looking to even the playing field, Jessie turned her attention to Mikey, ripping his shirt off before straddling his hips. He released an appreciative groan, taking in the sight of her before tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her in for a bruising kiss.

They’d both been craving it all day but she hadn’t dared take that step with him being high. Now however, their patience was being rewarded. The kiss was feverish, both of them battling for dominance as their tongues tangled.

She blindly reached for the button of his jeans, managing to get them open. Unfortunately, she had to break their kiss to work them down his legs.

A rustling sound behind her caught her attention, making her peek over her shoulder to find that Sy had taken pity on her and gotten his own pants off. You’d think that there was no room in a tent for Sy to be out of reach but somehow he was. That just wouldn’t do.

She extended a hand to him, beckoning him over. “I need both of you.”

As his cousin moved closer, Mike whispered in Jessie’s ear. Sy couldn’t hear but whatever he said put a devious little smirk on her face as she crawled towards Sy.

She placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his back. The next thing he knew, his boxers were off and she was kissing down his chest.

“Tell him what I told you, Sweetcheeks.”

“Mikey wants to see my lips wrapped around your cock. He says he’s been trying to picture what I looked like since last night.”

“That makes two of us.”

The tip of her tongue darted out, licking her lips. She was grateful that Mikey had given her direction because her mind was racing about a mile a minute with all the different things she wanted to do to them and have them do to her.

Without waiting any longer, she dipped her head, licking up the underside of his shaft. Her nails trailed up and down his thighs, teasing him a little longer before she wrapped a hand around his girth and took the sensitive crown in her mouth.

“Oh… fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling closed on an instinct.

Jessie moaned as she tasted the salty drops of precum already spilling from his slit and Sy forced his eyes down to the woman on her knees between his legs. He gathered her hair in a messy ponytail, giving both him and Mikey a better view.

“Knew you’d be fucking sexy like this.”

From the corner of her eye, Jessie spotted Mikey with a hand down his underwear, lazily stroking his cock from root to tip.

“She’s fucking good at it too.”

“Of course, look how eager she is.”

The filthy banter caused her to moan around Sy’s length adding to the sensation as she took him further into her mouth.

“Hey Mike, do me a favor and tell me how wet she is.”

He kicked his boxers all the way off and knelt behind Jessie. Being the cocky shit that he was, he took the liberty of putting a hand on the back of the woman’s head and gently pushed her lower on Sy’s dick. Surprising both of them, she relaxed her throat and took him down as far as she could handle.

Sy mumbled a string of curses, much to his cousin’s amusement. Mikey’s hand trailed down her spine, lingering on her ass before pulling her underwear aside and dipping two fingers through her waiting folds. He was not disappointed with his findings.

“She’s dripping. You get this wet just by sucking Sy’s dick, Sweetcheeks?”

Replacing her mouth with her hand, she looked over her shoulder at Mikey.

“Not just for Sy.”

“I think she’s waited long enough, Mike. This was supposed to be about her.”

“You’re right, how rude of us.”

Like they had some kind of mental connection, all four hands were on her at once, guiding her onto her back.

“That’s better, all spread out and ready for us.” Sy’s voice was dripping with arousal which had the same effect on her cunt.

While Mike worked his way up her legs, Sy’s rough hands cupped her breasts. He stretched out beside her, bringing his face level with her neck. The night before everything had felt rushed, not knowing what time Mike would be back. Now he had the opportunity to tease her until she begged and he was going to take it. It was his turn to leave his mark.

He pinched her nipple hard, causing her to yelp. Her body jerked and her thighs unintentionally closed around Mike who pinned them to the ground, nipping at the sensitive flesh in return.

“Mikey…” she whined, fisting a hand in his hair and trying to pull him higher.

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks, that’s Sy’s game not mine.”

“Mike, when a girl invites you to feast between her legs the only appropriate response is ‘thank you for the opportunity’.”

He shot a glare at his cousin but the pleading look on Jessie’s face forced him to reconsider his position. He dragged her ruined panties down her legs and dove in before he could change his mind again. Mike was rarely one for delayed gratification. He always made sure the ladies warming his bed were taken care of, but he usually did that while buried balls deep.

After tasting the evidence of her arousal, he had to admit, he could see the appeal. He liked the way Jessie’s hips bucked as he fucked her with his tongue. When he replaced it with his fingers and wrapped his lips round her clit, she let out a half cry that was muffled by Sy locking her in a slow, sensual kiss.

The hold Jessie had on Mike’s hair got tighter and he took it as his cue to continue what he was doing. His hand moved faster, his fingers curling upward.

“Oh my god, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

She writhed between the two men, coating Mike’s face with her release. There was no doubt in his mind that everyone in the surrounding tents heard her coming apart and it only made him more turned on.

After pulling a handful of condoms from his bag and tossing them within reach, the impatient boy tore a packet open with his teeth. He quickly rolled it on before shifting Jessie onto her side and slotting his body in behind her. Sy held her top leg with her knee up to her chest, giving the other man room to push into her waiting core.

With every thrust, Mikey pushed Jessie against the hard wall of Sy’s chest as they kissed. The heat coming off both men had her skin practically burning yet her entire body was racked with shivers. She couldn’t tell anymore if the hands roughly squeezing her flesh were Sy’s or Mikey’s, all she knew was that their touch sent her alight.

She wrapped a hand around Sy’s member which throbbed against her palm. He groaned into her mouth when she teased his tip with her thumb, spreading the precum that continued to drip. At her back, Mikey was panting in her ear as he chased his release.

“Nate, roll back.”

The man did as Mikey requested, pulling Jessie on her hands and knees above him. His cousin followed, digging his fingers into her luscious ass and slipping back in.

Mikey’s pace was unforgiving, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the night. Jessie’s breasts bounced enticingly in Sy’s face and he used the opportunity to pull a peaked nipple into his mouth.

“I’m fucking close.”

Jessie met Mikey thrust for thrust until his movements became too erratic to follow. He sank all the way to the hilt into her wet heat, his head falling to Jessie’s shoulder as his entire body shook.

While Mike kept still, coming down from the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, Sy reached for a condom. Mike eventually pulled out, collapsing completely boneless on the pile of blankets.

Once he was suited up and ready to go, Sy lifted Jessie off him and laid her over his cousin.

“Hold her legs spread for me. I wanna see everything.”

He could tell how much Jessie enjoyed having the both of them on her at once and he also knew Mike would need to feel her close while he came down. There was a reason he’d needed to touch her so much while he was high. That was just how he was.

It wouldn’t take much to have Sy finishing. He’d been closed while she’d been sucking his cock, he’d been close while she’d been jerking him off and he would be close as soon as he sank into her. He just had to make sure that she was right there with him.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, lowering his head and capturing her lips. He really couldn’t get enough of kissing her.

Jessie’s hands roamed up his arms and shoulders, feeling the way his muscles flexed as he held his weight then she reached down and guided him into her waiting cunt.

True to his word, Sy pulled back holding on to her hips to watch as he slowly fucked into her. Where Mikey had been frantic and impatient, Sy was the epitome of control.

“Hold your knees for me, Sweetcheeks.”

Jessie’s hands replaced Mikey’s keeping her thighs spread wide for Sy. Instead, Mikey pawed at her breasts with one hand and moved the other to her clit. He nipped and kissed her neck from behind, marking her shoulder with love bites. Tomorrow she would proudly wear the marks from Sy on her left side and Mikey on her right.

“I can feel ya stranglin’ my cock, Baby. You gonna come for me?”

“Close,” she spoke on an exhale.

Mikey and Sy doubled down, working in perfect sync.

“That’s it, Sweetcheeks. So fucking sexy taking him like this.”

Jessie didn’t know what to focus on, the lips on her neck, the hand on her tits, the hand between her legs or the cock rubbing against her G spot over and over. Maybe it was all of the above because the next thing she knew, her head was thrown back onto Mikey’s shoulder and she was crying out as she came.

Sy held her against him as her release triggered his own. Her tight walls fluttered around him, milking every last drop of hot cum.

Reluctantly, it was Sy who moved first. If he stayed much longer things were going to get messy and his knees were beginning to hurt. It wasn’t like her could just lay on top of Jessie and Mike. He pulled the condom off, using a packet of baby wipes to clean himself and Jessie then handing it over to Mike to do the same.

“Hey, Sweetheart, you still with us?”

Jessie’s eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as she opened her eyes and gave Sy a small nod. She hadn’t moved since star-fishing on the blankets.

“I think we fucked her, a bit too well,” Mikey chuckled, tossing the used condom and baby wipes into a plastic bag that had been apparently been designated as the garbage.

“Fuckin’ a girl too well is never a problem unless you were hoping she wouldn’t want to ever see you again,” she mumbled.

The guys locked eyes with each other as they got redressed in boxers and loose shorts. Mikey pulled an extra pair of boxers from his bag and Sy took one of his shirts. They worked together to get Jessie dressed so she wouldn’t freeze throughout the night. She wouldn’t need much more if they slept in a cuddle pile like they had that morning.

“Is that what you want?” Sy asked after the light was switched off and the three of them got settled under the blankets.

“Huh?”

“To not see either of us after this weekend. Is that what you want?”

Mikey unconsciously pulled Jessie tighter against his chest. His arms were wrapped protectively around her shoulders as she snuggled into his chest. Sy moved in closer, resting his forehead on her nape.

“No, that’s not what I want,” she whispered. “But how would that even work? You two clearly didn’t grow up in the same city or even the same state. And what? You two are just going to share me? One week I’m Mike’s and the other I’m Sy’s?”

“Technically, I’d get you all but one month of the year since Sy is only around when he’s on leave.”

Sy shoved Mike in the head for his snarky comment. He didn’t want to let this girl go and he definitely didn’t want Mike scaring her away. His cousin was not known for keeping girls around other than for casual hookups.

“Mike is from New York State and I grew up in Georgia but right now I’m based in North Carolina.”

“So none of us even live in the same state. Great.”

It was Mike who spoke up then, cupping her face and brushing his thumb on the apple of her cheek. “Don’t worry about that now, Sweetcheeks.” He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on her lips. “If you want us, we’ll make this work.”

Jessie studied his face as best she could in the dark, finding pure sincerity looking back at her. Behind her, Sy made an affirmative hum, kissing her shoulder.

“So this isn’t just anonymous debauchery?”

“Debauchery, yes. Anonymous, no.”

Good because she didn’t think she would be able to pick just one of the two, much less give both up altogether. These boys were hers.

Part 2

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