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“Thea Muldani destroys her ACL in an impossible move, sources close to the US Court speculate it’s a career ending injury…” The tv became static in Kevin’s ears. He was about to graduate, his Court contract was sitting on his father’s desk at the Foxhole Court, so why did he feel like a piece of reality had shattered? Besides, Jean’s ACL had recovered and he was one pro season away from becoming Court himself, surely Thea’s injury couldn’t be worse than what Riko had done to Jean. Except, Thea got injured, and he was finding out about it from newscaster speculations.
“Good riddance.” Neil spoke to his right, and he flinched, not expecting him to be at the dorm, let alone such a comment.
“What the fuck?!” Kevin saw Andrew right on time to stop himself from punching Neil.
“Thea’s still a Raven. She never turned on them, she just called the new generation fuckass wannabes, but at her core she’s still a Raven, probably even now.” Neil said coldly.
“It’s honestly surprising she lasted this long anyways, a Raven through and through, I bet she hasn’t even texted you.” Andrew agreed and Kevin almost missed the time when Andrew barely spoke more than a couple of words a month.
Kevin stormed out of their dorm with his phone in one hand, keys in the other and no destination in mind. He was in the middle of the green when he was startled by dial tones next to his ear.
“Not now Kevin.” Thea spoke on the other end.
“Is it true?” Kevin asked.
“Not. Now.” Thea chided.
“Will you play again?”
“What’s it to you?”
“I just made Court again.”
“Yeah, I know, big whoop.”
“We’re supposed to be Court together.”
“‘Supposed to’ he says, you know what, fuck you Queen, I fought tooth and nail to earn my rank, I’m not buying into your privileged fate bullshit. This is over.” Just like that the line went silent.
Kevin stared at his screen, the latest entry in his call log showed it lasted just over a minute and a half. Ninety-one seconds and his relationship was over. The next thing he knew he was sitting on the fox paw-print in the middle of the Foxhole Court and his father was approaching him.
“I just heard.”
“She dumped me.” Kevin knew his father meant about her injury before he blurted his personal life to him. The startled shock of his expression meant he had no clue how to respond, they were still figuring out their relationship even after two years, so he elaborated. “She dumped me and I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“You have a flight to L.A. tonight, right?” He stared vacantly at his father and Wymack interpreted that how he liked, “more than just brood over your relationship it’s the perfect time to get a change of air and try and figure yourself out.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You still haven’t declared a pro-team, you’re gonna have to adjust to being without thing one and thing two soon enough…” How could he forget, because of who he was, he was excluded from the draft picks and instead was forced to pick which team he wanted to play in with all the media consequences that entailed. Basically, his life was falling apart rather than falling into place and he only just noticed that. He was due in Los Angeles to meet with various west coast coaches to iron out potential offers. A part of him, one that Andrew would stab and Neil would shoot and sink to the ocean floor, wanted Lord Moriyama to order him into whatever team he deemed best, which of course would never happen as Lord Moriyama had already washed his hands off dealing with them so long as they paid their tithes. “I’m just saying, maybe things three and four might be better company right now.”
Kevin didn’t acknowledge that answer beyond responding with a nod. He headed to the cafeteria for an early lunch and only ventured back to the dorm he’d share with Andrew and Neil for only four more weeks when he knew they’d be on the rooftop, as they did pretty much every evening. He finished packing and asked Matt for a ride to the airport, the back-liner saw his grim expression and knew better than to ask about Thea. The silent drive was filled by the atrocity Matt called music and the occasional pings of both their phones, indicating an ongoing conversation in their group chat. Seven hours later Jeremy Knox’s radiant smile was waiting for him at arrivals, and he’d never admit it out loud but knowing its sincerity was directed at him and that it should be humanly impossible to look so good and happy to see someone this awfully early in the morning, made him feel better already.
“You’re in so much trouble when you get back Kev.” Jeremy beamed and hugged him a second too long. “Neil kept texting Jean while you were in the air, apparently Andrew has already planned where to stash your body.” Jeremy laughed and Kevin was too distracted by the fur ball jumping all over him to come up with a retort. “Jab stop that! I swear to god, he only gets that over-excited with Jean… and apparently you as well.”
“I can’t imagine Jean putting up with yours and Dermott’s dog all this time.” Kevin replied absentmindedly.
“He’s kind of all our dog, ever since I moved back in with the three of them.” Jeremy picked up Jab and smiled even brighter at Kevin’s confusion. “Ah right, the news hasn't broke yet, I’m transferring to the Angelinos next season.”
“You’re what?!” Kevin scoffed, “They are the worst team in the region! Are you trying to kill your career again?!”
“Cat said the same thing.”Jeremy laughed and nodded to the door, so they started moving.
“Glad to hear Alvarez continues to be a voice of reason you keep refusing to listen to.” Kevin couldn’t help scolding him, Jeremy should be playing with the best teams possible, as he deserved, if he was going to make Court.
“I’m gonna need you to unclench, it’s not career suicide to come to a struggling team and try and build them into a force to be reckoned with, I mean, look at you and the foxes!” Jeremy smiled warmly. “Besides, Cat got drafted there, Laila is playing for the Stars and Jean got drafted to the Piers. Saying no to the transfer request, when my entire family was gonna be together without me, just for the sake of staying on a stronger team was too hard.”
Kevin only hummed in response. A part of him understood, he was terrified of leaving Palmetto behind, of leaving the Foxes and his father behind. The sun started rising as they hit the free-way and exactly how early it was hit Kevin like a brick, just when he started feeling guilty about accepting Jeremy’s offer to house him for his stay and to pick him up from the airport he realized he’d also be staying with Jean and the girls. Jeremy seemed to notice his new awkwardness.
“The girls drove north to visit Cat’s family, so it’s just Jean, Jab and I at the house right now. Although the underclassmen might pop in through the week to get their fair share of gawking at the Queen of the Court. Congrats by the way!” Jeremy beamed and held up a high-five Kevin barely registered he was supposed to return.
“You should be Court.” Kevin couldn’t help but mutter, remembering a time when the blonde man next to him was ready to walk away from their shared dream to try and save the unsalvageable.
“Fine, I’ll tell you and ruin the big surprise.” Jeremy sighed. “They called me last week after they heard of my transfer, apparently I’ve been on the short-list for the past two seasons but with the LSAT fiasco in my fifth year they needed assurances about my commitment. It seems they want to capitalize on my transfer and sell it as ‘me dedicating my time to Court’…”
“We’re going to play together on the US Court?” Kevin couldn’t believe it.
“You betcha!” Jeremy glowed like the rising sun. “I still need to iron out some things on my contract that are non-negotiable and they keep trying to push but it’s happening!”
Kevin wanted to ask what could possibly be non-negotiable in a contract with the US Court, the moment you get the offer you accept it, until he remembered he had yet to read his own contract as it had been held hostage by his father for the past week. They exited the slowly crowding highway into a suburban neighborhood and Kevin’s thoughts veered into a completely different direction.
“How does Jean get to the court when you live so far from campus? Isn’t LA traffic supposed to be literal hell?”
“Not when you’re split-laning at any given opportunity.” Jeremy answered and barked a laugh at Kevin’s horrified expression.
“He doesn’t seriously still ride a motorcycle.” Kevin scoffed.
“Only way to beat LA traffic.”
The sun had fully risen by the time they parked on the driveway of a one-story house. It reminded Kevin of the house they had previously lived in, before it had been burnt down by Raven fanatics, but so did most of the houses in this neighborhood.
“The girls never stopped looking at listings when they moved to the apartment Uncle Sam set them up in, the three of them managed to make it a home but they really wanted Jab to have a garden to play in and there was no way to get Jean a peach tree in an apartment.” Jeremy kept blabbing about the differences between the houses and the apartment but much to his own dismay, Kevin had stopped paying attention, mesmerized by the young tree flowering in the backyard.
When they walked through the door, Jeremy unclipped Jab’s leash and the dog ran straight inside. Inside the house he was engulfed by the scent of fresh coffee, the front door opened directly to a living room that was connected to the kitchen through a half-wall that doubled as a breakfast bar.
“Jabberwocky, à terre!” Jean exclaimed from the kitchen, as Kevin and Jeremy approached, Kevin saw the dog had obeyed and thus earned himself a treat.
“Why does the dog understand French?” Kevin blurted out and Jean scowled at Jeremy, so Kevin looked to him as well.
“Eh… back when we got him he was very attached to Jean, so Jean took up his training. Yup that’s why.” Kevin was not convinced but preferred not to comment either. “Here, let me show you to the guest room.”
They entered the hallway, it opened to the kitchen on one side and had three doors lining the length and a fourth at the very end. Jeremy pointed out that the first door was a bathroom and the guest room was the next one over. When Jeremy opened it, he explained that it doubled as a study for Cat and Jean, but it seemed that neither of them had used it as such as the desk was covered in knickknacks and trinkets, some of which Kevin recognized were the small gifts he’d sent Jean the last two years. They weren’t neatly organized like Betsy’s shelf, but they weren’t tossed carelessly either.
“That half of the closet is empty if you need to hang your dress-clothes and Cat emptied the top drawer of the dresser.” Jeremy pointed, “Jean should be done making breakfast in a bit if you’re hungry unless you wanna catch up on sleep before your meeting with the Stars.”
“If I fall asleep right now there’s no way I’m making that meeting.” Kevin said and Jeremy laughed thinking it was a joke.
“Okay, then, I’m gonna go help Jean finish up while you get settled.” Jeremy said before he left.
Now that he was alone, Kevin had time to do the math. If this was the guest room, that meant Alvarez and Dermott likely shared the master bedroom and, Jeremy and Jean shared the other bedroom. The familiarity, the jokes, the french-speaking-dog, the shared bedroom… They were together. That revelation had him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the not-quite-messy desk.
Neil and Andrew. Catalina and Laila. Jeremy and Jean.
”My Perfect Court has no place for fucking queers.” Riko’s voice ringed in his ears.
It was so unfair. He’d made sure not to look. He’d protected Jean from that horrible death. He’d even looked the other way entirely, to Thea, to the perfect woman for him. He was supposed to be Court with her, to marry her, to have a family with her, kids that would grow to keep his mother’s legacy alive like he had. He was supposed to be straight and happy about it. He thought he had been happy with Thea, with the way she challenged him, the way she didn’t take his bullshit, the way she pretended to listen to him yapping about history in a way that made him feel like she actually cared about it even if he knew she didn’t.
He had done everything exactly like he was supposed to, yet here he sat, alone, with no clue what team he wanted to play in and oh-so-jealous of the new generation of the US Court because they had each other even though society and the sporting world would end their careers if it was found out. Well, maybe with the exception of Alvarez and Dermott, women in sports, especially the aggressive sort, were more often than not expected to be lesbians.
He hadn’t realized he couldn’t breathe until the noise in his ears took the form of barking and he felt Jab’s tongue slobbering his fingers. A few seconds later, Jean was walking in and pulling him to sit on the floor with his head between his knees. All he could see were Jab’s sad eyes staring right back at him.
“Respire, putain!” Jean ordered, slapping his back so hard Kevin coughed, then gasped that first breath. After Kevin managed to steady his breathing, Jean asked, “what the fuck were you spiraling about this time?”
“N-nothing…” Kevin said, to which Jean rolled his eyes, but Kevin couldn’t admit it out loud, let alone to Jean.
“Right. Whatever, breakfast is ready.” Jean stated and left Kevin in Jabberwocky’s care. The dog sniffed his fingertips and Kevin started petting him. The rest of the day he was in that same daze, by the end of it he couldn’t tell what Jeremy had said to him all day, what his impressions of the Hollywood Stars truly were or what they were offering him. Jeremy had picked him up from the training facilities and they were alone in the house when they arrived.
“Considering I’ve been telling you you should join me and Cat in the Angelinos for the past ten minutes and you actually started agreeing with me, call me crazy but I think you need a drink.” Jeremy joked and poured two shots of tequila and gave one to Kevin.
“I think I’ve done my share of charity work already.” Kevin finally found his spine again, not that the proximity to alcohol had any impact on that front. “What, no lime and salt?”
“Oh no, this is good tequila, you gotta sip it. I swear Cat put like a spell or something on this bottle, she always knows when someone is desecrating it by drinking it 'the gringo way'.” Jeremy laughed and sipped from his glass, barely wetting his lips, Kevin did the same and winced. Two years into alcohol consumption and his relationship to it was still very much one of inhaling as much as inhumanly possible and tasting none of it.
They slowly emptied their glasses as they talked, Kevin tried to dredge up as much as he could from his memory about the day’s meeting, and they discussed the benefits of staying on the east coast versus coming to the west. Jeremy refilled their glasses and they started talking about the past and how much things had changed since they had first met.
“The floozies used to call you my fanboy,” Jeremy teased, and Kevin would’ve been embarrassed had the moniker not come from a group of people who called themselves ‘the floozies’. “Jean told me you gave him the clippings from my first-year debacle as a warning.”
“He was supposed to learn something from that, but all he did was stare at your pictures though.” Kevin replied, a little too honestly.
“Yeah he said as much too,” Jeremy laughed, “but if you know that, it means you were paying attention to him.” Jeremy raised a brow and Kevin felt his ears burn.
Before he could reply, Jean unlocked the door and walked in with Jabberwocky in tow, returning from his evening run.
“You’re drinking?” He asked, Kevin could sense some tension there but the casual way Jeremy replied that they were only on their second shot, and the fact that Jean didn’t chastise him further meant it was not something serious. “I’m going to shower, make sure Jab has water in the girls’ room.
“Aye-aye Monsieur Moreau.” Jeremy replied and took Jab into his arms. “Enjoy your run Jab? Who’s my little sweaty stinky boy?” He cooed at the dog, hugging him tightly and ruffling his fur, Jab barked and wagged his tail happily. “Be right back, just gotta tuck this baby in.”
Kevin wasn't left to ponder on the meaning of what had just happened for long. He was, however, in an arguably worse situation than being left alone with his drifting thoughts. While Jeremy was probably still playing around with Jabberwocky, Jean walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, his long black curls dripping on the towel wrapped over his shoulders, his torso bare and wearing low-hanging sweatpants. Kevin was so taken aback by Jean's exposed skin he barely registered that it was adorned with tattoos. Jean padded to the back of the kitchen, where Kevin presumed there was a small laundry area, then walked back in pulling on a clean shirt.
"I told you you were paying attention to him." Jeremy mused next to him and his breath and low voice tickled his ear and he jumped clapping a hand over it. Jeremy laughed a little too loudly, giving away the alcohol's influence on his inhibitions already and Jean looked between the two of them.
"How drunk are you, really?" The brunette asked.
"Not enough to deal with this." Kevin grunted.
"Just enough to be relaxed." Jeremy grinned and pumped his eyebrows. Jean hummed, grabbed a different bottle from the cabinet, poured himself a shot and downed it in one go. He didn't even react.
"Since when do you drink?" Kevin asked, swallowing the rest of his tequila all at once much to Jeremy's dismay.
"Jeremy's graduation party." Jean replied, grabbed the bottle of tequila and empty glasses, and lead them to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Jeremy followed and sat right next to him, resting his head on Jean's shoulder. Kevin sat on the chair across from them but regretted it almost instantly. He was about to excuse himself for bed when Jean refilled all three glasses and distributed them. "How is she?" he asked.
"I don't know." Kevin found himself admitting. "I tried to ask her and she dumped me." He gulped half his drink, finally starting to feel the edges of the world begin to blur as the woodsy flavor burn his throat. Jeremy made a sympathetic noise and Jean barked a laugh to which Kevin glared.
"You probably asked her if she could still play." Jean mocked him, they knew each other too damn well. "You were always hopeless with women, I'll never understand why you bothered to try."
"That's not nice Jean." Jeremy chastised him and pinched his cheek. "Sorry to hear that Kev, you guys were together for like four years, right? That's gotta be rough." He added, sitting up and putting some distance between himself and Jean, who noticed and was clearly not amused by it.
"Yeah…" Was all he could think of saying.
"It's not like you actually loved her." Jean scoffed and emptied another shot, putting the glass away afterward.
"Jean!" Jeremy hissed.
"What? It's the truth. All those years in the Nest, he only ever looked at her after Riko decided they should be done with the whole 'never having done it before' situation." Kevin finished his drink and averted his gaze, Jeremy grimaced, at the mention of the Nest he thought.
~*~
Kevin remembered all too well what that night had been like. He remembered how Riko had lied to that Raven girl, telling her that Kevin had a crush on her but was 'a shy virgin who didn't know how to fuck', and that they should show him first. He didn't tell her that he had never done it either, of course, even in this aspect Riko had to show how much better he was than Kevin. Riko had been on his laptop since dinner time, when Kevin got back to the room he caught a glimpse of his screen and his eyes threatened to pop ouf their sockets. Riko had been watching porn, his expression as astoundingly bored and disinterested as it was during their history lectures. Riko then made Kevin watch it too, telling him not to do anything, by the time the girl arrived Kevin was painfully hard and he wasn't completely sure why.
What he remembered next was how his body burned with bizarre desire while watching Riko use that Raven girl how he pleased, how she acted as if she liked having the King of the court manhandle her like a blow-up doll. When Riko was done with her, she climbed off his bed and went to Kevin's, she teased him for getting hard to them and Riko paid her lip service saying it was because of how hot she was. She ate that up and asked him how he wanted his first time to be, Kevin panicked and looked over her shoulder to Riko, she noticed and turned to him as well.
"He has no idea what he's doing, I don't think he even knows how to touch his own dick." Riko mocked, all too aware that he'd just ordered Kevin to just lie there and take whatever was coming his way. "You know how he is, obsessed with exy and nothing else. You want her to take the lead, don't you Kevin?"
Kevin nodded, and she took that how she liked. He remembered her laughing at Riko's mocking directions on what she should to him next, he remembered that no matter how many times she made him finish he got hard again seconds later. She pointed it out and Riko said Kevin had probably taken something.
"He's a little pathetic isn't he? Too afraid he wouldn't be able to hold out like the loser virgin he is." Riko had said and Kevin came yet again, she laughed about it, teasing him about discovering his degradation kink, all he could do was pant and try as hard as he could not to push her off him. He was so sensitive it hurt, but he knew that this pain was nothing compared to what Riko would do to him if he didn't play into his role right. He'd lost count how many times he'd orgasmed before Riko got bored and pulled his handcuffs from their hiding place. "Do me a favor," Riko told her as he tied Kevin up, to which she barely reacted, "he probably won't be able to fall asleep until whatever he took leaves his system anyway, but if you keep him up all night and teach him a lesson about the dangers of taking drugs, not only will I change you to the second shift rotation tomorrow so you can rest, I'll tell the master you deserve a second shot at starting line-up."
"Deal." She had replied instantly with a hungry grin, so that's what she was after, it was an empty promise, Kevin knew. Riko would never hold up his end of that bargain, not when the risk of her not proving his assessment of her right would mean a beating that would bench him from training for three days for such poor judgment the Master would only ascribe to teenage idiocy.
"If you can make it hurt, even better, really teach him not to try and be more than he is by taking the easy way out. Just don't break him, he has training with first shift." Riko said and, putting on noise-cancelling headphones, he went to bed.
He barely remembered what came next, only flashes of his body burning up, of sharp nails and being told to stick out his tongue, of not being able to breathe at one point. He didn't remember much else, figuring it was a side-effect of whatever drug cocktail Riko had fed him and the concussion the Master had given him for falling asleep during the morning meeting. Jean had tended to him then, making sure he didn't make the concussion worse by overcompensating or falling short during practice.
"Hope it was worth it." Jean had said then, and Kevin knew he had no right to say it hadn't been. Not when Jean had had it so much worse. The Raven rumor mill did its thing and suddenly Riko and Kevin were studs any girl would be lucky to have, that girl never looked Kevin's way again but he didn't care, she had served her purpose. A couple of months later Thea Muldani was visiting for the winter break alumni golden week. She heard the rumors, cornered him, asked him if he wanted her and Kevin was truly speechless. Thea had just become the first woman to make the US Court, she was strong and beautiful and as dedicated to Exy as he was. If there was ever a woman he could consider for a partner, it would be her. He nodded and she kissed him. It was completely different from the other woman's angry kisses, but Thea was just as demanding, he barely even knew how to react. She noticed, pulled away and told him that he should get more experience while he was in Edgar Allan. Ever since then Thea was part of his picture of the future.
~*~
"The only thing Kevin ever paid attention to back then, besides Thea's texts, Exy and his history books were the Trojans." Jean added, pulling Jeremy close to him once more. The blonde takes the opportunity to try and lighten the mood.
"Right, we were just talking about that!" He beamed, "The floozies were convinced we were gonna spontaneously combust the first time we met outside a court." He laughed and Jean smirked.
"If he'd been here that first time we went to the beach I'm sure he would have upon seeing you." Jean said almost low enough Kevin wasn't sure if he was supposed to have heard it, but the way Jean's hands were inching Jeremy's shirt up while he stared directly at Kevin told him he was.
"Like you're one to talk." Jeremy let out a breathy laugh, clearly struggling not to react to Jean's touch.
"Oh, no, my attraction to you has been a painfully documented affair, even when you refused to acknowledge it." Jean nuzzled Jeremy's hair and the blonde sighed in defeat, allowing the younger man free access to his neck. "It's your mutual long-distance crushing that has been embarrassing to watch all these years."
"Stop teasing Jean, Kev doesn't swing our way." Jeremy all but whimpered before locking eyes with Kevin, as if daring him to deny it.
"Tu devrais voir comment tu le regardes maintenant, Kevin…" Jean said and Jeremy squirmed in his hold, "comme si tu voulais le dévorer tout entier."
"Tais-toi!" Kevin chided and Jeremy shivered.
"Fuck, I forgot you also spoke French." Jeremy groaned, "definitely not helping my super embarrassing, long distance. unrequited crush when you're here being all hot and speaking French." Jean's hands were now completely lost under Jeremy's shirt, his nose buried in the crook of the blonde's neck. Kevin wondered what did Jeremy smell like that had Jean so transfixed with his neck, he caught his thoughts wandering about another couple formed by a blonde and an ex-Raven with an apparent neck fetish and the reaction his body had to the image his mind conjured told him he needed to go.
"I'm… gonna go to bed." he mumbled.
"Nooo Kev don't gooo…" Jeremy drawled. "I promise we'll stop talking about how hot we think you are."
"We?" Jean and Kevin said in unison, Kevin looked to Jean so startled the younger man fumed, "I swear to god if you tell me you truly never noticed you will sleep on the street." Of course he did, he'd never allowed himself to admit it though, for Jean's own safety, until Riko broke his hand and he'd betrayed his only real friend in the worst possible way. Now Riko was gone, Jean was finally safe and thriving, and Kevin was single so why was he so scared to say it out loud?
"I…" he tried, "yeah… but aren't you like… together now?"
"Yeah, so?" Jean replied, nipping Jeremy's lobe and making them both shiver.
"What do you mean, 'so'?" Kevin choked.
"We already discussed it," Jeremy breathed, "both of us want you… the question is, do you want us?" Kevin stopped breathing.
"He'll never admit it, he's always been a prude." Jean pulled Jeremy's shirt further up and Kevin looked away. "See? Prude."
“Sorry for wanting to be considerate of your relationship.” Kevin replied, still looking away.
“When have you ever been considerate of my feelings.” Jean snaped back with little heat in his words, that made Kevin turn to him again. Jean was only looking at him with desire, he had healed, and after everything he'd been through, Kevin couldn't imagine Jean would still want him. “D'ailleurs, ça ne me dérange pas de le partager, si c'est avec toi.” He added in French to which Jeremy moaned. “Il aimerait ça autant que quand je lui dis des mots coquins en français, même s'il ne comprend pas un seul mot de ce que je dis.” As if on cue Jeremy moaned again, and Kevin was almost convinced it had nothing to do with Jean's hand now sneaking over the bulge in Jeremy's jeans. Kevin swallowed, eyes transfixed.
“My eyes are up here Kev,” Jeremy smiled so sweetly at him Kevin blushed. "Aw… I knew you had a crush on us too." Was he actually considering crossing this line? He thought of Neil and Andrew again, how they changed when they thought nobody was watching. Could he have this, if only for a moment? "It's okay, you don't have to say it out loud. If you want it, just c'mere."
That and Jean’s nod was enough invitation, there was no turning back now. He got up and met the other two on the floor in front of the sofa, Jeremy sat resting his back on Jean’s chest and when he was less than a foot away from them, Jeremy leaned away from his boyfriend and captured Kevin’s lips with his own. Instantly, Kevin knew he fucked up, nothing he'd ever experienced before had felt like this.
It may have been the alcohol, if anyone ever asked that's what he would say, but when Jean pulled Jeremy’s shirt over his head, interrupting their kiss, Kevin didn’t waste a second before leaning back in and trailing kisses from Jeremy’s lips to his jaw to his neck…
He didn’t even notice Jean taking his rightful place on the other side of Jeremy’s neck, sucking and biting gentle bruises on his tanned skin all while Jeremy shivered and moaned both their names. Eventually he seemed to tire from their collective neck fetish because he pulled them both off by their hair. A desperate look on his face shifting into something hungrier as he noticed all their faces being so close together, he turned to kiss Jean first and Kevin just stared. The kiss is desire incarnate and he is bewildered to see such unguarded expressions and actions coming from Jean.
Then, Jeremy broke the kiss and moved to kiss Kevin with equally as much enthusiasm. Kevin could still taste Jean in his tongue, somehow, and when Jeremy broke this kiss Kevin couldn’t even process he was being pulled by the chin with how breathless it'd left him.
He only realized he was kissing Jean when Jeremy whimpered in his ear, naked torso pressed in between the ex-ravens’ clothed ones, shivering violently enough to startle Kevin from a kiss that was equal parts desire and unresolved anger.
Kevin’s lips felt a breath away from bleeding thanks to Jean’s rough treatment as he took in Jeremy’s appearance. Somewhere in that heated battle of the lips and teeth, Jean had trailed his hands down Jeremy’s body once more and sneaked them into his tenting jeans. Jeremy’s own hands were gripping Jean’s thighs like his life depended on it.
“J'ai oublié de mentionner qu'il est un petit salope voyeur, en plus d'être un exhibitionniste impénitent. N'est-ce pas, mon cœur?” Jean breathed in French, voice ragged, and the way Jeremy moaned almost had Kevin wondering if he really didn't understand the language. “You can say no at any point, Kevin. No harm, no foul.” He said in English and even through the haze of his desire, Jeremy’s eyes were intent at that declaration.
If Kevin didn’t want to go further it would all stop, he could get up and go to the guest room and the couple would probably go to their bedroom to finish each other off more modestly… or not, but at least it wouldn’t be right in front of him. He hesitated all of one second before nodding without a word. Jean waited another one to make sure he was indeed staying then leaned closer to Jeremy biting his earlobe as he took Jeremy’s dick out of his pants, and Jeremy choked an aborted whimper. When Kevin saw the tight grip Jean had around its base, he realized the desperation in that whimper meant Jean had stopped Jeremy’s orgasm. Kevin’s world crashed around him as he understood, Jeremy Knox had almost creamed his pants just from seeing him make out with Jean.
He didn’t know if embarrassment could feel like all his blood rushing to his own dick but that didn’t matter then. He tried leaning back in, a hand scant inches from Jeremy’s body when the blond shoved a socked foot on his clothed chest and said, or rather, mewled, “Off.”
Kevin would’ve thought he meant off of him, except Jeremy’s toes gripped his shirt and tugged on it. He took the hint and unceremoniously peeled his shirt off. The way Jeremy looked at him like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself was enough to melt any leftover embarrassment and swell his ego. The absolute, unadulterated hunger in Jean’s eyes, however, was enough to pull a whimper from the brunette striker. Before he became a Trojan, Jean had never been allowed, even by himself, to want anything or anyone. To have him looking at Kevin like he was the only thing he wanted was unthinkable.
Jean was the first to break their stare down by turning back to his boyfriend and kissing him while softly stroking his length a few times, earning shivers and moans from the blond. Kevin stared open-mouthed at the tenderness with which Jean handled him.
Jeremy seemed to notice the extra attention because his foot now poked at Kevin’s obviously tented jeans, pulling a hiss from him before he caught Jeremy’s ankle and pulled at his pants instead. Jeremy offered no resistance and let Kevin pull them off, followed by his boxers, and tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him without ever taking his eyes off Jeremy.
Kevin felt the air leave his lungs at the sight in front of him. With his sun bleached hair, perfectly toned muscles under soft sun-kissed skin—which Kevin's obsessive mind made a note it lacked tan lines, meaning Jeremy often sunbathed in the nude, thus cementing the fact that he at the very least didn't mind being seen—, Jeremy Knox looked like the embodiment of what Kevin's depiction of what a sun god. would be. Whether he was playing the role of Icarus after this night, remained to be seen, but taking in every freckle on Jeremy's skin and every whimper coming from his lips had him thanking his lucky stars at the chance to fly anywhere near this particular sun.
“Like what you see? Queen?” Jean teased him over Jeremy’s shoulder, his free hand tweaking Jeremy’s pert nipple.
“Don’t pick fights when I’m literally buck naked in the middle, Jean.” Jeremy pouted.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, mon cœur.” Jean smiled at him, utterly smitten, before letting go of Jeremy’s body entirely and causing him to whimper at the loss of touch. Kevin didn’t miss the way Jeremy’s hands still remained twisted in Jean’s sweatpants. “I'm just trying to get him to make a fucking move already.”
Kevin glared at him, then wrapped his hands around Jeremy’s newly bare ankles and pulled him towards himself with enough force Jeremy yelped then hissed at the slight friction burn from the carpeted floor. Now that he had Jeremy away from Jean, and all to himself, he pulled his leg up and trailed sloppy kisses from his ankle to his knee. Then, he started sucking and biting on the tender flesh of his inner thighs and, just when he was about to reach the crevice of his hip, he switched to Jeremy’s other leg causing him to groan in short-lived frustration as he repeated the process all over again.
This time, however, Kevin's attention had been pulled from the god he was vehemently worshiping. He was instead enthralled by the second deity revealing himself just three feet from them. He was distracted enough that he only breathed a ghost of a kiss against Jeremy’s hip, causing the blonde to crane back his neck and look at whatever his boyfriend was doing. He moaned openly and his hips twitched hard enough that they crashed against Kevin’s lips, it hurt but he didn't mind, too focused on the sight above them.
Back in the Nest, privacy was a privilege neither of them had ever earned, so they’d grown accustomed to each other’s naked bodies after years of communal showers, and whatever humiliations Riko could conjure up. Jean had been beaten out of lusting after him and Kevin had never thought the opposite possible in the first place, not until that moment.
Years of abuse had left permanent marks on the back-liner's body. However, since the last time Kevin had seen it bare, pale as a sheet of paper from never being allowed outside the Nest unless absolutely necessary, bruised from the Master’s punishments and stitched up from Riko’s bored knives… let alone the bloody pulp of a human he’d been after lord Kengo’s death… Jean’s body had recovered.
No, that wasn’t quite right. What Kevin was admiring wasn’t the same healing he saw in Neil’s scattered photos on the private social media profile he shared only with the original foxes, photos of him and Andrew casually showing their marred skin, having survived running, and abuse, and themselves. Both had stopped hiding their scars in the same way Matt had never hidden his track marks, they had won those battles and let go of their pain with enough time.
If Neil's body could be compared to an ancient architectonic wonder, weathered by the passage of time but just as magnificent, Jean’s body had evolved into a Renaissance masterpiece.
Kevin was startled by the heat running through his veins as he gaped at the inked torso in front of him, colorful swirls of ink adorned perfectly chiseled muscles. He noticed the more intricate designs were placed over the places that had suffered the most, including right over his heart where Riko had once taken an entire day to carve his name over and over, and again the moment he stopped bleeding from the previous cuts. Those were the first consequences he faced when Kevin left, he’d make sure his heart was never in the wrong place again, Riko had said. Kevin only knew about it from their first phone call turned yelling match in which Jean had accused him of being as cruel as Riko for tricking him into helping him escape, and even worse, for leaving him behind. Kevin knew there was more to it, but he'd never dared to ask. Now, though, there was a design of a golden sun of some sort, Kevin figured it was to cover up all the damaged skin underneath, which radiated in stunning swirls over his left pectoral.
“I told him to get something else there,” Jeremy spoke underneath Kevin, startling him all over again as the blond took matters into his own hands and unbuttoned Kevin’s jeans. “I told him I didn’t want to be associated with any sort of ownership over him.”
“I still have no idea what you are talking about.” Jean chuckled.
Kevin didn't know what shocked and aroused him the most, the fact that not only did Jean also associate Jeremy with the sun, that Jeremy was aware of it, the light glinting on Jean's nipple piercings, the ease with which Jean smiled at Jeremy, or Jeremy's lips wrapping around his own dick. He had been so engrossed in his internal freak out about finding out that he was, indeed, very much attracted to Jean's body that he hadn't even noticed when Jeremy had tug his legs free and sat up enough to start pulling Kevin's pants down enough to swallow him whole.
Kevin gasped and tangled his fingers in blond locks, green eyes trained on light brown ones staring up at him through dark eyelashes. There was a glint of playfulness in them he only understood when his entire body burned from the sensation of Jeremy’s humming around him. He cursed under his breath gripping the base of his dick, there was no way he’d be the first to finish, not when it seemed the other two men seemed to be planning for him to do exactly that.
Jeremy pulled away from him and his failed attempt at an innocent smile confirmed his suspicion, there was a game afoot, the point of which seemed to be to tease Kevin until he lost all composure. Jeremy's exhibitionist streak made another appearance as he sat on his heels, legs spread as wide as he could and started stroking himself. He moaned openly, making a show of altering the speed of his hand whenever he’d get close enough to the edge. Kevin was so enthralled, once again, by how stunning Jeremy was that he barely noticed Jean had left the room and returned until he heard the distinct sound of a bottle of lube being opened. Jeremy also noticed because he removed his hands from his own body like his own skin burned him and whimpered.
“Mon cœur, do you want a ring?” Jean spoke and Jeremy simply nodded with a bright smile, good-boy act on point. Jean crouched next to him, and, while kissing him deeply, rolled a silicone ring down Jeremy's length. The blond gasped and Jean turned to Kevin. “How about you Kev, think you will need one?” Jean cocked a grin at him from where he stood above them, Kevin only glared in response at a second silicone ring being dangled in front of his face in a clear challenge: Jean wouldn't be wearing one.
“Babe, if you keep teasing Kev he won’t wanna play with us again.” Jeremy pouted.
“Yeah, babe, play nice.” Kevin teased Jean, who rolled his eyes as he retrieved the lube and condoms from where he had stashed them. They were actually doing this… on the living room floor no less, they barely just started and Jeremy was already saying he wanted to do it again eventually. His derailing thoughts gave the couple time to shift closer to him, Jeremy captured his lips once more and pushed him backwards so he was straddling the other striker. Kevin growled, feeling Jean’s hand pulling his pants off the rest of the way, leaving Jean to be the only one who was still wearing any clothing.
Jeremy mewled against Kevin’s lips, then broke the kiss with a gasp. Kevin looked over Jeremy’s shoulder and couldn’t hold all of a moan, Jean was sinking his fingers into Jeremy, his brows furrowed as he focused on the task at hand. Kevin shivered, looking from Jean biting his lips in concentration to Jeremy’s elated expression and refused to be ignored. He propped himself on his right elbow and reached his left hand between their bodies, wrapping it around Jeremy’s length.
“Oh god, Kev, if you do that I’m gonna ngh!” Jeremy writhed and both Jean and Kevin immediately let go. "Nononono." Jeremy babbled, bound cock pulsating and leaking clear stickiness, hips twitching.
“Guess I win.” Kevin smirked.
“Not everything is a competition Kevin. Besides, technically he didn't cum.” Jean hummed, pulling Jeremy's writhing frame to his chest. “Jeremy is gonna need a minute to get back into it, ruined orgasms make him too sensitive. He'll cum the moment we touch him if we do it right now.” As if to prove his words, Jeremy trembled again, his cock twitched and renewed it's dribbling.
"Oh..." Kevin fidgeted unsure what he was supposed to do now and keenly aware of his own neglected dick. Jean was standing, still in his jeans, Kevin's eyes darted to the very visible bulge and he swallowed dry. They didn't have as much of a height difference, especially now that Jean wasn't always shrinking under Riko's shadow, but with Jean standing tall over him, Kevin once again felt like he was kneeling at the feet of a majestic monument.
"I'm game if you are." Jean said after laying his boyfriend on the couch.
"Just us?" Kevin glanced at Jeremy, this all started with him, after all.
"He likes watching, remember?" Jean said kneeling back in front of Kevin, taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, their eyes glued to each other.
"I'm game," Kevin breathed.
Jean didn't kiss him, like he thought he would, instead he dove into Kevin's neck, trailing scalding kisses and bite marks from his trapezius to the soft, sensitive flesh behind his ear. Kevin moaned, feeling Jean's hands roaming his back and, mimicking his movements, he started remembering the planes and ridges of Jean's body. Finally, he lost the last shreds of self-control and was pulling Jean by his hair, crushing their lips together. Jean's scorching hands disappeared, Kevin heard a zipper come undone, foil ripping, latex snapping. Kevin took the opportunity to roam his own hands over Jean's chest, lightly grazing his nipples and marveling at the shiver that coursed through Jean, trying his best not to stare at what Jean's hands were doing.
"Il était temps que quelqu'un te montre ce que c'est que de se faire bien baiser, et pas seulement se faire baiser." Jean joked in French.
"Humm hot..." Jeremy mumbled from the couch, his still hazy gaze trained on the ex-ravens, voicing Kevin's own thoughts.
"Elle t'a déjà baisé? Queen?" Jean continued in French and from the small sound coming from the couch Kevin knew he was trying to rile up his boyfriend again.
"Je… je lui ai demandé une fois. Elle n'a pas aimé ça.” He tried to shrug away the uncomfortable feeling suddenly blooming in his chest, thankful that Jeremy likely didn't know what they were actually saying. Jean’s expression darkened, shifting from desire to something unreadable, and he rested his forehead against Kevin’s.
"Mais tu l'as aimé?" Jean asked, caressing Kevin's cheek, Kevin could only shrug non-committaly. "Alors je vais te faire tellement plaisir que tu ne penseras plus jamais à elle." Jean said and Kevin couldn't hold back all of a whimper.
“Okay, I know enough French to know y’all are talking about a girl, there are none in this room so either stop that or come give me smooches.” Jeremy mumbled from the couch.
“Il devient tellement en manque quand il commence à redescendre de son trip. Ça rend encore plus amusant de le provoquer.” Jean said against Kevin’s tattooed cheek before biting it playfully, pulling a shiver from him, followed by another when Jean took both their cocks in one hand and started stroking them together. Kevin turned to Jeremy and saw the fog of his ruined orgasm slowly melt into renewed desire with every hitched breath from either of them. Jean spoke in the shell of his ear speeding up his hand. “Il était tellement excité quand tu as accepté de rester chez nous, tu vois, ça fait des lustres qu'il veut que toi et moi on s'embrasse et qu'on se réconcilie. Maintenant, regarde-le, tout excité et jaloux de ne pas être le centre de l'attention. Si seulement il savait depuis combien de temps je te désire, comme ça, sous moi. La seule différence entre ces fantasmes et la réalité, c'est que je te clouerais au matelas au lieu de nous branler.”
Kevin moaned so loud the subsequent blush was enough to stave off his orgasm, but that was enough to get Jeremy perked up from the couch.
“Baby, I wanna join.” He pouted from his perch.
“Devrions-nous le laisser nous rejoindre, Kevin?” He continued, but let go of their dicks, Kevin’s bounced and dribbled against his stomach. Kevin nodded desperately and tried reaching for his dick but Jean batted his hand away before turning to Jeremy and switching to English. “Mon cœur can you get yourself to the bed? I think Queen is gonna need some help.” Jeremy grinned and scrambled toward the bedroom, to which Jean chuckled. “So needy… what?”
“It's just… never mind.” He didn’t want to ruin the mood, Jean glared at him. “It's nothing! Let’s not make Jeremy wait.” He tried getting up and, when his legs wobbled from kneeling too long, Jean caught him and draped him over his shoulder. “What the fuck?! Jean put me down!”
“If you act like a brat you get treated like a brat.” Jean replied before playfully smacking his ass.
“Did you… did you just smack me?!” He grunted as he was dropped like a sack of flour on the bed next to a smiling Jeremy. “Jeremy, your boyfriend just slapped my ass.”
“It is a very slappable ass.” He shrugged noncommittally and pulled himself closer to his fellow stricker. “I can kiss it better, after we shower, if you catch my drift.” He added grazing the tip of his tongue over Kevin’s earlobe. “What were you guys talking about just now?”
“How much your boyfriend wants to plow me in your bed.” Kevin couldn’t help instigating, still a bit outraged by Jean’s treating him like an unruly brat.
“Fuck that’s so hot, he looks so good when he fucks.” Jeremy groaned, nuzzling Kevin's neck and Kevin decided he was better off not knowing. “Are you going to let him?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Kevin smirked, trying to hide his nervousness by turning to Jeremy and planting a kiss on his nose. Jean took that as his cue to remind them of his presence by climbing onto the bed, pants finally gone but he'd tucked himself back into his boxer briefs. Kevin turned to him and gaped at how his ink covered muscles rippled as he crawled toward them, Jeremy teased him by softly pushing his mouth closed before turning his face to kiss him again. Jean reached them and trailed his hands along Kevin’s legs, lightly spreading them so he could kneel between them.
“Mon cœur, give me a pillow.” Jean asked and gave Kevin’s thigh an encouraging squeezed as he tensed up. Jeremy refused to let go of Kevin’s lips, blindly felt for the pillows behind them and carelessly tossed it at his boyfriend, Jean caught it mid-air then coaxed Kevin to raise his hips, promptly placing the pillow under him and carressing Kevin's legs once more. “I'm going to pull them up, ok?.” Kevin had never heard Jean so soft spoken before, his surprise pulled him away from Jeremy and when Jean didn't move still, he nodded. Jean mimicked him and started doing as he said he would, in the meantime Jeremy wrapped himself around Kevin's frame, getting as physically close to him as he coul. Then he started carding fingers through his hair, caressing over smooth planes of untouched skin, all while Jean kissed the soft flesh of his thighs. Kevin sighed, not remembering the last time he'd felt such tenderness.
“If you don’t like it, just say so, okay? It won’t hurt our feelings.” Jeremy spoke softly into his hair at the distinctive click of the lube being opened. Kevin nodded and kept his eyes trained on Jean, who was now squeezing translucent liquid on his fingers before tossing the bottle aside and taking Kevin’s dick in his newly freed hand. He stroked him a few times before Jeremy started massaging and teasing his upper body more intently.
Kevin gasped when he felt the slick bluntness of Jean’s finger prodding at his entrance, and Jeremy took that opportunity to lean further over him and kiss him again before trailing more teasing touches over his nipples. Jean kept pushing in as he stroked Kevin’s dick softly, when he finally started relaxing Jean curled his finger inside him and he saw white behind his eyelids. Before he even started processing that new sensation, he felt the slight stretch of Jean working a second finger into him. It was like the two of them could read his mind because just when he was about to speak up Jean leaned in and took the head of his cock into his mouth, while Jeremy pinched his now-sensitive buds harder than he had thus far overwhelming his senses. He writhed under their ministrations and grabbed ineffectually at the bed, not knowing what to do with his hands, let alone with himself. Jeremy caught on somehow and took them into his own, bringing Kevin’s left hand to his lips and kissing over the long faded scars.
Jean didn’t hit his prostate again until he had worked his third finger in, and when he did Kevin choked on a moan to which Jean responded by doing it again, humming around Kevin's length.
“Wait, wait…” Kevin rushed out, “I’m too close.”
“I’m half tempted to make you come on my fingers.” Jean teased as he pulled away from Kevin's cock, but removed his digits regardless. Jeremy hummed from his place holding Kevin’s hands and kissed the top of his head as Jean coated his condom clad dick liberally with lube before lining himself against Kevin’s entrance. “Breathe.” He ordered and started inching in at a snails pace, for which Kevin was all too thankful. He tried doing as he was told, but it was so, so different from Jean’s fingers… even more so from when he and Thea had tried with the strap. “Stop that.” Was all Jean said when the memory crawled over his skin, Jeremy intervened.
“You need to relax Kev,” he kissed Kevin’s hand again, the brunette striker’s knuckles had gone white, “Jean doesn’t want to hurt you, darling.” Kevin managed a breath and forced himself to relax every muscle in his body. Jean finally bottomed out with a sigh, echoed by Kevin.
“So full…” Kevin slurred.
“You’re doing so good Kev,” Jeremy cooed at him, “you too babe, you are so, so good for me…” The blond leaned further over Kevin to meet his boyfriend for a chaste kiss, causing Kevin to whimper. “God, you're so sweet right now Kev."
“Kevin, can I move?” Jean breathed, and Kevin nodded but closed his eyes, whether from nervousness or from the wave of arousal that washed over him after looking at Jean, he would probably never know. Jean leaned forward to kiss him, thus burrowing himself impossibly deeper into Kevin, before he started pulling his hips out and pushing back in. Jean worked him in slow, shallow thrusts at first, kissing him through moans and shivers whenever he brushed over his prostate. Jeremy used one of Kevin's gasps to pull Jean’s face toward his own and kissed him deeply, inches above Kevin. Jean started picking up the pace of his thrusts their kiss turned into more of them breathing frantically into each other and even as he was being so thoroughly fucked, Kevin couldn’t help but stare in awe at them, wondering how Jean and Jeremy behaved when they were entirely lost in each other. The image his head conjured had him clenching around Jean’s dick, Jean groaned and his hips stuttered. “Fuck.”
“You don’t have to edge yourself babe, I don’t mind.” Jeremy spoke to his boyfriend.
“I refuse to let him make me come.” Jean responded, Jeremy rolled his eyes and Kevin was about to fight him but Jean landed a particularly strong thrust against his prostate, the world turned to static. “Ah, putain!”
“Holy fuck…” Jeremy purred at the same time.
Kevin was vaguely aware of their exclamations, his ears were ringing and his body tingled. When it started fizzing out he was more aware of how empty he suddenly felt, and finally he understood what the buzz was all about. A very small corner of his mind told him he should apologize to Nicky for saying it’d be better if Neil remained heterosexual.
That deranged thought was enough to startle him out of his blissed out haze, his body wasn’t quite ready to obey his mind though.
“Ah, look who’s finally back.” Jeremy said somewhere above him and it took everything in Kevin to turn toward the blond. “Hey darling, how are you feeling?” It was another endless minute before Kevin’s tongue cooperated.
“Great.” He managed a smile.
“Who knew all the great Kevin Day needed to truly smile was to come solely from being fucked in the ass.” Jean snarked and Jeremy hissed at him.
“If I could move right now, I’d punch you… be glad you… wait, what?” Kevin tripped over his words.
“Yeah, kinda surprised us too with that one Kev.” Jeremy smiled at him. “Takes me at least two rounds before I’m oversensitive enough to come only from Jean’s superb dicking down skills.” He teased his boyfriend and Kevin couldn’t hide all of the shock from his expression as he saw Jean ‘I am dead inside and nothing phases me anymore’ Moreau blushing. “You still good for more fun or do you wanna go to bed?”
“Are you kidding me? This is the most awake I’ve been in years!” He laughed openly, trying and failing to sit up. “I do need to like, stay down here for a bit longer though, my body doesn’t wanna move.” He hesitated then added, “I wouldn’t mind seeing those 'superb dicking down skills' with my own eyes, though.”
Jean scoffed but looked to Jeremy, a silent question about what he wanted to do. Kevin felt that he was missing part of the conversation, the pieces right in front of him but he couldn’t quite add them together. Jeremy responded by crawling to his boyfriend, straddling his lap and bruising their lips together.
He watched as Jean took Jeremy apart all over again next to him, he worked Jeremy's bound cock while also stretching him out once more. All the while, Jeremy writhed and moaned openly, arching into his boyfriend's body, giving Jean access to move freely from his plump lips to the strong column of his neck then back again. By the time he noticed they had cleaned him up from his previous orgasm, Kevin was hard once more he sat up and shamelessly started idly stroking himself watching a version of his fantasy come alive before him.
Eventually, Jean deemed his boyfriend ready, lined himself up and slammed Jeremy's hips against his own. Jeremy yelped and Jean kissed him once more, lifting Jeremy's hips once more and pulling them down with just as hard as the first time. Kevin couldn't help but marvel at the definition of Jean's arm muscles, vaguely remembering how it felt to be held within them, and craving it desperately. Jeremy's legs were spread over Jean's and he ineffectually tried to take control of the rhtyhm, Jean wouldn't let him, lifting his own hips to meet Jeremy's eliciting moan after moan from him. Kevin groaned as he had to physically stop himself from tipping over the edge at the sight of them. Jeremy noticed and pulled away from Jean only long enoguh to call Kevin to come closer to the both of them with a smile that promised pure decadence. Kevin did as he as he was bid and the moment he was within reach, Jeremy pulled him by the neck.
Three-way kisses were messy, slobbery things that Kevin refused to believe he would ever find enticing with people other than these two. Okay, maybe with another two as well, though he wasn't quite ready to admit that to himself, let alone out loud. Jean pulled away, content in letting his boyfriend do as he pleased and running a hand down the blond’s back as Jeremy had turned to Kevin while still sitting on his cock. Jeremy let himself be dragged by the momentum and all but fall on top of Kevin, the only thing keeping the three upright being Jean's strong grip on Jeremy's waist. Jean encouraged him to finish turning as he pulled out and Jeremy reacted by tangling his legs around Kevin’s waist and dragging the brunette to hover over him on the mattress. Jeremy’s ankles still crossed on his lower back had their cocks pressed deliciously together between their heated bodies.
“Do you want to fuck me, Queen?" Jeremy murmured again his lips, Kevin hesitated. "You can go for it, Jean loosened me up real good.” He bit Kevin’s jaw and the striker had to remember how to actually use his hands to simultaneously prevent his body from crushing Jeremy and guiding his painful erection into the heat of his crush-turned-sexcapade. "Ah, ah, bad boy, only Jean gets to fuck me raw… for now."
"Right…" Kevin's head was swimming, 'for now', and when he turned to look for the condoms he choked on whimper as Jean was already taking matters into his own hands, literally.
"Try not come too fast, Queen." Jean teased as he rolled a condom on Kevin's length. Kevin tried to retaliated but Jean cut him off with a kiss while simultaneously taking Kevin's cock and lining it up with Jeremy's entrance. Kevin's whole-body shiver broke the kiss and his attention span ceased to exist, all that was left in the world was sensation. "Let's see if the fox second wind also applies to 'dicking downs'"
Once he was actually inside, Kevin's whole body quaked and when se saw solely pleasure in Jeremy’s expression his self-control waned and he started thrusting relentlessly. He was vaguely aware of Jean mocking him for it, somewhere in the room that was equal parts too close and too far away. The competitive streak in Kevin remembered Jeremy said he needed at least two rounds to come untouched with Jean, and he wanted to break that streak, which the blond seemed to notice because not only did he clench hard around his dick, pulling a hiss from him, but also proceeded to flip them over.
“I thought I'd already warned you not to fight when I'm naked in the middle.” Jeremy teased him and Kevin’s dick throbbed deep when Jeremy sat on him, the mischievous smirk on his face was almost enough to tip him over the edge. Jeremy Knox, ex-captain of the one team known for perfect sportsmanship, played dirty in bed. He didn’t know if Jeremy saw that realization on his face, but the blond planted his hands on his chest strategically and started bouncing on him. Every time he raised himself he pinched Kevin’s nipples between his splayed fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him that renewed when the blond let himself fall on his striker-shaped seat.
"Technically… you warned Jean…" Kevin managed as he reached for Jeremy's hips so he could flip them over again. Jean stopped him by grabbing his wrists and pinning them down at his sides.
“Ah, ah, ah… no touchy.” Jeremy teased, increasing his tempo and pinching Kevin’s sensitive little nubs with the blunt edges of his fingernails. Kevin gasped and his hips convulsed upward meeting Jeremy just as he went down, he was sure if Jeremy’s legs and ass were scrawny instead of sculpted like a Greek god, his hipbone would be sporting a bruise in the morning from the strength of that thrust. “Ngh next time we play we might have to tie you down, brat.” Jeremy added in between pants, and the image, coupled with Jeremy’s renewed ministrations on his upper body, sent him over the edge.
Kevin struggled for breath as his balls emptied into the condom and hissed when Jeremy removed himself from his oversensitive, waning dick all too quickly. It was Jean, however, that removed the condom, tied it up and tossed it in a waste basket only he knew where it was. It took him a few moments to recover but this orgasm hadn’t left him incapacitated like the previous one, if Nicky wouldn’t be an endless nightmare to deal with he would actually apologize, of course that was never going to happen as he refused to subject himself to Nicky’s endless blabber on the matter.
"Told you he wouldn't last." Jean mocked him for finishing first again. By Kevin's count, and embarrassing realization, he had finished twice while the couple had yet to actually finish a single time.
"You're masochists or something." He blurted. "What's with all the edging?"
“Don't knock it 'til you try it." Jeremy winked. "Ready to see what a real 'Jean dicking down' looks like?” Jeremy’s voice broke him from his straying thoughts and he subconsciously made more room for them in the bed. Jeremy leaned over him and planted a sof kiss on his lips before flopping right next to him and coaxing his lover to come to him. Kevin watched as Jean bracketed his arms on either side of Jeremy's face and kissed him deeply. Jeremy embraced him and hooked his heels behind Jean's legs and lined up Jean's dick, moaning more than saying that he was ready. Jean didn't waste time to bury himself into his boyfriend, moving his hips in countless ways, each eliciting different yet equally alluring responses from the blond.
He watched them, transfixed by the thought that such level of mutual desire could exist. The Exy junkie in him got side-tracked by their stamina as neither seemed near finishing, by Jeremy's flexibility as Jean bent his limbs this way and that and most of all by Jean's strength, both physical and mental as he brought them close to the edge over and over but never pushing them through. He pulled them upright once more and Jean took the opportunity to leave marks all over Jeremy's neck, each new bite mark and bruise pulling hitched moans from the blond. Jeremy tugged on Jean’s hair to pull him away and started his own peregrination down the ivory column of Jean’s throat; however, his didn’t leave a pillaged trail behind. He gasped when bending far enough down to reach Jean’s nipples meant he was further impaling himself on Jean's dick, but he worshiped them anyhow, suckling on one adorned nub then the other and pulling delicious moans from the back-liner. Jean only tolerated it for a moment before he grabbed Jeremy by his hips and bodily moved him up and down his length with enough force that Kevin was half convinced there would be finger-shaped bruises where he gripped him, and Jeremy could only melt against his chest.
“Come on slut, I thought you wanted to put on a show for the Queen, huh? Don’t tell me you’re tired already.” Jean’s voice was something entirely foreign to Kevin, this is what he sounded like when desire won over any other emotion. Jeremy responded only with a whimper before turning himself around and hanging his hands around the back of Jean’s neck. The ex-raven spread his own thighs until Kevin could catch glimpses of his heavy balls under Jeremy and made it so that Jeremy’s legs spread so wide he could barely leverage enough strength to impale himself over and over on Jean’s angry looking dick. The first few attempts were awkward as he adjust his grip but eventually he built enough momentum that he could lift himself all the way until Jean’s head stretch his rim to then plunge back down, his own still-bound-cock bouncing and drooling uselessly with every movement.
Kevin didn’t know he had another orgasm in him until Jeremy opened his eyes, saw the raging erection he himself hadn’t yet noticed, and moaned like the sight of Kevin’s hard dick alone was enough to teeter him over the edge. It did wonders to Kevin’s ego that the leaking pre-cum from Jeremy’s abandoned dick seemed to speed up its flow. Jeremy kept bouncing for another eternity, increasing and decreasing the speed of his movements when he noticed either Jean or himself got too close, all the while Jean kept showering him with jeers and dirty talk to which were met with wanton moans and whimpers that had Kevin shivering. It seemed, Jeremy had edging down to an art form after all, and with every ruined orgasm they grew all the more desperate.
When Jean’s hand reappeared in Kevin’s view, snaking its way down Jeremy’s torso and wrapping tightly around the base of Jeremy’s dick, he found himself mimicking its movements. Jeremy took his cue and dismounted but they were separated only long enough for him to turn around again and for Jean to get them horizontal yet again. Jean knelt in between Jeremy’s legs and proceeded to lift them and make a show of kissing his feet, ankles and calves one by one in clear mockery of Kevin’s thwarted attempt earlier in the night. The only difference being that Jean then kept Jeremy’s legs over his shoulders and leaned over his boyfriend, effectively folding him in half. Kevin was once again distracted from what was happening as he admired Jeremy’s flexibility, Jean kissed Jeremy sweetly only once as he bracketed his legs on the mattress and bottomed out, one powerful thrust after another. Both of them completely lost in the heat of the moment to keep up the dirty talk.
"Jean… I'm… almost at my limit…" Jeremy whimpered and Jean softened his movements, letting go of his legs before pulling out altogether. "Do you still wanna…" Jeremy's frame kept quaking with aftershocks of ruined pleasure. Jean nodded and pulled out.
Masochists. Kevin grunted.
They remained still for a long moment, reining in their desire for what seemed like the hundredth time that night and Kevin simply lied there dumbfounded by the entirety of it. After another eternity, Jean sat back on his heels, and Jeremy sat up to meet him, looking far more sober than he had for hours. Jeremy then removed his cock ring with a shiver and replaced it with a condom, he approached his boyfriend and caressed his every inch of skin he could reach as Jean leaned forward to meet his lips. Kevin watched, and watched, and breathlessly took in just how different this was from every moment that had preceded it in this night. They separated again, having yet another wordless conversation Kevin would die to understand, and that's when his fantasy truly came alive.
The gentleness of the kiss he now witnessed didn't show mutual, bottomless desire, but something much more raw. It was something Kevin had never even known existed. They melted into each other as if they were truly attempting to become one, Jeremy softly guiding them to lie back down, except this time, he was the one kneeling between the legs of the other. Kevin didn't dare to move a single muscle, lest he disturbed the mirage unfolding before him. He looked from Jeremy to Jean then back to Jeremy, they, however, only had eyes for each other. He was trapped in some sort of mythological tale, as if he was the mortal tribute to the gods of the sky above who had been bestowed the gift of basking in the gloriousness of their union.
Jeremy's expression was shining with blatant happiness and unbidden love, every bit of him screaming sunshine… and Jean reflected it perfectly. Kevin had sort of noticed it before, how they were each other’s perfect, complementary, opposites: where Jeremy’s skin was tan and pristine, Jean’s was hardened and, albeit healthier now, still very much pale; where Jeremy’s hair shone from years in the sun, Jean’s embodied darkness itself.
Jeremy worked lubed fingers into Jean with practiced ease, opening him up in between quiet moans and soft gasps, all the while worshiping the rest of his body with his own. Kevin observed how where Jeremy expressed his pleasure openly, for anyone to witness, Jean reveled quietly, for the two of them alone. They were two sides of the same coin, meeting in the middle where Jeremy’s light and love was reflected in Jean’s trust and adoration. Kevin's hand found its way back to his own erection, and he once again matched his movements to their pace.
When Jeremy finally entered Jean, slowly, assurances and compliments spilling from his lips, hands caressing tender, pierced flesh, Kevin couldn’t look away. He wasn’t observing a clash of the titans like he’d expected or fantasized. No, he was witnessing light and dark, life and death, the sun and the moon expressing pure unadulterated love for each other.
Jeremy didn't move with relentless speed and strength, he made sure that every thrust was directed solely to cause Jean as much pleasure as he could. Kevin watched as all of Jean's walls unraveled under Jeremy's touch and whispered sweet-nothings. When Jean climaxed, Jeremy followed suite almost immediately with a small grunt as he kept moving, extending their ecstasy for as long as possible.
It was that image, Jeremy and Jean being so impossibly human, sweaty and imperfect, yet sharing a love bordering on the biblical, that pushed him over the edge. When the buzz from his release started to fade and he saw them still lost in each other's embrace, the wave of loneliness that washed over him was foreign yet eternally familiar. He was a fool to think he'd have a place with anyone, let alone with them.
"Kev," Jeremy called, Kevin turned to watch him tie off his condom and toss it, "come here darling." Jeremy beckoned him then proceeded to wipe off the spend on Jean's stomach. Kevin did as he was told and once he was within arm's reach, Jean pulled him onto himself, Kevin's head fell on his shoulder as he watched Jeremy find his place on Jean's other side. They lied there quietly for a few moments, Jean's fingers drew ghosts of figures on both their skin and Jeremy did the same over Jean's chest, Kevin didn't know what to do with his hands so he just took in this last moment before he had to face reality once more. At some point Jean grunted something unintelligible and Jeremy chuckled before answering.
“I’m good, baby, really.” Jeremy looked up and smiled at his boyfriend, Jean didn’t seem convinced and Jeremy rolled his eyes. Whatever he saw on Kevin's expression had him taking pity on their third wheel and explaining. “I have a bit of a degradation kink, we’re still working on Jean getting comfortable with it given… our histories and stuff.” Kevin nodded and looked away, feeling very glaringly out of place, again. Jeremy took stock of the souring mood of the room and rallied on, “Come on, I desperately need a shower and two strong men to hold me up through it. Besides, I’m not ready to cut the fun short tonight.” He added with a wink.
Under the spray of the water Kevin discovered all new ways of intimacy. From Jean’s methodical washing and assessing eyes, making sure none of the damage he inflicted was in fact real damage, to teaching Kevin how to clean out the mess he made inside Jeremy, to how to prep himself, to Jeremy sinking to his knees behind him and eating him out with only Jean supporting his weight as his legs became jelly. He also learned about the intricacies of the absolute trust between them, how Jean was the only one allowed to fuck Jeremy raw and equally it only happened when Jean was up for it, how they never violated each other’s boundaries and always forgave the other for unknown ones. They reminded him of the glimpses he'd caught from Neil and Andrew's relationship. Kevin got out of the shower feeling absolutely alone, now keenly aware that he might never find this, all the more terrified for what his future might hold and desperately trying to go back to the warmth he'd felt moments before in their bed.
Twenty minutes later when he was under the fresh sheets in Jeremy's and Jean's bed, he decided he wouldn’t mind becoming Icarus so long as he could stay tucked between the sun and the moon if only for another moment.