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"Hall Pass", Taliesin/Travis, Marisha/Laura, NC-17, 3/?
Date: 2017-09-12 02:28 pm (UTC)“I’m not so sure about this,” says Travis. “I don’t know whether I’m allowed to do stuff to other people, or just have it done to me.”
“I read that fucking note, Travis.” Taliesin arches his back, trying to encourage Travis to close his hand tighter around Taliesin’s cock. “You can do whatever as long as it’s safe sex.”
“Pretty sure you blowing me without a condom wasn’t all that safe.”
“The only unsafe thing about that is the blue balls it gave me,” Taliesin says, and Travis knows he’s telling the truth. Apart from anything else he can’t imagine Taliesin bringing anything home to Matt and Marisha from one of his kink nights or fetish balls. “Come on. Please?”
Travis adjusts his position a little. His currently spent but still heavy cock is pressed against the small of Taliesin’s back, one arm tucked under Taliesin’s neck, the other draped over his hip, fingers around Taliesin’s cock. He’s surprised how comfortable he is, not only with lying on a pretty damn thin mat on desert hardpan, but with having his hand wrapped around his friend’s dick. He tries a few slow jerks, getting a feel for how tight he can squeeze, and Taliesin goes, “Gah, fuck, yes,” and bites his arm.
“You really were hanging out for this, weren’t you?” Taliesin rubs against him and, wonder of wonders, Travis’s dick twitches with renewed interest. He’d thought he was too old for that, especially with dope in his system, but he’s not going to complain.
“You know it.”
Travis finds the right degree of squeeze—a little tighter than he uses on himself—and starts figuring out how fast Taliesin likes it.
“How long?”
Taliesin doesn’t answer right away. His breath has quickened, and he presses his wrists together and into the palm of Travis’s left hand where it lies near his head. Travis doesn’t get it at first but then he closes his fingers around Taliesin’s wrists—and he can get a pretty good grip on them, given the size of his hand—and Taliesin lets out a gratified sigh.
Travis squeezes harder, really pinning Taliesin’s wrists together, and Taliesin’s hips buck, driving his cock into the circle of Travis’s hand.
“How long?” Travis persists, hooking his right leg over both of Taliesin’s, caging him in. “Tell me, or I’m gonna stop.”
“Would you?”
Travis lets go of Taliesin’s cock and wrists and draws his leg back. The sound Taliesin makes is like a little boy being deprived of his favorite toy. “I think I’m gonna go get a beer.”
“As soon as I fucking met you, you asshole. I’m not usually that guy, but you... I wondered from day one if your dick was proportionate.”
“Do you approve?” Travis rubs said body part, which is back at maybe quarter mast, against the curve of Taliesin’s ass.
“Fuck yes,” Taliesin says, and Travis’s body surrounds his again, this time pinning his wrists to the tarp underlay of the tent and holding them there.
Taliesin looks back over his shoulder when Travis doesn’t do anything else right away, and Travis’s mouth lands on his, tongue pushing between his lips like it belongs there. It doesn’t do wonders for Taliesin’s neck, but then Travis’s hand is back on his cock and he no longer gives any shits about his neck.
They kiss messily, wetly, and when Travis’s cock presses along the crack of Taliesin’s ass Taliesin wriggles against it in a most inviting way.
Travis’s mind kind of spins out over that—does Taliesin want that? Does he want that?— but then he remembers it’s only night one and they have time.
Although if they explore all the possibilities, all the permutations, the five of them might not see much beyond these four walls.
“Travis,” Taliesin gasps, “for fuck’s sake, stay with me.”
“Oh, I’m with you. I got you.” And Travis turns his full attention to his friend’s writhing body, doing his best to pin him in place with his legs and free hand, before beginning to jerk Taliesin slow and almost softly.
Even in the near-dark of the tent he can see Taliesin’s eyes go wide.
“You asshole... Travis, come on....”
“I already came,” Travis reminds him.
Taliesin wets his lips. “Fuck you.”
“If you’re gonna be rude I really am going out for that beer.”
“Travis, no, please...”
Laura, outside, has her fingers pressed tightly to her mouth, other hand gripping her beer bottle. She’s heard everything from “stay with me”, and she’s desperate to know how Taliesin got Travis off, and she would also cheerfully murder a coven of kobolds to know exactly what Travis is doing to get Taliesin to plead this much.
Travis gets bored of him being a mouthy shit.
He pulls away from Tal, and as Tal starts whining, these soft lil moans, he flips Taliesin over like he weighs nothing
(Taliesin nearly comes on the spot. he’s not a light man, he knows that, and jesus... being manhandled like he’s a child...)
then settles himself instead so he’s straddling Taliesin’s thighs, curls a hand around Taliesin’s dick again and puts the other over his throat - not properly pressing down, just pinning, just enough to make his breathing rasp a little bit, his pupils blow even wider and darker than they were before
And that’s when Taliesin starts properly begging, because Travis’ hand isn’t even moving, and Tal is so hard he could cry, and gods, gods yes, this is what he wanted, this is what he needs, being manhandled and pinned down and put in his place, punished, gotten off, Travis looming over him with that big, soft cock and that muscled chest and those arms, staring down at him and grinning like he’s maybe about to fuck Taliesin, maybe about to beat his ass, and honestly, Taliesin doesn’t really care which right now, just Travis, fuck, please- please, Tra- Travis-
Matt can hear the rasping catch in Taliesin’s voice and can guess at its cause. Laura can’t, but really, she’s not hearing much beyond the begging, Travis’s name so raw in Taliesin’s mouth. She sticks a knuckle into her mouth and bites down, and then feels Marisha’s arms slip around her waist.
“They sound like they’re having fun.”
(“Like this okay?” Travis asks genially.
“Travis, fuck—”)
“Uh-huh,” Laura says intelligently.
One of Marisha’s hands creeps down to lie flat on the smooth skin just below Laura’s navel, not doing anything yet but just resting there. Her other hand creeps up to rest just under Laura’s right breast, also not doing anything else just yet. Laura closes her eyes, her mouth falling open a little. Matt prudently takes her beer away, his eyes meeting Marisha’s over Laura’s shoulder. He gives her a nod, and Marisha presses her lips to the side of Laura’s pale neck.
Travis feels like he’s gone from zero to a hundred. An hour ago he was eating a vegan taco and it actually tasted sort of okay. Now he’s got one of his best friends pinned underneath him, eyes dark, cock hot in Travis’s hand, and this whole Burning Man thing really does open people up to new experiences.
“Harder,” Taliesin says, and Travis thinks for a second he means the hand on his cock, but then Taliesin’s fingers briefly graze over the back of the hand on his throat, and Travis gets it.
He puts a little more weight on Taliesin’s throat, feeling his pulse jumping and racing like a manic butterfly, and meets Taliesin’s eyes, waiting for a nod, which he gets. Then he starts in on Taliesin’s cock again.
“Too sloooow,” Taliesin whines.
“Sorry, man, I gotta start over now I’m up here.”
Someone passes behind the tent with a bright flashlight and for a moment Laura sees the silhouette of what is very clearly her husband pinning their friend to the floor, and from the position of his arms they’re not reenacting a WWE fight. She doesn’t remember any of those featuring the distinctive motion of someone getting their dick very slowly jerked.
She’s not so focused on the there and gone shadow that she doesn’t notice Marisha’s hand coming up to cup her breast, though.
“Why should they have all the fun?” Marisha whispers.
“They absolutely fucking shouldn’t,” says Laura.
Travis hears his wife’s voice and goes still for a second, looking toward the tent flap.
“Travis Willingham I swear to all the gods if you stop now I’ll kill you.”
Taliesin’s hand closes around Travis’s on his cock, and Travis looks down at him, eyes suddenly cold.
“Let go.”
Taliesin lets go.
“Good. Put your hands by your fuckin’ sides and don’t move them.” He digs his thumb into the side of Taliesin’s throat for one dizzyingly long moment until Taliesin complies. “Good. You’re not the one calling the shots here.”
Taliesin can lift his head just enough to see Travis’s cock stirring again.
If Travis turns out to be into topping, he may have to go home with him and Laura instead of Matt and Marisha.
“Oh fuck,” Laura murmurs.
“Is he like that with you?”
“I’m like that with him.” Laura casts a mournful look toward the tent flap. “I’d really like to see this.”
Marisha gives Laura’s nipple a little pinch. “We have more nights,” she says. “I’d really like you to stay right here.”
“Here is good,” Laura says, and then, “God, Marisha!” when Marisha gives her breast a more serious squeeze.
“You don’t need to see,” Marisha whispers against the delicate curve of Laura’s ear. “Not when you can hear.” The hand on Laura’s belly slides down and cups Laura’s mound through her shorts. “You’re very, very hot...”
“Mar... Jesus...”
Travis recognizes the tone of voice Laura uses when she says Marisha’s name, recognizes it very well, and lets out a low groan at the thought of what exactly might have elicited that reaction.
He’s been distracted enough tonight, though. He can keep imagining, or he can start stroking Taliesin again, slow and steady, working to find the right tightness of grip, and watch the reality of Taliesin’s face going soft with pleasure even though he’s probably going to have an imprint of that weird little collar on his neck in the morning.
He finally gets happy with how tight he’s got his fingers. Taliesin’s palms are obediently flat on the tarp at his sides. Somewhere along the way they rolled off of the thin camp mat and Travis can feel dirt and pebbles through the tarp under his knees. He gives exactly zero fucks. Having Taliesin pinned under him like this, making desperate needy noises as Travis ups the pace just a little, is worth any amount of tiny pains.
Taliesin’s so vocal. He could be putting on a show, but Travis doesn’t think so. He thinks Taliesin probably pleads like this when it’s just him and his girlfriend at home, or him and Matt and Marisha when they’re... well, he’s long theorized, along with their other friends, that this is a regular Burning Man thing for them, but for all he knows Matt and Marisha get him alternate weekends and for Halloween.
“Please, Travis,” Taliesin chokes.
“Please what?”
“Faster. More.”
“Oh my God,” Laura whispers.
“Were you not expecting him to take you up on the offer?” Matt asks in a low voice. “I know Taliesin can be very persuasive when it comes to convincing straight guys that they aren’t.”
“I thought he might.” Laura lowers her gaze to the ground. “I didn’t think it would be this fucking hot, okay?”
“Ssssh,” Marisha says, slipping her hand inside Laura’s cutoffs. “Don’t think. Just listen.”
Matt turns in his seat so that he can watch them, Laura leaning back into Marisha, cheeks going pink when she realizes Matt’s paying more than offhand attention.
“Go on,” Matt says gently. “She’ll take good care of you.”
Despite the cooling night air, Laura is almost impossibly hot under Marisha’s fingers, and she moves her hips in uneven little jerks. Marisha can hear Taliesin beginning to beg for real, and it’s interesting imagining what Travis might be doing to him, but she’s far more concerned with the reality of the woman pressed against her. She noses Laura’s hair aside to nuzzle and kiss her neck, and Laura turns her head to catch Marisha’s mouth with hers.
“Fair play,” she gasps, fumbling to get her hand between them, and Marisha guides her down onto the blanket laid out at Matt’s feet. They’re only separated for a second but Laura already misses the knowing dance of Marisha’s fingers on her clit, so much so that she practically shoves Marisha’s hand back into her shorts.
“Bossy,” Marisha says, but she cups Laura’s cheek with her other hand. Matt’s watching them like they’re a particularly fascinating battle map.
It’s a lot easier for Laura to get her hand into Marisha’s own shorts this way and within seconds they’re striving together, exchanging gasping kisses.
Marisha’s moans are low; Laura’s are higher, and carry to the two inside the tent.
“She’s getting off on hearing us,” Taliesin says, voice strained. “She’s—”
“Then fucking beg for it, bitch,” Travis says in a slow, measured tone. He’s not even close to smiling. He’s staring down at Taliesin like maybe he’s going to eat him. “Go on.”
“Fuck, Travis!”
Travis jerks him harder, faster, and this time it doesn’t seem like he’s going to hold back.
“I can’t hear you,” he says in a low rumble.
“Travis, please!” Taliesin struggles to thrust into Travis’s hand and Travis shakes his head, bears down on Taliesin’s neck until he’s struggling, instead, to breathe. “Pl—Trav—”
“Oh holy fuck, Laura,” Marisha moans.
Travis does smile now, a great big bright grin. “Sounds like everyone’s happy you brought us.”
“Yes,” Taliesin manages, and then, “Fuck, yes, Travis, Tr—”
Travis feels Taliesin’s cock jerk and pulse in his hand, and rakes his gaze from Taliesin’s rather pretty O-face down to where he’s making a sticky mess of Travis’s hand and his own stomach. He hadn’t really thought about that bit. It’s kind of hot, though, seeing that physical evidence of how he’s brought Taliesin all the way undone.
Outside, Laura stiffens against Marisha as she hears Taliesin’s last loud cry, and Marisha forsakes finesse for just rubbing Laura fast and hard.
Even her mouth on Laura’s can’t stifle the scream Laura lets out.
"Hall Pass", Taliesin/Travis, Marisha/Laura, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2017-09-12 02:29 pm (UTC)Another moment passes.
Travis, now wearing only his boxers, comes out of the tent and stretches. He looks down at the two women entangled on the blanket. Taliesin comes out behind him, buck naked except for a blanket thrown carelessly around his shoulders, a few tears streaking his cheeks.
He goes straight to Matt, who puts his arms around Taliesin’s thighs and presses his face to Taliesin’s belly. For a second it just looks like a hug, but then Travis sees the flick of Matt’s pink tongue and the look on Taliesin’s face as Matt licks him clean.
Travis puts his sticky hand in front of Matt’s mouth and feels Matt suck one finger in, as Laura comes to her senses and says, “You too,” against Marisha’s lips. Travis can see the movement of Laura’s hand in Marisha’s shorts, feels Matt suck harder and then move on to the next finger.
Marisha’s voice breaks on Laura’s name.
The five of them make a fascinating tableau in the moonlight: Laura and Marisha entwined on the blanket, Matt in his chair, arms wrapped around Taliesin, and Travis looming over them all.
Taliesin breaks the silence, fingers combing through Matt’s hair as Matt finishes licking Travis’s fingers clean.
“Welcome to the desert,” he says.
Re: "Hall Pass", Taliesin/Travis, Marisha/Laura, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2017-09-13 01:53 pm (UTC)This story was the perfect mix of sexy and sweet- thank you!!!
Re: "Hall Pass", Taliesin/Travis, Marisha/Laura, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2017-12-06 11:04 pm (UTC)Re: "Hall Pass", Taliesin/Travis, Marisha/Laura, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2022-03-07 10:35 pm (UTC)Also this line “ alternate weekends and for Halloween.”
Really had me laugh, lol.
Kudos!