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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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This took forever to get to, and I kinda took your prompt very loosely, so I'm sorry - but I hope you enjoy it anyway? :D

On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9814877

Liam's a man of a lot of feelings, and all his friends have their ways of trying to cheer him up when he's down. Taliesin brings him strange gifts - a tooth from his collection or a handwritten note in beautiful calligraphy. Marisha sends him links to lovely fanart. Matt listens for as long as it takes and responds with heartfelt advice. Sam makes him laugh til he can't not smile. And in this case, with thousands of people angry at him and the internet ready to claw him apart before Raishan can get the chance, Laura and Travis invite him over for a wine night.

The industry's kinda shut down for the holidays, so Liam's able to get away for a night to the Bailingham household. It smells delicious right away when he gets inside - they've made pasta and garlic bread, simple but comforting - and Liam's greeted with a hug and cheek-kiss from Laura, a big bear-hug from Travis and a hefty glass of red wine pressed into his hand.

"Thank God for the three of you," Liam drawls as he cradles his glass close. He takes a long sip, letting the warmth of wine flood through him, as he follows Laura and Travis to the dining room where, time was, they used to spend hours creating a world that once belonged only to the nine of them. Now, sometimes, it seems to belong more to the tens of thousands of strangers that watch them than it does to them, which is a lot of why he's here tonight.

They don't talk about the show, though, not during dinner. They all know what's going on - that Liam did what he thought was the right thing, that everyone collectively decided he fucked up, that he's been bombarded by disappointed fans. It hurts, the disappointment, far more than it should. But they don't talk about it, because there's nothing they can say that'll make things better.

Instead they debate stupid hypotheticals, they talk in silly voices, they make more fart jokes than three adults in their 30s (or, well, 40s, which is a whole other trip they are not discussing) should still be making. They drink a lot of wine and stuff themselves with food, and when it's all done they pile themselves onto the couch, Laura and Travis both curling toward Liam as if to protect him from a world that's always shown him its harsher sides.

"I love you guys," Liam murmurs, laying his head on Laura's shoulder and wrapping as much of an arm as he can around Travis' waist. His limbs are nice and loose from wine, his mind fuzzy where it's usually painfully sharp. Laura presses a kiss to his temple. Travis moves closer, a strong arm curled behind Liam's back. "Could we...?"

He doesn't have to say much to make this happen, never has since the first time. That first time he broached the subject was complicated and awkward even though all three of them knew the score, knew their group of friends had started coming together in more ways than one. But now it's comfortable, and that's exactly what he comes to them for. They all need each other in different ways, and Liam needs the way they can close him in, make him feel safe.

"Of course, whatever you want," Laura says in her sweet voice, and Travis' hand brushes against Liam's stomach. Liam's tempted to start things right here on the couch, but the thought of their bed - big and soft and full of potential - gets him to his feet. His friends understand him immediately and move toward the bedroom.

Laura starts stripping on the way, never one to belabor anything, let alone getting naked. Travis keeps his hands on Liam as they walk; together they follow in admiration as Laura leads them, more bronze skin being revealed by the moment.

By the time they reach the bedroom, Laura's down to a pair of striped blue panties, which Liam moves forward to remove. Laura steps out of them and back onto the bed, tugging Liam along with her as she sprawls out. She pulls his T-shirt over his head before he settles down to lie beside her.

Laura's kisses are sweet and playful, bright brushes of lips and tongue. She loops one arm around his neck and moves the other hand across Liam's chest; he curls hands around her waist.

Travis moves in on Liam's other side and, with some reluctance from Laura to let go, turns him so they can share their own kiss, Travis' huge hands cupping Liam's face. Liam unbuttons his shirt, runs fingers across the imposing plane of his chest. Behind Liam, Laura's nuzzling into his neck and reaching around to undo his fly.

Liam's all too willing to wriggle out of his jeans and boxers, to accept the loving touch of his friends as they caress his newly-bared skin. Laura pinches his ass, makes him gasp into Travis' lips. Their hands surround him, ground him as they hold him close and run their fingers across his body. Liam veritably melts into their collective embrace.

Laura turns Liam back to her, reclaiming his mouth, and it's lovely now to seal his body up along hers, skin to skin, her legs tangling between his. He touches here and there - it's always a little nerve-wracking at first, even after some time, because for so long Laura's been harp music and longing and the odd nice dream, and to actually get to touch her like this is still astounding to Liam. So he brushes the backs of his fingers along her collarbone and ghosts his palm along her breast until Laura makes a frustrated noise against his lips and tugs his hand down where she wants it.

Laura's already wet, warm beneath his fingers, and the reality of the situation clicks in. He runs his fingers along her, up between delicate folds of skin, dipping in slightly to pick up a bit of moisture before he seeks out the bud of her clit. Laura moans into his mouth as he strokes a finger gently across and wraps her arms tight around his neck and back, arching into his touch. He starts slow, soft, nothing too overwhelming until he feels more wetness, feels her grind against his hand. Laura's reactions are as expressive in bed as they are at the game table, and Liam finds himself enjoying the process of rubbing at her more and more firmly, charting the pitch of her moans, the tightness of her grasp on his flesh, the twitch of her muscles.

There's been the rustle of Travis undressing behind him, and now there's more warm skin-to-skin contact all up Liam's back as Travis presses against him, wraps big arms around him. He always feels so small with Travis in a way he doesn't with anyone else, and while it's not something he could have placed before as a thing he wanted, now he finds it wonderfully comforting and blisteringly hot all at once. Travis could snap him like so many twigs if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. Instead, it seems, he wants to kiss Liam's neck and run a teasing hand up and down his belly, just along the light trail of hair there.

Liam remembers the first time with them, how scared he was, how bad his hands shook. They're a couple intimidating in their gorgeousness - Laura's fierce beauty and Travis' gentle enormity - and he'd hardly been able to stop giggling the whole time, baffled as he was that they wanted him. And still, still it always feels like he's stepped sideways into some other universe, a place where their bodies are hot against his, where hands big and small roam his torso, his thighs, where thick beard scrapes his jaw and silky black hair flows over the pillow beside him.

"Fuck," Laura hisses, and Liam comes back to himself, feeling his fingers warm as Laura tightens her thighs around his hand. He keeps circling the tips of his fingers around her clit as she groans long into the crook of his neck. She's sensitive, more so than most, and in the past he and Travis have made a game out of timing how quickly they can get her to come. In this moment, Liam just enjoys it, the way she curls into him and pants against his skin, the flood of wetness over his fingers.

Travis seizes the advantage and rolls Liam over, this time not onto his other side but onto his back so he's sprawled between the two of them. Laura follows, collapsing halfway on top of him, while Travis shifts closer, his cock jutting into Liam's hip. Travis kisses his mouth firmly, the hand on Liam's stomach trailing down to the inside of his thigh. Laura's straddling his other thigh, grinding vaguely against it as she kisses his neck, and he can just feel the soft skin of her hip brushing his cock. He tightens a hand around her lower back and deliberately shifts his leg against her, getting another pretty groan out.

"Look how pretty you are," Travis murmurs, running a thumb down Liam's stubbled cheek. Liam smiles at that, tilts his head and preens just a bit. Liam feels Laura's hair sweep along his shoulder as she turns to look at Travis. "You too, babe," Travis says, "But just look at him." Laura presses a finger under Liam's chin and tilts his head up. A smile curls across her lips as she gazes over him; her lips part as he grinds his leg against her again.

"So lovely," Laura coos as she runs a hand down his chest. "And you know when you look the prettiest?" Liam swallows, licks his lips. He can hear Travis opening the drawer of their nightstand, can hear the pop of plastic as a cap opens. He moans in anticipation, though no one's touching him yet, but for the light brush of Laura's thigh against his cock as she ruts at his leg. "C'mon, say it," Laura urges, and Liam knows he can't deny her.

"When he's fucking me," Liam whispers, and just then he feels Travis' slick fingers against his entrance. His gaze snaps over to Travis' face, to the smile behind his beard.

"That's right," Travis coaxes, and Liam's free thigh falls open as the tip of Travis' finger begins to press in. The guy's hands are preposterously big, and even a single finger is very nice, stretching him open. He strokes back and forth, and Liam lets his eyes fall closed for a moment. Laura's small, soft lips press a kiss to his eyelid, then to his cheek, the corner of his mouth. She's getting wetter against his thigh, grinding down quick in contrast to the slow press of Travis' finger.

A second finger presses up next to the first, and Liam exhales in a hard sigh as both push in together. Travis nuzzles at Liam's cheek as he twists his fingers inside him, beard catching on Liam's own. He can feel the heat of Travis' breath on his jaw, hotter when Travis grazes his lips along.

"You're so tight," Travis murmurs just next to his ear, and Liam bites his lip, nods, moans softly under his breath. Laura's moving against him faster as Travis presses in and in and in, his skin getting soaked as she works herself to the edge. She presses a kiss to him just before her body tightens against his; he curls his arm around her protectively as she shakes and twitches and bites down hard on his lip. When Laura's done, she pulls away, wide-eyed and panting, and buries her head in the crook of Liam's neck, her hand stroking down his chest.

When Travis bends his fingers just right, Liam lets out a moan, grips at Laura's shoulder, at Travis' forearm. The fingers inside him spread and curl, working him open deliciously, and it's got Liam bucking up against Travis' hand.

"More?" Travis asks quietly, and Liam nods soundlessly. The third finger that presses against him feels big, almost too big, but Travis presses his fingers together and eases inside Liam, spreading them a bit once they're in, which pulls a groan out of Liam's throat. Laura's pressing kisses to his shoulder - hard, bruising ones that he knows he'll feel later - and Travis has moved in to join their lips in a kiss that moves to the rhythm of his hand.

"Maybe," Laura muses when she draws back from sucking at Liam's collarbone, "We'll get his whole hand in you sometime. You want that?"

"Fuck..." Liam whispers against Travis' lips. The thought alone makes his cock twitch - Laura seems to notice by the way she runs a finger along the shaft.

"Not tonight, though, darling," Laura murmurs. "Tonight's not about pushing you. We just want to make you feel good." Her hand loosely strokes over the length of Liam's cock. "Isn't that right, babe?"

"Mmh," Travis answers into Liam's mouth. He gives a few more curling thrusts with his fingers, stretches them as wide as he can. "Speaking of..." he says when he pulls away from the kiss. Travis eases his fingers out of Liam, leaving him feeling empty, but it's tempered by knowing what's coming next. Liam's expecting Travis to roll on top of him, but instead the man sits up, moving back on the bed and propping himself up against the headboard. He pats his thigh. "C'mere."

Liam rolls over to crawl up the bed to Travis, who, just as Liam's reaching him, wraps his arms around Liam and turns him around, guiding him into his lap. Liam sinks into Travis' arms, relishing the warmth of Travis' chest against his back, and lets his legs spread wide, knees bent upward.

"That's right." Travis keeps one arm wrapped around Liam's waist, holding him up a bit, as the other reaches down to guide his cock in. Liam's head tips back onto Travis' shoulder, his mouth dropping open as Travis' cock slides into him. Worked open as well as he is, it still opens him up even further with each inch.

"God," Liam grits out. "God, that's so - nnh." Fully seated in Travis' lap, Liam rocks back and forth, takes the moment to really feel Travis inside of him. Laura, who's been watching with a hand between her legs, now kneels up and moves close to Liam, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"See?" she says as Travis circles his hips, pulling out just a fraction before somehow seeming to sink even further in, "So pretty." She moves in to kiss Liam with playful flashes of her tongue as he and Travis begin to move together. Neither of them can move too much in their position, so it's more of a slow grind than anything, but it's wonderfully comforting being wrapped in Travis' arms, surrounded on every possible side, and Travis' cock can press in unbelievably deep this way. With Travis behind him and Laura in front, tracing the lines of his torso with delicate fingers, there's no room for the world to get to him - there's room only for the three of them and for the pleasure they're giving each other.

"You feel so good, so fuckin' tight," Travis hisses in Liam's ear, and the praise spurs him on - he presses down on the cage of Travis' arms, trying to get leverage to really move into each thrust. Laura's hand has drifted lower to tease along Liam's cock again, still just tracing the shape of it.

Travis shifts just a little, and Liam shifts with him, and suddenly Travis' cock is pressing just right, sparking inside him, and Liam moans loud into Laura's lips. She bites down on Liam's lower lip and pulls away, observing his flushed face as she strokes his cock a little more firmly.

"You like that?" Laura asks, fake-casual like she's not dripping onto the sheets, like her husband isn't fucking Liam senseless.

"Yeah," Liam gasps, "Yeah, I'm - fuck, I'm so full -" Laura places a hand across Liam's jaw, looks at him with an appraiser's eyes. Her gaze flicks down to Travis' arms tight around Liam's torso, hoisting him up higher for a moment, down to where Travis' hips are pumping up into him. She bites her lip and rocks on her knees, then moves her thumb across to Liam's lip, pushing it slightly into his mouth.

"Not quite full," she corrects. "I think we could put your mouth to use." Her thumb presses into his mouth, draws a firm line from the back of his tongue to the front. He closes his lips around the digit, sucks as it slides out. "You want that?" Laura asks as she shifts backward, leaning back on her hands with her thighs spread apart.

"God, yes," Liam groans, and with that Travis pushes him roughly forward; he tumbles onto all fours right between Laura's legs. Travis' hand presses into his upper back, forming his spine into a curve that he's probably going to regret tomorrow, but that makes him feel very much on display - face down, ass up. And when Travis pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in, Liam moans loud into Laura's thigh.

Laura's fingers in his hair remind Liam of his purpose here, and he gets to work. Laura's already dripping, two orgasms in, beneath his mouth, and he laps it up eagerly, tasting salt and earth and a hint of sweetness. She strokes fingertips through his hair as he licks over her. It's hard to concentrate with Travis now pounding inside him - every few thrusts he gasps and curses against Laura's cunt. But with a hand at the back of his neck she keeps him where she wants him.

There's no room for thought now, only for sensation - for Travis' fingertips digging into Liam's waist, for the way his cock lights him up inside, the slap of his hips against Liam's ass. And there's the heat of Laura under his tongue, the thump of her heel dropping onto his back for leverage to grind into him, the beautiful sounds she's making because of him, because of them. It's the clearest Liam's head has been in a long time, and it's wonderful.

"Yes," Laura's mumbling as she arches into Liam's mouth, "Just like that, just - fuck, there, right there." She yanks at his hair, sending sparks from his scalp right down his spine to his core, but Liam just keeps doing what he's doing - he's always been good at taking direction, even as Travis is slamming into him from behind, rocking the mattress under all of them. Laura cries out, almost a sob as she comes apart, her thighs clenching on either side of Liam's face and her cunt dripping down his chin.

Just that is about enough to set Liam off, and then Travis presses forward along Liam's back, dipping a hand under his belly to wrap around Liam's cock and, sandwiched between his friends, skin and sweat and come and love all around him, he moans out, voice muffled, and lets go.

Somewhere in the haze he hears Travis' deep groan when Liam clenches around him, feels his friend come inside him. But very little is clear for a few moments, and then there's Laura cupping Liam's face, pulling him up for a kiss, and he goes easily, Travis' cock slipping from him. There's a pillow under his head suddenly, and then there's the huge warmth of Travis' body snuggling up behind him, bookending him with Laura pressed to his front.

Liam pulls Travis' arm tighter where it's wrapped around his waist - he marvels first at how big it is, and then at how very lucky he is. He tries to say this, but it comes out as an unintelligible mumble, and Laura just moves closer, tucking her head under Liam's chin.

"We've got you," Travis' voice rumbles. "Just lie here with us." There's a gentle brush of lips against the back of Liam's neck. He smiles, presses his nose into Laura's sweet-smelling hair, wraps his arms around her and does just that.

co-signed, and i want to point out how obviously comfortable sam was. like "ah yes, i have been in this situation many times" how often does liam climb in his lap goddamn

Oh this was just lovely :)

Eee! Thank you. :) Awkwardness is my thing.

That is high praise! Thank you very kindly. <3 Power exchange has become so ingrained in my head I don't know if I can write any combination involving Matt & Marisha that isn't femdom. Haha. :D

Also co-signed and I'd also like to point out how uncomfortable Taliesin seemed sitting next to them, like it had maybe happened before in a really not platonic way

someone please, where is the travis/matt

Op here. Yes, I remember that, and that Liam's response was to freaking wriggle against Sam just to make Taliesin more uncomfortable.

That said, frottage.

So watching THAT EPISODE made my mind turn. And here's what I came up with...I feel semi-horrible about writing this, but not that horrid. 3 Chapters!

“So you coming?”
“Yeah.” As soon as Sam said those words, he could feel everyone shift even though he couldn’t bear to look left.
At the beginning of the scene, everyone was acting. Taliesin and Travis sipping their drinks to avoid any awkwardness as Liam and Marisha exchanged worried glances while he and Laura went back and forth. Matt’s face was impassive for the longest time until he realized that Sam was serious. Liam started to really cry and the Laura started to yell; and then Taliesin started to yell, a real Tal yell that made Sam’s heart break just enough that he started to have second thoughts, and Marisha started to cry. Travis was pissed, he could see it in the brace of his elbows on the table.
“Grab your things,” Matt nodded.
He’s watching it all back of course, the next afternoon at home in his basement while his wife and family are out of the country on another crazy shoot for his wife’s blossoming career. They’ve already been gone a few months, but the house still felt as empty as it did before. It isn’t anything unusual, but he still misses them.
The emptiness of the house is nothing to the emptiness in his chest. The looks on the screen in front of him break him more than he wants it to and more than he’s ever going to admit. Laura’s shocked, furious, open-mouthed stare which Marisha mirrored in her look to Matt, but with less fury than she actually felt later. Taliesin had drained his whole glass of scotch in one gulp while Travis physically looked away from him, unable to halt the anger in his hands as he gripped the pencil. But it was Liam’s heart visibly breaking on screen, the scrunch of his face blossoming into real tears.
PAUSE
Sam has to stop before it goes any further. He’d made them cry. All of them. And not as their characters, but as Taliesin and Marisha and Liam and Laura and Travis. Matt knew that he was thinking about making big change for Scanlan, of course, but he could still sense Matt’s confusion and hurt when the words came out. And then they had been mad. All of five of them. Laura and Sam had fought before because they were two explosive personalities that clashed when it came to certain things. Taliesin and Sam had more angry conversations instead of the yelling and mad gesturing that was completely Laura. Sam could count on one hand the amount of times that Travis and Matt had been mad at him, but needed two hands with Marisha. He did indeed know how to push buttons.
But Liam…
Fast-forward through the shit storm he thinks to himself, taking a huge swig from his wine glass. He hits the point where they went through the sun tree and smiles. Of course, Laura fucking Bailey…Laura Bailey with harp music…would be the one to figure it out first. He smiles to himself as she looked suspiciously at Sam during Matt’s description.
“You there!”
PAUSE
The non-Scanlan voice sounds weird in his ears as he pauses it to memorize their reactions. It was rare that he catches them off guard, so when he did, he revels in it. Incredulous shock from Laura; joyous shock from Marisha, directed at a smug Matt who sipped his glass; wide-eyed subdued joy from Travis and Liam; calculating pride from Tal, even though he knew it would just seem like a Percy stare to the audience at home. Liam and Taliesin recovered the quickest as Laura turned back to Travis who was now staring at him for the first time with a smirk.
For a moment, everything was back to normal. Marisha beamed, her wide sunshine smile as Laura crossed into anger and threw a tissue at him and cursed at him. Tal laughed, loudly and without thinking as Liam assisted Laura’s toss. Travis morphed from unsure to laughing wildly and back to staring at him with his usual joy. They start making things difficult for him. Laura glares again and starts demanding money as Travis tries to get things back on course. But their laughing and smiling again, and they’re looking at him with those looks of adoration in their eyes.
PAUSE
This is what he wants to hold on to for right now. Not the chaos that broke out when Matt was whispering to Travis between the four others yelling and Laura burying her face in her arms as she cried or the off-hand comments to Laura to poke her buttons which caused a surge of anger so powerful that Travis and Liam physically backed away from her or the anger that rained down on him later. As he pushed Laura’s buttons further than he usually did just to see Liam grab on to Travis’ shoulder in his ecstatic laughter and Marisha glare over at Matt with a calculating stare. The lightness in his heart made him continue on, forgetting what came next.
“This piece of shit would never replace Scanlan.” Laura’s full face turned towards their table, the camera hid the fact that she was looking straight at Sam.
PAUSE
Maybe switch from wine to something stronger…and maybe shut this off. The guys’ faces were paused in concern, the kind of concern that they expressed when fights broke out among them. Sam trudges up the stairs, weight sinking back into the pit of his stomach. His mind swirls with thoughts about what he should’ve done and maybe they wouldn’t be mad at him if he had just stayed with Scanlan.
To Sam, the fallout felt massive. Twitter had exploded. Marisha had laid on the floor and there had been pictures that circulated quickly. Liam grabbed his binder and searched it and then him until he found the incriminating evidence that this was planned. Laura refused to talk to him. Liam wouldn’t look at him after he found the paper, just clutching it in his hands. Travis wrapped him in a side arm hug and tousled his hair roughly, calling him a clever asshole. Matt talked to him for an hour, talking down the panic that was rising in him after Laura and Liam pulled Travis out the door and to a bar. Marisha kissed his cheek when they parted ways and Taliesin squeezed his hand before following the couple to their car. And Sam was left alone in the parking lot for the first time after a traumatic episode.
Usually after a rough episode, they drive to a bar and drink a round or two and talk it out. By round three, Liam would be getting giggly and Matt would be the cause of it as Taliesin would be leaning into him with a grin. Travis would have his characteristic smirk on his face as Laura and Marisha would be inching their chairs closer and closer together. If Ashley was there, which was getting rarer and rarer, she’d have an arm slung over the back of the chair of whoever was next to her and her hands would weave intricate patterns over their backs. He shakes his head, trying to clear thoughts of what would end up happening once Ashely got her hands on them and padded up the steps and into the kitchen, flipping the switch on without any thought.
The light illuminates the room and five bodies flicker in his vision. Sam’s first instinct is to let go of the wine glass in shock, even though his mind instantly knew who they bodies belonged to. The glass falls towards the tile floor, but large, broad fingers lash out from behind him and snag it before it shatters. Sam spins to see Travis behind him, fingers clenched perfectly around the glass.
“Easy killer,” Travis’ voice rumbles deep in his chest.
“You need to learn to answer your phone,” Liam says from the breakfast nook.
“Jesus,” Sam exhales, turning back to his best friend. “The fuck is wrong with you guys?”
“You didn’t answer your phone,” Matt murmurs as if he was already drunk, fingering his hands that sat in front of him without looking up. “We were worried.”
“So, you break into my house?” Sam exclaims, throwing his hands out to the side.
“Is it really breaking in if we have a key?” Taliesin suggests from Matt’s left.
“With an open invitation to stop by whenever?” Marisha tilts her head up at Sam in the way that always makes him smile. Except for now, because he’s realizing why Matt is acting drunk. It’s because of the person on his right. It’s because Ashley fucking Johnson is in his God damn kitchen.
“I thought you were in New York,” Sam squeaks out as her grey-blue eyes stab into him.
“Laura called,” she says, her voice light and casual compared to the look in her eyes. “And then Matt called.”
“Matt called you?”
“Can I tell her?” Ashley looks over at Matt who was practically purring underneath her fingers that were carding through his hair. Matt nods blankly. “He was frantic when he called. Felt awful that you were so unhappy playing Scanlan that you made him leave.”
“It’s not like that!” Sam sputters, taking a step forward. Matt tenses at the tone of his voice.
“Hush,” Ashley chastises him, holding onto Matt’s neck. “It took both Marisha and I to calm him down.” The implication of the sentence hangs in the air like Matt’s description of the first sight of the Sun Tree. Sam’s heart falls even further and before he can respond, Ashley is continuing. “He felt that introducing Kaylie to the story drove you away. Made you think more like yourself and less like Scanlan.”
“Matt, you know that’s not what it was,” Sam protests.
“I thought you were leaving,” Matt says quietly. Sam’s face twists into horror.
“I’d never leave like that! Are you kidding me? I’d never leave period.”
“I didn’t know what was happening.”
“I texted you right away.”
“It doesn’t mean he didn’t panic, Sam,” Liam glares, his hand reaching across the table to grasp Matt’s trembling one. “You can’t just spring stuff like that on him. On any of us honestly.”
“We all thought you were leaving.” Laura Bailey’s voice crackles to life from behind him. Sam stiffens and keep his eyes on Matt.
“Do you honestly think that I would leave what we’ve built?”
“We had no idea what you were thinking-”
“I wasn’t asking you Laura.” Sam felt Travis shift into a defensive stance as Liam and Ashley both glare at him. Laura huffs out a breath and the stomp of her feet alert him before he feels her hand on him.
“Fine,” she snarls at him, eyes flashing. “Ask me. Ask me Sam Riegel.” There’s a long pause and Sam grinds his teeth together. “Ask me if I thought that you were leaving us?” Sam shakes his head and starts to turn back to the table. “The answer is yes.”
“You’re out of your mind,” Sam says, his broken heart leaking in.
“Am I?” Laura’s voice snaps with the sound of her eyes welling up. “Sitting across from you, watching Scanlan go, I thought you were leaving. I thought you didn’t want to be a part of it any more. I thought you didn’t want us anymore.”
Sam stops thinking about his own broken heart and his own sadness and looks around the room. He hadn’t thought that their reactions were what they were because they thought he was leaving them. Liam isn’t looking at him, but just over his shoulder at where Laura stood. For while Liam’s wife and children are his sun, Laura is his moon and when she was hurting so was he. Ashley is still tending to Matt, keeping him floating just on the edge of tipping into subspace where he sometimes needs to be. When Matt has a panic attack about something, he has to rescind control; the fact that it took both Marisha and Ashley, both a harsh command and the calmest command, to bring him down spoke louder than any world he’d created for them.
Tal and Marisha are trading looks, doing that aggravatingly adorable thing where they communicate with their eyes. Travis looks imposing as ever. He tends to do that when Laura and Sam fight. His arms flex a little more, his body expands enough to remind both of them that he can push them apart at the moment it gets too personal, the moment that Laura will physically strike out because Sam says the wrong thing again. And Laura is openly crying. He made her cry. That is the worst part about it all. While they are the ones who fight the most, aggravate each other the most, push each other the most, Sam hates making her cry.
“You’re out of your fucking mind, Laura Bailey,” Sam whispers. He counters the whisper with a surge of motion, wrapping his hands around her slender face to seal the sentence with a frantic kiss.

They all had their weaknesses with one another, things that drew them into each other, one after another until they had tumbled together in a burst of sexual tension.
For Sam and Liam, it had been an obvious step. They had known each other for years on the streets of New York City and their fast friendship quickly made a leap into the unknown. Neither married or seeing anyone serious at the time, Liam’s cuddly nature and doting sensibility had drawn Sam in. A few bottles of alcohol was all it took for Liam’s arm across his shoulders to pull him in with a soft, questioning kiss which turned into a tumble into Sam’s uncomfortably small bed. Their wives knew, of course; it wasn’t as if they were secretive about it when they began the marriage and kids phase of their lives. Their partners were a little warier when it came to adding on the rest of the gang, but it took them a moment of watching them all to realize that their husbands, the fathers of their children, needed this, needed them.
Taliesin and Matt had been dallying in this sort of thing for years. Tal and his unwavering bisexuality had discovered that sometimes, OCD Matthew Mercer needed to let go. Tal helped him let go for years until Marisha entered the picture with a blinding sunbeam. Then there was a stupid awkward dance around what Matt needed from his Tal and the love he had for Marisha until finally Sam and Liam and Travis had locked the three drunk idiots in a bedroom and they worked it out. Matt had two hands to guide him and Tal and Marisha loved each other even more. And sometimes they used their flirting to distract Matt just enough to slip his words up or to drop a dice badly. It was a win-win situation for everyone really.
Laura and Travis were a pair when they arrived in L.A., but there was no secret among friends that they were open to adding a person every now and again. Which was how the light of their lives, Ashley Johnson entered the picture. Laura once said that she’d sing sonnets about Ashley’s tongue, then tried it once, drunkenly, until Ashley shut her up. Travis and Ash were perfect counterparts in the quest to calm Laura. Large hands and a sweet smile that played on soft lips were sometimes everything that Laura needed. Sometimes. Which is how Laura became Liam’s moon. Liam would do anything to make Laura laugh or smile and anything to please her. Travis found it endearing and he benefited from the Liam’s need to please Laura more than once.
It was Sam that was the hiccup. Sam knew he wasn’t 100% straight (he had Liam to thank for that), but he didn’t know if it was just Liam or if it was others. He struggled with it for a while, until the Big Man cornered him at their Halloween party years ago, pinning him against the wall and sucking bruises into his neck with whispered promises of what his hands could really do to him. If Liam’s soft spot was Laura, Travis’ was Sam. Only Sam could taunt Travis about the Redskins and get away with it. There was a reason that they were positioned on opposite sides of the room on Thursday nights, a reason that included Travis teasing Sam under the table during a practice run at Laura and Travis’ while getting his lips on any exposed piece of skin that Sam had showing. Matt had lost control of his concentration ten minutes in.
Travis’ adoration with Sam and Liam’s long-term love affair with Sam grated Laura for a bit. She purposefully pushed his buttons in the beginning. She would drape herself over Liam while staring daggers at Sam as Liam’s attention would hone in on her. Any time Travis began to gravitate towards Sam, she’d distract him with her lithe hands and promises of what she knew got him going. It came to an explosive head one drunken night, just months before their first game together, and Sam and Laura both walked away bruised, limping, and satisfied in ways they hadn’t experienced before. Things were calmer after that, but their jealously flared up often and they were the centers of practically every fight that they had.
Sam doesn’t think twice when Laura is crying in his kitchen and he is the cause. He kisses her, tasting her favorite merlot on her lips and the biting taste of vodka on her tongue. She had obviously prepared before slinking into his house. He braces himself for her to shove him away like she often did when she was mad at him. But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands scramble against him, pulling him in by the shoulders and deepening the kiss with a swipe of her tongue. His hands bury themselves into her hair, gripping onto the dark locks as if his life depends on it. Laura lets out a whine as Sam’s quick tongue follows its favorite map around Laura’s mouth, nipping at her bottom lips as he draws back.
“I’m never leaving you Laura,” Sam whispers, overpowering the whimper that she lets out at the lack of lips on her. “I’m yours. My soul is bonded to you forever. I-”
“Stop talking,” she growls and surges forward. Sam, not expecting the movement, stumbles backwards. He braces himself, anticipating hitting the floor, but is surprised to have his back meet the thick, muscled chest of Travis Willingham. It was Sam’s turn to groan, as his ass collides with Travis’ jean-clad hard-on. A tanned, thick arm weaves around his waist as Laura’s lips dance over his and her hands move to his hips in a trail of nails.
“Listen to the lady, Sam,” Travis growls before his lips begin an exploration of Sam’s jawline. Sam can feel his head start to spin as Laura’s lips leave his and began their own trail to mirror her husband’s. It’s really difficult to stand between the wedded pair; the gorgeousness of their angles in their frames is matched in their reverence to whomever is before them. Even in plain conversations they are focused on their counterparts, their eyes bright and searching, their bodies leaning in. Being in between them, with two sets of matching bands pressing into skin is just…
“Fuck,” Sam moans out, hands moving to bring Laura’s hips in line with his. She matches his groan and pushes against him, forcing him further into Travis, who responds by biting down on Sam’s weak spot underneath his ear.
“Isn’t that the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen?” Taliesin’s voice flits into his ears. Sam opens the eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and glances to the breakfast nook. The sight before him almost makes his knees give out if it wasn’t for Travis’ firm grip on his waist.
Marisha is gone from the table and judging by Matt’s posture, is underneath it and working her magic on her fiancé. Taliesin has clamped down on Matt’s left wrist and is leaning into him, the slightness of Matt’s figure making Tal seem much larger. Ashley’s hands had gone from soothing to commanding, left hand in a vice-grip in Matt’s hair and her right is clamped firmly down on his neck and jaw to keep him staring straight at the sight in front of him. Her teeth are scraping over the long column of his throat, red beginning to blossom on his pale skin. Liam has Matt’s other wrist and is staring, open-mouthed and wantonly at the trio in front of him.
“Bet you wish you were in the middle of them, don’t you?” Taliesin murmurs. Matt’s resounding groan echoes off of the tile floor, making Sam match his groan as the husband and wife team suck harder at Matt’s noise. “I bet you’d be good for them just like Sam is.”
“I can be good,” Matt nods as best as he could under Ashley’s firm hold.
“You are good,” Ashley coos into his skin. “So, so good, Matthew.”
“You guys are…fuck…going to be the death of me, God Laura!” Sam’s voice hitches as Laura grinds her teeth into the exposed part of his collarbone.
“Then you’ll die a happy man,” Travis’ laugh rumbles through his chest and into Sam’s back. He pulls his lips away and gives a little push on his shoulder. “You owe the lady an apology, Sam.”
Sam drops to his knees, brain submitting to Travis and Laura instantly. This wasn’t the first time the pair of them have ganged up on him, and he was praying that it wouldn’t be the last. Laura is breathing heavily, staring down at Sam as her husband places both hands on the older man’s shoulders.
“How’d you want him babe?” Travis asks. Laura ponders for a moment and just before she could say a word, Matt curses loudly and moans in a high pitch. The trio glance to the group seated around the table to see Ashley’s arm trailing down to where loud slurping noises were sounding. Laura’s eyes flash and she grins back to her husband.
“Clear the table Liam,” she orders, her voice falling into her dominant voice, one that always sounds too close to Vex, Sam thinks as a shudder runs through him. Sam doesn’t move his head as he hears the scrambling of blunt nails on the wood and the scraping of the salt and pepper shakers. He continues to stare up at Laura, who yanks Travis in by the front of the shirt and is making out with him as if he isn’t even there. After a cough from Liam, Laura pulls away and is obviously satisfied by whatever Liam has done, moving away from Sam with a smirk and a nod to Travis. Travis hauls Sam up by his shirt collar to a standing position and turns him so that he could watch where Laura is heading.
Sam doesn’t realize that the whine he hears has come from him until after Laura is straddling Liam’s waist and grinding down into him. Liam’s head drops back with a deep groan as Laura begins kissing her way up his neck. Matt is watching Liam and Laura now with eyes wider than a scared NPC’s. He makes a strangled sound as Ashley’s arm flexes and Marisha groans. Laura begins whispering to Liam, her tone echoing even though he couldn’t hear her words over the jealous blood thumping into his ears. Liam locks eyes with Sam, pupils blown with lust and need and Laura. Sam twitches in Travis’ hold, wanting to be the cause of that look and to kiss the need off of his face. Liam nods to whatever Laura has said and she yanks his lose hair to meet his lips in a kiss.
“Look at them, Sam” Travis leers, chin digging into his shoulder so his lips could be grazing the shell of his ear in a taunt. “Look at how good Liam is for her. Letting her control him and giving her everything.” Liam makes a noise as his hand roams underneath Laura’s shirt. Sam understands Liam’s plight. It was one thing to be kissing Laura Bailey; it was another thing to be kissing Laura Bailey while Travis Willingham narrates the whole thing. “He’s so faithful to her,” the voice in his ear continues. “Whatever she wants, he’ll give her.” Liam yanks the flowy, dark shirt over her head to expose her dark purple, lacy bra. Sam and Liam’s duet of groans make Travis laugh again and Laura beam. It is their favorite set on her. Liam’s hand plunder her breasts, squeezing and thumbing her nipples through the thin fabric. “I bet he could get her to come before you could,” Travis teases. “You know how sensitive she is.” Laura cries out as if to confirm Travis’ statement. “I bet Liam could get her to come just like that.” Liam’s hips buck up into Laura’s as his lips latch onto the exposed skin. “Just from suckling her like that.”
“Travis, please,” Sam says, hips pushing forward for some sort of friction.
“It isn’t me you have to ask,” Travis tsks. “You know that.”
“Laura, please,” Sam’s voice is tight and crackling as Travis began to nip at his weak spot. “Fuck. Laura, please let me-fuuck,” he groans.
“Maybe this should be your punishment,” Laura gasps, throwing her head back as Liam yanks a cup down and wraps his lips around her dark, hardened nipple. “God, yes!” her hand tightens and Liam groans against her. “You have to watch me with him. Just…shit…watch him please me, be good for me, fuck me.”
“Don’t come Matthew,” Taliesin orders, as Matt cried out. “You’re not allowed to come until Laura comes.” Matt squirms, hands still pinned by Liam and Taliesin.
“Laura,” Sam whines.
“I don’t think you can be as good as Liam,” she purrs, head still thrown back. Liam acknowledges the praise with a tug of her nipple between his teeth.
“I can,” Sam gasps.
“I doubt it,” she opens her eyes and straightens up to look at him.
“Let me prove it,” Sam says, knowing what this power play is all about. “Let me show you.”
“What do you think Liam?” she cards her fingers through his hair as his mouth moves to her other exposed nipple. “Just like that, baby.” She moans again and its mirrored in Matt who can’t take his eyes off of them. Ashley is grinning next to Matt, licking her lips as she looks between Laura and Liam and Sam. “Think your Sammy can be good for me. Prove himself to me?” Liam pulls off of her with a pop and blinks up at her hazily.
“He can certainly have at it.” Laura rewards him with a fierce kiss that goes on far too long for Sam’s liking. Liam moans and thrusts upwards to meet Laura’s hips makes Sam’s own jut forward before grinding back onto the thick cock behind him. The sucking sounds from under the table are mirrored in Travis’ beard searing its way across his skin and his teeth marking him. He’s going to look like he took a beating for sure. Laura finally separates herself from Liam and scoots up onto the table.
“Have at it then,” she challenges, leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle off of the table. Travis steps away as soon as his wife’s legs spread for Sam. The loss of Travis’ intense body heat and the sight of Laura spread out on his breakfast table makes him stumble forward and drop to his knees. His hands shake as he pops the button on her jeans and its made worse as Liam leans down and began to bite at Laura’s hips.
Sam makes quick work of her jeans, yanking them down her legs to show off the deep purple lace that is already soaked with her juices. He wants to take his time, show her how sorry he really is, but the sight of Matt moving forward to kiss her upside-down and Liam’s lips continuously moving over her abdomen, Sam knows he won’t be able to stand it. He leans up and mouths at her mound through the lace, groaning loudly at the heat and dampness of her. He brings his right hand up and lets his fingers drag torturously against her folds.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease,” Travis says, moving up behind him. His thick legs bracket Sam’s torso and it makes him feel boxed in and fuck it’s so good. Sam pushes aside the dark, damp lace and drags two fingers across her folds, watching in fascination as her body arches on the table. When he pushes a finger into her, long and lanky piano-playing fingers, she tenses and groans so loudly he’s sure that the neighbors will hear. Travis’ cock throbs against his head, and Liam and Matt are moaning too. She’s so wet that his middle finger easily joins his index on the next stroke and he’s soon beaconing his fingers to her pleasure.
“Oh God, Sam!” Laura cries out, her body tensing already. She’s tightly coiled and wanting to burst, he can feel it in the way her walls ripple around his fingers.
“Do better,” Travis growls, shoving his head forward to inhale the delicious scent of her. Sam removes his fingers to toss the panties at Matthew, getting a groan in response and a wink from Taliesin.
Sam buries his face into Laura’s sweetness, tongue seeking out her clit. He’s rewarded when he finds it, a loud whine from her and a tight squeeze around his fingers as her legs come up around his ears. He sucks greedily on her clit, trying to pour out his apology between finger strokes. He directs his tongue down and trades of the position of his fingers and his tongue and is rewarded with a moan. But it isn’t from Laura, but from Liam. He looks up to see Liam staring, open-mouthed and hungrily at him. As he licks and slurps at her, he glances around; Ashley and Tal are kissing in front of Matt who has Laura’s panties shoved into his mouth as his eyes flit between the two scenes in from of him. Laura is holding Matt’s wrists now and arching off of the table as she moans, the pitch getting higher and higher as she spins towards desire.

The sight of Matt and Liam watching him spurs him on. He shuts his eyes and apologizes over and over again, with his tongue and his fingers. His mind blurs everything else except for Laura. Her taste is just like her personality, almost overpowering, perfect, and bright. He’s not sure how long he’s on his knees for when Laura keens in the way she does when she’s close and Matt echoes it in a whine. Spurred on, he triples his efforts and in less than a minute, Laura is almost flying off the table with a scream of his name as her thighs clamp tightly against his ears. When she comes down, her legs are shaking as he cleans the wetness that is seeping out of her. As her legs fall off of his shoulders, Travis hauls him up.
Travis is easily a head taller than him and benches at least twice Sam’s weight, so it doesn’t surprise him when Travis slams him into the wall next to the refrigerator and holds him up so they can be eye to eye. It’s enough to knock the wind out of him, but the wind evaporates as Travis meets his lips with a kiss that is rough and mostly teeth.
Travis gets off on Laura getting off, that’s no secret between them. Sam couldn’t even begin to count the number of times Travis has leapt on him after he’s eaten Laura out or sucked him off after Laura’s used him to get herself off. And it has him soaring as Travis’ body is flush with his, grinding their dicks together as he sucks the taste of his wife off of his tongue.
A pair of lips wrap around his fingers with a groan and Sam doesn’t even look down. He knows it’s Liam, frantically searching out the taste of Laura and the taste of Sam. That’s happened more times than he can count as well. Hands grasp his wrist and his thigh and it’s clear that Liam’s on his knees. He can hear Ashley and Tal encouraging Matt and that’s all Matt needs to come with a breathy groan and almost makes Sam cum untouched. Liam budges through and kisses him as Travis sets him down.
“Downstairs,” Liam mumbles against his mouth. “Now. Need you.” Sam nods against the kiss and the scratch of Liam’s beard until Liam is pushing him backwards to the stairs.
Liam is always pushing and pressing, a flurry of hands and lips against Sam’s flushed skin. This time is no different as they stumble down the stairs to Sam’s “office” which is just essentially the entire basement of Sam’s California mansion. Liam is even more frantic, not letting Sam pull away for one moment as they trip downwards to the low-lit basement. Liam doesn’t break when they hit solid ground, just backs Sam up until they hit the wall. Liam’s grinding against him, readily.
“Couch,” Liam begs. “C’mon.” He tears his lips away from Sam and grabs his hand, leading him to where they had done this a million times before. But this time, Liam freezes. Sam bumps into him as he realizes why Liam has become a statute in his basement: the screen. Liam turns away from his own concerned face with a look mirroring it. “Why are you watching this?”
“Call me a glutton for punishment,” Sam shrugs. He leans in to distract Liam, but the fucker dodges it, knowing that move a thousand different ways.
“Sam,” Liam narrows his eyes as the rest of them tumble into the room.
“What’s going on?” Marisha asks, speech thick with the scent of Matt on her tongue.
“Wanted to see it for myself,” Sam waves it off, coming around Liam to find the remote he had deposited next to the empty bottle of wine. “It’s different when you watch it back.”
“Jesus Sam,” Ashley exhales, coming up next to Liam. “I thought you knew better than that.” Sam shrugs it off. Every eye is on him now and it makes him squirm. Marisha and Taliesin are staring at each other again and before Sam can tell them to knock it off, they’re moving toward him. Tal shoves him back towards the thick, chaise portion of U-shaped couch, more violently than Sam was expecting. He flails as he tumbles into the corner.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he’s hissing as Marisha climbs up next to him without a word.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he trails off in a delighted sigh as Marisha’s hands start undoing the buttons on his shirt with her tiny hands. They’re wearing matching nail wraps Sam thinks in his head as Taliesin glares down at him.
“I mean, really Sam,” Taliesin continues, beginning to close the gap between them. “We’ve sat at the same table for almost two fucking years now and you think that we’d love you any less because you chose to go a different way?”
“You were mad,” Sam gasps out as Marisha’s lips trail over the marks that Laura had left. “I saw it. You yelled.”
“Of course I yelled, you moron,” he says in an almost Percy tone as he rolls his eyes. He drops to his knees and slides his hands over Sam’s tensed thigh muscles. “I was acting.”
“You’re a very convincing actor.”
“Shut up Sam,” Marisha lunges at him, knocking him further into the corner as she kisses him. Sam was expecting it and was ready for this kiss. His hands bury themselves into the fiery red hair and opens his mouth to her. Marisha’s hands pry the shirt off of his torso and in the back of his head, he can feel Taliesin mouthing his way across the hard line of his cock.
“You missed what he was doing to Laura,” Taliesin says, voice a low rumble.
“Oh, I heard,” Marisha laughs in between kisses.
“You should have seen it,” he teases, fingers running along the button at the top of his jeans. “He had her gagging for it. Thought Travis was going to fuck him right through it.” Sam moans, tightening his grip on Marisha’s hair as the zipper of his pants clicks out of place.
“Now there’s something I want to see,” Marisha smirks, pulling away from Sam. “Let’s see how good your mouth really is when you’re distracted.” Tal yanks him by the thighs and Sam slides down with a startled yelp, Marisha using the distraction to pin his arms down with her knees. Her tight skirt hitches up and bares the green thong to his eyes, along with the wetness beginning to trickle down her legs. She must have fingered herself while sucking Matt off. The thought alone made Sam lean forward and begin to follow the trail upwards, lapping at her pale skin with the broad expanse of his tongue.
His breath hitches when his jeans and briefs come off in one tug, leaving his erection bared for them to gape at. There’s a whine from his left and he looks over to see Matt down to his briefs in between Laura and Travis, the latter down on his knees and marking up the slender thighs as his wife circles them both with a calculating stare. Liam in on the couch, being straddled by Ashley who is working her magic on him with one hand in his hair and the other rubbing torturous circles on his jeans. Sam yelps when Taliesin’s hand comes down on his leg with a snap.
“Pay attention to ‘Risha,” he orders. “Or you won’t get to come at all.” The threat alone is enough for Sam to tilt his face upwards and use his unrestrained forearms to pull Marisha down by the ass. The string of her thong is easy to maneuver around, his tongue so seasoned to her that the string is shoved aside and his tongue is lapping up the wetness of her cunt in mere seconds.
Like everything they do, Laura and Marisha are different. While Laura is all grit and badass, Marisha is a goddess; she doesn’t even have to ask when she commands something, she just gets what she wants. She guides him where she wants him by rolling her hips and pressing further down on to his biceps. She tastes sweet and musky and slightly like Matt and Ashley, which clues him in as to what went down before they arrived.
As soon as he has a good rhythm worked up, he falters as Tal’s talented tongue trips him up. Taliesin has no gag reflex, something they had all appreciated more than once, and he’s showing off now as he gets Sam’s dick down his throat until his lips are doing more than just brushing the base. Sam isn’t as well-endowed as Liam or Travis, but what he lacks in length, he more than makes up for in girth. He can feel the thickness stretching Tal’s lips and throat as he swallows, causing Sam to moan into Marisha.
“Fuck,” she curses above him, falling forward onto her elbows on the back of the couch. “Do that again.”
Before Sam can even wonder who she’s talking to, Taliesin is repeating his movements over and over again. Sam’s mind blanks out as the blood in his head vanishes and it takes another smack on his leg and a sharp, pinch of a nipple for Sam to get back to the task at hand. He hums as he sucks her pale clit into his mouth, causing her to buck into him. It’s a struggle without his arms, but he soon works out a pace of flicking and sucking her bundle of nerves and dipping and licking stripes into her hot, damp folds. She sighing and moaning above him and the more sounds she makes, the more Taliesin rewards him for it.
“Goddammit,” Marisha curses on a downward flick of his tongue that molds up and into her. “Fuckin’ shit. Sam!”
“She’s close, Sam,” Taliesin pulls off of him to mutter into his hipbone. As if the whole room wasn’t aware of Marisha’s voice pinging off the walls as the loudest of them all. Someone moans Marisha’s name, he can’t tell if it’s Liam or Matt, and she’s turning to look, giving him the perfect angle to scrape his front teeth against her clit roughly while shoving his tongue as far into her perfect cunt as he can. It does the job and she comes with a scream, something that makes Sam shiver down to his toes as she drips down his chin.
Taliesin pulls off with a pop to catch Marisha as she bonelessly begins to tip backwards. Sam whines at the loss, bucking his hips up to chase the warmth of Taliesin’s heavenly mouth. The loss is replaced by another set of lips wrapping around and pulling off with a light scrape of teeth.
“Ashley, God,” Sam moans, tossing his arm across his eyes, trying to hide the flush that blossoms on his skin. While Taliesin uses his lack of gag-reflex to his advantage, Ashley uses her firm gag-reflex to hers. The noise she makes as he thrusts her throat down on him have to be illegal and definitely enough to get him a firm ticket to hell, as if he wasn’t going there already for fucking his seven best friends. “Fuck, babe.” He wraps his fingers into her blond hair and begins to guide her, thrusting upwards to hit the tight gulp of her throat. It’s almost grounding as she relaxes her hands against his legs as he thrusts up. She makes a strangled noise that envelops his cock in a cacophony of vibrations. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna come down that gorgeous throat of yours.”
“Maybe that’s the idea.” Liam’s voice next to his ear would startle him if he hadn’t seen them together. Liam licks up a trail of Marisha before meeting Sam’s lips to kiss the taste of her. “Maybe you could do one better.”
“How’s that?” Sam hisses through gritted teeth as his hips continue to thrust upward.
“Come on her face.” Sam’s eyes screw shut at the thought, trying to control the urge to fuck their angel’s throat raw. Liam presses him. “She’s already said she wants it. Wants you to fuck her mouth and come all over her. She can take it, you know she can.”
“Leeeee-yum,” Sam whines at his encouragement, still trying to restrain himself. Ashley could definitely take it; they’d watched Travis fuck himself into her throat the night before the show went live and dear Lord if that wasn’t fucking hot as hell. She’d taken all of them like that until they had coated her in come and then Laura and Marisha had licked her clean. That had made them so giddy that Orion could tell something was off the next day, but said nothing.
Ashley sounds off again to capture his attention, but this time it’s a needy groan, low in her throat that makes Sam open his eyes and look down at her. She blinking up at him with her dark eyes barely visible behind her blown pupils. She nods, his cock bobbing up and down obscenely against her tongue as she does. “Ash, I can’t.” he hisses.
“Why not?” Liam goads him. “You know you want to.”
“You have lines,” he hiccups, gulping air down. Her eyes twinkle and she looks up to Liam. He feels Liam lean in, sending every nerve ending alight.
“She’s off until Thursday,” he whispers. If that news hadn’t made his mind go blank, it was definitely caused by Liam’s teeth biting down onto the junction where his neck and shoulder meet and Ashley relaxing her throat so that she almost took him all the way down.
“Fuck,” Sam’s voice cracks as he cries out, thrusting wildly up into Ashley’s mouth. The gagging noise multiplied and it cause Liam to groan and rut up against his hip. Liam had gotten naked at some point too and he’s as hard as iron against Sam’s leg.
“Shit Sam,” Liam keens, pressing his forehead into his best friend’s temple. There’s a shaky exhale before Liam glances downward. “Fuck, look at her.” Sam shakes his head, keeping his eyes cast up to the ceiling. Liam winds a hand into his hair and yanks his head down, pulling a cry out of him. “I said look.”
So, Sam does. And Goddammit if it isn’t the most perfect sight he’s seen in so long. She’s half-naked in the glow of the dim lights Sam had on before they had arrived, her shoulders reflecting like moonlight. Her pale pink lips are stretched obscenely across his cock, the thickness of it widening her lips beyond her comfort zone as spit smeared across her chin. Her hair is tangled up in his fingers, pockets of his skin a deep contrast to the light blond as he holds her in place. The image is going to fuel his fantasies for a long time. She winks at him and nods and that’s it for him.
He fucks her face, hard and rough, the sounds of her gagging bringing the attention of the room to them. Travis pauses with four fingers deep in Matt, a grin splitting his beard in two, while his wife rocks against Matt’s face that’s partially turned toward them. Taliesin’s dick is being pumped in time with his thrusts by Marisha, who is whispering, what Sam can only guess is sinful things in his ear. And Liam is rutting against him frantically, watching Ashley in awe. It doesn’t take long for Sam to shout out a warning, but Ashley keeps going until Sam’s toes are curling and the first spurt of come dashes against her throat. She pulls back and strokes him as he paints her, gasping for air as his whole body convulses.
He’s boneless as he comes down, dimly aware of Liam launching himself to Ashley and kissing her soundly before dragging his tongue across the dimples of her smile. At the same time, his fingers are toying with the dripping folds between her legs drawing out the most beautiful melody from her wrecked throat. The room is functioning again and Sam just lies there and watches. Travis’ fingers are vanishing to the crook of his thumb as Laura climbs down to where Matt’s hips are dangling off of the edge of the couch. Matt is always sensitive and once, after the whole Gilmore/Rakshasa debacle, the whole group just spent the night seeing how many times and ways they could make him come. His hair is a tangled mess as Laura sinks down on his cock, her satisfied sigh echoed by Travis’ fingers crocking into the spot that makes Matt’s hips shove into the walking sex pot that is Laura. Taliesin has flipped Marisha onto her back and his driving into her, fiercely fucking her over and over again. He can’t help but stare because Marisha is all lanky limbs and Taliesin’s body is as commanding as his voice and together it’s better than any ballet he’s ever seen.

“Hey,” the rumble of a voice against his leg startles him. He looks down to lock eyes with Liam who is kneeling between his legs.
“Hi,” Sam says softly, carding a gentle hand across Liam’s rough cheek. “Your beard is getting long.”
“I thought you like my beard,” Liam tugs on it absentmindedly.
“I like you when you have stubble,” Sam chuckles. “Full on lumberjack look isn’t really your style. Looks like you’re trying to be Willingham.”
“I’ll remember that,” Liam laughs openly. His face turns serious for a moment. “We’re never leaving you, Sam. Okay?” Sam nods, trying to look down. “Hey,” Liam catches his chin and forces him to look back at him. “I mean it.”
“I know,” Sam says. “It’s just…” Sam looks over to Laura.
“She can be…”
“I know,” Sam says again. “She just gets that look and I start to feel like it’s all gonna slip away.”
“Let me prove to you that it won’t.” Liam’s voice is so rough and serious that Sam looks back. His eyes are pleading and his hands are twitching on Sam’s couch. “I’ll show you that we aren’t going anywhere.” Liam is so serious that Sam can only nod.
Liam pulls Sam down the chaise until their lips meet. It starts as something slow, a tentative peck that gives Sam time to move away. It’s so reminiscent of how they first began that he has to remember that he’s not in Manhattan, on that shitty couch that Liam had and he isn’t drunk. Although he does feel that, he always feels drunk when Liam pushes close. The kiss turns heated, Liam’s fingertips dancing up his legs and up the t-shirt he still has on. His palms flatten against his back, tugging him closer so he can yank it up and over before Sam has time to protest. Sam can taste Ashley and Laura and Travis and a bit of himself on his lips and tongue; it’s a taste he will never get used to no matter how much they do this and how much he wants this. After a moment, Liam’s lips break from his entirely too soon and he flips Sam so he’s kneeling with his arms braced on the couch. There’s a soft rush of air before Liam begins to kiss down his spine, nipping playfully at the lumps of his spine as he went. Sam knows where he’s heading and his brain short circuits as Liam’s tongue is broad and flat against the cleft of his ass.
It feels like hours later, as he’s practically humping the couch with the need that has pooled in his lower belly, when a hand slips into his hair and tugs upward. His eyes are met with the pale expanse of Tal’s cock and he doesn’t think twice as he licks a sloppy stripe up it.
“God, Sam,” Tal groans, low in his chest. It reminds him of the angsty Percy, from “Season One”, that made Sam’s toes curl when he spoke in angry tones about revolution. Taliesin tugs his hair so that he can meet his dark eyes with a smirk. “You’ve done well with the others, now prove to me how sorry you are.” Liam’s tongue catches on his rim as he sucks, which causes Sam to whine as Taliesin forces his lips down.
For a while Sam is caught in the bliss between his best friend’s tongue and his table partner’s cock. It’s glorious and needed and if he could stay here forever, he would. Liam, who is slowly adding a finger into the mix, is moaning as he’s eating Sam out, something that is getting Sam harder again, despite the fact that he just came minutes ago.
As Tal tugs on a particularly well-timed suck from Sam, he remembers why he keeps his hair this long in the first place; spiky enough for one of them to grab, but not long enough to raise suspicions. He’s not as masochistic as Matt is, but with the group they have, it’s hard not to submit to most of them. His ears prick up as Laura keens somewhere behind him, the telltale sign of Matt wailing at something the pair do and Sam can’t help but echo Matt’s noise as Liam pulls away.
“Fuck,” Taliesin hums through gritted teeth. “Close, Sam.” Sucking cock is different that eating pussy, Sam knew that as soon as Liam entered his life. For him, it was like rapping along to Hamilton compared to singing show tunes; one he had be recently exposed to and couldn’t get enough of and the other was safe and comfortable and pliant under his hands. Taliesin is like My Shot, all fast words and shaking hands, but once you got it right it was perfect. So Tal tensing under him and crying out is music to his ears as thick ropes spurt against the roof of his mouth as his eyes smirk up.
“You’re getting so good at that,” a thick, graveled voice echoes into his ear as a large body pushes up against his back. Sam releases a sigh in the back of his throat as he pulls off of Taliesin, feeling needy as fuck, but can’t help himself.
“I know,” Tal agrees with Travis, patting Sam’s cheek favorably. “Almost as good as Matt.” Matt cries out again as Sam preens under the high praise.
“Maybe sometime we should have a contest,” Liam says before his tongue dives back into Sam’s ass.
“Now that is brilliant,” Taliesin chuckles as Travis growls in appreciation. A large hand comes down on his ass with a crack and Sam moans into the couch as Liam reciprocates on the other cheek.
“Now, Sammy,” Travis snarls, nipping at Sam’s shoulder. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna come from Liam’s tongue and my fingers and then I’m gonna fuck you 'til you can’t walk.” Sam can’t stop hum of approval that comes forth. “And if you’re good, we’ll have our illustrious DM ride you until you come again.” The thought of being buried in Matt’s ass is enough to get him dangerously close to the edge. His cock twitches as Travis’ laugh rumbles through him. “That’s what I thought. Liam?” There’s another loud smack, but Sam doesn’t feel it. It’s only after Liam whimpers and doubles his effort does he put two and two together. “Eat ‘im out nice and you can come down my wife’s throat.” Liam’s high pitched wail is enough for Sam to drop his head and arms onto the floor, giving Liam the perfect angle of his ass to go to town on. He wants to come and get in Matt as much as Liam wants Laura; Travis’ choice of words seems to have done the trick on both of them and Liam’s humming against his rim as he pushes a finger in.
“They look so pretty, don’t they?” Marisha’s voice is there, closer than expected. Liam moans again at the sound of her voice breaking through the silence after a few moments. Travis buries a finger in Sam next to Liam with no warning, leaving him to squeal embarrassingly.
“Mmm, yes,” Taliesin agrees, slowly.
“Laura’s a good distraction,” Ashley chuckles in Sam’s favorite way after Liam’s tongue stumbles.
“Look who’s talking,” Marisha laughs.
They’re silent until Travis has three fingers in him and Liam is slurping around them, moaning wildly as he comes. Sam can’t stop the cries coming from his lungs as he spirals closer and closer to the edge. He’s so close he can taste it in the back of his mouth and feel it in his fingernails. He knows they’re watching, all of them, and he hasn’t felt this alive in months. He keeps chasing the feeling until he feels his head being picked up and there’s harp music as Laura is kissing him, her tongue swiping Liam’s come into his mouth. It’s the taste of merlot and hint of the peppermints she loves and the woody, salty, familiarity of Liam that makes him come, cock untouched. That’s all it takes.
He would collapse onto the floor if Travis’ hands aren’t there to pick him up and fling him onto a pile of blankets and pillows that somehow ended up in the center of the room.
“Okay Matthew,” Marisha orders. His eyes have trouble focusing before a flurry of long, dark hair envelopes his vision. Matt’s kissing him brutally as his cock is forcefully stabbing Sam’s hip. He can feel Ashley’s favorite cock ring at the base of him, the cool metal a sharp contrast to Matt warmth. They kiss back and forth for what seems like twenty minutes, Matt making wicked noises as he ruts up against him.
“He hasn’t come yet,” Travis states over the sound of his hand sliding slipperily down his cock. It’s Sam’s turn to exclaim as Matt bites down on his bottom lip.
“Wanna come,” Matt whispers. Sam can barely raise his arms to knot his fingers together in Matt’s tangled hair, but he manages it to anchor himself against him as Travis slides into him in one stroke.
“Fuck!” Sam shouts, back arching off of the blanket and eyes widening in pleasure.
“How are you so fucking tight?” Travis hisses, immediately beginning his punishing pace against him. There isn’t anything that Sam can do except to sink his teeth into one of the few unmarked places of Matt’s supple skin. He’s already getting hard again as Matt goes pliant in his arms, whimpering depraved things in his ear.
“Wanna come on your cock, Sammy. Want you to fuck me raw and open me up ‘til I can’t walk. Fuck into me until I can’t sit down. I’ll ride you so good, Sammy. I can make you feel so good. Let me fuck you Sammy.”
“He’s ready,” Laura’s awed voice says. Travis pauses and smacks Matt’s ass so hard that he rockets into Sam’s neck, teeth clamping down in response.
“Saddle up cowboy,” Travis’ accent creeps into his voice as he forces himself to stay still inside Sam. Matt scrambles to Sam’s hips and straddles them, Travis’ broad arms coming around his shoulders and hips to guide him.
Everything around Sam dulls when Matt is fully seated onto him. His pulse is rioting in his skull as he watches Travis move Matt in time with his own thrusts into him. They’ve done this a few times, but usually with Liam as Sam watches with the others; Liam is usually the one who needs the blinding bliss that comes from the tightness of Matt and the power of Travis. He half expects Ashley to sit on his face and almost suggests it until a particularly well-timed thrust from Travis has his head recoiling off of the pillow in ecstasy.
“God,” he says through gritted teeth and squeezed shut eyes. “Goooood, Matt…hngh Travis! FUCK!”
“Jesus,” Liam mutters. “Look at them.”
He couldn’t even imagine what they must look like: Travis thrusting into him, the slap of hips on hips echoing around the room while his arms cage Matt into his chest; Matt grinding down on his cock, choking on his satisfaction as every shove of Travis sends Sam’s dick up into his friend. The sight behind his eyes is almost as perfect as the sight he sees when he opens them. Travis is sucking bruises into Matt, layering them over and over, as Matt’s head is tossed back against the broad shoulder, looking completely debauched. He has to shut his eyes again to not come right then and there.
“Please may I come?” Matt shouts, arms scrambling against his thighs where Travis has them pinned.
“I’m not sure,” Travis’ voice drawls slowly. “Ask them,” he punctuates with a hand fisting into Matt’s hair to yank his eyes to the group.
“Have you been good?” Marisha asks.
“Ye-es,” Matt hisses at a well-timed thrust by Travis that echoes up through Sam and into him.
“Are you sure?” Liam sounds wrecked. “Sam hasn’t come yet.”
“Please,” he begs. “I’m so close. Please.”
“You know who to ask Matthew.”
“Sam?” Sam’s eyes fly open at Matt’s order by Laura. Sam makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat at the sight of Matt’s captivity by Travis. He almost loses it then, but reels in his composure at the last minute.
“Yes, Matthew?”
“Please,” he whispers. Sam places a tender hand on Matt’s cheek.
“I’m never leaving you Matthew Mercer.” And with a nod, Matt’s clenching forcefully around Sam’s cock as his comes in a hot splash all over Sam’s chest. The vice grip makes Sam’s vision narrow into black and his mind blanks as he presses into Matt and let’s go. Travis is close behind, the ripple effect tearing out a reverberating roar from their big man before Sam’s ears start to ring.
It isn’t the first-time Sam’s come so hard he blacks out, but it’s the most powerful one. He’s not sure what happens for a few moments until he feels Liam cuddling him closer into his chest and Laura’s voice in his ear.
“We aren’t leaving you either Sam Riegel. But this conversation isn’t over yet. ” There’s a beat of silence where Sam sighs into the coziness of the blankets and the smell of Liam. Laura then adds, “You little shit.” She punctuates the sentence with a kiss on his shoulder and wraps around his back. Travis’ hand is in his hair, petting gently and he drifts off hearing Marisha, Taliesin, and Ashley caring for Matt in the distance.
PAUSE
He could stay like this forever.

Working on it ;)

This is so gooooooooood!! Everyone has a distinct voice. They all get a 'moment'. Just wonderful!!

“Don’t you look pretty?” Liam chuckles.
There’s a flash of the camera and Travis is dimly aware it’s probably his wife, but he can’t think straight.
He’d come home after a long Friday of filming, brain filled with thoughts of next week’s D&D game to find Laura, naked on the couch, purring promises to him. He followed blindly, literally thanks to the stupid scarf she had, and found himself tied, face down and ass up, to their four-post bed. Then the blindfold came off and Ashley was grinning down at him with a bright blue dildo strapped on that was supposed to be a Please-Don’t-Leave gag gift from Laura. Then someone smacked his ass and Travis groaned and buried his face into the foot of the bed in shame because Laura was behind Ashley’s shoulder and he could see the shoes lined up against the wall. The whole crew was there.
“He’d look prettier with your cock in his mouth,” Laura’s voice chimes in next to Liam’s.
“Ooooo yeah,” Marisha coos from close by.
“Agreed,” Ashley says, breathless from behind him before angling her hips and striking the little bundle of joy that makes Travis moan and clench down around the blue silicon in his ass.
“You heard the ladies,” Liam says, digging his blunt nails into Travis short hair. “Open up.” Travis raises his head from where it had been trying to muffle his moans into the large bed and blinks hazily up at Liam. The words are in his brain, but they’re not computing well.
“Here,” Taliesin is invading his space and prying his mouth open. His jaw cracks from how tense he had kept it as a clack of metal dings off of his teeth and the thick scent of leather invades his senses. Of course Tal had brought the spider gag, Travis thinks briefly before Liam’s cock is shoved down his throat. He gags heavily against it as Liam’s hand winds its way through his now messy hair.
“Can’t believe you once tried to keep him from us,” Liam hisses at Laura. “His mouth is fucking made for sucking dick.”
“I second,” Sam says from his position lying back in a chair across from the bed. His hand is in his pants and the flick of his wrist tells Travis everything he needs to know.
“He’s good for other things than that,” Laura smirks before smacking Ashley’s ass which sends her rocketing into Travis who then moans with reckless abandon around Liam.
“Fuck,” Ashley groans.
“God dammit Laura,” Liam’s breath hitches in his throat and he holds Travis’ head in place and shoves his cock past his gag reflex and chokes him on it for torturous seconds.
“Don’t suffocate my husband,” Laura’s hand lashes out at Liam who keens against it. “’Risha, C’mere.” Travis watches as the red-headed wonder appears next to his wife. Laura and Marisha kiss a lot, but it always is sexy to Travis. His dick twitches as tongues dart out and Laura moans in approval. “Wanna fuck him?”
“Hell yes,” Marisha scrambles for the bed, sliding under him easily. He can’t even look down at her due to the mouth full of dick, but his eyes flutter shut as she sinks around him, all wet and tight and hot and fucking hell its glorious.
“You might want to pull out of him for this.” Sam’s suggestion has Travis gasping for air as Liam pulls out. He watches enough to know that Sam is using his talented fingers on Liam before looking down at Marisha. He tries to speak, but the gag still has his mouth locked open.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs, tightening her walls around him. “You’re so fucking pretty like that. God, it’s like Tal knew it was made for you when he bought it.” Travis whines as she slides a thumb easily into his mouth. “We should do this more often. You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Travis nods as his face turns red.
“Of course he does,” Laura’s face appears, bright and wonderful in front of him as Liam arches his back into Sam. “Not everyone can say that they’ve been pegged by Ashley Johnson.” Travis’ eyes flutter shut and he feels the blush spread further. “And you look so good. So fucking hot taking Ashley’s cock like that. Your hole is just swallowing it up.”
“For a lady, you have such a filthy mouth,” Matt’s voice flits into his peripheral right as a long thin cock slides into his right hand. “God, I love it.”
“I know you do, darling,” Laura purrs, turning away from Travis. The last word is punctuated by a Vex voice and Matt’s surging forward to kiss her as he fucks Travis’ fist.
“Everyone does,” Tal leers at him as he steps into Liam’s place. “But we love your mouth even more, don’t we?” Taliesin slides in and Travis shoves the reflex down. He knows how Tal loves his control and right now, he’d do anything to please them all. Marisha groans underneath him, leaning up to lick a stripe up Taliesin’s balls and around the base of the cock that’s fucking into his mouth.
“Travis, you’re a fucking marvel,” Ashley punctuates her words with rough thrusts. “You’re taking this better than I ever fantasied about it.”
“We’ve been talking about this for weeks, Big Man,” Liam keens. A slight tap on Taliesin’s hip makes the man above him groan, but pull out and move to the open hand so Liam can slot back into his mouth. Sam is buried deep in his best friend’s ass and as soon as Liam is partially in Travis’ mouth, he thrusts and pushes Liam all the way down.
“You should’ve seen Ashley fuck herself with that thing when we Skyped her about it,” Sam chuckles hazily.
“I got of six times before we stopped,” Marisha whispers, beginning to suck marks into Travis’ thick muscled neck.
“This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” Laura sighs, planting herself into the chair Sam vacated to fuck Liam. “Look at you, baby. Stuffed full everywhere.” Travis whines and sets off a chain reaction of groans. Laura shoves a hand down her panties and he can see how wet she is as she slides into herself and thumbs at her clit. He strains against the ropes again, squeezing delightfully down onto Matt and Taliesin’s cocks.
“We have to do this again,” Matt mumbles, hips beginning to stutter. “I call his mouth next time.”
“Dibs on his ass,” Tal stakes his claim.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Sam growls, fucking into Liam faster and faster.
“You’ve got a hot piece of ass in front of you,” Ashley laughs loudly.
“But getting Travis at our mercy?” Liam tosses his head back. “Fuck. I could do this for hours.”
“Next time we will,” Laura sighs, a tell-tale sign that she’s close. “Right now though, you should come.”
Travis has no idea who the order is for, but practically everyone follows it simultaneously. Sam pulls out to come on Travis’ hair and shoves his fingers into Liam so hard that Liam’s pelvic bone is scraping Travis’ nose as he pulses hotly into his throat. Matt and Tal pull away and he can feel the sticky stripes they’re painting on his body. Marisha convulses and presses upward, her breasts thick and full against his chest as she squeezes him blind. Ashley shoves the dildo in and just grinds into him until he’s gagging for it, literally.
“My turn.” Marisha is gone as well as the four guys and Travis is left with his wife standing before him, her pussy on display for him as Ashley continues to punish his prostate. “Make me come and I’ll get you off.”
As soon as his wife takes of the gag that had forced his mouth open, he lunges at her. He makes quick work of her folds as he humps the mattress, not so silently begging to come and his want to be in Laura. She doesn’t take pity on him, only angles her hips and grips his hair for leverage, rocking against his face at a furious pace.
“Fuck him Ash. Don’t stop until I tell you.” Ashley responds in agreement and sets a furious pace. Something in the back of his brain knows she has been pushing it on leg days because her thrusts are so strong, but he can’t focus on the thought as he’s sucking Laura’s clit for all that he’s worth. “Atta…atta way babe. Don’t stop. Fuck.” She was already close when he started and it doesn’t take long for her to snarl as she pulses against his tongue. Ashley reaches around as she grinds the dildo in again and with one tug, Travis is screaming as he’s coming all over the mattress.
He’s hazy as his limbs are untied and someone (Sam the insatiable bastard) is getting Ashley to come with a high sigh. He feels boneless and the other putter around as Laura kneels down in front of him.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you take it,” she whispers before kissing his cheek.

*blushes furiously* So glad you like it! =)

having just gotten here in my rewatch i would like to second this

I'm such a sucker for petplay, and Matt is so good at playing animals... I don't know, my mind goes places! I would love to read some petplay, whether sexual or none-sexual. My favourites are Travis (he was so natural when ordering Galdric to stay!) and Laura (she treats Trinket as her special little guy!) but I'd pretty much read Matt being a pet for anyone.

brb screaming my love for you to the heavens. this is so wonderful. thank you so much for filling this for me. ahhhhhhhhhh. ahhhhhh.

ahhhh.

Also if you do write just a solo matt/brian thing I may die?? like actually??

also someone made a gifset of the damn thing that inspired this prompt

http://lyrwar.tumblr.com/post/156377048741/du-dun-du-dun-du-dun-hey-buddy-hey-hey-a

this is a delight. I love poly fic.

Ooooh. This is getting my mind going. Maybe Marisha is out of town and Travis and Laura pup sit?
I could do that.

OP is excited and thrilled beyond belief! That sounds wonderful, exactly what I'd be into!

Sam and Liam bring their little boy over to Matt and Marisha's for a playdate with Taliesin.
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Part one of two ...coming..soonish

https://kinkycritters.tumblr.com/post/157620013712/little-tally-pt3-playdate

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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Little Brian and Taliesin Playdate