(this is such a dumb title lmao. anyway, here u go! also, it doesn't get mentioned here but you can safely assume full consent to extramarital activities from all parties.)
Liam doesn't like being the last one at a party, but that last beer pushed him over the edge- he's not drunk, but he's not going to try driving home until the world feels a little more stable under his feet.
So he's still here at Travis and Laura's, slowly sobering up. He finishes neatening up the kitchen, which Laura had insisted he not do but he feels weird just standing around being useless, and he eventually wanders out into the living room to sit down for a minute, scroll through twitter, let his head clear up a little more.
He's not really expecting to see his friends sitting on the couch, making out, Travis with a hand up Laura's shirt.
"Oh, fuck," he says, nearly dropping his phone. Laura and Travis break apart and Liam starts to back out of the room. "Sorry, Jesus, I'm sorry- I'll, uh, I'll go in just a minute, sorry, I'll- I'll sit on the porch. Sorry, I just- need a couple more minutes, then I'll be okay to leave-"
"Wait," Laura says. Liam notices belatedly that she's still halfway in Travis's lap, and his hand is still cupped around her breast. "You don't have to go."
Liam wonders for a second if he actually drank much more than he thought.
"I mean," Laura continues, pulling away from Travis a little more, looking a little less like a freeze frame from someone's homemade porn, "if you want to stay, that's okay with us. Very okay."
Liam glances between them both, Laura looking nervous but interested, Travis holding her hips possessively but giving him a small smile. After a moment, Liam slowly takes a seat on the chair opposite the couch. He runs a hand through his hair and slowly nods at them.
Laura breaks into a wide grin before she turns back to Travis. He shucks his shirt, and she quickly follows. Liam just now sees that her bra has already been tossed over the back of the couch, and his mouth goes dry thinking about how much further along they'd be if he'd walked in five minutes later.
They kiss for a long time, Travis playing with Laura's breasts, running fingers across her pale pink nipples. Liam can feel himself getting hard, and he's briefly unsure what to do, until Laura asks, "Are you going to enjoy the show or what?"
She's in the process of stroking Travis's dark, thick cock while he slips a finger into her cunt. Liam stares a second longer, then nods, and slowly, still uncertain, opens his jeans to pull out his own swelling cock.
Laura smiles like he's hung the moon for her, then gasps as Travis teases her clit with his thumb. She lightly swats his shoulder and he just grins back at her. Pants are thrown to the floor, and Laura sinks onto Travis, letting out a shuddering breath.
"You should try this some time," she says as she starts to ride in Travis's lap.
"Which?" Travis asks. "Fucking you or getting fucked by me?"
"Either." Laura digs her nails into Travis's bare shoulders as he pushes up into her. "Both."
"Jesus Christ," Liam mutters to himself. He keeps pumping his cock- he's practically fucking his hand at this point. He finds he's not opposed to either option. Maybe both at the same time.
"What do you think, baby?" Laura wraps her arms around Travis, but her gaze is locked on Liam. "Do you think he's having fun?"
"Not as much fun as I'm having." Travis catches her mouth in a deep kiss. When they pull away, Travis says, "You should have him sit closer next time. If he isn't ready to hop in by then."
Next time, Jesus. He's plenty interested in there being a next time, to be sure. Liam isn't sure how much longer he can go before he comes, all from watching his friends fuck in front of him.
And- yeah, there it is; he feels the orgasm shake him when Laura moans and starts moving faster, harder in Travis's lap. He scarcely notices the two of them finishing, he's so breathless just here by himself.
Laura and Travis, both still naked, slick with come and sweat, cross over to his side of the room. Laura takes a seat in Liam's lap and takes his chin in her hand.
"Party of Three"- Liam/Laura/Travis
Liam doesn't like being the last one at a party, but that last beer pushed him over the edge- he's not drunk, but he's not going to try driving home until the world feels a little more stable under his feet.
So he's still here at Travis and Laura's, slowly sobering up. He finishes neatening up the kitchen, which Laura had insisted he not do but he feels weird just standing around being useless, and he eventually wanders out into the living room to sit down for a minute, scroll through twitter, let his head clear up a little more.
He's not really expecting to see his friends sitting on the couch, making out, Travis with a hand up Laura's shirt.
"Oh, fuck," he says, nearly dropping his phone. Laura and Travis break apart and Liam starts to back out of the room. "Sorry, Jesus, I'm sorry- I'll, uh, I'll go in just a minute, sorry, I'll- I'll sit on the porch. Sorry, I just- need a couple more minutes, then I'll be okay to leave-"
"Wait," Laura says. Liam notices belatedly that she's still halfway in Travis's lap, and his hand is still cupped around her breast. "You don't have to go."
Liam wonders for a second if he actually drank much more than he thought.
"I mean," Laura continues, pulling away from Travis a little more, looking a little less like a freeze frame from someone's homemade porn, "if you want to stay, that's okay with us. Very okay."
Liam glances between them both, Laura looking nervous but interested, Travis holding her hips possessively but giving him a small smile. After a moment, Liam slowly takes a seat on the chair opposite the couch. He runs a hand through his hair and slowly nods at them.
Laura breaks into a wide grin before she turns back to Travis. He shucks his shirt, and she quickly follows. Liam just now sees that her bra has already been tossed over the back of the couch, and his mouth goes dry thinking about how much further along they'd be if he'd walked in five minutes later.
They kiss for a long time, Travis playing with Laura's breasts, running fingers across her pale pink nipples. Liam can feel himself getting hard, and he's briefly unsure what to do, until Laura asks, "Are you going to enjoy the show or what?"
She's in the process of stroking Travis's dark, thick cock while he slips a finger into her cunt. Liam stares a second longer, then nods, and slowly, still uncertain, opens his jeans to pull out his own swelling cock.
Laura smiles like he's hung the moon for her, then gasps as Travis teases her clit with his thumb. She lightly swats his shoulder and he just grins back at her. Pants are thrown to the floor, and Laura sinks onto Travis, letting out a shuddering breath.
"You should try this some time," she says as she starts to ride in Travis's lap.
"Which?" Travis asks. "Fucking you or getting fucked by me?"
"Either." Laura digs her nails into Travis's bare shoulders as he pushes up into her. "Both."
"Jesus Christ," Liam mutters to himself. He keeps pumping his cock- he's practically fucking his hand at this point. He finds he's not opposed to either option. Maybe both at the same time.
"What do you think, baby?" Laura wraps her arms around Travis, but her gaze is locked on Liam. "Do you think he's having fun?"
"Not as much fun as I'm having." Travis catches her mouth in a deep kiss. When they pull away, Travis says, "You should have him sit closer next time. If he isn't ready to hop in by then."
Next time, Jesus. He's plenty interested in there being a next time, to be sure. Liam isn't sure how much longer he can go before he comes, all from watching his friends fuck in front of him.
And- yeah, there it is; he feels the orgasm shake him when Laura moans and starts moving faster, harder in Travis's lap. He scarcely notices the two of them finishing, he's so breathless just here by himself.
Laura and Travis, both still naked, slick with come and sweat, cross over to his side of the room. Laura takes a seat in Liam's lap and takes his chin in her hand.
"This is gonna be a lot of fun," she says.