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Jake wakes up, already feeling tense. This in of itself isn’t unusual, but he can already tell it’s going to be a hard day for him. He truly wants nothing more than to stay in bed all day, but he begrudgingly gets up, knowing he’ll ultimately just feel worse if he doesn’t.
He drags himself out of bed, moving to make himself a pot of coffee. Steven had reluctantly, but thankfully, agreed to let him and Marc get a coffee maker after a few weeks of pestering. A small smile makes its way onto his face as he thinks about his headmates.
He had been hesitant to let them know of his presence at first, thinking it safer to stay hidden and only come out when they were in danger that the other two couldn’t handle. However after everything that happened in Cairo, he was finding it harder and harder to stay hidden from the other two men.
To say they were weary of him at first would be an understatement. As far as they were concerned he was a cold blooded killer. He didn’t help to dissuade this opinion much either, letting them think what they wanted about him. All that mattered to him was that they were safe. Or at least that used to be the case. After introducing himself to them he quickly realized that was no longer enough for him. He didn’t just need them to be safe, he needed them to be happy. He fell in love with them quicker than he ever thought possible.
Jake continues smiling as he reminisces on his early relationship with the other men. It’s almost laughable thinking about how afraid they were of him, when now all they offer him is love and understanding. He thinks he has never and will never meet anyone as amazing as his two headmates, nor does he really care to.
His body is still tense but he feels a little calmer knowing his headmates will be there if he needs them. He hears the coffee machine go off, moving to pour himself a cup in one of his favorite mugs. It’s a stupid novelty mug that reads “Fuck off, I mean good morning.” He thinks it's a little silly, but it had been a gift from Steven, one of the first gifts he had ever been given, so he loves it.
He takes a long sip from his coffee, relaxing even more at the taste and warmth. He feels himself relax more and more with every sip, thinking his day may not be as bad as he originally thought. Of course, as soon as he has that thought he hears a noise behind him. He quickly grabs one of the many guns he has stashed around the house, pointing it at the intruder.
“Khonshu,” Jake grumbles at the sight of the lanky old bird. Khonshu simply laughs at the sight of the gun in Jake’s hand.
“What were you planning on doing with that, Jake Lockley? You can’t hurt me with something as trivial as a gun.”
“I thought you were an intruder, cabrón. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Jake says as he puts the gun away, tucking it into the waist of his pants. “¿qué quieres?”
“I have a mission for you.” Khonshu explains, moving to sit on the back of the couch.
“A mission? It’s eight in the morning.” Jake says, exasperated. His body is tense again, as he pours himself another cup of coffee.
“Indeed, but I’m sure you’ll make quick work of this. You always were my best warrior.”
“Mierda. Fine. ¿A dónde vamos?”
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As it would turn out, Jake does not make quick work of the mission. In fact, it takes him the entire day. When he finally stumbles back into their shared flat, it’s nearly midnight. He had forgone the suit for most of the fight, preferring to fight the old fashioned way, meaning he is now limping slightly, and covered in bruises.
He is cursing in rapid fire Spanish the whole way home, not caring if their neighbors give him slightly weird looks in the hallway. Why are they even up at this hour anyway? He unlocks the door to the flat, staggering in, only pausing to lock the door behind him, before he is collapsing into bed.
He falls asleep almost instantly, not even bothering to take off his shoes before he is out. He opens his eyes again, this time in their own inner world, immediately making a beeline for their shared bedroom. They all had their own rooms in their mindscape for when they needed some privacy, but they all preferred to share a bed when it was time to sleep.
He expects Marc and Steven to already be asleep when he enters, keeping his movements quiet. However when he opens the door, the two are sitting together in bed, each reading a book. At the sound of the door opening they both quickly put down their book, not even bothering to mark the page they were on, before they are rushing over to him.
“Oh baby, we were so worried about you, when you didn’t come to bed at our usual time we figured Khonshu must have sent you on a mission.” Steven says, holding his face in his hands as soon as he’s close enough to, looking him over for any marks. They both know his efforts are somewhat pointless, as his wounds in the outer world don’t translate to their inner one, but it still makes him feel somewhat better to do so.
Jake immediately melts into Steven’s touch, body going lax as he brings his hands up to rest on the other man’s hips.
“Oh come here, let's get you in bed, sweetheart.” Steven leads him over to their bed, helping him move to the middle, so both he and Marc can be on either side of him. He relaxes almost instantly, allowing himself to be moved into a more comfortable position by Steven.
As soon as he’s laying down, head resting on his pillow, he feels Marc and Steven on either side of him. He lets a small smile grace his face at the feeling. He feels Marc’s hand on his cheek, turning his head slightly to the right. Marc pulls him into a soft kiss, Jake letting out a small breath of air onto his lips, relaxing even further at the motion. He is so lost in the kiss he doesn’t even feel Steven moving on his left, until he feels his lips trailing kisses up and down his neck, leaving little marks as he goes.
Jake whines into the kiss, feeling himself get a little needy at the attention from his lovers. Marc just pulls him in closer, deepening their kiss, licking over his bottom lip asking for entrance. Jake is happy to comply, opening his mouth slightly to let Marc explore it with his tongue.
Steven continues his assault on Jake’s neck, moving his lips up higher so he is kissing along his jaw, up towards his ear. Once his lips meet his ear, he bites down gently, causing Jake to let out a startled little moan into Marc’s mouth.
Marc eagerly swallows his moan with a low groan of his own, moving one of his knees to push in between Jake’s legs. Jake eagerly grinds down onto Marc’s leg, feeling himself grow harder and harder at the pressure. He is letting out a steady stream of whimpers and moans at the feeling, growing needier with every second.
Just as Jake is grinding down once again, Marc lifts his knee up slightly meeting him halfway. He feels his breath catch at the feeling, trying desperately to continue kissing Marc, but finding it harder and harder with every second.
“Please,” Jake whines into Marc’s mouth, grinding desperately against his leg, needing more.
“Shh, we’ll take care of you baby, just relax,” Steven whispers into his ear, before moving away from him. Jake whines at the loss of Steven at his neck, pulling away from Marc to see where the other man went.
When he turns around he sees that Steven has begun undressing, already having taken his shirt off, and now moving onto his pants. Jake groans at the sight, grinding down harder against Marc’s leg. Marc smirks behind Jake, with a knowing look in his eye.
“You like that baby? Steven looks so fucking good for us, doesn’t he?” Marc teases. Jake whimpers, nodding his head at Marc’s questions, not taking his eyes off of Steven for even a second. Steven finally gets off his pants, taking off his boxers with them, leaving him totally bare to the other mens’ gaze.
Steven brings one hand down to his hard cock, giving himself a few slow strokes, putting on a show for his lovers.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” Steven breathes out, breath hitching on the upstroke of his hand. Marc quickly moves, stripping off his shirt and pants, not wasting any time. Jake moves a little slower, head a little foggy from how good Marc and Steven are taking care of him. By the time Marc is completely naked, Jake still has only gotten his shirt off, struggling with the button on his pants.
“Do you need help, baby?” Marc asks, already moving to help the other man. Jake lets him, moving his own hands away to let Marc take off his jeans, lifting his hips up slightly to help him. Marc gets his pants and boxers off quickly, Jake’s leaking cock now resting against his stomach.
“Wow, look at you,” Steven breathes out, taking his hand away from his own cock to let his hands roam up and down Jake’s now exposed torso. Jake lets out a small whine at the praise, his precum now creating a small puddle where the tip rests on his stomach.
Steven continues exploring his torso, hands creeping up towards his chest. Steven moves his hands over to his nipples, rubbing each of them lightly, before pinching them. Jake lets out a loud gasp at the feeling, hips twitching slightly on the bed. Marc chuckles beside him, moving his own hands to Jake’s thighs, rubbing his hands up and down them, spreading his legs slightly wider.
“Look how wet you are for us,” Marc teases, bringing one hand up to swipe a finger through the puddle on Jake’s stomach. “So sweet for us, baby. We’ve barely even touched you and you’re already a mess.”
Jake moans at Marc’s words, hips twitching again, trying desperately to get some friction on his aching cock. Marc just chuckles again at the sound, bringing the finger now coated in Jake's precum up to Jake’s mouth, rubbing the tip along his lips. Jake opens eagerly, sucking his finger into his mouth, looking up at Marc with a desperate look on his face. Marc groans at the sight, letting Jake suck on his finger for a moment more before removing it. Jake lets out a slight whine at the loss, chasing his finger as he retreats.
Steven keeps exploring Jake’s chest with his hands, pinching and caressing his nipples as he goes, as Marc continues teasing him with his hands on his thighs, moving up to his hips, and back down again. Coming so close to where he wants him each time, but not touching him yet.
Jake is a moaning whining mess underneath the two, bucking his hips up desperately to no avail. Steven leans down and captures his mouth in a searing kiss, silencing some of the noises he’s making. Jake melts into the kiss, kissing back just as eagerly, allowing Steven to lick and bite at his mouth, to his heart’s content.
Jake is so distracted by the kiss he barely feels Marc moving his hands further up, until one is finally lightly wrapped around his cock. He lets out a strangled moan at the feeling, the light touch of his hand almost feeling like too much after so much teasing.
Marc continues lightly stroking him, as he brings his other hand up to grab Steven by the hair, pulling his mouth off Jake. Marc pulls Steven closer to himself, capturing him in a kiss of his own, licking roughly into the other man’s mouth. Steven moans into the kiss, Jake letting out a moan of his own at the sight of his two headmates.
Jake brings his hands out, desperate to touch the men in front of him, only to have the hand on his cock removed. Jake lets out a pitiful whine at the loss, grabbing at Marc’s wrist to try and pull him closer again. Marc moves away from Steven, taking Jake’s wrists in his hands, and pinning them on the bed above him.
“You’re gonna keep your hands right here, like a good boy, or I’m going to have to punish you. Understand?” Marc says, a dangerous look in his eyes. Jake swallows roughly, eyes wide as he nods in understanding. “Use your words, baby.”
“Sí papi.” Jake moans, licking his lips, not breaking eye contact with the other man.
“Good boy.”
Marc takes his hands off Jake’s wrists, moving one hand back down to stroke his cock again. Jake lets out a loud moan at the feeling, hips bucking up into his touch, but hands staying in place.
Steven leans down in between Jake’s legs, kissing up and down the inside of his thighs. Jake gasps as he bites down, sucking on his skin, no doubt leaving a mark. Steven continues his assault up and down both of Jake’s thighs, before he stops, breath ghosting against his puckered hole. Steven darts his tongue out, licking a strip up his hole, making Jake moan loudly.
Steven grins against his hole, licking another strip up, before moving to gently prod his tongue at his hole, loosening him up. He loosens Jake up with little laps and sucks, before he is open enough he can stick the tip of his tongue in.
Jake feels all the breath leave his lungs as he does, clenching his hands in the pillows above him to keep from moving them. Between the joint effort of Steven eating him out and Marc’s hand still on his cock, he can feel himself get close.
“Mierda. Papi, please. I’m close.” Jake desperately moans out, his brain not sure whether to buck up into Marc’s hand or push back against Steven’s tongue. Steven starts increasing his efforts, sucking on his hole, as he fucks his tongue quickly in and out of him.
“Yeah, baby? You wanna cum for us? Go ahead, baby. You can cum.” Marc says, increasing the speed of his strokes. It only takes a few more strokes of Marc’s hands before he is coming with a shout. Marc and Steven don’t stop, working him through his orgasm, only pulling away once he’s whining in oversensitivity.
Jake feels like he’s floating, head buzzing and soft from his orgasm. He closes his eyes, a content smile on his face, as he feels Steven lean up and kiss him. Jake lazily kisses back, enjoying the feeling of Steven’s lips on his own.
He doesn’t notice Marc’s movement, until he feels a slick finger circling at his hole. Jake whines into Steven’s mouth, hips pushing back against the finger. Marc slips his first finger in, the finger entering easily from the mixture of the lube and spit.
Marc slowly fucks his finger in and out of Jake’s hole, loosening him up more, before slipping a second finger in. Jake gasps at the feeling, the stretch burning slightly but feeling perfect. He bucks his hips up, cock already starting to harden at Marc’s movements.
“Look at you, so needy and willing for us. You’re already getting hard again. Such the perfect little slut for us.” Marc teases, picking up the speed of his fingers, brushing against Jake’s prostate as he does so. Jake moans loudly, the combined feeling of Marc’s fingers and his words overwhelming him.
Steven shushes him, moving his mouth away, and bringing his hand up to Jake’s hair, stroking soothingly through it.
“You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. You look so pretty, all desperate and needy.” Steven praises, tugging slightly on Jake’s hair. Jake looks up at Steven with half lidded eyes, whimpering at the dual attention he is receiving. Steven continues to stroke at Jake’s hair, giving little tugs here and there, as Marc adds a third finger into him.
Jake is practically drooling at this point, mouth hanging open, lips red and swollen from kissing, and eyes unfocused from pleasure. He has marks covering his neck, chest, and thighs, courtesy of Steven, and he is leaking onto his stomach again, adding to the pool of cum there from his first orgasm. He looks like the picture of debauched, and Steven and Marc think they have never seen a prettier sight.
Marc continues fingering him, stretching him out a little bit more, before removing his fingers. Jake whines at the loss, hole clenching, trying desperately to get something back inside of it. Marc groans at the sight, grabbing Jake by the hips and flipping him over onto his stomach. Jake moves easily, allowing himself to be manhandled into whatever position Marc wants.
Marc pulls him back by his hips, so he is slightly further down the bed. Jake is confused why, before he feels Steven moving to sit where his head just was. Marc just stroke’s Jakes backside while Steven gets into position, kneading the soft flesh, before giving it a soft spank.
Once Steven is in position, he has his thighs on either side of Jake, a hand moving down to grab him by the hair again. Steven leads Jake up to his hard cock, Jake going easily. As soon as Jake is close enough, he darts his tongue out giving Steven’s cock kitten licks, staring up at him, waiting for him to give permission to do more.
“Go on, baby. Suck it,” Steven groans, pulling his hair slightly to get him to move. Jake moves immediately, wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking slightly, before moving to take him further down his throat. Steven moans at the feeling, pulling Jake’s hair harder, forcing him further down. Jake gags slightly at the intrusion, quickly recovering and taking more of Steven down his throat.
As Jake continues sucking Steven off, Marc slicks up his cock, bringing it down to rub at Jake’s hole. Jake moans around Steven’s cock, causing him to buck his hips up slightly, pushing himself further into Jake’s throat. Jake feels tears start to well up at his eyes, eagerly taking what Steven is giving him.
Marc starts slowly pressing in, not stopping until he is buried to the hilt. Jake lets off a gargled scream around Steven’s cock at the feeling, tears starting to fall down his face. Marc only gives him a second to get used to the feeling, before he is pulling out to the tip, and slamming back in again.
Marc’s thrusts start slow, but they are hard and deep, punching a moan out of Jake with every thrust. Jake has to pull back from Steven’s cock some, sucking just at the tip, and letting Steven thrust into his mouth however he needs.
Marc picks up his pace, slamming into Jake’s hole on every thrust. Jake lets out little cut off moans with every thrust, doing his best to suck Steven’s cock, but finding it hard with how intensely he’s being fucked. Steven doesn’t seem to mind however, fucking up into Jake’s mouth with vigor.
Jake feels himself get light headed from the amount of pleasure he’s feeling. The joint feeling of Marc and Steven fucking into him like he’s a toy, turning him on more than anything else ever has.
“Fuck, this tight little hole feels so good around my cock, baby. It’s like you were made for this. Wish you could see yourself, baby. You look so fucking good taking both of our cocks.” Marc grunts out, speeding up his thrusts even more, grabbing onto Jake’s hips hard enough he’s sure it’s leaving bruises. Jake moans around Steven’s cock, his own cock leaking onto the mattress below him.
Steven’s thrusts into his mouth are getting sloppier as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Jake increases his efforts, sucking and bobbing his head to the best of his ability. Steven moans loudly at the feeling, pulling harder on Jake’s hair.
“Yeah, just like that, baby. You take his cock down your throat so well.” Marc continues, voice low and rough. “Want you to cum on his face, sweetheart.” Marc says, addressing Steven this time.
Steven nods, fucking up into Jake’s mouth a few more times, before he is pulling him off by his hair. Steven moves one of his hands down to stroke furiously at his cock, keeping the other in Jake’s hair, holding his head up. Jake looks up at Steven through his lashes, sticking his tongue out in anticipation.
It only takes a few strokes before Steven is coming with a groan, cum splattering onto Jake’s cheek, chin, and a little bit on his tongue. Jake gladly takes it, a satisfied grin on his face. Steven keeps stroking his cock, squeezing the last few drops of cum out onto Jake’s face, before slapping his cock slightly on Jake’s tongue. Jake laps at Steven’s now softening cock, cleaning it off before pulling away and swallowing all the cum that landed on his tongue.
Steven smiles down at Jake, stroking his hand through his hair. Marc suddenly pulls out, making Jake let out a pathetic moan, before he is being flipped back onto his back. His head now rests on Steven’s stomach, his thighs on either side of his head. Marc grabs Jake’s thighs, pushing them apart, and back towards his chest before he is slipping back into his hole.
Jake lets out a loud scream at the feeling, glad he doesn’t have to worry about anyone hearing them, as he’s positive they would have gotten multiple noise complaints otherwise. Marc continues fucking into him roughly, practically bending him in half. Steven helps ground him, holding him with one hand across his chest, and one stroking through his hair.
“You look so gorgeous taking his cock, baby. God, I could watch you two for hours and not get bored,” Steven says, something close to reverence in his voice. Jake lets out a little whine, turning his face to bury it in Steven’s stomach, but finding himself held in place by the hand in his hair. “Don’t hide, baby. I want you to see how good you’re taking Marc’s cock. What a good boy you are for us.”
Jake feels tears stream down his face, the combination of Marc’s thrusts and Steven’s words too much for him. He needs to cum, he can feel himself get close. He’s desperate, pretty sure he could cum untouched. The thought alone brings him a little closer to the edge.
“Por favor, papi. Necesito correrme,” Jake chokes out, getting closer and closer with every thrust against his prostate.
“Yeah, baby? You need to cum? Go ahead, cum for daddy.” Marc grunts out, continuing rubbing against Jake’s prostate with almost every thrust. Steven brings his hand down to rub at Jake’s cock, but Jake quickly shoves his hand away. Steven gives him a confused look before Jake is explaining.
“Wanna cum untouched.” Marc moans at Jake’s words, speeding up impossibly faster as he roughly fucks into Jake’s abused hole.
Jake cries out, feeling more tears stream down his face as he gets closer and closer. He feels himself reach his peak, his toes curling, muscles tensing up, as he lets go. His orgasm hits him like a train, rushing through his whole body as he falls apart. Steven holds him through it, whispering soft encouragement in his ear that he can barely make out with how overwhelmed he feels. Marc continues fucking him, causing him to let out overstimulated little whines and moans, the feeling quickly becoming too much.
“Shh, baby. I’m almost done, you can do it. Just a little longer, baby.” Marc grunts out, his thrust getting sloppy as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. He thrusts into Jake four more times before he is coming with a low moan. He buries himself as deep as he can get into Jake’s hole, grinding into him as he cums.
Jake lets out a relieved little moan at the feeling, relishing in the feel of Marc’s warm cum filling him up. Jake brings his arms up, grabbing lightly at Marc’s shoulders, trying to bring him down towards him, but struggling with how tired he currently feels.
“Besame, papi.” Jake says with a little whine, still trying to pull Marc down towards him. Marc goes willingly, a smile on his face, as he leans down and kisses Jake. Jake sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Marc’s neck, holding him in place, right where he wants him. Steven continues stroking a hand through Jake’s hair, grounding him even further.
Marc pulls away after a couple minutes, Jake chasing after his lips with a pout.
“I know, baby, but we gotta get you cleaned up.” Marc explains, moving to pull out slowly so as not to irritate Jake’s fucked out hole. Jake whines at the feeling of Marc’s cum leaking out of him, bringing one hand down to finger it back into himself. Marc and Steven stare at him, awestruck at the absolutely obscene sight.
Jake sighs contentedly, savoring the feeling of his fingers in his hole, before pulling them out. They are covered in Marc’s cum, and he brings them up to his mouth, sucking and licking all the cum off of them. Marc swears at the sight, feeling his spent cock twitch. Jake pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a small ‘pop,’ smiling up at Marc with an absolutely fucked out look on his face.
“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking incredible.” Marc breathes out, moving down to kiss Jake again, tasting himself on his tongue. Steven watches them with a smile of his own, wondering how he got so lucky to have two such amazing men sharing his bed.
After another minute, Jake and Marc pull apart again, Marc getting up from the bed this time to grab a wet washcloth to wipe Jake down. While Marc is gone, Steven helps Jake sit up, leaning in and kissing him softly, massaging his shoulders to ease some of the ache of his arms being held up earlier.
Jake feels himself start to drift off slightly, kisses growing lazier and lazier. Steven pulls away, letting Jake rest his head on his shoulder, Marc returning a moment later. Marc and Steven work together to move and clean Jake, as the other man is more or less boneless at the moment.
As soon as Jake is clean, Steven is moving him to lay down in the middle of the mattress, laying down beside him. Marc throws the washcloth on the floor, to be dealt with later, as he lays down on Jake’s other side. Steven pulls the covers over all of them, Jake snuggling into each of their sides.
Marc and Steven bring their arms around Jake to hold him, Jake’s face buried in Marc’s chest, while his back is pressed to Steven’s. Jake is quickly drifting off to sleep, feeling nothing but content and safe in the other mens’ arms.
“Los amo, mis amores.” Jake mumbles, before falling into a peaceful sleep. He’s not awake to hear it, but both Marc and Steven give an answering, “I love you too” before they too drift off to sleep.