WET-N-WILD part two read part one here
Frankie Morales x Benny's f!ex x Santiago Garcia | Rated: 18+ | word count: 4,068
Summary: You break and Benny break up and Santiago has a tub. Rub a dub dub.
warnings: weed smoking, break up, blow jobs, cumming on body parts, messy messy messy, sweaty people smashing pissers, men loving men is a good thing, longtime pining, subtle d / s overtones, threesome, everyone is high to various degrees, talk of bodies, mentions of weight gain, body appreciation, frankie is a cunning linguist, oral (both m & f receiving), dirty talking, santiago likes full bush and being cucked just a bit, santiago is a menace, frankie is a softy, some domesticity sneaks in bc beef
A/N: Let's all say hooooray for me FINALLY finishing a multi-part fic for the first time ever! Thank you to @for-a-longlongtime & @strang3lov3 for their love and support, to @noxturnalnymph & @bitchesuntitled for their eyes and sound judgement, and to @lotusbxtch for their yearning. This is the second part of an overdue submission for my #Santiago in the Tub challenge. Go me and my tardiness!
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Frankie seemed to slowly catch on to what was happening; his weed-fogged brain finally taking the hurdle over your very inaccurate comment about oil changes, and bringing him to the here and now. He stood up from the tub, soapy water dripping off his stomach and down his thick thighs. Both you and Santiago watched him rise, standing his full height. His fat body shining in the warm toned bathroom light, highlighting the damp thatch of pubic hair at the base of his semi-hard cock jutting out from below his belly.
An unintentional low groan escaped from both you and Santiago, causing Frankie to look between both of you, eyes nervous.
“What?”, he asked quietly.
You moved first. He was sporting a semi, and you needed something in you. And he looked good - real fucking good. You were focused on Frankie and getting his cock hard, but Santiago’s sudden grip on your wrist as you began to pass him caught you off guard.
“Oh Rabbit… baby… no.”, he cooed patronizingly as he pulled you towards him. “You’re in my house, in my bathroom, high on my weed. I call the shots, sweetheart. You want Frankie?”
You nodded dumbly at him, and he gave you a condescending lupine grin.
“Then get on your knees.”, Santiago said in a soft, dark command.
You could feel yourself getting wetter and your mouth began to water at the thought of having Frankie’s cock heavy on your tongue, feeling him harden between your lips. You sunk down and crawled towards Frankie.
“Atta girl…” Santiago’s praise carried the sound of his smile, watching your ass as you crawled on all fours towards Frankie.
You placed your hands on Frankie’s thighs and his large hand went into your hair, tugging you along as he backed towards the toilet and sat on the closed seat heavily.
“Come on, Fish…”, Santiago commanded in a low croon. “Rabbit needs one of her holes filled.”
Frankie swallowed hard, slack jawed and breathing quickly, his hand still in your hair, holding your head between his open thighs and facing up at him. His eyes were heavy and glassy, his wide pupils darted to your lips and back up. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. A bead of drool dripped down and landed on this thigh, and he let out an audible, guttural groan.
“Yeah… yeah, you do.”, he whispered huskily, his eyes flashing with something darker that you didn’t know was hiding in him, before gently tugging your head down to his cock. You wasted no time and greedily licked at his uncircumcised, semi hard cock. Your head bumped into his belly and he immediately stiffed and tried to suck it in.
“Don’t you dare-”
“Don’t do that-”
Both you and Santiago spoke at the same time. Frankie huffed and sat back against the toilet tank, swallowing hard and trying to get out of his head so you could blow him. Santiago seemingly couldn’t help himself, watching Frankie try and get over whatever insecurities were rumbling in his skull, and he stepped up next to him, leaning down. His hand went into Frankie’s curls and, much like the hold he had on you, Santiago gripped his hair, tilting his head back.
“Don’t do that.”, he said in a soft command. Santiago’s other hand went to Frankie’s middle and gripped it, giving his belly a shake. “Don’t ever think this isn’t fucking hot.”
He kissed Frankie at the same time you took his length in your mouth, caressing it with your tongue, and feeling him harden quickly. Frankie groaned into Santiago’s mouth as you sucked and began to bob your head.
Santiago deepened the kiss, the hand that was on Frankie’s belly came up and cupped his jaw. You kept at it, pulling back enough to suck on the tip and run your tongue along the slit, causing him to buck his hips and break from the kiss.
Panting, Frankie let out a whine as he tugged you by your hair back. “Baby… please… I-I ca-... you’re gonna make me cum…”
Santiago grunted, gripping Frankie’s chin and making him look up at his face, and growled, “That’s the point.”
He kissed Frankie harshly again, swallowing his panting and moans as you began to jerk him off. Christ, he looked beautiful like this. Sitting above you whimpering into Santiago’s mouth, body trembling. Precum was beading at his tip, and you leaned down and licked it up. His hips jerked, and his mouth pulled back again, but Santiago didn’t let him get far.
Frankie’s hips jerked again and his balls started to pull tight. Something in you decided that you wanted to see Frankie really lose it. You wanted to see that darkness in his eyes again, so you removed your hand, letting his achingly hard cock go and slap up against his belly.
Santiago released Frankie from the kiss when a low whine emitted from the other man and he looked down. First, at Frankie’s cock then at you.
A smile tugged on Santiago’s mouth with a knowing glint in his eye. “Rabbit… you being a bad girl?”
You returned the smile and sat back on your ankles. Frankie looked at you, wrecked.
“Ah no… honey… please, baby… don-don’t leave me like that… I- I was almost there…”, he pleaded through pants. He reached out, clumsily trying to grab you, to pull you back to him, but to no avail. You giggled and pulled away from him.
Santiago continued his cheshire grinning, and tutted you. “Naughty girl, Rabbit…” He looked at Frankie, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the other man’s temple and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, then murmured, “She thinks you don’t have it in you, Fish… thinks you’re all soft and slow… but I know you… I’ve seen what this fucking body can do… seen you get what you want when you want it…”
The way Santiago spoke about Frankie, you knew it was for both of you. He was trying to hype up the other man while setting the scene for you and what kind of bear you were poking.
“You want her, huh, Fish?”, Santiago continued, and Frankie’s eyes locked onto you with that same darkness that had piqued your interest and he nodded, then stood up.
Santiago smiled smugly at you. “Know what you just did there, Rabbit?”
Frankie was now standing over you, and you were looking up at him, his size made even more intimidating at this angle with the way he was staring you down. “Up. Now.”
There was an excited snickering coming from where Santiago stood back by the toilet. “Oh Rabbit… he’s got you now! You have no idea what kinda weight this big guy can put behind his moves. You’re fucked!”
You stood up, trying to keep your nerves and excitement at bay, trying to remain as composed as Frankie did with his intense stare. Indignantly, you crossed your arms and looked up at him with a forced unimpressed expression.
“So?”
Frankie didn’t respond, at least not with words. He leaned down and threw you over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. In your shock at this turn of events, your only clue to where you were going was Santiago excitedly following behind you, cackling with glee as he said, “Bedroom, Fish!”
Apparently, Frankie taking charge and using brute force was a favourite thing of his.
You landed on the bed with an oof! and Frankie was grunting as he crawled up with his head down, his nose dragging against the damp contours of your body.
Santiago groaned at the sight, lighting another joint and taking a puff as he stood leaning on the doorway. With the joint seated between his lips, he began to lazily jerk himself. His eyes were heavy and his breath hitched as Frankie’s lip caught on your collar bone, his tongue flicking out and licking your skin…. Santiago could have that image on repeat and he could fuck his fist for the rest of his life with it.
“That’s it, Fish… That’s it…”, he groaned as Frankie’s tongue laved across your skin, from your shoulder up your neck.
Frankie had you pinned, his hips pressing your thighs wide and body into the mattress, one great hand holding both your wrists together and above your head. If you wanted to get away, you might be able to with great effort but his heavier body on yours felt so good.
“...so big…”, you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as his mouth sucked messily on that spot that sent you spinning along your jaw.
“Yeah, he is…”, Santiago agreed. His voice was low and raspy, and he moved to lay beside you while Frankie shifted above you. Santiago handed the joint over and you took a hit, held your breath, holding the smoke in your lungs for a beat. Frankie staddled your waist, then grabbed your face and turned your head to him and leaned down, inhaling through his mouth hovering over yours as you exhaled. Your hands smoothed up his thick thighs, fingers causing divots where they dug in.
“What’s your plan, big guy?” Your voice was far softer and calmer than you thought it should sound, but that was more than likely the weed taking over, you thought. The way Frankie held your gaze was intense and yet completely disarming, and for that moment, it was just the two of you on that bed.
That was until Santiago had a coughing fit next to you. You both looked at him as he cleared his throat, his eyes red and watery. He shot you both a hazy grin. “Hey.”
Frankie gave him a bit of an eye roll and began to move off of you, and you assumed he was done. “Hey! Nononononono! Come back!”
“”M not goin’ anywhere… just…”, Frankie paused, seemingly a bit on edge, before his tone got a little sharper, and he settled in, wedging his broad shoulders between your thighs. “Wanna eat your pussy and after that from Pope, I don’t know how to segue to that smoothly outside of just - you know - just goin’ for it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
In your life, you had gotten eaten out a bunch of times, and more often than not, they were only noteworthy because of how bad it was or something occurred during the act that made the memory latch on to something in your brain. But this??? This was something else entirely.
You weren’t sure if Frankie was born with the innate skill to eat pussy like this or he had become this adept from eating chicken wings and using his tongue to get the last bits of meat from between the bones, thusly creating a monster. But it didn’t matter how he got here. What mattered right now in this very moment was you had never, ever felt anything like this in your life and you were sure you never would again.
Your core tensed enough that your upper body raised off the bed as your breaths came out in sharp pants. Your face hurt from how hard your eyes clenched and when your vocal chords finally turned on, the sounds that came peeling from your throat were inhuman.
“Oh fuck yeah…”, Santiago grunted excitedly next to you, flipping over to put the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table, then flipping back to you. His mouth was on your jaw, groaning his words into your skin. “That’s it… yeah, you like that… didn’t know Fish was a fuckin’ beast, huh?... man likes to eat…”
Your thighs shook and tried to close from the intensity, but Frankie’s arms curled under your leg, one had tugged a thigh back while the other hand’s thumb rubbed your clit. You shrieked out, hands gripping Frankie’s hair.
Santiago hooted out a laugh, and grabbed your wrists, tugging your hands out of Frankie’s hair. “Rabbit!”, he cackled out, playfully slapping your hand to get you to let go, “Be nice!”
A growl erupted from between your legs and one of Frankie’s hands shot out, grabbing yours and pulling it back into his hair. The pathetically moaned whine that came from Santiago at Frankie’s action, made you whip your head towards him and caused Frankie to pause and look up over your bush at him.
“Fuck… that was so hot... “, Santiago panted, back to jerking himself. “You like it as rough as you give it, huh, Fish?”
Frankie didn’t answer, just ducked his head back down and continued to tongue fuck your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit roughly. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your moaned breaths panted out of you.
Santiago got close to you again and gently held your throat. His nose pressed against your cheek bone as he continued to murmur filth against your skin.
“You gonna cum for Fish, Rabbit? Gonna squeeze his tongue in your little cunt? He wants that, y’know… loves that. Loves eating pussy, and he seems to really love your pussy…”
You could feel Frankie being egged on, hearing Santiago’s words. He grunted and snorted, doubling down on his movements, tongue and thumb, and your legs began to shake in his hold.
“Atta girl, Rabbit… paint his fuckin’ face… come on…”
“Frankie!”, you yelped, your core muscles tightening as your body lurched and spasmed. Colours exploded in your vision as Santiago’s hold on your throat moved to your jaw, holding you in place.
“Take it, baby… just lett’im eat… good girl…”
You writhed and cried out, screeching as Frankie didn’t let up. Santiago held you in place, watching your face skew in pleasure and ecstasy. When Frankie finally pulled away and sat up, his breathing was heavy and his eyes locked on your chest moving up and down quickly. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing your release further on his face and in his patchy facial hair.
You were a mess; legs and hands shaking, chin quivering, small unintelligible sounds coming from between your barely parted lips, brows tenting over closed eyes. In that moment, Frankie couldn’t fathom what the fuck was wrong with Benny. You were perfect. He leaned over you, planting a hand on the side of your head opposite Santiago while his other hand pumped his shaft.
Santiago watched, that same grin pulling across his face. He licked his lips before nodding and speaking with a quiet eagerness. “Please tell me I get to watch you fuck her.”
Frankie’s eyes didn’t move from your face as you opened yours slightly. He dipped his head down and you could smell your scent as he nudged his nose against yours before kissing you, tasting your tangy musk.
Santiago let go of your jaw but didn’t move away, just rolled onto his back. His hand went to his achingly hard cock, gripping the base.
“Please… come on, fuck her… I wanna watch you ruin her… I’ll cum on her tits…”, he grunted, his body twitching with anticipation.
Frankie, without breaking the kiss, reached between your thighs and hitched one up, your calf halfway on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, you probably would have balked at being manhandled into a pretzel but your brain was already mush and this was just about the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. The tip of his cock slipped through your folds before finding your hole, then his hips jerked and all 8.5 inches of him plunged into you. You let out a gasping cry into his mouth.
Santiago pathetically whined, still gripping the base of his cock, his body shuddering with the desperate need for release. He was falling apart just watching Frankie’s skin slapping into yours.
“Fish - fuck! Please… let me - Jesus tap dancing Christ! - let me cum on her tits…when you cum… lemme just - ungh!... lemme cum w-with you….”
Frankie’s mouth pulled from yours, his heavy breaths cascading over and in your open mouth, and your own breathing was marred with strained vocalizations and semblances of words.
“Fra -... Frankie… pl-please… oh-oh-oh god!”
Your eyes only opened for a fraction of a moment, and in that brief glimpse, you saw Frankie, sweaty, heavy, heaving, above you in the same plane of falling apart as you were. His hair was damp with sweat and any other fluids that got into it, some stuck to his forehead and curling slightly against his brow, and his eyes were barely open, watching you. Panting breaths puffed out between his parted lips and you swore you saw the faintest tug on his mouth, only one side making the dimple there a little more noticeable.
“Need you to cum for me, baby…”, he grunted. Santiago heard him, groaning as his fist began to pump his shaft, but those words had to have been just for you.
You were close already, but the sudden intimacy of that moment careened you over the edge, your convulsing walls pulling Frankie down with you.
Despite the plan Santiago apparently had, he did not cum on your tits. As soon as Frankie came, he collapsed on you and then Santiago rolled on his side, jerking his cock as white ropes shot all over the dip connecting your upper thigh to your torso. His cum dripped down and onto the bed and pooled where Frankie’s outer thigh met your inner thigh.
The three of you laid in Santiago’s bed, sticky and breathing hard.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but it was Frankie who moved first. He pulled out and off you without a word and left the room. Sitting up on your elbows, you looked at Santiago who just shrugged in response, rolled over to grab the joint in the ash tray on the bedside table and sparked it up again. After taking a hit, he handed it to you.
You passed the joint back and forth in silence before Santiago spoke. “Benny’s a fuckin’ idiot.”
You huffed out a laugh, not expecting that. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Santiago grinned as he inhaled another toke, and then let it out with a raspy chuckle. “It means he’s a fuckin’ idiot. Love the guy, but you… Jesus, Rabbit…” He shook his head with a smile. “We’re not letting you go like that asshat.”
A warmth bloomed in your chest, and you were sure whether it was the weed taking effect or yu reacting to his words, but you accepting the sensation nonetheless.
You smiled and laid back down, head facing him. “Oh, is that how this is, huh?”
He nodded. “Yeah…” Santiago leaned in and kissed you softly then spoke against your mouth. “That’s how this is.”
It wasn’t a passionate or intense kiss, just a simple bit of punctuation to end his sentence, and you got the feeling he has run out of words so this was the best he could offer.
The kiss was interrupted by the sound of the shower turning on followed by Frankie returning to the room.
“Where the fuck did you run off to, Fish?”
Looking a little sheepish, Frankie ran his hand through his hair. “Needed a drink and… and figured we could use a shower given you came on us, asshole.”
Santiago grinned and looked rather pleased with himself and you laughed. He got up off the bed and nicked the joint from your fingers, dousing it in the ashtray. He then grabbed your hands and hoisted you out of bed.
“To the shower!”, Santiago hollered.
A few months went by, and it dawned on you that Frankie didn’t suck his stomach in anymore.
You noticed it first on a lazy Sunday, sprawled across Santiago’s couch while something mindless played on TV that none of you were actually watching. Frankie was half-reclined at the other end, shirt riding up just enough to expose the soft curve of his belly. He didn’t shift, didn’t subtly tug fabric down, didn’t quickly inhale when you looked his way.
He just looked comfortable, and Santiago seemingly noticed, too.
“Look at you.”, he mused from where he had his head in your lap, eyes flicking up toward Frankie seated next to you on the couch. “All relaxed. What happened to the guy who used to damn near pass out trying to look skinny?”
Frankie rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t any bite to it. “Shut up.”
You grinned, dragging your fingers lazily through Santiago’s hair and leaned your shoulder against Frankie’s. “No, he’s right. You used to do that all the time.”
Frankie glanced at you, a little wary but not defensive. And yet he still didn’t shift to make himself smaller.
“Yeah, well…” he muttered, scratching absently at his stomach. “I didn’t have an audience like this before.”
Santiago huffed a laugh. “Oh, please! You had me!”
Frankie shot back with feigned irritation, but you could see the amusement and delight in the attention poking through. “Yeah, and you were the problem.”
That earned a bark of laughter, and Santiago shifted, tilting his head up just enough to look at him properly.
“Problem?” he repeated, amused. “I made you better, Fish.”
Frankie snorted, but his gaze drifted and landed on you, and lingered for a beat. It was that look again. The one he gave you that first night. It was still there, never really left, but it had just steadied. Less like something he was afraid of, and more like something he knew how to hold.
You tilted your head with a half way, lazy smile. “What?”
He shrugged, like always, and looked at you with a matching, small grin. “Nothin’.”
“Bullshit!”, Santiago cut in immediately, pointing up at him with a smug smile. “He was thinking about the first time you showed up at my door like a stray!”
You gasped, feigning offense as you turned your attention to his head on your lap. “Excuse you, Santiago! I was in a crisis!”
“You were holding a laundry basket and stunk.”, he countered. “Not exactly life or death.”
“Personal hygiene-wise, it was.”
Frankie laughed, soft, warm, and it pulled something in your chest tight in the best way. That was new, too. Or so you thought, but you just hadn’t noticed it before.
The way things had settled between the three of you; not into anything neat or labeled, but something consistent and comfortable. You did stay over a lot, and Frankie did, too. Sometimes all three of you ended up in the same place without planning it, like it just made sense, like it was gravity.
“Still think Benny was an idiot.”, Santiago muttered, almost to himself.
You nudged him lightly with your knee. “You said that like a hundred times.”
“And I’d say it a hundred more.”, he replied easily. “Man had you and fumbled. Tragic.”
Frankie hummed in agreement, quieter. “Yeah.”
You glanced at him again. There wasn’t any jealousy in this thing you had with them anymore. Whatever weird, tangled thing had lived there in the beginning had worn down into something easier, something that filled the spaces between the three of you and had you perfectly molded together.
“You two were unbelievable.”, you said, but you were smiling.
Santiago turned his head just enough to press a quick, lazy kiss somewhere against your thigh. “And yet, you keep coming back.”
You huffed. “Debatable.”
Frankie leaned over then, closer than necessary, shoulder bumping yours. “Nah…”, he said, low and certain. “Not really.”
And there it was again, that quiet confidence he hadn’t had before. Not loud like Santiago’s sharpness. Just solid.
You looked between them; Santiago, all teeth and chaos and knowing exactly what he was doing and Frankie, softer edges, steady hands, and that weight - literal and otherwise - that he finally wore like it belonged to him.
And somehow, somewhere between a broken shower, a bad relationship, and a bathtub you definitely hadn’t planned on sharing, this happened.
You leaned back into the couch, letting your leg fall over Santiago’s, your shoulder settling against Frankie’s side.
“Fine.”, you sighed, like you were conceding something. “Maybe I liked it here.”
Santiago grinned immediately. “Knew it.”
Frankie didn’t say anything, instead just letting his hand rest warm and grounding against your arm.
A messy start with messy people, but it worked, and none of you were in any hurry to question it.
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