⌗ ┆𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . ᐟ . . . garrett graham & dean di laurentis
SUMMARY, you and garrett had planned a steamy evening together, only to find out he invited Dean.
A/N, dean and garrett. how can it get any better than that? if you see any writing errors pls message me!
WARNINGS, threesome, p in v, 18+ smut.
The weight room smelled like sweat, rubber mats, and the faint sting of pre-workout powder hanging in the air.
Music blasted through the speakers while hockey players crowded every machine, yelling over each other between sets. Plates clanged against bars, sneakers squeaked against the floor, and somewhere near the treadmills somebody was aggressively failing a bench press.
Garrett Graham sat at the bench press station with his elbows resting on his knees, breathing hard after finishing a set. Sweat darkened the collar of his black compression shirt, curls damp and pushed messily off his forehead.
Dean stood beside the rack spotting him, one hand gripping his water bottle while the other rested lazily against the bar.
“One more rep,” Dean said with a grin. “Unless your muscles finally gave up.”
Garrett shot him an exhausted glare before sitting up straighter. “You talk too much.”
Dean smirked. “And yet you’re still here.”
Garrett ignored that completely, grabbing his towel and wiping the sweat from the back of his neck. But Dean noticed the distracted look on his face immediately.
Garrett kept staring off toward the mirrors like he was thinking too hard about something.
Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. “Alright, what’s wrong with you?”
“That’s a lie,” Dean replied instantly, taking a sip of water while watching him carefully. “You look like you’re about to ask me for emotional advice.”
Garrett let out a dry laugh under his breath before standing up from the bench. “Look Dean, you’ve been with a good amount of women”
Dean nearly dropped his bottle.
“Oh my God,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “I always knew this day would come”
Garrett rolled his eyes and walked toward the dumbbell rack. “This doesn’t leave the weight room. We’re not having this conversation”
Dean followed closely behind him, grin growing wider. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Garrett grabbed two dumbbells harder than necessary. “It’s just that, I really want it to be good for her”
Dean shakes his head “If it’s her first time, she might not cum”
“Not an option. She has to cum” Dean’s eyebrows lifted instantly.
Dean leaned against the rack beside him, still grinning like this was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. “Who is she?”
“No one.” Garrett shook his head in annoyance, but there was the faintest hint of embarrassment written across his face.
Dean noticed that too. Which only made this better.
“Alright,” Dean said finally, calming down slightly. “First of all, don’t be weird.”
Garrett looked offended immediately. “I’m not weird.”
“Well.. there’s one thing that helps a girl cum. The single, most effected, highly recommended, enjoyed by all tools at your disposal” he points at Garrett.
“Trust” he finally lets out.
Garrett opened his mouth to argue before stopping himself.
Dean shrugged casually, spinning his water bottle in his hand. “She’s got to feel completely safe. Relaxed.”
Garrett stayed quiet for a second before finally saying, “She’s your childhood best friend.”
Dean blinked. Then his entire expression changed.
“Oh,” he said slowly. “Her.”
Garrett instantly looked annoyed. “Don’t start.”
Dean laughed softly under his breath, shaking his head. “This makes so much sense now.”
Garrett crossed his arms tightly. “I’m serious.”
Dean studied him for a moment before a knowing grin slowly appeared again.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I should probably come with you.”
Garrett frowned slightly. “Why?”
Dean looked at him like the answer was obvious. “Because she’s my childhood best friend.” Garrett stayed silent.
“She’ll be more comfortable if I’m there,” Dean continued casually, leaning one shoulder against the dumbbell rack. “And honestly? You clearly need guidance.”
Garrett scoffed. “I do not.”
Dean laughed immediately. “You absolutely do.” Garrett shook his head while trying not to smile.
Dean pointed at him confidently. “I’ll help you out. I’m doing you a favor.”
The knock at your dorm room door made you jump slightly.
You have had been sitting cross-legged on your bed surrounded by color-coded notes and open textbooks, quietly highlighting lines in your philosophy ethics reading when the sound interrupted the silence.
Your roommate was gone for the night, which meant you’d hadn’t been expecting anyone.
Especially not the both of them.
You pushed herself off the bed carefully and opened the door just enough to peek outside.
Garrett Graham was standing right in front of the door.
Your eyebrows lifted immediately.
Not because Garrett was there— but because Dean Di Laurentis stood beside him looking way too comfortable.
Your eyes widened instantly.
“Hey” Dean smiled brightly. “Missed us?”
You blinked at both of them, fingers tightening around the edge of the door. “Um…”
Your gaze flickered between them nervously before landing back on Garrett.
Garrett opened his mouth, but Dean answered first. “Okay, before you judge him,” Dean said while stepping inside casually, “he asked for my help.”
You moved aside automatically to let them in, though you still looked completely confused as she shut the door behind them.
The second both hockey players stood inside your tiny dorm room, the space suddenly felt painfully smaller.
Garrett’s broad shoulders nearly blocked part of your desk lamp light while Dean immediately made himself at home, tossing an energy drink onto her desk with an easy grin.
You stayed standing near the door awkwardly.
“What kind of help?” you asked quietly.
Garrett looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole already.
Dean, unfortunately, looked thrilled.
“Well,” Dean started proudly, dropping into your desk chair backward, “considering I’ve been with many women—”
Garrett groaned loudly. “Dean.”
“—I know a thing or two on how to pleasure a girl”Dean finished anyway, shrugging casually.
Your cheeks immediately warmed.
You looked down at the floor for a second, clearly unsure how to respond to that.
Dean noticed instantly and laughed softly. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re gonna take good care of you.”
You watched nervously as both boys moved toward the bed.
Garrett sat first, leaving space between them intentionally. Dean sat on the other side a second later, stretching out comfortably like he’d been there a hundred times before.
You stayed frozen near the desk for a second.
Garrett looked up at you. “Don’t be shy. This is why you asked for my help, remember?”
Your stomach flipped a little at the way he said it so gently.
You climbed onto the bed carefully, sitting stiffly between them.
Garrett’s arm brushing lightly against yours. Dean leaning close enough for you to smell his cologne.
The warmth radiating from both sides of you. It made you nervous in a way you didn’t know how to handle.
“You’re nervous,” he said gently this time. Placing his hands between your thighs.
Your eyes widened instantly. “No—I’m not.”
Garrett glanced sideways at you. clearly unconvinced.
“You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable,” he said quietly. “Seriously.” You shook her head instantly. You wanted this.
Garrett’s eyes dart back to you, a flash of anxious anticipation darting beneath his composed facade. He appears somewhat taken aback for a moment, as if he's questioning whether this is actually happening.
He immediately recognizes the change, and as you lean in and put your lips to his, he smiles confidently and sweetly once more.
Garrett’s eyebrows flare up in shock, and then he's all in, his hand finding the small of your back and drawing you a little closer as the spark between you crackles.
Dean clears his throat, but a grudging smile appears at the corners of his mouth.
As soon as you bite your lip, Garrettt kisses your shoulder and Dean kisses your neck simultaneously. You catch your breath as you feel Garrett’s lips, which are light and warm like a teather. Your breath catches, shallow and irregular. Dean, on the other hand, silently and steadily plants soft kisses along your neck as if he's trying to commit the moment to memory.
With your eyes virtually rolling back, you appreciate the intimacy as you lean into the sensation. Warm fingertips gently rest on Dean’s arm as your other hand strands Garrett’s hair, tense around it, and holds his head against your skin.
A shudder runs down your spine when Garrett’s breath lightly touches your collarbone.
As if to reassure you that you are still here with him, his hand lightly touches your thigh.
You move just enough to slide your top off, causing a gentle rustle of fabric as it falls next to the bed. "Oh my" Garrett pants, his voice low and raspy, heavy with surprise and something desperate, as the breeze brushes over your bare shoulders, cooler than expected and giving you goosebumps.
Dean leans in slowly, his lips meeting yours with a tenderness that quickens your heartbeat.
Garrett’s hands gently touch your breasts as his mouth follows, planting brief, gentle kisses along the sensitive skin that are light enough to send a chill down your spine. His breath caught, and the heat from his palms and the breeze from the ceiling fan caused your nipples to tighten to the point of agony as they strained against your bra's lace.
With his eyes meeting yours, Dean pulls back, breathing in long, deliberate gasps. He maintains eye contact with you for a little while, perhaps requesting permission in silence. The air between you is electric, full of desire and expectation.
You give him the go-ahead with a little nod.
After observing Dean for a while, Garrett chuckles quietly to himself as if he's not going to be outdone. In one fluid action, he pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it carelessly next to the bed.
Your fingers slowly find the zipper at your hip as you reach lower. The skirt pools at your feet as it slips down with a whisper of cloth against skin.
Unable to resist, Dean moved closer and ran his hand up your thigh, giving you chills. He grabs the lace panties that are on your knees, jerks them off entirely, and puts them in his pocket as you groan softly at his warm fingertips.
As Garrett fully removes your bra, exposing your breasts, you shudder. His mouth clamps onto a nipple. He is hot and eager. One of her hands was flowing through Garrett’s curls, drawing him further to your breasts, while the other was on Dean’s head, whose face was buried between your hips, tending to the aching desire deep within you.
Dean’s tongue licked the stripes between your pussy lips while his warm fingertips caressed your swollen clit with slow, careful circles. "Oh fuck" your hips twitch against his mouth, your back arching off the bed and into Garrett’s heated flesh as you moan as if he were the one getting all the pleasure. Dean raises his head, his chin glistening with your fluids and his own saliva.
They swiftly rise their hips and take off their boxers and pants all at once as your fingers find their waistbands and tug at the cloth.
They were swinging their cocks freely. Hard and pulsating with desire. You take Dean’s in your mouth and down your throat. Meanwhile, your hand goes out to caress Garrett’s cock, using your thin fingers to explore it and your thumb to tease its slippery, sensitive tip.
You alternate between them several times, taking Garrett’s whole length in your mouth, all the way down your throat. Your lips separate around him, hollowing your cheeks so that his hips buck. Dean, meantime, pants and groans while he watches you with Garrett.
Dean eventually positions himself over you, his thighs on either side of your hips, his intense eyes fixed on yours.
He moves, using your heat as lube mixed with his pre-cum, pressing the head of his cock against your folds as your thighs tighten into his sides. He also maintains eye contact.
The feelings were nearly overpowering. You are unable to concentrate on either Garrett’s gentle lips and tongue trailing kisses over your skin or the fire of his hazel eyes blazing through yours.
With a long, steady thrust, Dean’s cock vanishes within your body, causing your head to collapse onto the bed.
"Don't stop" as your hips rise uncontrollably in an attempt to draw Dean closer to you. Your head rolls back as Garrett reaches between your bodies to stroke your swollen clit while kissing your mouth while you groan.
"You're perfect" Dean pants in your ear, causing your face to heat up as he pushes his cock in and out of your sliding pussy.
Dean’s moaning noises are nearly your downfall as you lick your lip and swallow. You attempt to cling to anything—a strong arm, anything. Dean, engrossed in his own orgasm, pulls you in closer by tightening your legs around his waist.
He hits the sweet spot dip between your hips and you arch off the bed. A broken moan escapes your mouth as you reach your climax. Dean is already spilling deep inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum. "My turn, man. Get off" Garrett spoke.
You were left feeling empty as Dean pulled out, but it didn't take long for you to be stretched out once more, this time with Garrett’s cock and Dean’s come making it easier to reach and move, causing your already delicate body to tremble.
"Harder" you gasp squeezing your thighs around. Garrett’s , eyes rolling back.
"Yeah" you moaned urging him.
"Shit you like that huh?" He asks, his balls hitting your ass cheeks as he thrusts deeper inside of you in a mocking manner.
You groan, "I love it," as Dean’s tongue marks his territory once more on your neck and his hot, tingly breath touches your skin.
Garrett’s thrusts are slow and deliberate. They had their hands all over the place. Garrett is on your breasts, cupping and squeezing your skin as his breath tickles your ear, while Dean is nibbling on your neck. 
Garrett reaches his climax rapidly.
His raspy "Jesus" is enough to send a chill down your spine and push you over the brink.
After a few minutes, “She’s out,” he said quietly.
Dean stopped immediately, glancing over.
You we’re curled slightly onto your side now, one arm tucked beneath your cheek, and your breathing had slowed enough that it was obvious you’d been asleep for at least a few minutes.
Garrett looked down at you for a second before brushing a few strands of hair carefully away from her face.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said softly, pressing a light kiss against your forehead.
Then Dean leaned down beside him, quieter and more hesitant, like he was still figuring out how to be gentle with someone like you.
“Sleep well,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead too.
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