tell me where it hurts ꕤ tags ⸺ㅤ caleb + gideon + f!reader. explicit. threesome. handjobs. overstimulation. gideon focus. word count ⸺ㅤ 1.4k words. note ⸺ㅤ i’ve literally never written straight smut before so this required getting over a lot of personal hurdles!! please let me know how i did. (inspired by the lovely @/imissnanami and dedicated to the restaurant customers on twt. ♡)
Old habits die hard. Not that he noticed, but Caleb had an unavoidable habit he simply couldn’t help. It was his way of searching for permission, his way of reading people sometimes when forcing himself to be hyper aware of facial expressions and social cues got tiring.
Before he leaves for the grocery store, “Tell me if you want anything.” When he’s making his girlfriend dinner, “Tell me how it tastes.” When she’s feeling under the weather, “Tell me how you feel.” When he’s whispering to her in the dead of night, “Tell me what you need.”
That’s not to say he reserved this habit for his lover and her alone. Caleb liked to be helpful, to be depended on. It gave him a sense of duty. So, it didn’t come as a surprise to Gideon when he heard something else along those lines come out the man’s mouth.
“Tell me where it hurts.”
Gideon is dizzy for the first time in years. The last time he felt so utterly light headed was when he flew for the first time as a rookie pilot.
Despite his usual, cool-headed sense of composure, Caleb always found a way of breaking down every one of his defenses. Since the day they met, Gideon felt as if he was a subject under his roommate’s gaze. His violet eyes always seemed to command attention, especially right now.
After a passing, drunk remark followed by a lengthy conversation with permission from all parties, Gideon had agreed to let Caleb and his girlfriend help him ‘destress’ after a long day of work:
“You plan on squirming around this much the entire time, ‘de?” Caleb asks with a teasing sigh, fumbling with the other man’s belt. Gideon lets out a half-irritated groan, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Shut up…” He mutters beneath his breath, though the command seems to die on his tongue as his legs part with ease at the light insistence of caleb’s hands.
“You were right,” A voice emits from the doorway. Her. “His reactions are cute.”
Both of them, really, made him want to melt these days. Caleb’s endless teasing, combined with her curiosity and indulgence in chaos proved to be a lethal combination for Gideon’s poor heart.
She crosses the threshold of the bedroom quickly, making herself comfortable besides Gideon while her boyfriend rifles through the nightstand drawer.
“He talks about you all the time, did you know?” She hums, fluffing up the pillow behind him. Caleb and her had that habit, obsessively trying to be a good host. A perpetual need to please.
She presses a couple of light kisses against his jaw before pulling away at Caleb’s grumbled “Don’t start before I get there.”
“Alright, ready?” Caleb finally turns back around, his form looming over gideon and her.
The man’s eyes search both of their faces, looking for permission with an expression that seems to say “Please say yes.”
She gives an enthusiastic nod before turning to look at Gideon. All eyes are on him at the moment and he feels like a specimen beneath a microscope again.
He swallows dryly before nodding. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m good.”
With that, Caleb makes his move. He climbs onto the bed and lightly pushes Gideon against the mattress again. He makes quick work of Gideon’s jeans, sliding them off with a practiced confidence.
It looked like his friend was in a trance, but not unfeeling. Caleb’s hands trail beneath shirt, the warmth of his palms seeping into his skin.
“Off.” The command rolls off his friend’s tongue easily, like a second nature. Gideon can’t help but oblige, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He’d pick it up later.
Caleb follows suit, taking off his own shirt. He doesn’t reach for his belt, not yet. Instead, he sits in front of Gideon, his hands easily parting the other man’s thighs.
Gideon shivers as Caleb gives the waistband of his boxers an experimental snap, quickly glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. It doesn’t take long for his cock to harden, the head already blushing pink and drooling with evidence of his increasing arousal.
Caleb momentarily pulls away to pour lube in his palm before returning his hand to wrap around the length of Gideon’s cock. It’s cold against his feverish skin, slipping between Caleb’s fingers like wet river rocks.
“Tell me how it feels.” Caleb murmurs, his expression rather enamored by his friend’s cock in his hands. It’s not a request. It’s an order. A command to be so utterly vulnerable, to be the object of his attention just for this moment. Tell me how it feels. Tell me so I can do something about it.
“G-Good. Really good.” Gideon breathes out, trying to control himself and not thrust his hips up into Caleb’s grip.
His body is drawn tightly like a bow string, threatening to snap and fire at any moment. His taut limbs won’t obey what his mind is telling him to do, instead arching into whatever touch his best friend is willing to offer.
Caleb’s girlfriend rests her chin upon his shoulder, whispering teasing coos into his ear.
“Aw, look at you, Gideon. You’re so tense.” She purrs, her hand trailing along the hard plane of his chest. “You need us to help you unwind, isn’t that right?”
Her hand travels down to join Caleb’s, the soft pad of her thumb rubbing excruciatingly slow circles around the head of his cock. That seems to be the final nail in the coffin. It’s too much, the two of them. He can barely handle Caleb, what did they think was going to happen adding her into the mix?
“Wait— Fuck. I think I’m gonna...” He gasps, a concentrated heat beginning to build in his abdomen. “Caleb, [Name], waitwaitwait—“
A pathetic mix between a whine and scream rips from his throat as a climax comes crashing down on him. Caleb’s grip seems to tighten, as if coaxing every last drop from his sensitive cock. The mattress creaks and groans beneath him as he thrashes against the sheets, his hands grasping desperately at the soft fabric.
The sensation comes in a hot white, invading his senses with a tender burning. He feels like his entire body is on fire. Usually, he lasts longer than this. It’s embarrassing.
His chest heaves up and down as he clings to whatever composure he has left. His heart isn’t given the grace to cease its restless thumping as Caleb’s hand continues in quick, almost violent strokes. It sends shockwaves wracking through his entire body.
He squirms, shaking against the pillows like a leaf. “I just came—!” His voice comes out in a shrill wheeze, panting heavily. He feels his eyes rolling back, succumbing to the stimulation to his spent cock. “Fuck, what are you doing to me…?”
With a head full of cotton and lips smeared with drool, his head lolls against the headboard, the proof of his release splattered across his torso in pearly rivulets. For a moment, he relishes in the sound of the woman’s blissful laughter paired with the satisfied hum of his best friend.
But, he makes the mistake of searching for Caleb first in his post-orgasmic haze. His eyes. They’re so… intense. So hyper fixated on bringing him to the peak of pleasure. The brief moment of recognition between them is cut short when Gideon squeezes his eyes shut. Too many thoughts to process in one night.
A beat passes before he’s able to open his eyes again, unshed tears finally slipping down his cheeks. He quickly scrubs them away with the back of his hand.
For a moment, Gideon lays there, left with to battle with his thoughts while the two fuss about clean up and aftercare, buzzing about the bedroom as if they hadn’t just wrecked him completely— from a handjob no less.
He’s quiet as she wipes the cum from his stomach, quiet (and a little flustered) when she teases him about how long he lasted, quiet when Caleb ruffles his hair and leans down to kiss his girlfriend for a job well done.
He’s never been on display like that before, never been the center of someone’s reality, even for just a moment. Not until now.
He’d always observed from the outside, watching as Caleb and her seemed to shine in the light. Tonight, they had given him a glimpse of their world, let him into it almost. Is it bad that he wanted to stay there?
—Vaya, nos ha ido por los pelos. Te he sacado de ahí justo a tiempo.
—¿De qué estás hablando?
—Estabas a punto de arrancarles los ojos a esas niñas por haber estado mirando a tu demonio. Era inminente... Sus vidas pendían de un hilo.
—Tú no eres mi demonio.
—¿No? Pues me has besado como si lo fuera.
—Cierto.Y tú no sabes lo que es vivir, ni relajarte, ni tampoco sabes pasártelo bien.
—¡Sí sé pasármelo bien!
—No sabrías lo que es eso ni aunque te mordiera en el culo.
—Crees que soy una estirada —replicó ella levantando la barbilla, —una recatada.
—Iba a decir que parece que te hubieras tragado un palo, pero lo de recatada me vale.
—Quiero que aprenda a vivir la vida. Quiero que le saques la venda que se ha empeñado en llevar ante los ojos y de la que tanto depende. Creo que eres el tipo de persona adecuado para mostrarle todo lo que no sabe y no quiere saber. Ella es muy inocente, y llega un momento en la vida de una mujer en que la inocencia equivale a ignorancia.
—¡Estoy incómoda! —Nunca había pasado tanto rato sin ropa interior. —He perdido mi ropa, mis joyas. Mi portátil. ¡Ni siquiera llevo zapatos!
—Y ahora has conseguido que también yo esté incómodo.
Se quedó atónita al ver que él se colocaba bien ciertas partes.
—Tú... ¡acabas de tocarte!
—Soy un demonio, digamos que no soy precisamente recatado en estos temas.
Ella palideció.
—Pero no deberías... no puedes... no...
—¿Y qué quieres que haga? Llevo a una mujer muy atractiva en mi coche, una mujer que, además, no lleva braguitas. Así, ¿qué propones que haga para que estés más cómoda? ¿Quieres que me corte las pe...?
