in love with the mess - day fifteen
summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?
content : fluff, smut, so much smut I don't even know where to start, more fluff
length : 8k
taglist: @somebodyels3 @fadingangelwisp @malice-ov-mercy @ami-gami @babygirlchuuya @alwaysfightforwhoyouare
a/n : didn't think we'd ever get there but here it is, the last day of tour and the last chapter before the epilogue! thank you to everyone who still wants to read even though I made you wait forever, I love you all
•••
day fifteen
Two things happened at once: Oli ran out of the room so quickly he almost fell flat on his face–and I broke into tears. He didn’t stop, way out of earshot by the time the first sob audibly wracked through me. I desperately wiped my eyes, willing the tears away just enough to allow me to get up and move into the hotel corridor myself. Noah. Noah. Noah. It was all that was in my head.
Noah was in the hallways, presumably coaxed out by Oli breaking down his door knocking, now pressed against the wall, locked in the tightest embrace and a passionate kiss with the other man. They were intertwined to the point where it became impossible to tell one from the other.
I wiped a few more tears as I approached, softly placing a hand on Noah’s shoulders. They separated reluctantly, but as soon as Noah saw me, he wound his arms around me just as tightly, pulling me into him, mouth crashing against mine with a need and a clarity that hadn’t been there before. Oli held us both close, his arms our safe haven, as if the reality of what we’d all just admitted to each other was still fragile enough to break into pieces if he wasn’t careful enough.
It wasn’t until a group of people passed us by, chatting away and eyeing us ever so suspiciously, that we felt the need to move. Out of the hallways, away from the public eye, back into Oli’s room, into our personal place of refuge. Just the three of us.
I couldn’t tell whether I needed to laugh or cry, the relief of everything that was now finally settling down between us pushing me to do both at the same time, and Noah and Oli joined in effortlessly. All the stress, the worries, the overthinking from the last few weeks just fell off us. I’d never felt lighter. We exchanged kisses, touches, words of nothing and everything at the same time. It didn’t need to make any sense. We all knew.
Then, first in waves and suddenly all at once, exhaustion took over us. With the release of the tension we’d been holding on to so tightly, our bodies simply folded under the easing pressure. My hands were on their bodies, unwilling to go a single second without touch, theirs on me, all of us slowly undressing each other with a softness that brought me to tears. There was no hurry this time, no overwhelming need to get each other naked. Now, we only craved each other’s souls. Falling into Oli’s bed, a mess of limbs and laughter. Lightness.
Oli turned the lights off, only just allowing me to set an alarm for the next morning under heavy protest, before all electronics were effectively from the bed, then Oli enveloped me and Noah as much as he physically could at the same time, squishing me in the middle. I’d never felt so content in my life.
“Thank you,” Noah mumbled, so quietly that I almost missed it.
“What the hell are you thanking us for?” Oli chuckled, not unkindly, and squeezed Noah’s hand a little more where it rested on my hip.
“For being patient with me,” he replied, burying his face further into my neck and my hair and making it even more difficult to hear him. Hiding was pointless anyway–the room was still so dark, none of our eyes adjusting just yet, that we wouldn’t have seen him blush if we’d tried. But we both knew. “For not listening when I warned you off and told you not to get too close.”
I knew the last part was directed at me. The conversation was still so vivid in my head, him in bed, overwhelmed by exhaustion, me kneeling next to it, somehow undeterred. I’d been so confused, so terrified of my own feelings back then, so unaware of how deeply I was falling for him and Oli both, but some part of me had still been stubborn enough to keep trying.
“Always. We love you, Noah.”
I waited for some sort of agreement from Oli but all that could be heard in the room was his breath evening out and the slightest hint of a snore.
“Old man had enough excitement for the day I think,” Noah chuckled, pressing a kiss to my mouth. “He’s got the right idea though. Sleep?”
“Sleep,” I confirmed, a serene smile on my face.
This was happiness.
•••
Surprisingly, I woke up before my alarm. Even more surprisingly, I realised as my senses came back to me, so did Oli and Noah. They were conversing in low voices, words that didn’t quite reach my brain in a way that made sense just yet, and when I turned around, I saw that they were tightly tangled up.
Noah’s hand was absentmindedly stroking Oli’s hair, who looked like he was about to pass out from absolute bliss. I was at the other end of the bed, having woken up in the night for a bathroom break and by the time I’d gotten back, Noah had claimed the middle spot. I hadn’t minded all that much–the two of them were living heaters, especially if both of them were attached to me at the same time. Still, it had only seemed logical to steal the blankets. It wasn’t like they particularly needed them.
“What the fuck are you two babbling about,” I groaned, pulling said blankets higher and hiding my face underneath. I had no idea what time it was, but I’d decided it was too early. The toll of the previous day had made me more sleepy than usual and my two men were the current reason I couldn’t give into the urge to get some more rest.
My two men.
I hid the smile under the blankets too, afraid it could split my face in half.
“You, obviously,” Noah laughed, roughly pulling the blanket down just to drag me across his body instead, forcing me to join the cuddle pile once again. I desperately tried to ignore his display of strength and how easily he manhandled me. Oli pressed a kiss to my shoulder as I settled on top of Noah.
“Good or bad?”
“Very good,” Oli replied. “In fact, we were just discussing how none of this would have happened without your stubborn arse pushing us again and again. Let’s face it, Noah and I would have never gotten this far without you. So we think you deserve a little reward.”
I pressed my face into Noah’s chest, which rumbled as he chuckled.
“We have a few hours between soundcheck and the show. What do you say we treat you a little?” Oli squeezed my butt harshly, as if there could be any doubt what he meant. “What do you say, doll? What do you need from us? This is gonna be all about you, you just gotta let us know what you crave.”
I felt my face burning as Noah held me a little more tightly. I wasn’t quite sure why the idea of telling them was making me so nervous after everything we’d already done with and to each other. Especially because I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Hey,” Noah whispered while Oli kept unceremoniously playing with my arse, giving it a smack out of nowhere that had me flinching and biting back a sigh. “If I managed to admit that I wanted Oli to fuck me, you can do it too.”
The thought did indeed ease my nerves a little.
“I, um… I want you to be rough with me.” The comfortable silence and the fact that I could feel Noah grow a little underneath me encouraged me to go on. “Like, when you… pull my hair or– I don’t know, choke me a bit. Like I’m just your toy.” My face was positively burning up now. I’d never been quite this honest about my desires before but I knew that if there were any people I could trust with them, it was these two. “Degrade me a little.”
Oli smacked my arse again–or rather, spanked it with so much force that my whole body shook on top of Noah.
“So you want to be our doll? I knew I’d chosen that name for a reason,” he chuckled darkly. “Let’s see how well our little slut does then, yeah? Pick us up from soundcheck wearing something nice. Really nice. Think you can do that?”
I nodded dumbly. It was enough for them.
•••
The day wasn’t passing quickly enough. After Oli and Noah had left, I had taken an elaborate shower with just about all the skincare and pampering I could think of and then picked up Lia for lunch. I didn’t even need to tell her that her plan regarding Noah had worked – apparently the unwavering smile on my face told her enough. Which didn’t mean that we didn’t spend the next hour picking apart the whole evening and every single detail of it.
She ended up sending me away to pick up the two men much earlier than necessary, claiming she was more than fine hanging out with Becky, who she had somehow declared to be her new second best friend and who had allowed her to watch the soundcheck from the sound booth, which felt like an insane déja vu. I wasn’t complaining though - my entire being felt like I’d just been violently thrown into a honeymoon period and all I wanted was to bask in it like a cat in a sun spot and stare at my boyfriends until they got fed up with me.
Still, I took the time to drop back into my hotel room. Oli had specifically requested something really nice. I wasn’t quite sure if this was what he’d had in mind – but I was pretty sure it would work out in his favour as much as it did in mine. Never mind Noah. I had a certain feeling he’d love this.
I rant my hands over my thighs as I pulled up the item in question, taking care to prepare myself as perfectly as possible. The airy fabric of the dark red dress fell over my head and onto my body in perfect ripples. As I stood in front of the mirror, watching myself bend down to put on my boots, I could feel the excitement lighting up in myself. It was silly, really, but the mere idea of seeing Noah and Oli again in a little while already had me squeezing my thighs together.
The uber wasn’t quick enough as I fidgeted in the backseat and the walk through the venue was much too long. Bad Omens were still in the middle of their soundcheck when I arrived, which suited me just fine, when I spotted Oli standing side-stage, watching.
“Hey, you,” I mumbled as I hugged him from behind, my arms wrapping around his middle. I wasn’t quite sure if he even heard it, both with the music still loudly playing and me being too small to speak into anything but the fabric of his shirt. Still, he immediately turned around to envelop me, holding me close and swaying us, just for a moment.
“Looks like you follow directions well,” he mused when he tore himself from me, mustering my choice of dress, ending at my knees. “Twirl for me, doll.”
I did as told, although much slower than he would have expected, making sure the skirt flew just so, but didn’t give away too much.
It wasn’t a view for the public.
“You naughty thing.”
Oli pulled me close again, just to push me backward until we were mostly hidden from view, in between gear and boxes stacked high enough to conceal the majority of what was going on. His hands landed on my thighs as soon as my back had hit a solid wall, travelling up the thin material of my stockings until they reached the lace band. He fumbled up with the clasp that connected them to the suspender belt, as if threatening to undo it, pulling on it so it would snap back, then feeling along the slim piece of fabric, higher upward.
“You really know how to treat us, hm? Wait until Noah finds out about this.”
“Wait until you find out about this,” I replied, grabbing his hand and pushing it even further up my dress, letting him find–
“Fucking hell, Aubrey,” Oli groaned, his fingers delicately running along my naked pussy, his forehead coming to rest against mine as our breathing intertwined. I tried not to shiver under his featherlight touch, knowing there was so much more to come, but even just the act of getting ready had gotten my aroused. “Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl but you’re just jumping at the chance to be a little whore for us.”
Kicking my legs apart with his feet, he let a finger trail through my wetness, swallowing my quiet gasp in a kiss, then stepping back and letting go of me altogether. My body followed, pathetically, desperate to get more, but he just laughed darkly. As if on cue, the music stopped, replaced by a lot of shuffling and moving gear around as Bad Omens finished their soundcheck and everyone prepared for Bring Me to take over.
“Noah!” Oli called out blindly and I thought it was mainly luck that the man appeared behind him almost instantly. The smile that erupted on his face when he saw me, in my dress, leaning against the wall, was so pure and all-encompassing that I almost forgot about the atmosphere Oli and I had just created. Then Oli leaned into him, whispered something I didn’t catch and put his finger – the finger that had just been between my legs – against Noah’s mouth. And he swallowed willingly.
Someone was shouting for Oli.
“Take care of her until I’m done, yeah? I’ll join you after soundcheck. You know what we talked about.”
Neither of them budged when I tried to find out what exactly they had talked about but if Noah’s “taking care” was anything to go by, I’d have a hell of a night ahead of me. As soon as Oli had left, Noah all but pushed me back into the corner we’d previously occupied, him half leaning against, half sitting on some of the boxes, just to pull me in front of him so I could watch at least some of the stage from our hiding place. As if I could concentrate on anything at all with Noah’s hands on me, my back resting against his chest, my butt almost in his lap.
The first time his fingers wandered under the skirt of my dress, I assumed he’d explore a little, allow himself an inappropriate touch or two, as the fabric moved upward. He only just managed to keep me decent if someone were to suddenly look at me, although I was pretty sure the straps from my stockings were ever so slightly on show. I barely flinched when he traced between my legs, widening my stance just a tiny bit so he could touch me more easily.
Even when he briefly touched my clit, chuckling at the shiver that so obviously took over my whole body, I wasn’t too worried yet. He did like to tease. It wasn’t unexpected. Feeling along the line of the straps, snapping them a little harder every time he heard me gasp, feeling my wetness again and again.
Oh, how naive of me to think that would be the extent of it.
Because the next thing I felt was a finger pushing in, slowly but steadily, and my knees almost buckled underneath me. Seemingly satisfied with how wet I was, how I was desperately biting my own lip to keep quiet, he let another one follow immediately.
“Noah-”
“Shh.”
It was on the verge of too much, two large fingers relentlessly fucking into me, but I knew he was only just getting started. I wanted to move, grind down on him, get more, but it was impossible without giving anything away, even in our dark corner with no one around. Then he pulled out, just to return to my clit, fingers now dripping wet with my arousal, playing with me just the way he knew how to.
Noah had no trouble getting me close. I felt the beginning of my telltale signs appearing, my legs getting a little shaky, my breathing now anything but level, as he rubbed faster. Another hand appeared on my thigh, holding me steady, and just as I thought I was ready to stumble over the edge, he removed both of his hands, almost leaving me to literally fall.
“What the–”
I turned around, face red from my denied orgasm and a little bit of rage, but Noah simply looked smug, once again popping his fingers into his mouth for a taste.
“Come on, be a good girl,” he grinned, holding his clean hand out to me. I took it, foolishly, so he could pull me closer, turning me around again so my back slotted against him, my body in between his knees as he finally hopped onto the box behind him completely, legs spread to make room for me. Looking back towards the stage, I suddenly caught a stagehand’s eye – the very second Noah plunged his fingers into me again. My hands grasped onto his thighs, needing something to hold onto as the worker directed his attention elsewhere again.
“Noah, there’s people here, I can’t–”
“Well, then, good thing I’m not letting you come anyway.”
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but the reality of how much longer Oli might take with soundcheck, how many times Noah could possibly take me to the brink and then deny me what I was begging for sounded like straight up torture.
And Noah wasn’t taking it easy on me.
He forced the rush on me again, and again, and again, until I was all but collapsing against him. My whole body felt on the edge, every time he touched me it took less and less time to get me close, but he kept pulling away, again, and again, and again, until I felt tears stinging my eyes. By the time Bring Me The Horizon finished their soundcheck, I was barely hanging on enough to even realise the music had stopped.
Oli appeared out of nowhere – according to my clouded brain anyway –, wrapping his arms around me immediately, a solid and steady presence that tethered me to reality just enough to get me out of the venue and into the car.
The drive itself offered a different kind of terror. If I thought I’d be in big trouble with their teasing, their sudden and complete disinterest in me was infinitely worse. I was buzzing, my body alive with need, my brain going at a hundred miles an hour toward nothing in particular, but no one was touching me and an attempt at reaching out for Oli was shut down with a single look. I was convinced I was going to pass out or pass away before we even made it to the hotel.
It became abundantly clear, as soon as the door of the hotel room finally closed behind us, that the two of them had not only talked about this but had made an elaborate plan along with it. They confidently positioned themselves at the end of the bed, where I half expected them to sit down. Instead they remained as they were, mustering me with looks I couldn’t quite decipher yet.
“Get undressed,” Oli ordered, his voice low and much more steady than I would have liked. Then again, he had always been good at hiding his nerves, how affected he was, anything to keep the image of control. I would give in to him willingly.
Bending down, conscious to keep them in front of me, I made quick work of undoing my boots, kicking them somewhere to the side and immediately losing a few inches of height. It made the way they were towering over me that little bit more apparent.
My speed slowed considerably when I started lifting the hem of my dress. With careful hands I pulled it upward, showing more of my thighs, the end of my stockings, the–
“Did we say anything about teasing?” Noah asked, eyes darkening.
“Oh, so you can tease alright but I can’t give you a little show?”
Noah’s hand was on my throat before I realised he had moved. He grabbed onto my neck without hesitation, strongly enough that my breath hitched, expertly toeing the line between seductive and dangerous. Every inch of my body tingled at the sudden attack, alert and screaming for more.
“Well, you better learn this quickly then,” he whispered, harshly, right into my face. “What we say goes. What we don’t say is off-limits. Now. Did we tell you to go slow?”
I awkwardly shook my head as he kept his grasp on me.
“Exactly.”
He let go of me so abruptly I almost stumbled, catching my breath as I stood up straight again. For just a moment, Oli broke the scene.
“Safeword?” he asked, suddenly the slightest bit unsure, or maybe a little more. But nothing happened on my face apart from a massive smile forming.
“Hell no.”
Oli’s face hardened again immediately, sending another shiver down my spine at the quick change of demeanour.
“Then get on with it.”
I obeyed. In one swift motion, the dress was pulled over my head and discarded, my bra following. I was about to start fumbling with the harness that held up my stockings when I was interrupted yet again.
“You’re leaving those on,” Oli decided. I took my hands off myself immediately, simply watching as he turned and got a pillow from the bed. Noah was still mustering me in absolute silence, tall and strong, hair falling into his eyes. I felt vulnerable, almost completely naked, scrutinised and studied, and I devoured the feeling.
Oli threw the pillow on the ground in front of me.
“Since you like to give us a show so much, why don’t you get your pretty pussy down on that pillow and ride it for us. And don’t you dare come.”
Both of them started opening their belts the moment my knees hit the ground. A certain sense of shame washed over me as I placed the pillow beneath me, positioning it just right so the edge of it would provide some necessary friction. The carpet against my knees already started burning my flesh with every movement, the thin stockings doing little to shield my skin.
In a moment of horror, I realised I’d never gotten off in front of anybody. I’d done things to people, done things with people, but I’d never let them solely watch as I pleasured myself. It almost seemed… too intimate. The way their judgement or enjoyment wasn’t clouded or purely focused on themselves as all they could do was watch. The way I watched them push down their trousers, a mouth-watering look at their impressive cocks. This was all about me in the same way it was all about them.
My eyes were glued to them, how they were lazily stroking themselves, bare skin between the tattoos not quite giving into temptation yet, as they stared me down. The height difference was more obvious than ever. As was our newly-created power imbalance.
Grinding down onto the pillow was less than satisfying, especially as I had all that I wanted right in front of me, but I was so riled up, so wet, so needy, that I took what I could get. The seam dragged against my clit, not quite right, not half as good as their fingers ever could, but enough to leave me shuddering. I didn’t look down to see the mess I was making. My eyes were trained on my two men, nothing else, travelling from their lust-filled eyes to their hard dicks, unable to decide which view I enjoyed more.
I sped up a little, biting my lip hard so I wouldn’t cry out for their touch, so I wouldn’t beg to finally be filled up, so I wouldn’t let them know how this was never going to be enough, but I was getting closer and closer all the same. Having been kept on the edge so long, it simply didn’t take very much at all.
I focused on Noah and Oli. Oli’s dark, tattooed fingers wrapped around himself. Noah’s lower stomach flexing under his shirt. Both of their cocks thick and gorgeous and begging to be in my mouth.
The orgasm came on so suddenly I had no chance to see it coming or stop it. I’d meant to listen to their words, obey, be a good girl, but the rush came over me in an instant, not half as strong or satisfying as I would have liked, but I came, eyes closed, grasping the pillow between my legs, a punched-out groan.
There was no pause, no break for me, no moment to calm down, before two pairs of hands were on me, pulling me back to my feet. Noah was holding me up, not gentle in any way, one hand wrapped around both my wrists behind my back, while Oli was in my face, a hand that had slipped more onto my cheeks than my jaw, roughly pushing the flesh together until I was left with my mouth hanging open.
“So you’re not only a fucking whore, you also can’t follow directions,” Oli spat at me. The way venom laced his voice had shivers running down my spine. “How fucking hard can it be not to come, hm? Fucking slut. Just can’t help yourself, can you? Anything to get off. Well guess what, doll, you’re not getting off again any time soon. I think it’s time for a punishment.”
In an instant, both of them moved me, so easily it made me feel like nothing more than a plaything, until I was bent over the armrest of the sofa, arse up, my front uncomfortably pushing into the seating. Neither of them were within my sight, shuffling around behind me, and the anticipation rose unbearably until finally, finally a hand came down on my behind, a harsh slap that echoed through the room.
I didn’t know how they knew so perfectly well what I wanted from them, what I needed from them, nor could I have fully understood it myself, but in that moment, I was theirs and theirs alone, complete in my trust and my love for them.
The second slap felt different. I hadn’t quite figured out who had delivered the first one, but it was obvious that they were taking turns now. The next one came down onto my skin more heavily. I couldn’t bite back a moan – I didn’t want to, either. The sensation travelled through my whole body in the most delicious manner, leaving me dripping onto the armrest as I felt myself getting wet once again.
My skin was heating up; I was only able to imagine how it would redden, my head clouded to the point that all it kept screaming was more, more, more. I arched my body further into position, my muscles on the verge of cramping up in discomfort, but I didn’t care.
“Look at this fucking slut,” Oli scoffed as another blow hit my skin, my head lolling forward and sinking deeper into the cushions. “It’s not even a punishment, she’s fucking gagging for it.”
The next hit came hard enough that it pushed me forward, almost making me lose my balance completely.
“Why don’t you stuff her dirty mouth while I take this up a notch?”
When Noah appeared in front of me, I almost cried in relief at finally seeing and not just hearing and feeling at least one of them again. He sat down on the couch, completely naked, his erection right in my face. I didn’t have any time to admire his physique, the plethora of tattoos that begged for my fingers to run over them. My mouth descended on him, licking at his tip, leaving open-mouthed kisses, taking in his taste, his scent, everything about him that I’d come to adore so much.
“Aubrey.”
My ignoring him wasn’t a willful act of disobedience. I was simply so preoccupied with the way precum was starting to cover Noah’s cock, so enticing that I knew I was going to have to swallow him before he even asked me to. It almost distracted me from whatever Oli was doing behind me. And Noah was adamant on my attention. He acquired it forcefully, a hand in my hair, pulling me up by its strands so abruptly that my neck ached.
“You tap out any time it gets too much. And you don’t get to come before Oli and I do. For real this time. You wouldn’t like the consequences.”
His voice was low and gravelly, lulling me in, talking so seductively that I was almost tempted to try, to talk back, to see what exactly would happen, but then Oli inserted himself back into the scene with a sting to my ass like no other.
I knew it wasn’t his hand. I wanted to see, turn around, ask, but Noah pushed my head down, making me take as much of him as I reasonably could without gagging. Luckily, Oli wasn’t one to shut up.
“Remember this one?” he asked, inconspicuously, before another hit descended on me. It pushed Noah a little further down my throat, but neither of us minded. Noah surely didn’t, judging by the way his fingers twisted in my hair and his groans intensified. “You found it that morning when you helped me pack.”
Another hit. I moaned around Noah, his hips unable to stop rutting against me.
“Lovely black leather with tassles.”
He ran it over my skin for a moment, so soft it was almost unbelievable that with added force the very same item could cause such different sensations.
“Makes for quite a nice sting, doesn’t it?”
The next hit was so hard that my whole body flinched under it, the burn travelling through it, leaving me aching. I wanted more and I wanted softness, I wanted him to have no pity and I wanted him to turn gentle, I wanted more pain and more idle kisses. I was on fire, my brain giving way to its most primal instincts.
I barely even registered how eagerly I sucked Noah, how deeply I took him, pushing against all boundaries, until he came with a low shout, clawing at the back of my head to keep me in place until he was well and truly spent, cum running down my chin and dropping back onto him when he finally let go. I reached back down immediately, trying to catch every last drop, licking at his abdomen to taste it all.
Noah laughed, breathlessly, while Oli pulled me back up to a standing position with much gentler hands than before, his naked body against mine. He pressed kisses to my neck, lips so warm and familiar, whispering words of praise for taking the spanking so well, looking so beautiful during it, being such a good girl for them.
I let him manhandle me onto the bed without any protest, eyes falling shut on their own account as I got lost in the pleasure, the remains of the pain, the feeling of both of their hands on me as they moved me exactly how they craved. I barely registered how he achieved it, but the next thing I knew, Oli was underneath me as I laid on him, my back against his chest. His cock was nudging against me, causing my legs to spread almost on command, aided by the way he hooked them over his own thighs to open them up further.
“Noah,” Oli groaned behind me. Somehow, the other man knew exactly what he was asking for. Crawling between both Oli’s and my legs, he positioned himself on his belly, a quick snap to the straps of my stockings, face lowering and–oh.
His tongue went straight from Oli’s dick to my pussy. Both of us quickly succumbed to the pleasure. Oli’s arms wound around me, gripping my body tightly, and I wasn’t sure if it was because he desperately needed something to hold onto or to keep me still. My fingers found his hands, nails digging into the soft flesh as I moaned unabashedly, my hips moving and moving and needing more.
I didn’t look up when Noah briefly moved away. Not only was I too entangled with the man underneath me, he was also kissing along the nape of my neck so sweetly that I couldn’t have brought myself to pull back from his lips if my life depended on it. Still, I noticed, peripherally, that Noah put a condom on Oli, who moaned into my ear with unmatched relief. Mere moments later, Oli pushed into me.
The stretch should have been noticeable, considering neither of them had put their fingers in me since we’d left the venue however much time ago, but I was so pathetically wet, so unbelievably needy, such a perfect little whore for my two men, that it didn’t matter.
At least that was what Noah told me before he descended once again. I didn’t know what to focus on. Between the way Oli was holding me, breathing hotly against my skin, pushing into me slowly yet powerfully despite the odd angle, and Noah doing his best to keep up, licking at him and me with vigour – my mind went into overdrive until it opted to go blank instead.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” Oli groaned into my ear, one of his hands back on my throat now, squeezing just enough to make me remember who was in charge. “Brats don’t get to come before we do.”
I was close – and Oli knew. So did Noah. They’d learned to read me effortlessly and as much as I loved it, as treasured and adored the way it made me feel, I was silently cursing it right then and there as Oli moved, pulled out and shuffled me off him. I fell into the sheets next to him, heavily, robbed of all strength, just about managing to sit up on my elbows to watch.
Noah impatiently pulled the condom off Oli’s dick, large hands stroking the other man’s length with expertise. Oli was arching his back, hands grabbing onto the sheets, head buried in the pillows. Eyes tightly shut. At first I thought he was simply moaning, low and quiet, nobody to please with his performance but himself, until I realised he was saying Noah’s name. Repeating it, over and over, like the most magical mantra. Begging the man to please him, to give him what he needed, to be there.
It took no time at all. Oli managed to lift his head, just for a moment, just to catch a glimpse of Noah who seemed insatiable and enamoured with the task at hand, before coming with a completely unrestrained shout. Noah's face was covered, streaks of white running down his cheeks and with a sudden rush of energy I sat up, crawled towards him and allowed myself a taste. Oli groaned, again, apparently conscious enough to see the mess I was making of his boyfriend. I couldn't help it. I was both over- and understimulated, my body screaming with need.
Before I was fully done, a hand pressed me back into the mattress. Oli made quick work of turning me onto my front, hands strong yet gentle, a single kiss pressed into my shoulder blades as he whispered, “I think it's time to give our little slut here everything she deserves.” I moaned in agreement, regardless of the fact that I had no clue what this would entail.
They didn’t keep me in the dark for too long. At the sound of a familiar clicking noise, I tried to look up, turn around and verify what was happening, but Noah didn't waste a single second as he pushed my head back into the covers underneath. It didn't matter. Within moments, I had my answer, as Oli's lubed up fingers felt around my backside. I tensed, just for a moment, unsure about the unfamiliar intrusion.
Noah's touch immediately turned soft. “Okay?” he asked, lying down next to me, his face so close I could barely focus on it. A kiss at my temple. I nodded, still overwhelmed. “We stop anytime you ask us to.”
“Don’t.”
Oli didn’t need much more. Pushing his fingers inside of me, the new sensation flooded my body. I moved ever so slightly closer to Noah, who understood immediately, cradling my head softly in his hands and pressing soft kisses into my hair. He smelled warm and sweaty and like everything that gave me comfort in the world. I let myself fall.
Oli was soft and hard and slow and careful and fast and steady and I allowed him to claim my body in a way no one ever had before. Heavy breathing turned into low moans, getting swallowed up by Noah’s mouth claiming mine, until I started moving in time with Oli, needing more, knowing exactly what he desired, what he craved, and I was going to give it to him.
“Aubrey, are you–”
“Yes, Oli, please, please, do it, I want you, please, I love you.”
“Fuck, Aubrey,” he chuckled, breathlessly, making me whine as he removed his fingers from me to prepare himself. “I fucking love you, too. And not because you’re letting me do this.”
My brain didn’t de-fog enough to allow me to chuckle because just moments later, he was back on me, steadfast hands in stark contrast to Noah’s soft carrasses, moving me up to my knees and spreading me open. Oli took his time, entering me slowly, and I couldn’t even imagine how much restraint that took. He felt larger than he ever had in me, lathered in lube, but it was everything I needed and more as my body welcomed him in, bit by bit, even when I thought I’d reached my limit, until he was satisfied, making me his.
For a moment, I was overwhelmed, sweat lathering my skin, lust coursing through my veins, feeling everything and nothing at once, but then Oli twitched just the slightest bit and I was begging him to move.
“Fuck, Aubrey, you’re fucking gorgeous like this,” Noah groaned as Oli began fucking into me. “Think that image is gonna stay in my brain forever.”
And then, just as I was leaning into the sensation, pathetically lifting my hips again and again to meet Oli’s still much too slow thrusts, he pulled out, bringing tears to my eyes.
“Oli, what–”
“Now we really get to treat you, love.”
Oli and Noah took reign over my body, moving me, manoeuvring me onto my side until I was right between the two of them, Oli pressed against my back, Noah still at my front. Oli peppered kisses onto my neck, briefly grabbing my head to turn my face towards him, his mouth on mine, deep and sensual, luring a moan from me as his cock seemed to harden even more against my ass. Noah seamlessly took over, claiming my mouth as soon as Oli released it, their tastes mingling and mixing on my tongue.
I couldn’t tell whose hands were whose as they roamed over my body, heightening my arousal into emotions I’d never experienced, varying just the right amount between rough as they pinched and scratched and gentle as they stroked and loved. My leg was slung over Noah’s, opening me up again, his tattooed hand dancing along the curve of my hip until it settled on my thigh.
Oli entered me again, from behind, making quicker work of it this time, and I felt myself collapsing against Noah, who held me steadily. Oli’s breath against my neck, his forehead dropping against the back of my head, his arm reaching around me, holding me pressed to his body. I leaned into the sensations. Now that the first strangeness of it had subsided, I revelled in the fullness, so different, so heavy, but so right.
“Think you can take a little more, doll?” Oli whispered in my ear, voice low between laboured breathing. Noah seemed to take it as his cue, rolling slightly away from me to grab another condom, and I was starting to have the start of an inkling of what they’d planned in my muddled brain. “You can tap out any time.”
Tapping out was the last thing I wanted.
“Noah…” My voice faltered, not in uncertainty but in the wake of my whole body throbbing with need, not a single ounce of me doubting them. The look on my face was enough for him. He’d learned to read me like a book and with an open-mouthed kiss, he sealed the deal. One heartbeat later, he slid into me.
I wasn’t sure if it was the sensation of having two cocks inside of me at the same time or the ultimate feeling of connection and submission and love I experienced, but my brain shut down in the most delicious way. My moans, completely uninhibited and unhinged, were enough confirmation that I wanted, no, needed them to continue. Within moments, I was being moved up and down the mattress, both men fucking into me, finding and losing their rhythm in overwhelm, but I didn’t, couldn’t mind.
There was no chance any of us were going to last. Not when Noah and Oli bent over me to share a quick, clumsy kiss, just to then put their mouths back on me. Not when both of them were moving me, moving inside of me, not when I had never felt so satisfied and so relieved and so safe and so seen.
A hand touched me, reaching between my legs – Noah’s? Oli’s? My own? – and I fell over the edge with just the flick of a finger. My body shook as my vision went black, screaming and crying and clawing at whatever skin I could find as my orgasm washed over me with an intensity I’d never felt before, overwhelming my senses until I felt like I was floating out of my body, made of nothing but firing nerve endings.
I barely registered both Noah and Oli reaching their heights too, nothing around me quite as real as before, but it was perfect. Pressed between the two men I loved more than I could ever have thought, I couldn’t imagine any happiness ever being greater than this one.
•••
It came close to a goddamn miracle that we made it out of bed afterwards. Everything was a bit of a blur for a while but I felt safe and secure as they spoiled me with aftercare until the world looked a little bit clearer again. We ended up legging it to the Uber to take us back to the arena, all three of us delirious and all over each other like teenagers who hadn’t had their first kiss yet.
Oli and Noah were immediately swiped up for several appointments they were ever so slightly late for as I hunted down Lia and Becky who ended up hanging out together. Two birds with one stone and all that.
“Well someone looks bloody ecstatic!” Becky exclaimed the second I joined them at the sound desk. “Don’t you dare to even attempt to tell me anything that happened because I do not want to know, respectfully.”
“What?! Aubrey, let’s go, because if there’s one thing I need it’s every single detail of your day.”
Lia easily pulled me along, shooting another mock-exasperated look at Becky, before making both of us disappear in the backstage labyrinth. Only when she found a relatively secluded, quiet corner in the chaos of the last hour before showtime did she stop. Her hands clasped onto my face, holding me tightly yet softly, as her eyes searched my face for something I couldn’t pinpoint.
“Just–just one question for now, yeah?”
I nodded between her fingers.
“Are you happy?”
The memory of the exact same question, posed just some days ago by Oli even though it felt like a lifetime away now, hit me with the force of a truck. Was I happy? Happier? Now? Could happiness truly shift so quickly? Could good things happen in such quick succession and actually last?
My mind flashed through the past two weeks at high speed. Noah’s deep brown eyes staring straight into mine. Oli’s hands warm on my skin. Lia’s tightest hugs. Becky’s openness, her support, her friendship. The apprenticeship looming in front of me. More time abroad, more time on tour buses, in hotels, in venues, surrounded by everything I could possibly love. My heart fluttered.
I didn’t notice how brightly I was smiling until Lia unceremoniously pinched both of my cheeks at the same time. “That’s all I wanted. Now let’s go cheers to the future with the wine I stole from someone’s dressing room.”
•••
The evening went by in a blur of colour, sound, and emotion. Lia kept refilling my plastic cup of wine as we watched Bad Omens, Noah so ecstatically happy on stage that even a stranger could see it. My heart fluttered with every single one of his smiles, knowing that Oli and I played a crucial part in them.
Their set ended much too soon, Noah all but bouncing with happiness and relief and adrenaline, walked towards us and pulled me to him the very second he could physically reach me, bodies colliding, his mouth on mine before either of us could fully realise what we were doing.
The hoots and claps that, admittedly, mainly seemed to come from Lia, slowly vanished into nothingness as he held me, strong arms wrapped around my body in that particular way that made me feel like nothing could ever hurt me that only Noah was capable of. All I could hear was the blood rushing through me, all I could feel was my heart beating out of my chest. All I could focus on was Noah, Noah, Noah.
I reluctantly let go of him, although the sight that greeted me was almost as sweet as the kiss. A blush on his cheeks that I knew fully well was not from the performance he had just given on stage; hair tousled from the way my hands had sunken into it; a glint in his eyes that made me fall in love all over again.
“Does that mean we’re official, Mr. Sebastian?”
“If you’re still asking that now I’m seriously starting to doubt my skills,” he laughed, before dramatically dipping me and kissing me again amidst my giggles, his lips landing everywhere on my face as I wriggled in his arms, unable to keep even an ounce of my euphoria inside.
He put me back on my feet as someone from his team started calling him, reassuring me he’d be back in time for Bring Me’s set after a much-needed shower. I ended up staring as he left, eyes glued to his backside until the very last moment before he vanished from my sight, much to the amusement of my best friend. I didn’t dignify her teasing with an answer, taking another sip of the wine she had held onto for me just to will the smile that was threatening to split my face open down a little.
•••
Noah didn’t turn back up until Oli was already on stage and halfway through Empire. I only noticed when his arms wrapped around me from behind before he stole the wine from my hands and took a sizable sip. Still, I knew immediately, my body relaxing in his presence before my brain caught up, melting into him as we watched Oli and sang along.
By the time Noah went back on stage for Antivist, he seemed to have a hard time keeping himself together. As stoic as he could be, I could almost feel the excitement of, well, just about everything in his life currently unfolding vibrate within him. So I stared and I smiled to myself and revelled in the deepening blush once again taking hold of Noah’s face when Oli called him a sexy motherfucker, grabbed onto him for what it was worth, basically held his hand for all to see, falling into the same ecstasy as us.
Noah kept the grin on his face until the rest of the show. With the small exception of when he chewed Oli out to me as the frontman complained about how awfully old the band had all gotten and how everything hurt… from their knees to their backs to their bumholes. Noah complained for a minute straight about how much of a bullshit statement that was considering Oli was the only one out of us who actually hadn’t–
Well. He wasn’t wrong.
It didn’t stop me from erupting into giggles again, the kind that kept shaking your body, not letting go, until the show was well and truly over. Oli was sweaty and exhausted and happy and shouting for us the second he came off stage.
“Now where the fuck are my girlfriend and my boyfriend!”
Noah only hesitated for a single second, almost too little for me to notice, before all but running over to the other man, grabbing him almost the way he had grabbed me earlier, and planting a shameless kiss on his lips. Oli, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised at all. He wound his arms around Noah, deepening the kiss to almost inappropriate degrees. I didn’t feel the happy tear rolling down my cheek until Oli let go of Noah, swiped it away, and pulled me in all the same.
“Come here, you big ol’ sap,” he laughed, not unkindly, and pressed a kiss to my lips too. It almost made me cry harder, but then Noah joined back in, squeezing my body so hard there was no air left to do anything, anything at all, but…
Maybe, finally, forever be happy.