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Two Boys Are Better Than One. Epilogue. "We Made It." Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader.

So holy shit, this is it. The oh so long awaited conclusion to TBABTO! This has been a huge labor of love, I worked so damn hard on it for weeks, on and off, I cannot believe it is over. This is the longest I have ever worked on a fic, well over a year for fuck’s sake, I have experienced so many ups and downs, I have adored this fic more than anything ever and also gone through periods of not being able to even think about this fic for months at a time. I have obviously, fully come around on it. I love this fic immensely. This is the first thing I wrote with any polyamory and it means so much to me for opening that door. The whole fic can be found on my ao3, here.

This fic really has it all, including some of my favorite shit I have ever written! I could go on and on and get way too sappy and emotional but I will skip it, just know this fic means so much to me. Biggest shout out to @polyghostfacehours for being the literal biggest TBABTO fan ever and giving amazing suggestions for this conclusion. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for reading it and sticking with me. Any feedback at all is SO appreciated, thank you so much for reading and now, let’s get it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 10.2K. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings. She/Her Pronouns. So Much Context Is Needed. Dirty Talk. Emotions. Complex Feelings. Crying Reader. Billy’s Dad Sucks. Making Out. Hand Jobs. Blow Jobs. Body Worship. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Praise. Softness. Domesticness. Fluff. Threesome. Multiple Orgasms. Cum Play.

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Perfection isn’t something that can truly exist in any large capacity.

It is thoroughly unattainable.

There is no single thing that could be constituted as perfect to every single person on the planet. That is part of the beauty of it though. Perfection can be tailored to the individual, every single person can have their own idea of a perfect song, meal, day, person or in the case of Billy Loomis, persons.

You and Stu were totally perfect for him. No doubt about it. And how lucky was he for that? He already felt blessed to have Stu but then you came along and everything got so much fucking better.

Better than he ever dreamt possible.

It was late and he was alone in his hospital room. You had come by, brought ice cream and you and he talked. Really talked, been so open and vulnerable. Both apologized for your parts in how everything played out. Apologizing wasn’t exactly something that came easily to Billy but even he could admit how bad the situation was, how fucked it had all gotten and he truly did feel bad about it, it shouldn’t have gotten as far as it did.

It felt weirdly appropriate to have such a difficult and raw conversation in the hospital, a fitting place to start the healing process. Even after so much, being so emotionally exhausted, he couldn’t fall asleep. He was sitting up in bed, he was hurting, physically, he was in a lot of pain, sore almost all over from the events of the party. He ached, his hand gingerly against his side. He could press that button, call for help but he feels like he almost deserves the hurt. Since he can’t sleep, he thinks.

Thinks long and hard about his relationship with both you and Stu. He really pours over it.

He remembers the first time he saw you well. He was out with Stu, they were having lunch at the diner, you were sitting a few booths away having lunch as well. He hadn’t seen you around before, you were cute. He nudged Stu and asked, “You seen her around before?” Stu looked at where Billy was mentioning and caught sight of you, he liked what he saw but hadn’t seen you before. He didn’t think much of it at the time, you were new and cute, he had the fleeting thought of pursuing something further, a shake of his head before going back to his food. Billy recalled shrugging and leaving it at that for now.

Stu noticed you more the second time. When he wasn’t distracted by his lunch. He saw you on your back, pointed you out to Billy, “Isn’t that the same girl from the diner?” and Billy’s head snapped up, looking, a smile spread across his face and confirming it, “Yeah that’s her.” Stu crossed his arms, watching you across the road, unaware of their shared gaze on you as you biked off somewhere. He said simply, vocalizing that thought he had the first him, briefly when he saw you, “She’s cute.” Looking back, saying something so simple about you was almost laughable, it was true sure, you are very cute, but it didn’t do you any justice.

They kept on seeing you around town and you just kept catching their attention and after Randy met you and then they bugged him to introduce you all. Billy still remembers the early conversations of them talking about how you seemed like you would be a fun thing to play with.

See they didn't have the best or most pure intentions for you at the start. They just wanted to fuck around with you. Thought you would be a good time and not much more than that. They talked and wondered about what they could get you to do, how far they could push you. Those conversations became a regular part of their back and forth, dirty talk passed between them, “How do you think they’d react if they knew?” and “How'd you think she sounds when she screams.”

It was hot, a good time.

What they hadn’t counted on was how unexpectedly fun you turned out to be.

The friendship started so easily, he saw the way you looked at him and Stu, the tension built, jokes and lingering touches and the friendship shifted. Your nervous confession over the blazing fire pit in your family's backyard. The way you could barely look at them, so nervous, it was endearing as hell. You tell them about being polyamorus, something he genuinely didn’t know about you and confessing to wanting them both. Hearing that, fuck, it felt really good.

It was better than he ever hoped for. Starting to date you and get to know you better was well, just wonderful. It was hard to keep you at arms length, hard to keep it casual and fun. Especially after the first time you all had sex on the riverbank. That whole day was unforgettable but getting physical like that was something else, you looked good, felt even better, how well the three of you all fit together, the way you sounded. You on your back, that moment of tension where he asked if you were, “Ready?” and you gave him the go ahead. That first slide inside of you and Stu slipping into your mouth, both of them getting as deep as possible, the way Stu groaned out “Fuck-” and he followed up with the breathless, “-Yeah.”

It was almost natural, the way you all moved together, kept reaching out and touching one and other, helping you all find your respective ends. He remembers this one particular moment, where Stu had just unloaded in your mouth and you swallowed him all down, sucking down deep breaths, still shaking from your orgasm, Billy’s hands on your waist, holding you firmly as he fucked into you.

You couldn’t look away, your eyes were locked on him and he couldn’t look away either, stripped bare and rocking with him, you looked phenomenal, he wished he could have had it recorded so he could see you in that moment over and over.

He came so hard and if how hard you clenched around him and trembled told him anything, so did you. The wait was totally worth it.

The first time the three of you had a sleepover was that last end of summer party before the semester kicked up, that hookup was so intense. All of the teasing he and you did to Stu, poor guy only got to have your mouth that night by the river and he was simply aching to fuck you. The hook up was hot but you sleeping over? The three of you all curled together in Stu's bed, while the sleep itself wasn't the most comfortable in the world, the feeling of comfort it gave him, warm and real in his chest more than made up for it. He very clearly remembers after you all got up to start cleaning up, you in Stu's sweater, the way your shared boyfriend practically attacked you with kisses as he looked on. It was one of the first moments his deeper feelings stirred for you.

There was this one time, you had all planned for dinner, three of you were busy during the day and had all agreed to meet at this restaurant, you and he made it there first. Both waiting for Stu, you both talked, easy and casual. It was just a really sweet conversation. He recalled complimenting you on what you wore and you smiled, striking a small pose, “What this?” You asked in such a teasing fashion before sitting down, across from him, “I ran home and just threw this on. Glad you like it.”

You didn’t even pick up your menu yet, leaned forward on your forearms and asked him so sincerely, attention totally on him, “How are you? How was your day?” And he was struck with how sweet that was, you were like that though, not self centered and going off about yourself, you genuinely wanted to know about his day and told you.

Honestly, something about it just flowed really well, and when the waitress came over you ordered his and Stu’s favorite drinks as well as your own and then Stu showed up, apologies for being late along with some joke about how boring it must have been before he arrived and you retorted with something that rode the line between biting and funny and teased him before Billy could even get the chance to. It felt nice, made him melt just a little and made him think you really saw Stu. That understood him and Stu, more than that, you added to what the two of them shared.

The night he and Stu talked about what to do with you. They both obviously had changed their minds, slowly shifted their position, liked and wanted more than just a little bit of fun with you. There was the very obvious issue of their ‘hobby’ and how much to include you, they had skirted the topic a few times but Billy was the one to press the matter. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“No, c’mon man, just hear me out. I think we should tell her." Stu scoffed, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as he leaned back in his chair, "Billy, normally, I love your ideas, but I think it's too soon." And Billy’s foot came up onto Stu’s chair, right between his legs, the threat of him pushing the chair out from under him had the blonde’s hands flying out, ready to steady himself in case that happened. It made Billy smirk a little.

“And I think you should hear me out. She’s different, something else, there is just something about her that makes me think we can trust her.”

A brief pause before he continued, “I see something in her, I think she’s a lot like us, whether she realizes it or not.” His foot came off the chair and it tilted forward hard, all four legs back on the ground, Stu let out a sigh, looked across to Billy and saw how serious he was. Billy watched the way Stu looked closer, as if he was really considering it, taking in how Billy looked, staring as if the answer was in the eyes of the brunette in front of him.

He’d felt so strongly about it at that moment. Billy just had this feeling inside that wouldn’t go away, kept nagging at him that this was right, the next natural step, that it was important, he hoped Stu would see that.

After another moment Stu gave a single nod and said, “Okay, I’m willing to give it a shot. How are we doing it?”

Billy laid it out and the more he talked the more Stu listened, he still showed some reluctance but not much, just as he had told you he’d agreed to take a leap of faith based on what Billy said and as we all know now, it worked out.

The first time you’d cried in front of Billy, it was a big moment to say the least. You didn’t mean to. It was kind of silly to be honest, you had just had a terrible day, so many bad things piled up at once. Forgetting some homework and your teacher being a total fucking dick about you turning it in late that he was going to gouge your mark, even though you were never late on turning in assignments. You spilled food on yourself at lunch and stained your shirt, after you tried to clean up in the bathroom, you were rushing to your next class, shirt wet from your attempt at fixing it, you closed your locker too fast and caught your skirt and when you pulled away you ripped it, leaving a decent tear in it.

This day was a beast and it all just kind of accumulated and piled up. You leaned against your locker, fingers on the hem of your new ruined skirt, trying to figure out how to deal with it in the less than five minutes you had before your next class. Billy had come by, he’d been having lunch with you, wanted to see how you were after rushing off to deal with your shirt and he found you leaning against your locker, looking so distraught. “Woah, babe, your shirt that fucked up?”

You let out a small laugh as you looked up at him. “Not just the shirt,” you gestured down to your skirt and he huffed. “Oh fuck.” He reached out, hands met your arms and he asked, genuinely concerned. “You okay?” You couldn’t help it, it was like it all just hit, weighed you down so much, tears started to slip out and you shook your head. “No, m’ not-”

His heart broke a little bit, he listened to you start to vent, could only bare it a few minutes before he took your hand, started to pull you away, drag you down the hall, towards a set of exit doors, “Bi-Billy? Where are we going?” He has his phone out in his hand, firing off a text. “Out. Fuck the next class, me and Stu are gonna get you out of here.”

He pulled you off and a few minutes later there was Stu and the two of them took you away, you skipped the latter half of the day, they let you vent and you cried a bit more and they were simply there, present. Billy watched as Stu had his arm around your shoulders and your face was wet, tissues in hand, talking about what was bothering you so much and Billy was listening, he was, but was also thinking.

Thinking hard about how big this was, you cry in front of them, letting yourself be so emotionally vulnerable and open. They had you feeling better and laughing in less than an hour. Billy felt even better about your relationship after that.

There was this one night, he came home, just after a date with you and Stu, practically floating, it was a great time, he was planning on a shower and getting some sleep but his dad was still up. Soon as he was in the door he started laying into him, asking him, "Where were you so late?"

He was taking off his shoes and didn't even bother glancing at his father as he said simply, "Out." A grunt of displeasure followed up by him asking, "With who exactly?"

"Y/n-" He cut him off, "Again?" This finally made Billy's gaze snap to him, clearly bothered he had been cut off, "Yes. Again."

"Why don't you ever bring her here? Are you embarrassed of her?" Far from it, much more that he didn't want to bring you around his dad "No, just like going out." Not a total lie, he did like being out of his house, away from his father, just didn't tell him a lot of the time he and you were at Stu's place.

"And she doesn't push to come here? Doesn't want to meet me?" Billy was getting more annoyed by the minute, "We don't exactly sit around talking about you, dad."

"I dunno if I like her-" and even bigger piss off, he hadn't even met you yet and he was already starting to write you off. "-you know who you should date?"

Oh God, this should be good. Even if he absolutely did not want to, he decided to humor his dad. "Who?"

"That nice Prescott girl, Sidney." And just like that Billy was stepping away from the couch, leaving his dad behind and heading upstairs, his dad called out sounding offended and condescending. "Good night to you, too."

He was so angry. He hated that he was stuck living here with him, hated how he talked down to him, how he just talked about you and to go so far as to suggest he dares Sidney. It makes him dig out a pair of boots from under his bed and put them on, lacing them up, he couldn't stay here, not right now. He pulls his window open and skips back out into the night. He goes to you. Where else would he go right now? Get up to your window and slip inside, you are in bed, asleep. He only watches you for a moment before stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed, making you stir awake.

You roll over and are looking up at him, "Mmm Billy? What're you doing here?" He is back down at you, trying to find the words, he settles on saying, "I know I just saw you but I…" He cut himself off, chewing his bottom lip nervously and you gestured for him to come closer, hand met his cheek. "S'okay, you don't have to say."

Fuck. How were you so good? Your hand let go and you patted the space next to you on the bed. "Wanna get in?"

He did. He took his boots off and laid down with you, ended up spooning you while you were playing idly with his fingers. He enjoyed the moment. The quiet, the warmth of you, the softness of your bed, the smell and most of all the closeness. He pulled you closer, wished he never had to go, his face was nearly buried in your neck and even though he felt it, was sure he did, the idea of saying it without Stu present when he was sure he felt the same just wasn't right. So he opted to say, "I love your bed." You hummed. "I love it when you are in my bed with me."

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and let himself close his eyes, enjoying this for a while longer before having to go back to that building that while it was called home, it hadn't felt like it in years. He hated his dad. He was sure or that but he was equally just as sure that he loved you.

He actually said it before Stu. That night they indulged in a fantasy of yours, staging a kidnapping and having you in the back of that van out in the forest. It was a fantastic time, you were very into it, the harsh dirty talk, the knives and ropes. After it was over they both brought you to a place that was important to both of them, that ledge that overlooked town. It was where Billy and Stu had ended up on nights they were both upset and venting to each other, it was that same place that the ‘joke’ of killing Marueen became more than that.

It was hand in hand with you, looking out on that same view that he said those words for the first time, “I love you both a lot.”

He went further, “You know that, right? I know I have trouble saying it, but really I feel it. I just need you both to know that I feel that way.” It felt right, necessary to say it. He had been worried about it for a long time. Nervous and scared about saying those words out loud no matter how strongly he felt them but as soon as he did, the relief, it was immense.

Stu confessed his own feelings right after and apologized for being so weird about holding off on doing so. Stu got emotional and ended up in his and your arm, comfort provided so easily and for once Billy wasn’t overthinking. He was startlingly present at this moment. It all felt so clear. He had never been more happy to do something that was initially so scary.

It was a late Saturday afternoon when the news dropped. Cotton Weary found guilty for the crime of murdering Marueen Prescott.

They both were in Stu's living room, had the TV on, had been talking, trying to distract themselves as they waited, wondering if they'd really done it. Stu had been paying back on the couch, throwing a ball up and catching it over and over, just something to occupy his hands and give himself something to focus on.

Billy was in the chair near him, boots on the coffee table and when those words actually filled the air between them, they couldn't believe it. Stu sat up, looking over to Billy, "Did they-?" Billy's eyes were focused on the tv still, nodding, "They...They did."

He sat back in his chair and Stu practically fell over himself as he got off the couch, "Holy shit man!" And he started going off, talking so fast and Billy was still turning those words, the verdict, over and over again in his mind. Until Stu's hands were on his shoulders and gave him a small shake. "We actually did it."

Billy finally let himself smile and said, "Yeah, we did."

We.

That is the night they became a 'we.' The two of them became official that night. Sneaking about and fooling around stopped, it wasn't so casual anymore. Billy really looked at Stu that night, the knowledge that Stu was really here for him unmistakable. It was hours later, when Billy’s hands were in Stu's, the taste of cheap beer and pizza and Stu himself on his tongue as he told him that he wanted more than something so casual. His hands were sweaty and he rambled a bit too much but the point got across. Stu of course as we now know took him up on the offer, and was absurdly happy. He'd wanted it for so long and it made all of what he did seem worth it.

He thought about all those times and many others, moments that seemed average at the time until you look back on them and realize they hold more meaning than initially anticipated. He thought until he had exhausted himself to the point he couldn't possibly stay awake another second.

Even with the bad. There were too many great moments to recall them all.

When did that happen? When did his life get so fucking good that there were too many wonderful things to keep track of?

Why did he ever hide anything from you?

Ever doubt you for even a moment?

He had no idea. He was glad to have gotten to where he is now. No point in questioning it that hard. He should try to focus on the here and now with you and Stu.

The ride to college was amazing.

In the car with you and Stu, talking so excitedly, listening to music and long stretches of comfortable silence. His hand in yours often, unable to stop himself from doing so, from touching you and Stu, reminding himself that you were both really here.

You all stopped midway for lunch, the three of you decided on sitting in the grass near the restaurant. You and he were talking about some of the things you'd still need for the place, conversation light and Billy had his head in your lap, you were playing with his hair and he felt comfortable and close to you.

It was such a beautiful day out.

Stu came out, bags of food in his hands and settled down with you and lunch was started. You were currently leaning your head on Billy's shoulder. He thought you were just being sweet, wanting some closeness, till he realized where your hand was, stealing HIS fries

"Hey! You have your own!" And you pulled away, salty stolen treat in your grip, "But your fries always taste better."

He couldn't say no to you.

The move was a little hard with the boys not able to do much but that's what the movers you hired were there to help with.

After it was the three of you all in the dust place that was just for the three of you, emotion overtook, all excited to have finally made it. You were the one to kick it off, "This is our apartment." Stu stopped digging through one of the only boxes you were opening tonight, dragging out pillows and blankets, "Yeah. It is."

You reached out to both of them and soon you were all sharing a hug, surrounded by boxes in what would be your living room.

Not much was set up at first, stuff just moved in that first night, take out was eaten on the floor in a blanket nest while watching a movie, the first night in your shared apartment, all curled up in bed together. It was the best sleep you've had since the start of summer.

Life is good.

Apartment was coming together, college underway, starting to fall into and figure it living together. The causal intimacy and getting to come home to each other was lovely, there was one small thing, even after this the three of you hadn't been physical.

It was upon your insistence.

You didn't want to until they were healed and the stitches were out, didn't want to take a risk, no matter how small of losing them. The three of you had a tendency to get so into it, and it had been so long holding back would be impossible. They agreed, because let's be real they were just so glad to have you back and to be living with you.

Finally the stitches came out but still you didn't plan the hookup. Just wanted to let it happen naturally, which you all prefered.

You and them are taking it easy in bed. All while watching a movie. Billy is pressed to you, his chest to your back and fuck, you are comfortable, so sweet.

It's quiet, a lull in the conversation.

He feels all of you, really takes you in, the feel of you against him. Being right here and having nothing truly holding him back it was so much, he wanted you terribly. Eyes lingering over your form pressed so close to him. The urge to touch you overcomes.

He brushes those scars on your upper arm and he feels. You are so committed to him and Stu. Yours healed much quicker, he touches them so carefully, fingers carefully tracing the edges. The flash of you digging the pocket knife they had gifted you was still so clear. Hard not to be shocked with how quickly and harshly you jumped into action, it drove home your feelings for them.

He actually feels nervous, very unlike him. Still he presses forward, closer and his fingers are under your chin tilting your head for him to better reach and he kisses you.

It is slow, languid and familiar. You start to return his affection, slow and sweet. You always tasted addicting, you'd changed chapstick flavors since getting back together and he kind of loved that, as if the switch signified this new chapter of your lives and relationship. Or maybe he was thinking too much about the shift from cherry to peach, his mine running away, almost as if to distract himself from just how intense it felt to kiss you like this. Not holding back, explicit implication and wanting more to transpire.

His fingers begin to slide up your shirt, so tentatively, you arch up into his touch, kissing him more, harder, you were enjoying his own taste.

Stu was right there, hand resting on Billy’s back, sliding up slowly, taking his time, once his hand made it past his neck it threaded gently in his hair, pulling him back carefully, breaking the kiss with you so Stu could replace your mouth with his. Billy pressed between you and Stu, his lips sliding against Billy’s and it had been so long since you got to see this, your two boys kissing, the way Billy was shifting, the hum Stu let out, you had missed this more than nearly anything else.

After watching for a moment you rolled over and leaned in, started to kiss over Billy’s neck, hands on his chest as you worked on overwhelming him with affection. It worked.

Stu and Billy had sex while you were gone but it wasn’t the same.

They attended to go back to the sex they had before you but it just didn't click, didn't flow as naturally as it did previously. Before you it happened in such an easy way but now it took much more effort, almost felt forced.

It was hard, rough, trying to just satisfy that itch and distract themselves from the fact you weren’t there. They had quite a few times of mutual masturbation, handjobs and blowjobs, and it was just physical, just trying to cum. It wasn't intimate, it was used as a distraction. Can't be sad and missing you if they are busy fucking, right?

Wrong.

They at least tried it though.

Having this? This much slower, softer and sweeter moment hadn’t happened in too long. Having you here and back in his life was so much to handle already, but having you and Stu together like this, starting to really get into touching him was a lot to take.

Stu’s tongue in his mouth, fingers massaging his scalp and his other hand on the bottom of his jaw. Your mouth kissing over his neck, your hands smoothing over his chest, fingers skating over his nipples through the thin material and he tried to just hold on. Not just physically but emotionally.

He started to try and touch you back when your fingers began to dip into the waistband of his sweatpants, he was pulling away from Stu’s mouth and tried to say in a confident tone but it fell short, his breathing betraying him, “Slow down, let me do something-” and you shh’d him.

“No, no babe, just relax. Let us take care of you.” Stu agreed, “We're really sorry. Let us make it up to you.”

It made Billy feel tight in the chest.

It was true.

After you had all gotten back together a big talk was had about that. Stu and you getting together first behind Billy’s back. Billy was really hurt by it, he understood it and the fact that he had started it with his treatment of you that caused the breakup was not lost on him. He tried really hard to swallow his pride and get over his own ego but when it came out that you and Stu had been physical without him, not only that but you had pegged Stu for the very first time without him present? He couldn’t help it, he got fucking pissed. He again tried to rein it in but him being upset was so obvious, you basically helped Stu cheat on Billy for fucks sake. He said some things he regretted, you and Stu mostly took it all the same.

Listened as he ranted, too loud as he asked, “-you just couldn’t wait? Just fucking HAD to do it.” He accused both of you doing it on purpose, as a way of getting back at him, “I knew you were both slutty but my God can’t leave you both alone for a minute without you both fucking around behind my back!”

It hurt. You and Stu both apologized over and over, and had done everything you could to show him how serious you and Stu were and the regret you had for doing it without him.

You and Stu wanted to spoil him, pour so much pleasure over him to really make it up to him.

You both praised him. “He is so fucking pretty, isn’t he?” and Stu let out this half laugh, "Too pretty for his own good."

Kisses laid over him, hands wandering, Stu whispered as he started to tug on Billy’s pants, “God, we’ve needed this.”

Billy let out this questioning hum, eyes closed, and you piped up, “Mmm that night we both missed you so much, it didn’t feel right without you there.”

He listened as you both slowly stripped him, hands lingering as more and more skin was exposed. “No way could we ever do this without you, living here and trying to have this life without you just, fuck, Billy there is no way we could have.”

Stu was sucking a mark into his collarbone, pausing only to interject the one word, “Unthinkable.” Yes, the perfect word for the idea of that, unthinkable.

“We love you.” You both did. Endlessly. He had to know that. By the end of the night you and Stu would make sure that he did.

“Fits just right between us.” you agreed. On and on about him as you kissed and touched and had finally stripped him bare. All about how good he looked and sounded and how he tasted. You and Stu didn’t allow for a single moment of doubt to seep him, no time to overthink, just kept piling him with more love than he knew what to do with. You hadn’t done this often enough, needed to put Billy front and centre like this more.

Your hand closed around him and it made him tense under you but you didn’t stop. You were giving him a handjob, kissing him, “You’re so hard-” slowly pumping as Stu was kissing over his chest and neck, playing with his nipples, taking his time.

Stu was working his way down Billy’s body, he could hardly handle it. How much personal and specialized attention he was getting. Stu was finally low enough as you had your hand wrapped around his shaft. Stu started to lick over the head of Billy’s cock.

Billy can’t take his eyes off of him. Stu starts to take more of Billy's cock into his mouth, sliding down his length and he inhales shakily, “Fuck-” his mouth felt hot and wet and Billy felt so receptive, usually he could have a hand on the back of his head and fuck up into his mouth and down his throat with such ease but tonight it was effecting him terribly. Made him feel inexperienced and like it was the first time all over again instead of the, God, who knows how many times Stu had done this.

Soon your hand is in the way and you pull it back. Stu starts to blow Billy, slipping him in and out, the sounds he made while he did this were always a treat, not just the harder breathing and the little moans but the naturally wet sounds of the act.

Your fingers are in Billy’s hair as you whisper low in his ear, “Doesn’t he look so good on your cock?” Billy’s gaze flicks to you, his face is flushed, you are so close, eyes filled with a mix of affection and lust. One thought was clear, he loved you.

He really, really fucking loved you.

He gave a small nod, of course he looked good but he should say something, you and Stu had been almost unbearably sweet, other than a few curses and hushed breaths of your names he had been just taking it. Try to convey all he felt. Before even the most basic attempt could be made at putting his feelings into words you were sinking down. Now this was the best. Getting you and Stu on him at the same time? Both sucking him off? It was all consuming.

Was hard to not squirm once you got into it. The way yours and Stu’s tongues danced over his shaft, one of you sucking on the head of his cock and the other one working his balls over. Make him buck his hips up into your mouth with a groan. Your lips were soft, your mouth was warm and too inviting.

Then both of you on either side of his shaft, he felt so spoiled, your tongues meet you were pausing to make out, Stu palming his sack that was soaked from spit, you and him kissing. Your eyes closed, hand on the back of his neck, tugging him closer, kissing him deeper and unable to hold back the soft moan you let out into his open mouth. “Stu-'' He hummed your name in return. The kiss was messy, pre-cum and spit allowing your lips to slide against each other with ease.

The view of you both doing that was somehow just as good as you both blowing him. Your hand didn’t stop and he was rocking his hips a little, enjoying the view, it was making him hotter, needing more stimulation. Soon you are pulling back and sucking Billy’s cock down. It had been months and you took it as if the last time he had been this deep in you was yesterday.

Stu’s hand on your head, encouraging you, “Oh yeah baby, c’mon, deeper-” pushing you down and you took more, a small nod and he still feeling him up, “Look at her man like fuck-” His other hand on Billy’s hip, helding hold him down so you can work better. “-she’s unbelievable. A total dream.”

And Billy agreed. He missed this, you sliding him deep in your mouth, it felt amazing. The praise was so welcome, it made you feel warm.

You missed this, you always went about it differently than Stu, not better, just different in an utterly fantastic way. The look on your face and the moans that slipped out and vibrated up his shaft were extremely telling just how much you got off on doing this. It kept going like that, hands and mouths, you and Stu passing him back and forth. Neither of you can shut up, you starting “I’m so happy you are safe.” and Stu adding on “-that you are here.” and both of you, “Love you so much.”

Billy was trying to stretch this out, didn’t want to bust too fast, wanted to really linger in this moment but you didn’t make it easy.

Stu was focusing hard, fucking him in and out of his mouth, long and slow strokes, deep, so deep, and there you were. One hand on his hip, kissing over his rough pubic hair and lower stomach, and then you did something unexpected. Your fingers traced over the scar carefully.

It made his eyes snap to you and his breath stop, eyes wide. You are looking up at him, “I can’t believe you did that.”

A small smile, “Offering yourself up like that? Trusting me enough to do that to you? I was so scared I took it too far.” You leaned in, he could feel your warm breath against the scar now, “You looked better than I had ever seen you. The way you sounded? My God, Billy. I know how big of a deal that was for you, I’m so thankful.”

The way you talked about it, the look in your eyes he could tell that moment meant as much to you as it did to him. He hadn’t spoken about it much but it meant a lot to him, it was the most important moment to him in your whole relationship. More than the confession, more than the holiday gift exchange, more than any of those moments big or small. His heart was gonna hammer out of his chest at this rate as he watched you lower all the way down and-

You kissed his scar, it hurt but it also made warmth spread throughout him, the feeling it invoked couldn’t be defined, the sharp pang of emotion and arousal that spiked through him was unsurpassed by anything else he’d felt so far this evening.

His hips bucked up, a loud moan, Stu swallowing around his cock and just like that he was close. You kissed it again, and again, tongue ran over the length of the scar gently, soft whispers of his name and love and his hand found the back of Stu’s head, he thrust up into Stu’s mouth once more and came.

It felt extraordinary.

Cock pulsed as he unloaded, thick and salty into the willing mouth wrapped around him. Stu moaned against his cock, taking every single drop he had to give, then he pulled off and Stu was pulling you to him hurriedly. He was kissing you and he got treated to the view of the messy cum filled make out, the way you moaned at getting to taste him. You pressed yourself closer to Stu, needing to be nearer, your own need was becoming too much, you were craving some relief of your own, it felt like Stu needed that too.

You and Stu pulled back and then were swallowing your respective mouthfuls and you said it because it was true, “He tastes fucking amazing.”

Billy’s breathing was coming back to normal, his heart was still pounding, he reached out for you and you crawled up to him, his hand met your face, his thumb swiped over your chin, collecting the small amount of cum that had slipped out of your mouth and he pressed it to your lips, you allowed it easily. He pushed in and wiped his thumb down the centre of your tongue and your lips closed around him and sucked the cum from him.

“I have to see you.” His eyes were fixed on yours and his tone was so low when he said it.

You gave a single nod and leaned down and kissed him, he returned it as he and Stu started to strip you, expose you to them, your shorts shimmied down and your tank top pulled up and off. The panties you had on were drenched, the air felt cool against you now that you were fully exposed. “My God-”

In the process of them getting your clothes off, Stu’s clothes were stripped away too, you had instigated it, tugging on his clothing, Billy took the hint and helped you until both of you were totally naked.

The low light from the moon outside and the tv cast just this glow over you that made you look heavenly. “You are…” Words failed him, nothing seemed good enough or like it could do you justice. He let the words hang in the air, his sentence trailing off and he sighed. The things you were capable of doing to him. “You’ve made him speechless, babe.” Stu teased and it let you let out a soft laugh, it seemed like you really had.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes with a scoff, it sounded fond however. He was already feeling vulnerable and so unlike himself, your teasing wasn’t helping but it was classic you and Stu. He couldn't and wasn’t really mad, if anything it was a comfort, reassuring that things were going to truly work out and be like they were before. really taking you in just as you were doing, he was below you and looked gorgeous.

He starts to touch you. Hands tracing over your sides, your hips, touch is light and he dwells and indulges in you. He plays with your tits, palming them and pulls you to him, mouth closing around one of your nipples. “Billy.”

His hand sinks down, he touches you, rubs your clit, pads of his fingers swirling with even pressure and it makes you moan. It had been a long time, last time someone had touched you was Stu that night you had him in your bed.

You had slacked on masturbation during the breakup. Hadn’t wanted it or been in the mood or right headspace but after being with Stu it had awakened those needs in you once more. Several nights tangled in your own sheets, wishing and hoping for them to be doing it instead, finally having it once more really reminded you that you never wanted to go without ever again.

He strokes your clit until you are squirming and then he moves on, fingers you in earnest, you are so slick he adds a second finger almost immediately as his teeth graze over your nipple, pulling back and switching to your other. Stu has been enjoying the show, seeing you and Billy reunite is something he had been looking forward to since you’d all gotten back together.

Billy pulls back as Stu finally joins in, hands starting to touch you and with Billy’s mouth free you kiss him.

His fingers curl inside you and you gasp against his mouth and it is similar to how he did against yours when you ran him through with his own knife. You grind into his hand, the pleasure was already starting to mount, you were too sensitive, another moan had you breaking the kiss. “Don’t stop.”

Stu is kissing your neck, right behind you, just touching you, getting his own fill, skin on skin contact, fingers rolling your nipples. Stu spoke against your neck, “You heard her, don’t stop man.”

As if Billy ever would. You are moaning, and he can feel it, you were nearly there so fast and you tell him, panting out, “I’m close!”

He urged you on, he wanted to see it, wanted you to break apart in the palm of his hand, “You gonna cum?”

A frantic nod, Stu echos this, “Yeah?” He wanted it just as badly. A weak moan, thighs felt so weak, “Yeahhh-”

You grind more, you tighten up, pleasure coiled so tight, fingers rocking in and out just right, palm pressed to your clit and it becomes too much. You moan and writhe and cum for the first time that night on his hand. “Oh good girl.” The way you clench down and pulse, panting out his name, he couldn’t wait to fuck you, feel you do this again while he is buried inside of you. "Looks like it felt so good.”

Stu is painfully hard. He can’t help it. Pulls you down while you are still heaving, pressing himself to your mouth and you open to let him in. He hissed out your name as you took half his length in one stroke.

You start to blow him, moaning around his cock and Billy loves the sight. Watching as you bob up and down, tasting and enjoying. The difference in how you did him and Stu was subtle, almost imperceptible to someone on the outside but not to them. The way you were so perceptive and took into account the little things that really got to them and elevated the act.

He loves you both, could watch you and Stu for hours.

The only hurt was from the fact you did this without him, now that he is here and present again it was easy to forget all that.

Billy sits up, he touches you, hand on your back is reassuring as he tells you how to suck Stu off. Not like you needed the instruction, but simply because he knows how much it gets to you both, like him taking control and being involved. “Take him deeper. Hmm deeper than that hon, I know you can. Mmm just like that.”

Stu was already moaning, head back, “God, yes.” You could hear the smile in Billy’s tone as he kept telling you what to do. “Pull him out. Stroke him, twist your wrist, yeah, trace your tongue right under the head, fuck. He really loves that.”

You follow his instructions to the letter until Stu is a whimpering mess, you gag and choke on it and it makes Stu almost sob. You pull him back out, stroking him slowly, head of his dick against your cheek as you look up at him through your lashes, “So fucking big, a girl could hurt herself if she isn’t careful.” You lick over the tip and close your lips, an indulgent suck of him before popping him back out, “Would love to be on my knees every fucking night choking on this.”

It doesn't take long, Billy kissing along Stu’s neck, praise heaped on him now, not quite as sweet, “It’s times like this that I really love the fact that you can’t ever shut up.” The moans that spilled from him were unfairly hot and amazing encouragement, as was the blush on Stu’s face from how you heaped on the cock worship. How he sounds always made you want to keep going until he couldn’t vocalize anything remotely close to actual words.

In a few short minutes Stu ends up cumming hard in your mouth. Panting and cursing all the way, shaking in Billy’s grip as he spills into you.

You open your mouth and show off the cum painting your tongue, Stu lets out a groan, “Shit.” before you close your mouth and swallow it back. Billy had his fingers in Stu’s hair, enjoying the sight and he praised, “Without even being asked.”

You are tugged back up to your knees. More kissing is passed between all of you, you aren’t sure how long it goes on for, hard to keep track, hands running over your body, you were so wet, could feel it on your inner thighs, squeezing them together, rubbing them together, wanting some stimulation.

Soon the kissing slowed and then you were on your back. Billy is on top of you, he is going to have you, he is so hard again, he is overcome with feeling in the moment.

Touching you softly, fingers brushed some of your hair aside and then down the side of your face, down further over your chest and hip, coming onto your outer thigh, fingers hooking under, you took the hint, your legs wrapping around him. He was pressed to you, grinding himself against you, feeling how wet you were, the friction on your clit had you sighing in pleasure.

“Billy, fuck. I can’t wait, please? I need you.”

The way you are moving against him, grinding back, whispering such sweet things, “Been craving this for so long.”

He had been too, missed it just as much and so he lined up, prods at your dripping entrance, you tense slightly, a sharp inhale, anticipating the feeling of him taking you. He takes a deep breath and his hips move and he slowly slips inside, the shared moan you both let out urges you both on. He doesn’t stop, inching himself inside, feeling how tight and drenched your are, enveloping him perfectly, so welcoming, and even if it might be kind of corny he can’t help but think, “You feel like home.”

You had your hands on his shoulders, legs hugging his hips, back arching, moaning so perfectly, you begging him to move. It is dangerously close to being enough to make him cum on the spot. He takes a moment. A deep and steady breath before starting to move.

He fucks you slowly.

The stretch of him and the drag of his cock inside is satisfying in one breath and makes the need worse in the next, the ache and craving settled deep inside. He takes his time, wants to enjoy every bit of feeling and sensation of the heat and wetness, the feel of your skin against his and your breathing fanning over his throat, the moans that escaped as you writhed below. “Billy-” God, how you moaned his name. “-mmf yes, feels-” what you said made it impossible to not, he gave a harder thrust that made that sentence die on your tongue with another moan.

He needs even more. His hand feels down your arm, he feels your own scars that you gave yourself that night again. It makes the feeling swell inside his chest again. His mind is running wild as he has you. Thoughts of you being the best, the absolute best, he thought he was obsessed with you before but now? It made the feeling before feel like a drop in the bucket. He was totally in love, irrevocably. He kisses you, moans your name against your own mouth, rutting into you, pace still wonderfully slow, still trying hard to not cum so soon.

Stu is touching you both, looking you over, taking in the act of it. On his side, his hand running down Billy’s back one moment and palming one of your tits the next, it isn’t helping Billy, or rather it is helping him along too well. It all hits right then. Being with you and Stu again, in your shared apartment, in your shared bed, buried fully inside of you and Stu almost pressed to him, whispering, “She sounds so fucking good.”

You did. You felt and sounded perfect. He can’t get over the fact you are with him, that everything worked out, all because of you and Stu, the love and devotion makes him break.

He ends up getting too overwhelmed. He cries. Not hard but it is unmistakable, the tears slipping down his face and the shake of his shoulders.

You catch on immediately, “Oh Billy, come here-” and wrap your arm around his neck, pull him close, kissing along the side of his face.

“It's okay, we’re here, it’s all good baby-”, Stu is rubbing up his back soothingly, “Let it all out.” and he really breaks.

He sobs into the crook of your neck and he fucks harder. You know he wasn’t going to last, you want to reach your end with him, your hand slips between your bodies, fingers rubbing firm circles over your clit. It pulls a louder moan and makes you clench around him, “Billy-oh my fucking God-”

As good as it is when you do this he feels selfish, he wants to make you cum again. His hand between you, knocking yours out of the way, rubbing your clit for you. Pressure and pace matching his thrusts and you nearly sob yourself, you tell him you are “-so close!”

He begs you for once, “Fuck! Baby, please cum, m’ not gonna last, please-” you chant out his name, pleasure rising, panting and eyes closed tight, right on the edge and he just manages to outlast you, with another swift move of his fingers you do just as he asked, you cum hard.

Legs shaking and still gasping his name, he kisses you while you are still mid-way through, pace faltering, his face is wet, you kiss him back, hand on your arm around his neck slips into his hair, you tug gently and he breathes out, “I love you.” And with a few short and hard thrusts it happens and he cums inside of you, finally allowing himself release once yours had been assured with an ample moan of your name.

You had missed getting fucked in general but getting creampied like this was really something else.

You hold each other on the come down, he is still inside you, kissing you and you returning it, kissing slowly down, less heated, softer and sweeter. Breathing slowly comes back to normal and you are running your fingers through his hair, “I love you too.”

As much as he doesn’t want to, he slowly pulls out, Stu is still right there and after seeing all of that of course he wants you, more than that, has to have you.

Billy rolls onto his side off of you and he watches as Stu pulls you into his lap, your legs are still trembling, arms wrapped around his neck and you are still filled with Billy’s cum as he slips it in. It makes his eyes roll back, head falling back as well, a moan of your name and you moan his in kind.

True, while you had been physical with Stu sooner than you had been with Billy you didn’t do this, having him inside you again, especially when you were still so sensitive after just getting fucked by Billy.

There isn’t as much lead up or pre-amble. He is much too turned on for that, the craving to have you just as your shared boyfriend had was frantic. You aren’t going to complain. Billy props up, watching as you start to move your hips, watches as Stu fucks you slow and hard and there isn’t any more hurt.

He is just filled with love as he watches the two most important people in his life find pleasure in each other. Watching how your breasts bounce and how hard Stu’s fingers dig into your waist, pulling you up and down, filling you over and over. His tongue dragged up over your neck and you arched close to him, moaning out his name, the pace picked up. You and Stu touching, moaning and squirming, him fucking up into you over and over and you finally having enough feeling in your legs to fuck back down onto him. His hands on your hips he angles you just a little and it makes you yelp, “There it is.”

You nod, “Mmm! Yes, right there! Fuck, Stu-” He is hitting that sweet spot inside and with you in his lap the friction on your clit was just right. You were soaked, the sounds of your moaning and how wet you were along with the slap of skin on skin filling the bedroom and Stu wasn’t being quiet either. “God, I’m almost there, shit-”

You were nodding, still slamming down onto him, grinding your clit as you did, “Me-me too!” Billy couldn’t tear his eyes away, the look in Stu’s eyes, his mouth hanging open, panting and moaning, hips rocking up, painfully hard cock plunging into you again and again. And then you, sweet and wonderful you, rocking with him, moaning and panting, shaking and about ready to fall apart.

You cum just a moment before Stu does, pulling you down hard, all the way inside, filling you and adding to the mess, his forehead pressed to yours, you moaning out his name as you are overcome with the feeling of your orgasm taking hold as he cums. You were breathing so hard, as the two of you wring out every ounce of pleasure you can and when it's over you sigh out, “Stu, fuck-” He let out a small laugh, a hum and he nodded, nose nuzzling into your throat, “Yeah you really said it all.”

Made you let out a small giggle and Stu pressed kisses over your neck and face, you kissed over his face in return and then his hands on your hips he pulled you up and you allowed yourself to fall back onto the bed.

Billy looked you over. Spread out on the bed, legs open, cum spilling out, soaked in sweat and leaking them, heaving, you are beautiful.

Your hand slides down your stomach, coming to rest between your thighs, you finger yourself, two fingers pumping in and out of yourself lazily before coming up and tasting the mix of the three of you. A satisfied hum pulled out as you do so. Stu reaches out, hand closes on your wrist and he tugs your fingers out of your mouth, “C’mon don’t hog it.” He teases and then your fingers are in his mouth, he sucks the remaining mess off, tongue rolling between your fingers and when he is positive he has gotten it all he pulls you out, “God, that’s good.”

It did look good. Billy asked, “Don’t I get any?” You give a nod and get up on your knees, scooting closer, one hand on his shoulder, your other hand between your legs, you maintain eye-contact with him as you slip your fingers inside. A soft moan crosses your lips and once you slide them in and out a few times you pull them out, hold your hand up and he leans in, tastes it for himself and it makes him want to roll his eyes back. The three of you all together tastes, the only word that comes to mind is complete.

You all are close together after that, still stark naked and curled up, enjoying the closeness and quiet.

“So I am thinking pizza?” Stu asks and fuck, that sounded amazing.

“We have some drinks in the fridge, yeah?” You ask in return Billy says “Yeah we do.”

“Order the pizza and then take a shower while we wait for it to come?” Stu offered and you agreed and peel yourself away. Get off the bed and Stu reaches out and his hands go to your sides, he tickles you and you laugh, “AH! No, Stu! St-stop!”

And you squirm away, giggling and continually telling him to “Stop it!” Stu getting off the bed, not letting up.

Billy is sitting up, a wide smile on his face, starting to get up himself, watching you try to get away and Stu going after you.

This?

All of this?

This is perfection to Billy Loomis. No more than that, this is perfection for the three of you.

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