nsfw: in a perfect world Kevin would spend his Sunday evenings tied up with a nice little collar wrapped around his neck and lace underwear on and he’d have to fight to stop himself from cumming as Andrew and Jeremy both used their talented mouths on him at the same time. Just superstar Kevin Day having to watch as two pretty California blondes absolutely wreck him with their lips and tongues and teeth and Andrew already told him that if he came with out permission they’d leave him there hard and leaking and aching (Jeremy would show him a little bit of mercy and give him a handy, dw) but Kevin doesn’t want that, he wants to be a good boy so he tries his hardest to keep himself in line and continue to ‘behave’ for them. They’ll ride him all the way down the line, push him right to the edge again and again, but it’ll be so worth it once he finally gets the go ahead and is allowed to cum down one of their tight throats. Afterward Jeremy will stroke his hair and tell him how pretty he is while Andrew gets to work stripping Kevin of the collar and restraints so he can rub Kev’s fav ointment into his red, angry skin. His limbs will feel weak but satiated in the best way possible from seizing up every time he was almost allowed to cum and then refused and it’s the best sort of soreness that Kevin’s ever felt; in a tough-love sort of way he feels so, so doted on, so loved, and so cared for.
my first mermaid AU!!! featuring kevin/andrew/jeremy, in which kevin sets up his land people with his sea people
for @seize-the-day-event!
the hours before sunrise
Kevin had chosen the pre-dawn hours for their rendezvous; a built-in deadline seemed ideal for this meeting of worlds. They'd have an hour together, at most, before Jean and Neil would dive back into the water, flipping their tails skyward and disappearing beneath the waves, and he and Jeremy and Andrew would return to their little bungalow.
"Are we almost there?" Jeremy asked from the backseat. Andrew was driving; it was Jeremy’s Jeep but Andrew always drove when they were together. Kevin had been granted front seat status as he was the only one who knew where to go.
He squinted into the darkness; he'd told Andrew to keep the headlights off, knowing Neil and Jean would be more comfortable in just the moonlight.
"There," he said suddenly, seeing a flash of silver.
They looked human for the most part, standing side by side in the surf. Only the glint of moonlight on the scales at their bare shoulders and hips gave any indication otherwise.
"Whoa," Jeremy said, his breath warm on Kevin's neck when he leaned forward over the back of Kevin's seat.
Andrew brought the car to a stop and they all got out, bare feet slipping in the loose sand as they made their way down to the water. Andrew stopped before the sand got damp, but Jeremy kept going, rocking to a halt only when Kevin pulled his arm to stop him a few feet from Jean and Neil.
Kevin was suddenly aware of how very naked Jean and Neil both were - he hadn't thought about that when he suggested they meet on land. Not that Jeremy or Andrew seemed to mind – Andrew gave the two of them a slow once over, his gaze lingering on the scars on Neil’s chest before his focus shifted to lighting a cigarette, and Jeremy let out a low whistle before coughing awkwardly and looking up at the stars instead. Kevin shook his head. He’d expected this – Jean and Neil both had lithe forms, with lean muscle suited for swimming long distances with speed, and he knew how Andrew and Jeremy reacted to his own athletic body. It was part of why he’d wanted them all to meet.
Jeremy, predictably, stuck out a hand and introduced himself. Jean took it, but when Jeremy turned to Neil, Neil crossed his arms.
“Be nice,” Kevin muttered at him. It had no effect, but Jeremy was undeterred.
“This is Andrew,” Jeremy said, gesturing unnecessarily toward where Andrew was sitting with his elbows propped on his knees a few feet away. Andrew gave them a lazy two-fingered salute.
“So,” Jeremy continued when no one else took the initiative. “You and Kevin grew up together, huh?”
It wasn’t a topic Kevin really wanted to discuss tonight, his injury and subsequent relegation to land, but it wasn’t exactly like he’d prepared an ice-breaker activity.
“Before he was forced to leave, yes,” Jean answered. He gave Jeremy an appraising look. “What is he to you?”
“Oh,” Jeremy said, clearly thrown off that they didn’t already know.
“We’re together,” Andrew said into the silence.
Neil tilted his head with apparent interest, or maybe just curiosity.
“They’re important to me,” Kevin explained. “As are the two of you.”
It got easier after that. Perhaps everyone was making an effort on his behalf. Whatever it was, Kevin felt warm and weighted as they all talked, anchored in a way he hadn’t felt since he’d left the ocean.
They wandered down the beach as they talked, stopping only when the sky began to lighten.
Kevin gestured to Andrew and Jeremy to wait, and walked Jean and Neil down to the water. He handed Jean a shell he had picked up, a perfectly intact sand dollar. Jean took it and pressed his knuckles into Kevin’s palm for a moment before stepping back. Andrew had given Neil his shirt; Neil tugged it over his head and handed it to Kevin.
Kevin looked between Neil and Jean, trying to convey all the warmth he felt in his chest. “Thank you for meeting them.”
“They were… interesting,” Jean said, looking past Kevin to where Andrew and Jeremy were sharing a cigarette.
“Can we meet your dad too?” Neil asked. “I want him to teach me that sport Jeremy was talking about.”
Kevin thought about it for a moment, about his mother, coming out of the sea each night to play Exy with Kevin’s father. His father didn’t often talk of her, but Kevin knew that was how they had first met.
“Maybe,” Kevin said, and Neil nodded, accepting that.
Kevin looked at the horizon, where the first sliver of burning gold was crossing the horizon. “You better get going.”
He reached out to squeeze Neil’s shoulder, and then looked backward to see Jeremy waving at them. Jean nodded at him, and Neil gave a two-fingered salute toward Andrew, who blew smoke in his direction in reply.
Then with a splash Jean and Neil were gone, and Kevin rejoined Andrew and Jeremy for the long walk back to the car.
“I liked them,” Jeremy declared. Andrew didn’t say anything, but Kevin had seen the way his gaze had never left Neil, and that was enough.
As they walked, every so often Kevin would look out at the ocean and see two flashes of silver, following them down the beach as the sun rose over the water.
