Lunch With New Friends || McMake
Tagged: Jake Puckerman, Madison McCarthy, and Mason McCarthy
Location: SFSU Cafeteria and McCarthy appartment
Time: Lunch Hour; Tuesday, March 20th
Summary: Mason and Madison go hunting and set their sights on Jake. He's more than happy to be their prey for a day.
Warnings: Incest
Mason McCarthy
Mason lifted his tray up above his head momentarily, to keep it from being knocked out of his hand. Was their school giving away hundred dollar bills today or something? He checked behind him quickly, just to make sure he hadn't lost Madison in the sea of people. She was right there, just like she always was. There were literally no empty tables in the cafeteria to speak of. He finally spotted a four top with a one guy sitting at it, and nodded toward him. "Put your charm on. And undo this top button," he added with a wink.
Madison McCarthy
Seriously?" Madison murmured. She rolled her eyes, but it certainly wouldn't hurt their chances. And if the guy didn't react to her, then Mason could turn on his charm. She undid the button anyway, and leaned over slightly when she approached the table -- enough to show off, but not so overtly that it was obvious. "Are these seats taken?"
Jake Puckerman
Jake looked up from his laptop, blinking placidly. "I believe they are now," he agreed easily, shoving a book towards his side of the table, so the two newcomers had more space. "I'm Jake." A cursory smile before looking back to his work. This paper was due in a couple days, and he'd put it off; he had several other assignments he'd put off too, hence eating at the cafeteria; although, his sandwich sat untouched by his elbow. Normally, Jake spent as little time on campus as possible.
Mason McCarthy
Mason had been half joking; but, hey, it worked, so he wasn't going to complain. He slipped past Madison and settled beside her with his tray. "Mason. This is my sister, Madison," he introduced. He eyed Madison curiously, silently asking her opinion on the guy.
Madison McCarthy
Madison didn't want to judge too preemptively, but her first impression was definitely a good one. Jake looked studious at the moment, but she suspected that might not always be the case, especially with soulful brown eyes like those. She bobbed her head at Mason, a nod meant only for him, and left her shirt unbuttoned as she started eating. "Not a fan of the sandwich?" she asked.
Jake Puckerman
"Hm?" Jake glanced up, then down at his food. "Oh, just... busy. Put off this paper too long, and this lab, and this busy work." He shrugged, still staring at his work. "Still got some time left before it's all due but... you know-" Jake trailed off, but changed his mine abruptly, turning his focus towards the two of them. "Hey, did you just say your names are Mason and Madison? That... sounds really familiar. Do I know you?" he asked, closing his laptop and moving the sandwich to sit on top.
Mason McCarthy
It clicked then, when the guy finally lifted his head, and Mason grinned playfully. "You're the guy who looks good under his shirt!" he said, resting his chin on his fist and enjoying the coincidence. "I mean, I haven't seen, but I guessed," he told to Madison. "You've gotta give me that assumption though." He gestured across the table as if that explained everything before reaching for his water bottle.
Madison McCarthy
Madison eyed Jake a little more intently now that Mason had made the connection. "I think you're right," she said, nodding appreciatively. "So you've met my brother but not me? Interesting. But not surprising. He does like to look out for us."
Jake Puckerman
Jake blinked rapidly, trying to process the pieces of information he was getting from these two. They didn't quite line up. "Ah... I think so? And... thank you? I guess?" He looked over at Mason dubiously, before turning back to Madison, eyes darting to the part in her shirt and back up. "I don't know that I can really say I've met either one of you, since that was just online, and meeting people online doesn't really count for much."
Mason McCarthy
"It's a start," Mason pointed out. He didn't miss the way Jake's eyes traveled over Madison, but there wasn't a trace of jealousy in him. The same couldn't be entirely said for desire though. "And look at us now! All sitting here having lunch together. Who knows what'll happen next?"
Madison McCarthy
"Could be anything," Madison said, looking from one boy to the other. She always did like when they found a new friend to play with, especially when they were kind of taciturn to begin with. It was fun getting into their heads. "Do you have another class after this, Jake?"
Jake Puckerman
"Not exactly. Stats, but the professor is just reviewing for midterms next week. No new material. I was planning to blow it off to work on this stuff." Jake gestured to the detritus of his research scattered around the table. "Why do you ask?"
Mason McCarthy
Mason looked around and scrunched up his nose. "That sounds positively boring," he decided. He brought a napkin into his lap to wipe his fingers before resting them on Madison's thigh, underneath the table. "And Madi just loves to make new friends."
Madison McCarthy
"He's right," Madison added, smiling broadly when she felt Mason's hand. "And hanging out with new friends is definitely a lot more fun than boring old stats class or working on homework. Don't you think so?" She didn't want to push too hard, but she certainly had to push at least a little bit if she wanted Jake to say anything to them at all.
Jake Puckerman
Jake looked at the odd pair sitting across from him, then down to the mountain of work he didn't really see the point of. "Yeah, alright, why not," he sighed, looking back up to them, grabbing his sandwich and finally taking a bite. "Anything in... particular you wanted to do? After lunch, that is?"
Mason McCarthy
Mason had to put all his effort into schooling the smile that wanted to bloom across his face. He squeezed Madison's thigh gently instead to express his excitement. And pride as well. His sister really was a genius at this sort of thing. He chewed slowly and looked to Madison as he swallowed, licking his lips. "What do you think, Mads?"
Madison McCarthy
"Well, normally I'd suggest coffee," Madison suggested, "but since we're already eating, maybe we could do something else. Oh! Do you like board games, Jake? We have a bunch back at our place."
Jake Puckerman
Jake raised an eyebrow at the two of them. "I don't think I've played a board game in over a decade." He shook his head, but shrugged all the same. "Sure, why not? Could be fun. It'll be nostalgic or something."
Mason McCarthy
Mason brought his hands up to clap excitedly, wiggling in his chair. "Yay, new friends!" He stabbed at his salad, still smiling brightly even as he chewed. "I'd be careful if I were you though. Madi can get rather... competitive." He shot her a wink and continued grinning down at his plate.
Madison McCarthy
Madison just laughed brightly, and waved Mason off like it was no big deal at all. "Don't listen to him. If you haven't played in a while, I can go easy on you." She grinned up at Jake like a cat with a canary, well aware how apropos the metaphor was in that moment.
Jake Puckerman
"I think I can handle myself. It's not like you ever forget how to play games." Jake chewed his sandwich thoughtfully. "Even if you're playing a game you're unfamiliar with, the basic concepts stay the same. I'm sure we'll figure it out."
Mason McCarthy
Mason looked between the two of them curiously. Jake seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't back down from a challenge which boded well for the two of them. "Well, luckily, we're both pretty great at... going with the flow too."
Madison McCarthy
"Then, it looks like we have a plan for after lunch," Madison decided brightly. She nudged Jake's ankle under the table, just a little hint, even though it was pretty clear that Jake knew what was happening. "So... tell us more about yourself? What brings you here, what are you studying, don't you think Mason's hair looks great today?"
Jake Puckerman
Jake's gaze slid across Madison and up to Mason's hair. "It's hair.... I suppose it's alright though. But uh..." he continued, gaze falling back to Madison, "I'm Jake. I'm just taking general study classes right now. Still haven't declared my major. I'm not really a college type.. I used to play sports in high school, but... I just played for fun. Sorry, I'm not that interesting. Just a dude."
Mason McCarthy
Mason smiled proudly and brought a hand up to adjust his bangs. He brought his attention back to Jake's words though and listened intently, still leaning forward on the table. "Being a dude's not such a bad thing. I do it everyday. I just happen to be a singing dude."
Madison McCarthy
"I bet you've got hidden depths," Madison added, peering at Jake as if to get a better look at his eyes -- still soulful, still kind, despite the distance he seemed to be trying to put between himself and them.
Jake Puckerman
"Nah. I'm pretty much a 'what you see is what you get' kinda guy," Jake said finishing off his sandwich. It was a small sandwich. "It's not bad, it's just me." He shrugged again. "What about you two?" He looked from one to the other and back. "What's your major? What brings you here and all that?"
Mason McCarthy
"Singing," Mason repeated as he waved a potato chip around and then popped it into his mouth. He smirked at Jake's quizzical look. "I'm a musical theater major. And I suppose we came here..." He looked to Madison, his smile turning a little more fond. "It was close to our family. Felt safe."
Madison McCarthy
"Same," Madison replied with a nod. "On all accounts. We're just lucky we're not up for the same roles." She plucked a chip off of Mason's plate and crunched it thoughtfully. "We're supposed to be thinking of a minor, too, or at least taking some classes to fall back on, but we can't think of anything we like that much. And besides, if you have too much to fall back on, you won't try as hard for your dreams."
Jake Puckerman
"Hmm... Only if you treat your minor like an accessory instead of an enhancement," Jake said, brushing the bread crumbs from his fingers over his plate and setting it aside. "What minor would give your singing and performing skills a boost? What sorts of roles are you going for? Serious and dramatic? Minor in history, because history is just another story that happens to be true -- and it's almost always dramatic. If you see yourself as a more 'action-flick' actor, take some engineering courses, learn how the cars you'll pretend to crash actually work. If you're more artsy-fartsy, learn about foreign cultures in anthropology or sociology courses. Just because it's not directly related to your field, doesn't mean it has to be what you plan to do instead of your chosen profession."
Mason McCarthy
"Pretty and deep," Mason noted, still staring a bit dreamily. He had a feeling Madison was going to need to crack this one, but he was still going to enjoy himself along the way. "I like the way you think... Jake."
Madison McCarthy
"Mhmm, it's a very attractive brain," Madison agreed. It was just like the rest of him, or at least, she could surmise as much. "You guys about ready to go? Need some napkins to take that to go?"
Jake Puckerman
"I'm done." Jake waved a hand over the empty plate that was his lunch before hefting his empty bag onto the table. He started to shove things into it, so they could get going. "You guys live far from campus?"
Mason McCarthy
"Not at all," Mason assured Jake before chugging down the last of his water. He took Madison's tray and set it on top of his, so he could get rid of all their trash. "Let's give up this prime piece of table real estate to some more hungry lionesses and go find some other fun."
Madison McCarthy
Madison slid off the tall chair and followed Mason out of the cafeteria, ponytail swinging as she walked. She made sure to walk in front of Jake too, even though she'd like that view, she wanted to give him a view of his own. "Do you wanna drive over with us?" she asked over her shoulder.
Jake Puckerman
"May as well, I usually take the bus or walk. So, I'll ride shotgun with you guys." Jake said easily, his eyes lingering on the long curl of Madison's hair and the way it swept down her back, accenting the limber curve. "Whatever's easiest."
Mason McCarthy
"Did you just call shotgun on me? He just called shotgun on me," Mason teased, actually rather pleased with the idea. He lead the way out to the car and then slipped into the backseat, content to watch this whole thing unfold.
Madison McCarthy
Which meant that Madison took the drivers' seat and turned the radio on, so she and Mason could sing along with whatever was playing on the classic rock station on the drive back. They might be trying to make a new 'friend,' but that didn't mean they wouldn't be themselves, especially as they neared their own home -- a little apartment on the second floor of a walk up building. "Just come on up. You don't have a bad knee or anything, do you? Mason could probably carry you up if you need him to."
Jake Puckerman
"No bad knees here." Jake followed along, glancing at Mason and specifically Mason's arms. "Which is good, because I'm not so sure Mason really could carry me up these steps. Not that I doubt his strength and stamina, but... I'm not exactly light." He turned back to the front, letting his eyes follow Madison's ass in front of him, conveniently at eye level as she walked a few steps ahead of him. He liked these two, they were weird, but they sure kept things interesting.
Mason McCarthy
"Excuse you, in my senior year, I was lifting two cheerleaders at a time. One with each arm," Mason stated proudly as he followed along in the back. "I may look long and lanky, but I can do double back hand springs in my sleep." He enjoyed his own view and smiled at the other guy as he passed him to open up the door.
Madison McCarthy
"He can," Madison insisted. "Fortunately he doesn't, otherwise we'd have a lot more to explain to our neighbors than we already do." She didn't elaborate on what it was they already needed to explain, just assumed Jake was a smart enough boy to figure it out on his own. "So... Monopoly? Scrabble? Twister?" She turned to give Jake a little smirk at the mention of the last game.
Jake Puckerman
"Twister's a little difficult to play with just three people..." Jake smirked, leaning against the wall by the door. "What do you guys play the most? What single game do you two like to do when you're alone?" he asked, already suspecting he knew the answer, but not quite ready to assume in case he didn't.
Mason McCarthy
A sharp squeak of laughter escaped from Mason's throat; he quickly coughed to cover it up, bringing his fist up to his mouth. "S-sorry. Something caught in my throat there," he got out as he finally pushed the door open and let Jake step inside, tossing Madison a look over his shoulder.
Madison McCarthy
"Well... we like Battleship," Madison said nonchalantly. As soon as the door was closed, though, she stepped in a little closer to Jake, trailing fingertips over his collar. "Sometimes we don't even use the boards and pieces."
Jake Puckerman
"Oh really?" Jake looked down at Madison, his hand going naturally to her hip, resting there, heavily. "And how does one play Battleship without boards or pieces?" A sly glint flitted in Jake's eyes, full of mischievous promise.
Mason McCarthy
Mason leaned back against the door for a moment and just watched them. The memory of Madison's curves along his fingertips filled his senses as he watched someone else touch them. He breezed by them, stopping along the way to whisper near Jake's ear, "Talent." He continued into their little kitchenette and grabbed a can of Coke, leaning against the counter that opened out into the living room.
Madison McCarthy
"Give me a coordinate," Madison said. "I'll show you where it is, and you can tell me if it's a hit or a miss." She stepped back and looked at Jake with faux guilelessness, blinking wide and bright eyes at him.
Jake Puckerman
Jake stared at Madison hotly, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled loudly in the open space. "Is that right?" He glanced over at Mason, debating whether he cared that the other man was watching, but... honestly, there were far stranger aspects to this than the voyeurism. "Alright then, B7," he said, voice dark, daring.
Mason McCarthy
"Ooh, good pick," Mason hummed, smiling to himself as he pulled up one of the barstools. He didn't know if it was best to make himself known or not, but sometimes he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Madison McCarthy
Madison counted along the imaginary grid on Jake's body, two over and seven down, which landed her just underneath his right pec, along the ribcage on a spot she knew drove Mason crazy. Of course he'd think it was a good pick. She dropped to one knee in front of him, and slid a delicate hand up from his hip to that spot before leaning in to press a kiss there, still above his clothes. "Wanna try again?"
Jake Puckerman
"Hmm... Isn't it your turn to give me a coordinate?" Jake pointed out, watching Madison thoughtfully. "But I'm happy to go twice in a row. how about... E2?" he asked, lifting his chin expectantly. It would take a few tries before he had the exact scale of their little 'game' mapped out, but the unknown, the discovery, was half the fun.
Mason McCarthy
Mason tilted his head and watched intently. He imagined it might land Madison somewhere along Jake's collarbone, and he looked forward to seeing it. He drug his bottom lip through his teeth and forced himself to stay quiet.
Madison McCarthy
"Oh, that's easy," Madison replied, and stood up, so she could drop another innocent kiss just barely underneath Jake's left collarbone. It was a lot more fun when they played naked, and sometimes with Mason there was biting, but she'd let Jake ease into the game; it all depended on what he was comfortable with. "You really want me to go next? What about Mason? He's probably feeling left out."
Jake Puckerman
"Hmm. You make a fair point," Jake agreed, turning to face Mason, his arm wrapping around Madison's waist once more, pulling her in a little tighter, a little closer, her hip to his thigh, his chest to her shoulder. "Mason? Would you like to join us in our Battleship?" The tone of his voice belied the slight anxiety he felt. He'd never had sex with a man, never even kissed another man, but Madison was gorgeous, and Jake was never one to back down from new experiences.
Mason McCarthy
Mason's lips curled up slowly. "I don't mind watching. If that's what you'd prefer," he said quietly. He looked over into Madison's eyes though and, well, he never could resist those. "Though... I might be able to provide you with a couple of tips." He left his can on the counter and strode over, stepping behind Madison and slipping his hand between the two bodies. "For one. She always calls D10 first. And it's right... here." He brought her shirt up just enough to run his finger over the spot just under her navel, just a hint of skin.
Madison McCarthy
"It's always a hit," Madison purred, trailing her fingertips over the back of Mason's hand. "Even if it doesn't quite sink my battleship. Not... on its own, anyway. Some of the traditional rules still apply." She turned her head and looked over her shoulder up at Mason, a question in her eyes. "D3?"
Jake Puckerman
"Is that.... here?" Jake interrupted, his fingers trailing down Madison's throat, dipping into the top of her cleavage, not quite touching her breasts. It was a horrible tease; Jake wanted to move his hand so badly in any direction. He wanted to move to either side to palm her pert, round tits. He wanted to dip lower between her breasts and feel the warmth of her sternum where the V of Madison's bra brought those beautiful breasts closer together. It was a perfect hit. It made him want nothing more than to strip her clothes off, and all he did was trail his fingers almost chastely across the middle of her chest. The fingers of his other hand tightened on Madison's hip, pulling her closer into the small space they made. "I think that might hit me more than it hits you..."
Mason McCarthy
Mason smiled down at Madison, his eyes sparkling right along with hers. He nuzzled against her cheek and pressed a sweet kiss there before nipping at her earlobe. "He's good at this game," he whispered, though he knew it was loud enough for all of them to hear. More than one former player had run out the door the moment Mason and Madison had touched each other, so he was already impressed. "Of course to really sink a battleship, you have to dive a little... deeper."
Madison McCarthy
All this was already more than Madison had expected, and she honestly had no complaints. Even if Jake wasn't all that interested in experimenting with Mason directly, he was still here, and she had to appreciate that. "It's a little low for three, but I can forgive you since it's still your first time," she laughed. "I can't penalize you for cheating when you're still just learning the rules, after all."
Jake Puckerman
"Hmm. And what do I get if I win?" Jake asked, sliding his fingers reluctantly upward to hit the mark. "How do we know if a battleship has been sunk?" He had a guess, but the parameters of this game were rather... childish at best, despite the sexual undercurrent. Either way, he had a feeling he was 'losing.' His 'battleship' was already standing at half-mast.
Mason McCarthy
"Oh, you'll know," Mason assured him as he brought his fingers up to untie Madison's hair and let the long locks fall around her shoulders. "If you manage to win... she makes the most delicious noises. And if you lose, well... you still win." He winked over Madison's shoulder and silently made a bet with himself to see if he could at least get a good kiss out of the other man before this was over.
Madison McCarthy
"There aren't really any losers if you play it right," Madison explained, smoothing delicate fingertips down Jake's chest. She could tell he definitely looked amazing under there -- not that they'd have to wait all that long to find out for sure. "But that doesn't mean it isn't any fun. Do you want to make another call, Jake?" It wasn't really a question, and this time Madison fully intended to let Mason make the hit, as long as Jake would let him.
Jake Puckerman
"Ah..." Jake blinked, distracted by Madison's wandering hand and watching her brother's hand playing with her hair. It wasn't how he'd expected to spend his Friday afternoon, and more than a little weird, but Jake was strangely okay with it. "A9," he settled on, holding his arm out of the way and looking expectantly at Madison.
Mason McCarthy
Mason caught the look that Madison gave him over her shoulder, and he grinned slowly. He had to love her for the little presents she gave him. He got to his knees at their side and rucked up Jake's t-shirt, because he was tired of this clothing nonsense."Daaaamn, I was right," he commented with raised eyebrows. "Feel free to push me away if I make you uncomfortable," he offered. "But try to be gentle." He winked up at Jake before pressing soft lips to Jake's side, low against his abs. Damn, those were fine.
Madison McCarthy
Madison was particularly pleased with that result, and she couldn't possibly hide the smile that blossomed on her lips. "You look so beautiful together," she sighed, and then, without much warning, pulled off her own shirt, which she tossed towards the couch. "C4," she instructed.
Jake Puckerman
Jake's head whipped about, staring bug-eyed at the pleasant surprise. "Whoa... You look pretty beautiful yourself," he said, licking his lips. It took him a moment before he realized, he was about to miss his turn if he weren't careful. And what a turn is was. With a hungry smile spreading across his face, Jake bent, leaning in to press a single, dry kiss to the shimmery fabric of Madison's bra. Directly over her right nipple. "Hit."
Mason McCarthy
Mason looked up and watched the way Madison's back arched slightly. One of the things he loved about adding people to the equation was the opportunity it gave him to really look at her and her undeniable beauty. He stood up slowly and ran his fingertips up Madison's spine. "I get to play too now, right? E3," he added with a whisper against Madison's ear.
Madison McCarthy
It definitely was a hit, no doubt about that. Madison turned in between her boys, now facing Mason; without fanfare she lifted his shirt over his head and zeroed in the spot in question, warm lips lingering on his chest before pulling back with a gentle scrape of her teeth. "We could always take this somewhere a little more comfortable for all of us," she added, before Jake could complain about just how familiar they were with each other.
Jake Puckerman
"That sounds good to me," Jake hummed, examining Mason's toned physique. Jake himself was more muscled, but Mason wasn't half bad looking, and stood next to his sister, the pair of them were even more beautiful. Where he was tall, she was petite. Where she was soft curves, he was sharp angles. They were both pale skin and black hair. A shiver ran down Jake's spine as he said, "Lead the way."
Mason McCarthy
Mason let out a breath as Madison kissed him just above his beating heart. He slipped his hand into Madison's and led the way back to their bedroom. Their one bedroom with the one queen sized bed. A slightly tight squeeze for three, but they could make it work for the occasion. They'd done it before. "This is where the magic happens. Sorry, I always wanted to say that," he laughed, as if he'd never said it before.
Madison McCarthy
Madison rolled her eyes; Mason said that every single time they brought someone up. He wasn't exactly wrong, though -- the things that happened here could very well be magical, especially with a newcomer. She shed her jeans, then crawled across the bed and laid back on the pillows, beckoning both boys to join her. "I know you didn't come up here to watch me do some magic all by myself," she teased.
Jake Puckerman
"I don't know. I think you're probably quite the enchantress when you feel the need," Jake said, never taking his eyes off the shimmery, white satin of Madison's bra and panties as he fumbled open his jeans and pushed them down. He hesitated on the dark, green Y-fronts before leaving them on, climbing on the bed after her. "Come on, Mason. Don't hold up the show." Jake smirked.
Mason McCarthy
"Oh, she does put on an amazing show," Mason assured Jake as he rid himself of his jeans. "Makes it damn near impossible not to join in though." He smiled at the invitation and climbed in on Madison's other side, grazing fingertips over her stomach. Maybe Jake didn't mind having him along for the ride so much after all. "Do you wanna keep playing, Babe? Or should we find a new game?"
Madison McCarthy
"Well, there's no point in trying to keep up the pretense when we're all already here in bed in our underwear," Madison pointed out. "And... happy to be here, it looks like," she added, noting the boys' current states of excitement. She leaned in a little closer towards Jake, gliding fingertips over his cheek, suddenly serious. "Ground rules. What are yours?"
Jake Puckerman
"I don't want anything- inside me," Jake said quickly, making a bit of a face. "Well... Fingers in mouths might be an exception..." he allowed, nipping at Madison's fingers as they trailed over his lips before she pulled them away. "He's free to watch," Jake said, nodding towards Mason. "Touch. Me or you, just... I'm not gay."
Mason McCarthy
"Well, I kinda got that from the way you've been staring at my sister's rack since we met," Mason pointed out with a grin. "Thought I can't really blame you. It is... fabulous." Mason stared as hungrily as ever and cupped Madison's breast in his hand for just a moment. "Though, to be fair. I'm not gay either, but I love stuff up my ass. But that's nothing for you to worry about. Nothing happens in here that anyone's uncomfortable with."
Madison McCarthy
A soft hum escaped Madison's lips when Mason touched her, a hum that wasn't just for show, but the expression of pleasure resolved into an easy smile. She leaned in to steal a soft, sweet kiss from Mason's lips, one that didn't linger too much, but still indicated they were far more than friendly with each other. "Unless they're uncomfortable with that," she pointed out with a laugh. "But then they can't play with us anyway."
Jake Puckerman
"Yeah, I don't think I'd want to play with them either. Thank God there's no one like that here right now." Jake leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Madison's jaw, his hand exploring, open palm brushing up the center of her belly until his hand rested over her other breast where he cupped and squeezed her. "If there's anything else, I'll be sure to let you know. But... I really think that's it."
Mason McCarthy
Mason just smiled, watching with darkening eyes. The way Madison stretched her neck out for more, the way her body arched up into the touch. He'd experienced time and again, but he loved to just look at her, really see the pleasure on her face. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her other shoulder. "Anything you want from me is yours, okay?" he told her softly.
Madison McCarthy
Madison already knew exactly what Mason's rules were, where his needs and hers overlapped. Jake was the new element, though, and while he wasn't necessarily as open minded as some of their previous flings, she thought maybe he might stick for more than one afternoon. "You're very... direct," she stated. "I like it." She stopped skirting the issue, then, and kissed Jake's mouth, heavy and insistent, one hand trailing down his body and palming him through his briefs.
Jake Puckerman
Humming into Madison's mouth, Jake rolled his hips against her palm. The talking had cooled things off a bit, but not much; and she had very talented fingers. When they finally broke apart, their lips shining and wet, Jake was already panting. "I've never seen much point in beating around the bush. Say what you mean. Mean what you say."
Mason McCarthy
"It certainly does get you where you wanna be," Mason commented quietly. He sat up a little, letting them enjoy themselves, and took Madison's hand. Turning it over, he brought it to his mouth and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist, right against the pulse point. He teased her there, scraping teeth against tender skin and then soothing it with open mouthed kisses, all the while keeping his eyes trained on the show going on beside him.
Madison McCarthy
Madison hummed into the kiss, diving deeper into Jake's mouth. If he didn't want to beat around the proverbial bush, she could certainly just go for it. Her hand dipped under his waistband, fingers brushing his cock maybe a little eagerly. They'd certainly taken their time getting here, she was just as excited to get things going. "One of you should touch me," she instructed, just a little breathless against Jake's lips.
Jake Puckerman
Jake wasted no time with an invitation like that sitting in front of him. His hand dove from Madison's breast down the front of her body and into her panties. The bright white of the fabric a sharp contrast against his dark skin as his fingers slipped between Madison's legs, feeling her out, warm and wet. "Can feel your pulse," he murmured, dotting kisses up Madison's jaw and nibbling at her ear.
Mason McCarthy
"Isn't it great? Her whole body practically pulses when she's turned on," Mason told Jake proudly. He tilted his head and quirked his mouth slightly as he watched Jake's hand move beneath the fabric. He could tell Madison was enjoying herself, but he knew she could be feeling even better. His hand slipped in over Jake's, and he slid his fingers upward a little bit. "Right here," he said softly. "Gentle at first. Then add a little pressure."
Madison McCarthy
"Oh --" Madison moaned. Her body twisted almost all on its own, angling into Jake's hand -- right until Mason's hand joined in, guiding him exactly where she wanted him. The moan turned sharper, heat already spreading over her skin in anticipation of anything and everything that would happen next. "Take 'em off," she murmured. "Easier then. Bra too -- Mase." He was still more or less behind her, he had easier access to the hooks.
Jake Puckerman
"Beautiful..." Jake murmured, following Mason's guidance. His fingers stroked and circled Madison's clit as he pushed at her panties with his free hand. He wanted to look, wanted to see everything, unhindered. "So beautiful." Long, agile limbs, flushed skin, so sensitive and responsive to Jake's touch. He pressed harder and softer with the hand between her thighs, teasing forward and back, trying to find the perfect pressure and speed to make Madison's nerves sing.
Mason McCarthy
Mason dutifully moved back up Madison's body and undid the hooks of her bra, sliding it forward, down her arms. "There's my stunning girl," he purred as he pressed kisses all along her shoulder. His hand slid around to her breast, moving his thumb over her nipple gently. "How's that's feel?"
Madison McCarthy
"So good," Madison murmured, head tipping back towards Mason's, like she was seeking more kisses, this time from him. "Both-- both of you. So good." They definitely lucked out with Jake; he clearly knew what he was doing, since she already felt heat rolling over her skin, body already tensing around Jake's expert fingers.
Jake Puckerman
Jake leered, hungry and aroused, as he felt Madison start to ride his fingers to a new high. "Yes." His hand flicked faster over her, working her through it higher and higher. "You are good, Madison. So good."
Mason McCarthy
"Wait 'til you see her come, Jake," Mason said leaning over Madison's shoulder. "It's the most exquisite thing you'll ever lay your eyes on." His hand stayed cupped around her breast, teasing it with his fingertips in all her most sensitive spots. "C'mon, my sweet girl. Show him how beautiful you are," he whispered before attaching his lips to her neck, biting just enough to make it feel good.
Madison McCarthy
Madison didn't actually need the extra help, but she wasn't about to turn it down, even if she could have. Words weren't even a possibility just then; the only sounds that escaped her lips were ones of sheer pleasure, and her head tipped back towards Mason's, hips angling forward onto Jake's hand as the sweet shocks rang through her, sharp moans accompanying each spike.
Jake Puckerman
Smirking, Jake continued his touches through the highest crests, gently easing Madison back to Earth as she finished. Seeing her so enthralled, he couldn't resist finally pushing his own briefs aside and wrapping long fingers around his hard cock. "I think I sunk her battleship," he said smugly to Mason, bringing his hand up -- wet and warm with her juices -- and licking it clean. "Mm, delicious."
Mason McCarthy
A laugh escaped Mason's chest, and he buried his face against Madison's neck to suppress it, enjoying her warmth at the same time. He watched Jake with dark eyes and licked his own lips slowly. "I like him," he told Madison before turning a curious eye up to Jake. "So... not gay Jake. You've never kissed a boy before?" If it was going to happen, he'd sure like it to happen now.
Madison McCarthy
Madison was perfectly aware of the voices around her, and the gorgeous bodies that they belonged to, but she was floating through a perfect, contented haze in the moment, and everything sounded good. "You should," she suggested. "Won't know if you like it until you try it."
Jake Puckerman
Jake looked down at Madison, amused at the slur in her words. "Can't say I ever have, no... Never wanted to, but... can't hurt to try." He shrugged, looking up at Mason, thoughtful. If nothing else, it was bound to turn the both of them on, which was definitely a point in favor in Jake's opinion.
Mason McCarthy
Mason's lips curled up even further. "Yes, I do like him." He laid Madison back against mattress gently and sat up enough to reach the other man. He cupped Jake's cheek softly and drew him in, kissing softly. Figuring it would be better to let him have control, he kept it simple, mostly just wanting to taste Madison on his lips for the time being.
Jake Puckerman
Jake growled. If he was going to do something, he wasn't going to do it lightly. He grabbed the back of Mason's neck and dove in. tongue flitting out into the other man's mouth, tasting and teasing and exploring. There was stubble on Mason's cheeks. Not much, but enough, and his skin was thicker, not nearly as soft. It wasn't hard, but it was different. His hair was shorter too. Not nearly enough for Jake to grab onto until he dragged his fingers up, over Mason's scalp. It was different. Not bad. Not good. But different.
Mason McCarthy
Mason's breath caught in his throat for a moment before he melted into the kiss. He gave as good as he got, his hand resting on Jake's chest as he kissed him in return. The mixture of Madison's familiar taste and Jake's own uniquely masculine one was enough to make Mason dizzy with desire.
Madison McCarthy
Madison's heart beat a little faster, eyes widening as she watched eagerly. Of course Jake didn't have to kiss Mason, but that he was willing meant a lot, and she suspected that her brother could continue to sway Jake, now and in the future. "He's good, isn't he?" she asked with a soft smirk and no indication as to which boy she was referring to.
Jake Puckerman
Jake pulled away, breathing heavily. "You're... not wrong. He's... something alright." Jake licked his lips, turning his eyes towards Madison before leaning down to claim her mouth in a similarly fierce, tongue-laden kiss.
Mason McCarthy
Mason licked his lips as he watched them. He could see Madison's body trembling beneath the other man, the way it always did just after she'd peaked and knew there was still more to come. He fit himself beside her, urging Jake to the side enough for him to fit his mouth over Madison's breast. His fingers cupped it slightly as his tongue worked it over just like she loved, his eyes turning upward to watch her.
Madison McCarthy
And then the attention was all on her again. Madison kissed back as fiercely as her brother did, if not more so, with one palm flat against the side of Jake's face. Until Mason's mouth was back on her and she gasped in surprise, chest heaving and back arched. Determined to keep at least some of the attention on Jake, she reached down and palmed him, the briefest warning before her fingers dipped into his waistband, haphazardly clinging to his hips, already tucked halfway down his hard cock. She tugged at it. "Off," she insisted against his mouth. "You too, Mase."
Jake Puckerman
"That could work." Jake growled, shoving at the last article of clothing covering him. His cock bouncing free as he tossed them aside. Finally nude, Jake lay back down beside Madison, latching on to her neglected breast, sucking and mouthing the sensitive skin. His hips rocked idly against her thigh, a warm place to rub his aching dick.
Mason McCarthy
Mason lifted his head, lips glistening from his kisses. "Yes, my princess," he breathed out before pushing at his boxer-briefs, wiggling his way out of them until he could kick them onto the floor. He took the opportunity he had to kiss her properly himself, mouths fusing together in perfect sync.
Madison McCarthy
Madison hummed into the kiss, utterly pleased with the amount of attention that she was getting from both of them. The kiss was heavy and insistent, a little messier than usual if only because of the way Jake's mouth utterly distracted her. "Condoms," she murmured against Mason's lips, at the very same time her hand drifted down and curled around Jake's cock, perfectly happy to give him a few good, slow strokes to tide him over.
Jake Puckerman
Jake hummed contentedly, reaching down to fist Madison's hand tighter around him as he rolled his hips languidly into her grip. Sitting up, and even putting on a little show for the pair of them, arching his neck as he used her grip. "I have one in my wallet, if you're all out," Jake said before running an agile tongue over his teeth, eyeing both twins hungrily.
Mason McCarthy
"Pssh. Yeah, right," Mason laughed as he stretched out a long arm for the side table drawer. They always kept well stocked with everything they needed. He let the muscles in his back stretch out and flex, for whoever might wanna look at them. Once the box was in hand, he pulled a foil packet out, and handed it to Jake between two fingers. "You better take good care of her."
Madison McCarthy
Madison definitely looked. She'd memorized every plane of Mason's body already, but it never hurt to look again, especially when she was already as hot for both of them as she was. Jake had plenty to show off too; she'd really lucked out in finding someone who looked like him being willing to come play with them. She pulled her hand off of him, so he could get ready. "I'll take good care of him," she insisted with a smirk.
Jake Puckerman
"Oh, believe me. I can take care of her. You think this won't do the job?" Jake smirked, thrusting his hips at Mason. "It's not just the size, I also know how to use it," he scoffed, reaching between Madison's thighs once more to feel her heat and how wet she was. His fingers tapped and stroked over her clit, as if Mason's words were a dare to live up to. If they thought he wasn't going to be good enough, he was going to prove them wrong and more.
Mason McCarthy
Mason narrowed his eyes slightly, but he let it slide. This wasn't the first cocky guy they'd come across. Jake wasn't the first one who would come and go. But Mason would still be sharing a home and a bed with her night after night. He laid back down beside Madison and laid kisses over her neck. "I'm right here, okay?" he whispered gently against her ear.
Madison McCarthy
Madison nodded through the hum and sigh on her lips that Jake's touch elicited from her. Mason would always be there, just the same as she'd be there for him. There was never any doubt about that. She shifted and swung one leg over Jake's body, straddling him before he could take the lead himself. Palms flat on his chest, she lowered herself onto him.
Jake Puckerman
A bright, honest grin bloomed on Jake's face as he got comfortable. A hand darting to support Madison's back. The warmth and tightness making him breathe deeply. "You really are beautiful, Madison," he said, circling his hips, helping her get that last inch inside her until her lips were resting against his pelvis and he could feel every, throbbing inch of himself clenched tightly in her hold. "And you feel amazing..." Jake sighed, leaning in and mouthing sloppy kisses to her neck and shoulders.
Mason McCarthy
Mason just grinned rather proudly. Never let it be said that Madison didn't know how to gain the upper hand when she wanted. And she did love to have it, but he loved that about her. As much as he was there to take care of her, he knew how well she could take care of herself. Leaning back against the pillows, Mason started stroking himself, his eyes trailing up and down Madison's body hungrily.
Madison McCarthy
"I know," Madison breathed, a soft laugh on her lips, heavy breath chasing it out. Jake was thick, bigger than Mason, but certainly not something she couldn't handle. She moved slowly but deliberately, sliding up enough to make sure that he didn't slip, and insistent and heavy on the way down. Her hands moved to his shoulders, not only hanging on but slowly guiding him back onto his back.
Jake Puckerman
Jake went, planting his feet on the bed for leverage as he held Madison in place and fucked up into her. His back arching as his cock stroked up and forward and back. "God- so tight." Jake brought a hand to where they joined, exploring the stretch and give of Madison before thumbing over her clit, spreading slick heat across the sensitive nub. "So good."
Mason McCarthy
"She is," Mason breathed out, his eyes slipping closed as his fingers tightened around his own cock a little more. "She's so tight. She's so good." His head fell back against his pillow and he forced his eyes open, meeting Madison's without words. Just a knowing little grin as his hips snapped up into his fist.
Madison McCarthy
Madison closed her eyes briefly, head tipping back as she lost her control for just a moment. She hadn't expected the touch, but it just meant that Jake was back in the running for a keeper. Her thighs tightened around Jake's body as she held on, still rocking slow and heavy around him; and when her eyes opened again, they were on Mason, returning the look he gave her.
Jake Puckerman
Following Madison's gaze, Jake blinked at the look on each of their faces. He shook his head, just a tiny motion while they were distracted, before he smiled, grinding his hips into Madison. His thrusts fast and hard while his fingers remained teasingly gentle. Just the lightest touch of his fingertips, made even lighter with how wet she was. Almost more a hint of friction than actual satisfaction. Jake coaxed every throb and shudder he could from her, circling Madison higher and closer to the edge than before, but without letting her tip over.
Mason McCarthy
Mason read the glint in Madison's eyes and picked up on it's meaning with ease. He gave her a little nod of understanding, then took a deep breath, pulling his hand away from himself reluctantly. That could be taken care of later. Right now, he had to give his princess what she wanted. He rolled over against Jake's side and gave the other man a grin of his own before dipping his head down and mouthing at Jake's nipple teasingly.
Madison McCarthy
Madison was determined to hold on as long as she could, and Jake's apparent insistence on pulling back when she got close was actually helping her with maintaining control. She looked down into his eyes then, grinning when Mason joined in. One hand thumbed over Jake's other nipple, and the other raked gentle lines down Mason's spine. Exactly what she wanted.
Jake Puckerman
Jake moaned, eyes drifting as he watched Madison enjoy herself so thoroughly. His fingers tangled distractedly in Mason's hair. Barely sparing a glance to the other man, Jake pressed Mason's mouth closer. Both his nipples hard and dark under their attentions. "Yeah... Getting there," he panted, hips still pounding up into Madison, her tits bouncing from the force. Jake smiled as he shifted his feet and thrust harder.
Mason McCarthy
Mason growled slightly at being held, but he was good at doing what he was told, whether it was with words or actions. He nipped playfully, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin before laving it over with his tongue. His hand reached out, desperately seeking the familiar feel of Madison's soft skin. He ran fingers up and down her thigh, over her stomach, anywhere he could reach. He wanted to hear her come, needed it so badly.
Madison McCarthy
It stopped being about holding on at that point. Madison was so close that she was ready to let go, and Mason's gentle touch was the last thing she needed to push right to the breaking point, a soft sigh morphing into a louder moan. Her hands curled into the skin under her hands, nails scraping hard on both Mason's back and Jake's chest as she felt the first waves rippling through her, felt her body tightening even more around Jake's thick cock. "Keep-- going," she instructed breathlessly.
Jake Puckerman
"Yess," Jake agreed, finding a rhythm counter to Madison's pleasure, dragging it out for both of them. The longer it lasted, the tighter it got. Jake's cock throbbed harder, his fingers gripped firmer. Toes curling, teeth grit. Jake fought a losing battle for control, heart racing, every nerve alight.
Mason McCarthy
Mason couldn't stop himself from lifting his head to watch Madison as she trembled above Jake, all those delicious sounds coming from her lips. The way her hair fell down around her shoulders and her breasts took his breath away. He finally looked back down at Jake though, who was being rather stubborn. He got up and straddled the other man's thighs, helping to support Madison as she tried to keep moving. "Make him come, my beautiful girl. I know you know how."
Madison McCarthy
Madison wasn't quite done; she knew that there was so much more in her, that she was still hovering on the precipice of another orgasm, but Jake hadn't come yet, and that just wasn't right. She slid her fingertips down each of his arms and held onto his hands, bringing them above his head; her breasts arched closer to his face and eyes fixed on his, as if daring him to come by the sheer force of her will alone.
Jake Puckerman
Clasping Madison's hands in his, Jake arched his neck until he was able to take one pert, supple nipple between his lips, sucking and lapping hungrily. Almost mindless with want. Everything coiling in at once, the two people atop him, the skin between his teeth, the warm, wet space between Madison's thighs almost sucking him in. Jake writhed and thrust the best he could against Mason's weight pressing him into the bed and came. And came. Gasping and whining, face pressed to Madison's breast as he shook with pleasure. "Oh- Shit- Fuck..."
Mason McCarthy
Mason ran his hands down Madison's back, smirking as he felt Jake's legs flailing a bit underneath him. She really was impossible to resist when she put her mind to something. He moved back to his own spot, sitting against the headboard and casually stroking himself again while they had their moment.
Madison McCarthy
Madison released Jake's hands, and pressed one palm to the side of his face, tilting his gaze up to hers. "Good boy," she praised, and leaned in to kiss him soundly before she slid off of him with a tiny whine. She looked back to Mason with eager, hungry eyes; she was satisfied, but he'd barely gotten started, and Jake wasn't about to be the one to volunteer. Or was he? "You wanna help?" she asked.
Jake Puckerman
"Uh... sure?" Jake offered, a bit dazed, and more than a little skeptical as he tugged the used condom off and flicked it towards the small bin in the corner. "Depends what you had in mind, I guess." He sat up stiffly though, looking Mason over, eyes landing on the tight fingers jerking at a long, slender cock.
Mason McCarthy
Mason drug his bottom lip through his teeth, trying to keep his pace slow despite the deep desire to jack himself hard and fast. He'd wait if it meant he'd be helped by anyone willing. "Mads... please," he whined, his head falling back against their headboard.
Madison McCarthy
"Whatever you're comfortable with," Madison told Jake, since she had some ideas of her own that he wasn't about to actually comply with if he 'wasn't gay'. She shrugged, then rolled a fresh, cherry-flavored condom onto Mason before ducking her head between his legs and sliding her lips over him.
Mason McCarthy
Mason let out a heavy sigh of relief as the heat of Madison's mouth covered him. He felt like he'd been waiting forever. He was pretty sure he had. It was a little different with the condom there, but he knew it was necessary with guests around, and it still felt beyond incredible.
Jake Puckerman
Licking his lips, Jake watched Madison bobbing happily over her brother's cock. "So weird..." he mumbled to himself, shaking his head before crawling up the bed to rest by Mason's side. A hand against Mason's thigh, sliding up towards where Madison was busily sucking away, Jake leaned in, watching Mason carefully until they were too close to see anymore. His eyes drifted shut, and Jake kissed Mason again, slower more languid than before, but no less passionate.
Mason McCarthy
Mason pinched Jake's chin and pulled him back for a moment when they kissed. Looking him in the eye, he muttered, "I heard that," before pulling him back in and kissing right back.
Madison McCarthy
Madison popped off with a lick up the underside, only so that she could get a good, solid look at Jake and Mason kissing each other. Satisfied, and content that Mason was probably as close to satisfied as he'd get with Jake tonight, she went back to sucking him off, her lips tight around him and tongue swirling over the head, a hand still curled tight around the base and sliding in time with her mouth.
Jake Puckerman
Jake rolled his eyes, kissing back without much ceremony. Lips and tongue, a bit of a bite. It didn't take much for Jake to go through the motions and show Mason a good time, even if it didn't do anything for Jake down below, it was clear Mason and his sister appreciated his presence for something.
Mason McCarthy
This wasn't exactly Mason's first rodeo. He'd had every type of kiss there was. He shared his best with Madison, but he'd had plenty of passion filled ones with others too. He'd also had some bad ones. Right now he was having a boring one. Mason pulled back and patted Jake's cheek gently before turning his attention down to Madison. Long fingers slid through her hair, and he moaned softly at the perfect way she worked him over. "I'm not gonna last long, Baby."
Madison McCarthy
Madison hummed her assent; it wasn't necessary to warn her when he was protected, but old habits died hard, and she appreciated it anyway. She pulled off, but kept stroking, hard and fast. Leaning in to kiss him firmly, just the way she knew he liked, as she kept working him through it.
Jake Puckerman
Running his hand over Mason's leg, Jake let his eyes drift. Over their lips, tangling desperately; down Madison's neck and chest, lingering at her soft curves, following the line of her hip her long legs. Then back up the long, boney limbs of her brother. Mason's lean muscles, strong calves, sturdy thighs. Sculpted abs, not nearly as defined as Jake's but limber and agile. At Mason's chest, Jake stopped and smirked, eyes going to that spot. "B7," he said, just moments before bending in and latching his mouth to Mason's chest, sucking and licking at the skin.
Mason McCarthy
Mason melted into Madison's kiss easily. She knew all the right ways to drive him deliciously mad. His hand stayed fisted in her hair as he kissed her back, tongue dipping in to taste her. He gasped against her mouth when he felt warm lips against the base of his ribs and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped. "Oh, fuck," he breathed out as his head fell back again.
Madison McCarthy
Madison thought that he was just gorgeous, like he always was every time he came. And she had to admit that she was glad that Jake was at least trying to help out. Even if it weren't necessary, it certainly was appreciated, and she was sure Mason thought so too, at least on some level. "There's my beautiful boy," she murmured, almost breathlessly as she watched him come apart for her.
Jake Puckerman
Jake hummed agreeably, mouthing across Mason's chest, searching for any other 'coordinates.' His hand drifting up to cup and roll the man's balls tentatively. Not too hard, just weighing them, feeling the way they pulled away from his hand and tightened.
Mason McCarthy
Mason's neck arched up as finally, he came apart, all the hands and mouths on him more than enough to do the job. The way Madison was looking at him was just a bonus. He let out a guttural noise as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and pleasure shot through body. "Fuck..."
Madison McCarthy
Madison's smile was soft and languid, utterly pleased with the way that Mason looked and reacted, the way his body did just what she wanted it to. "That's right," she murmured, continuing to encourage him as she pressed soft kisses to his lips, to his face, his neck. She looked over to Jake too, beckoning him closer with a motion of her hand so she could kiss him as well.
Jake Puckerman
Jake looked up from where he was watching Mason's cock spit and fill the condom with no small amount of fascination, almost startled to see Madison looking at him expectantly. He rolled with it, leaning in and pressing their mouths together, lapping and humming against her lips, contented.
Mason McCarthy
Mason didn't miss the way Jake stared at him, but he let it go for now. Instead, he just ran his fingers through his unruly hair and attempted to catch his breath. His other hand ran up Madison's side until he began to guide her down onto the bed again between the two of them. He was never really sure what to say at this point, so he just stayed adrift in his afterglow, a dopey smile on his face.
Madison McCarthy
Madison settled down contentedly between both boys, finally able to properly enjoy the bliss that came in the wake of being with them. She still wasn't sure if Jake was actually going to be a keeper -- that'd be up to Mason -- but she certainly wasn't about to kick him out and send him home immediately after the fact.
Jake Puckerman
"Mm," Jake hummed, breaking the calm silence between them with a playful smirk. "I dunno about you guys, but that was the best game of Battleship I've ever played. I think I like these rules."
Mason McCarthy
Mason couldn't really say it was the best game they'd ever played. After all, they'd played this version before, but this time wasn't all so bad either. "You should play Trivial Pursuit with us sometime," he muttered with a mischievous grin as he wrapped his arm around Madison's waist and snuggled against her, comfortable.
