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Saturday, Winter 13, Year 6, 10:22AM
“I have an announcement to make.”
Sam looks up from his breakfast to find Sloane standing in the doorway to her room, arms crossed over her body as she shifts her weight between her feet. He furrows a brow, noting that she seems unsure about something.
“Okay…?” Sebastian speaks from next to him, sipping at his coffee as he watches her. Sam wonders if Seb can read her body language, too.
“I-“ The girl flushes, and Sam’s eyebrows start to rise on his forehead.
“You okay?” He puts his utensils down, leaning forward on his elbows to give her his full attention. “Something on your mind, babe?”
“Yeah, just-well-“ She shifts her weight again, and then meets Sebastian’s eyes. “We agreed to honest overthinking.”
Sam’s interest is officially piqued. He’d heard about their agreement, and he’d honestly been impressed. Their absolute and complete inability to communicate had really worried him, but… it seems like they’re figuring things out, finally.
Sebastian sets his mug on the table and crosses his arms over his chest, stretching his legs out and brushing Sam’s knee on the way. The blond has to fight a blush - he still gets shy around the older man, over the smallest things.
He’d known he was positively fucked when he’d started feeling the same way about Sloane.
“Step into our office, Morales.” Sebastian gestures lamely to the dining chair across from him, and Sam’s pursing his lips to keep a laugh down.
Sloane sits gingerly across from Seb - Sam’s at the head of the table, so he can take her hand with ease and run his thumb comfortingly over her knuckles.
“What’s going on?”
Sloane chews on her lip.
“So… I feel like you guys have gotten a lot… closer -“ Her ears warm, and Sam’s smiling to himself at the sight. God, she’s so fucking cute. “-since Seb’s birthday…”
Now it’s Sam’s turn to flush. He’d noticed it too - the way Sebastian had become more affectionate in the last few days. The way he reaches for Sam more than before, runs his hands through his hair more than before, kisses him more than before. It’s impossible not to notice when Sebastian’s default is despising physical contact.
Sebastian leans toward her, a smirk pulling at his lips. Sam tracks the movement, memories of that lip ring in places he’d never imagined making his ears warm.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Princess .”
Sam looks to Sloane, eyebrows high on his forehead. She’s not jealous, is she? Has she been feeling left out? Is there something he should have done differently?
Sloane just rolls her eyes, and the motion eases a bit of Sam’s anxiety.
“Trust me, Sebby - if I were jealous, it wouldn’t be for your attention.”
Sam snickers at the crack, his heart fluttering. Sloane had always been that way: a little soft on him, especially at the expense of Sebastian’s ego. The attention had made him a little hopeful that she’d reciprocated his feelings, and he’s more than happy to keep being her way of dealing with Seb’s pointed remarks.
Sloane turns her hand over in Sam’s, lacing their fingers together as she tries to find the words for her feelings.
“Genuinely, though, it’s not jealousy.” She shakes her head, thinking. “I just… Is it bad to think that maybe I’m just a little needy?”
Sam and Sebastian perk up at the same time, clearly on the same page.
Needy is something they can handle. Needy is… well, there’s a simple enough fix for needy .
Sloane seems to understand their sudden intensity, because she’s leaning back in her chair, away from them. She watches them with wide eyes, swallowing hard.
“I was just wondering if maybe… you guys could teach me something…?”
Sebastian’s voice is little more than a hoarse whisper.
“Teach you what?”
“Anything…?”
Sam feels like he’s watching a tennis match, his eyes darting between Seb and Sloane. He’s usually a little more forward, and he has a million comments on the tip of his tongue that would turn Sloane such a lovely shade of red, but… He kind of just likes to watch them sometimes. He likes to see the way they are together. It makes him feel a number of things, not all of them innocent.
Sebastian tilts his head to the side, almost mocking.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific, Sweetheart.”
Sam shivers at the tone of Seb’s voice. He can’t imagine what Sloane must be feeling.
“I-” She breaks eye contact, looking down at her hands. “Maybe with…?” She taps her fingers and trails off, waiting for Sebastian to take the hint, but the man just smiles.
“Words, Sloane.”
Sam is officially horny.
“Someone teach me how to give a handjob, damn it!”
Sam buries his face in his hands, groaning. He thinks he’ll just die here. That seems fine.
“Just a handjob?”
The blond lifts his head, eyeing Sebastian like he’s insane. He’s pushing it. Sloane’s already nervous, and Sebastian is entirely pushing his luck.
But apparently, Sebastian can see something in Sloane’s eyes that Sam missed. Because he’s just got his gaze trained on her, waiting for her to finish a thought that had clearly already started unraveling in her head.
The words leave Sloane’s mouth with her breath.
“ A blowjob ?”
Sam’s heart falls to the pit of his stomach. Sebastian just leans back in his chair, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips.
“See? Was that so hard?”
Sloane looks like she’s about to tell him to fuck off, frankly, but Sam’s heart is beating in his ears as he stares down at the table, so he has no idea if she goes through with it.
She wants to learn to… She’s never done any of that, and she wants them to teach her to…
Fuck.
His face burns, and he glances down at his lap, willing the tent that’s growing there to calm the fuck down. When he looks up, however, he finds both of them staring at him, a knowing look in both their eyes.
“W-What?” He looks between them. “What? Did you say something?”
Sloane just purses her lips and shakes her head, her ears a little pink when she smiles at him.
“Nothing.”
Sebastian tilts his head, dark hair falling into his eyes. Sam’s hand itches to brush it back.
“We just figured maybe you could… be the one to show her.”
Sam’s breath catches. Him ? They want him to do it? Why would they-
His eyes flick to Sloane, dropping to her lips. When she notices his gaze, she’s poking her tongue out to wet them, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.
God, those lips would look so fucking pretty around his-
Fuck .
Sam rips his gaze from her mouth, a shaky breath leaving him. He meets Sebastian’s eyes, his stomach fluttering at the way the man is smiling at him.
His mind flashes with the idea of Sebastian being the one to teach Sloane how to do those things instead, and suddenly his jeans feel very tight on him.
He can’t tell which one he’d prefer. But if they’re asking him to do it, then…
“Sure… Yeah…” He swallows, meeting Sloane’s eyes. “Whatever you want, babe.” He can’t help the giddy feeling that builds in his chest when she looks at him gratefully. “You seem nervous, though…”
She just laughs to herself, picking at her nails.
“Well, yeah. I’ve never done either of those things. And porn just makes it look intimidating-”
Sam claps his hands suddenly, an idea popping up. “We should watch porn!”
He’s met with silence, and then a snort from Sloane. Sebastian just shakes his head.
“Dude, she just said porn intimidates her-”
“Well, yeah, because most of it is unrealistic and terrifying-” Sam cuts to Sloane, eyes narrowed. “What kind of porn have you been watching , Morales? We really gotta work on that.”
Sloane’s jaw drops, a breathless laugh leaving her. Sam’s nerves are soothed by the tension leaving her body.
“I have not been watching bad porn -”
“I’m just saying, if we put on something good , then it might be a good way to ease your nerves!”
She just gives him a bemused grin, gaze flicking quickly to the living area.
“So, what - you want to just cuddle up on the couch and watching porn together? That casually?”
Sam quirks a brow, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Would you rather just get on your knees right now?” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his navel is twisting with nerves, because he really hadn’t thought that through. Sloane’s eyes flutter at his words, her sharp intake of breath audible.
“Uh-” Sebastian swallows when their gazes flick to him, and he’s taking a hurried sip of his coffee. “I mean- Maybe Sam has a point.” He meets Sam’s eyes briefly. “It could be good to have some kind of buildup, and we could find something that isn’t genuinely awful?”
Sam watches Sloane carefully for her reaction, and Sebastian quickly adds on when she seems to hesitate.
“Only if you want to, though. It’s totally up to you.” He looks to Sam. “We could do something else if she doesn’t want to.”
Sam furrows a brow. “Of course. I-” He meets her eyes. “We’re never gonna do something that makes you uncomfortable, Sloane.”
She watches them both for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Wow, you guys are super careful with me, huh?”
Sam breathes out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair as he leans back. He hadn’t realized how nervous he was.
“I just want to make sure we do this right.”
Sebastian nods in agreement.
“I feel like it’s different because we’re both gonna be there. I don’t want-” He rubs his brow, thinking. “We just want you to have full control.”
Sloane looks between them, her smile growing.
“You guys know I’m a big girl, right? If I didn’t want this, you would know.” She chews on her lip, picking at her nails again. “And if I only wanted to do this with one of you, I wouldn’t have started this conversation with both of you here.”
Sam raises his eyebrows, meeting Sebastian’s gaze. They hadn’t thought about that.
Sloane reaches for Sam’s coffee, taking a small sip and looking hopefully at them over the lip of the mug. “So… porn?”
Sam feels the tension fully leave his body when Sebastian snorts in response and shakes his head.
“God, what the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?”
Sloane takes Sam’s hand, running her thumb over his knuckles. The blond watches the motion, his chest warm. “You’ll pick something good, right, Sammy?”
He meets her eyes, his gaze soft on hers. “Yeah, baby. We’ll take care of you.” He watches her all but melt at his words, her sigh full of an emotion that makes his heart feel funny.
“Okay, uhm-” She puts his mug down and taps her fingers on the kitchen table. “I gotta go see Haley.”
Sebastian lifts a brow. “All of a sudden?”
“Yep. I need to talk to someone about-” She gestures between the three of them. “-whatever the fuck just happened here.”
Sam just breathes out a laugh, burying his face in his hand with a groan.
Saturday, Winter 13, Year 6, 11:14AM
Sebastian takes a drag of his cigarette, watching Sloane and Sam bicker over which Christmas decorations to put up on the farm. They’re crossing through the forest now, intending to drop Sloane off at Haley’s on their way to visit Abigail. Sam had scheduled an impromptu band practice, but Sebastian gets the feeling he’d just wanted to get out of his own head for a few hours after their conversation this morning.
Sebastian’s eyes wander to the outfit Sloane had chosen for today. A form-fitting sweater dress, black sheer tights underneath. He thinks he might have commented on how cold she’d be out in the snow, but all he remembers thinking about is how badly he’d wanted to bend her over the kitchen table and yank that stupid dress up past her thighs.
He lingers on her tights as he takes another drag of the cigarette, wondering just how easy it would be to rip them. Probably too easy.
“See something you like, Christakos?”
His gaze snaps up, finding a satisfied smirk plastered on Sloane’s face. Sam’s giving him a knowing look over her shoulder, like the blond had had the same thoughts Seb’s having right now. He tilts his head at her, humming in faux contemplation.
“Just wondering how many pairs of those tights you own.”
Sloane furrows her brow, confused. Sam’s eyebrows fly up, lips pulled into a surprised smile, because he knows exactly what’s on Sebastian’s mind.
“I don’t know, I think just these.”
Sebastian sighs in dramatic disappointment. “Were they expensive?”
“Only like ten bucks-why are you asking?”
Sebastian smiles innocently at her.
“Just wondering.”
Sloane eyes him but turns away anyway with just a simple grumble. She returns to her conversation with Sam without further commentary.
They’re finally on the paved cobblestone path of town proper when Sebastian hears the door to 1 Willow Lane being pulled open. He swears under his breath, hoping that it’s just Vincent or even Kent, but - of course - they could never be that lucky.
“Samson.”
Sam’s cut short in the middle of arguing to Sloane that wrapping the chickens in string lights couldn’t possibly be animal cruelty if it makes them happy, and he glances up at his name. Sebastian watches the light drain out of his eyes when he finds Jodi there, mere steps from where they’d planned on dropping Sloane off.
Sloane tenses next to him, her gaze at Jodi’s feet, as if the woman might not notice her if she doesn’t make eye contact. Sebastian’s heart races with irritation, and he’s flicking his cigarette to the ground, right in the spot where Jodi moves to step. The woman stops short, watching Sebastian with shock as he just crushes the embers beneath his sneakers and shoots her a glare.
“That’s quite rude, Sebastian.”
He bends to pick the crumpled cigarette off the ground and tosses it in the Meyers’ trash can. “I’m sure you’d know all about that, Jodi.”
He’s glad to see the woman flinch at his words. He’d grown up calling her Mom . But the person who had been making Sloane feel that her worth was tied to her choices as a woman is not the person who’d helped raise him. Jodi had always been judgmental, but he couldn’t look past this. Not when Sloane looks like she wants to run and never leave the farm again.
“ Excuse me, young man? Are you saying I’ve been rude?”
“Well-” He looks down at his nails, dismissing her. “If the shoe fits.”
“Sebastian Christakos, your mother would be furious to hear that you’ve disrespected-”
“ Mom .” Sam looks beyond annoyed, his jaw clenched tight. “Don’t do that. Don’t talk to him like he’s not a grown ass man.”
Jodi looks nothing short of scandalized.
“Well, Samson, maybe I wouldn’t talk to him like that if he weren’t acting like a child- ”
“ He’s acting like a child?” Sam steps around Sloane, blocking her from view. Sloane looks up at the back of Sam’s head, eyes wide. “You’re the one acting like a teenager , spreading rumors about Sloane and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong-”
“ Samson Bennett- ” Jodi cuts herself short, taking a deep breath. And then she focuses on Sloane, her lip curling cruelly. Sebastian steps forward, anticipating what’s to come.
“You know, Sloane, none of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. Everything would be just fine if you hadn’t lured them in like a greedy, selfish whore- ”
“Mom, what the fuck -”
“Jodi, I swear-” Sebastian’s blood boils. This woman is genuinely the worst kind of person.
“You know what, Jodi?” Sloane cuts them both off, stepping into view. Sebastian looks down at her, watching her gaze sharpen and her hands curl into fists. “You can call me whatever you want. You can say whatever you want about me, to anyone . But that doesn’t change the fact that your son came to me when he couldn’t stand to be around you anymore.”
Jodi steps back as if she’s been slapped. Sebastian meets Sam’s eyes over Sloane’s head. The blond looks kind of impressed.
“ Your son feels safer in my home than he does in yours. He feels safer with me than he ever has with you. Doesn’t that kill you, Jodi?” Sloane leans in, her eyes laced with rage. “That Sam moved in with me to get away from you? Is that why you’ve been spreading rumors about me? Because you know what the truth is, and you’re terrified that people will talk about you if they find out why he left.”
Jodi’s hand is flying through the air before Sloane can realize what’s happening. Sam barely manages to catch the woman by the wrist, her nails catching just lightly on Sloane’s cheek. Sebastian pulls Sloane back, turning her toward him quickly in panic.
“Are you okay?” He examines her, fingers brushing over the scratches on her face. They’re as light as can be, but the fact that Jodi had put her hands on Sloane at all makes Sebastian feel the kind of rage he only does with Demetrius.
Sloane just nods, blinking rapidly.
“Damn, that probably would have hurt like a bitch.” She breathes out a laugh. It does nothing to soothe Sebastian’s anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Sebastian and Sloane both turn, finding Sam yelling down at his mother, his eyes full of disbelief. “Did you really just try to fucking hit her ?”
To Jodi’s credit, she looks just as shocked as Sloane does, like she’d lost control over herself for a moment.
“I-I-She was-She said all those things about me, Sam-”
“Because they’re true!” Sam looks at her like he can’t believe she’s not getting it. “They’re true , Mom! This is who you are !” He shakes the arm that he still has a grasp of. “ This is who you are, Mom. You’re an angry, judgmental woman who thinks she’s entitled to someone else’s body and life.”
He releases her like it hurts him to touch her. Sebastian hears a door open somewhere, and he’s actually hoping that it’s not Vincent. This would be the worst possible situation for him to walk into.
Luckily, it comes from Haley and Emily’s house, a blonde head peeking out around the fence.
“Sloane?” Sloane looks over her shoulder at the quiet call, meeting Haley’s eyes. Blue eyes flit around the scene before her, and she’s smiling nervously at her friend. “Everything okay, Beautiful?”
Sebastian releases Sloane when she steps back with a sigh.
“Yeah, we’re good. I was just on my way to see you.” She glances up quickly at Sebastian, smiling lightly. It doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m good, Seb. Thank you.”
A bitter taste wells up in the back of his throat, and he almost reaches for her when she steps away. “Sloane-”
“Apologize to Sloane, Mom.” Sam won’t look at Jodi. “It’s the least you can do.”
Jodi breathes out a scoff, like she can’t believe he’d ask her to do such a thing. And then she looks to Sebastian for help. He feels his jaw clench, so he just nods in Sloane’s direction. He doesn’t trust himself not to say something he might regret.
The woman meets Sloane’s empty gaze, scoffing again.
“I mean-” She looks around, shaking her head. “I’m sorry if you were hurt by that, but maybe you shouldn’t have said such unthinkable-”
“Oh, my God .” Sam laughs, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes as he turns away. “I give up on you. You can’t even apologize properly-”
“You don’t need to apologize to me, Jodi. I don’t need it, and I won’t accept it.” Sloane meets Jodi’s eyes, certainty in her gaze. “I used to think you were kind, but the last few weeks have shown me what kind of person you are. And I know that the decision I made when Sam and Sebastian asked to move in is a decision that I would make again and again , given the chance.”
Jodi flinches again, and Sebastian watches Sam look at Sloane with renewed adoration.
“So go talk about me to your fanclub, because I know that I made the right choice. Sam is happier now than I’ve ever seen him before, and the people whose opinions actually matter can see that without me having to say a word about you.”
Jodi just shakes her head, staring at Sloane. She tries to meet Sam’s eyes, but the blond’s just looking at the back of Sloane’s head with emotion clouding his gaze. Eventually, the woman just huffs and turns away, stomping down the side of the house in the direction of Joja Mart.
Sam and Sebastian are at Sloane’s side before she’s even done sighing.
“I could kiss you right now.” Sam turns Sloane to him, shaking his head as he looks her over.
“Please don’t.” Haley rolls her eyes and leans on the fence. “Getting caught might be the last thing you guys need right now.”
Sloane smiles down at her feet and puts an appropriate amount of distance between herself and Sam. He looks sad to see her do it. Even Sebastian’s heart twinges with something harsh.
They can’t even get within two feet of each other in a town like this. That’s fucking wonderful.
He smiles bitterly, pulling out his pack of cigarettes.
“We should get going. Abby’s probably waiting.” He thinks he sees Haley perk up out of the corner of his eye, but when he glances at her, she’s just examining her manicure.
Sam nods, reaching for Sloane but thinking better of it and dropping his hand. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She smiles up at him brightly. Sebastian hates how fake it looks. He shakes his head, ripping his lighter out of his front pocket and rushing to light the damn thing.
“Of course I am. I can handle her.”
Sebastian’s brow furrows when Sam just nods at her with an easy grin.
“I know you can, Morales. You’re just that badass.”
Can Sam not see that she looks like she’s going to cry?
The blond waves her off toward Haley and gestures to Seb that they should go. Sebastian passes the girls as he takes his first drag. His gaze locks with Sloane’s, and he realizes just how convincing that pretty face can be.
He’d probably be fooled by it, too, if he were trying his best to pretend that his mother hadn’t just ruined any progress the three of them had made.
He stares at the back of Sam’s head while they walk over to Pierre’s. He stares when the blond barges through the door leading to the back, calling out Abby’s name obnoxiously. He stares when Sam laughs at Abigail’s complaints and starts rambling about song ideas, as if he hadn’t just had his heart broken in a single conversation.
And then he stares down at the scuff marks on his sneakers, sighing to himself.
If he were Sloane, he probably would have plastered that fake smile on just the same, if only to keep Sam from being even more hurt by this.
Jodi Meyer really is the worst person he’s ever met.
Saturday, Winter 13, Year 6, 2:57PM
Sebastian glances over his shoulder, rounding the corner into the grassy area by the clinic and making his way calmly down toward Haley’s house so that he doesn’t draw suspicion.
Band practice had gone well, but he’d been sufficiently distracted the entire time, trying to figure out how to fix the wall that’s threatening to come up between Sam and Sloane.
Not that they would let anything really come between them. But Sebastian knows that them fixing things on their own would look a lot like pushing down their feelings until they go away, and he refuses to let that become a coping mechanism for any of them. Clearly, it hadn’t worked out well for him and Sloane in the past.
He makes his way past the fence into Haley’s backyard, voices filtering out to him through the open window in the blonde’s bedroom.
“ …’m just saying, a little lingerie wouldn’t hurt-”
“You’re not helping, Haley.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows fly up, and he’s pressing his back against the house to listen.
“ Look, babe, it doesn’t really matter what you wear, but -”
“Do not say it, Haley Parker-”
“I’ve seen that lacy black set you keep in the back of your drawer, okay? You want them to be as nervous as you’ll be? Go home and put it on.”
Sebastian swallows hard, his face warming at the mental image of Sloane in lacy black lingerie. He blinks rapidly, his mouth suddenly quite dry.
“ I don’t know, maybe I should just save it for a special occasion -”
“I’m hurt, Princess.” Sebastian turns over his shoulder, leaning down to stick his head through the window. Haley screams from her bed, Sloane jumping as she turns to stare down at him from her perch on Haley’s desk. He just smiles knowingly. “You don’t think this is a special enough occasion? What if I want to see the lacy black set?”
Sloane glares, reaching out to smack the top of his head. He lets his head drop, a laugh escaping him. He meets Haley’s eyes, rolling his own when she just glares. “Mind if I come in?” He points behind him. “Probably better that we don’t keep this window open.”
Haley groans but waves him in.
“Get in here, Freak. And close the blinds so people don’t see that I’m associated with you.”
Sebastian climbs through, following her instructions and leaning back on the windowsill when he’s done, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So, what’s the gossip in here, ladies?”
Sloane gives him a mocking grin. “Just talking about what I won’t be wearing during our little… movie marathon .”
Sebastian’s ears burn, and a breathless laugh leaves him. He glances at Haley with wide eyes, unsure how the fuck to respond to that in front of her.
The blonde just rolls her eyes.
“Oh, get over yourself. I know all about your perverted little porn idea.”
Sebastian’s jaw drops.
“Excuse me, none of that was my idea, alright?” He leans in, eyes narrowed. “I’m not the freak in the sack that you think I am.”
Haley straightens, and then turns to look at Sloane accusingly. “That was a private conversation, missy!”
Sloane just laughs behind her hand. “It was important at the time.”
The blonde just rolls her eyes. “Whatever. What are you even doing here, Thing 2? I thought you were with Abby.”
Sebastian quirks a brow. He didn’t think Haley and Abigail were close enough for nicknames. A glance at the knowing grin on Sloane’s face tells him he’s missing something, but he doesn’t address it.
“I just came to see how you were doing.” He meets Sloane’s eyes when he says it, and she’s looking at him in confusion.
“I’m fine, why?”
Sebastian says nothing. Sloane looks away, her brow furrowed.
“I’m fine, Seb.”
“Okay.”
She huffs at his response, shooting him an empty glare.
“I said I’m fine-”
“I can wait, Morales.”
“You always do that.” She looks frustrated, and Sebastian knows she’s trying her best not to show him how she feels. “Why don’t you ever believe me when I say I’m okay?”
“Because you promised me a No-Filter-Pact. So I’ll wait until you actually say something believable .”
“That’s different -”
“Is it?” He looks around Haley’s room nonchalantly. He’s never been in here before. It’s very pink . “I feel like honesty is honesty, no matter who it’s about.” He meets her eyes. “Don’t you?”
Sloane pouts up at him.
“I’m fine, Sebastian. It’s nothing I can’t handle. I just-”
“Don’t want Sam to know how hurt you were?” When Sloane just purses her lips, Sebastian’s nodding, looking away. He meets Haley’s eyes briefly. The girl looks oddly impressed with him. He looks away, mildly uncomfortable. “I figured as much.”
Sloane just watches him, chewing on her bottom lip. Sebastian tilts his head at her. “What are you thinking about, Sloane?” He smiles when she glares emptily at him, because he knows she’s not going to avoid that question.
“I’m thinking about the fact that I don’t want to make Sam’s pain worse by making it about me-”
“It is about you, Morales.” He just shrugs at her. “It’s about you. And Sam’s not going to benefit from you hiding your feelings from him.”
“But he’s already so upset-”
“And you think he’ll be fine and happy to find out that you were upset and didn’t tell him?”
Sloane sighs, picking at a piece of lint on her dress. “No. I know he won’t be. But I don’t know what to tell him.”
Sebastian bends to the ground, because one of her shoes is untied. “Well, what are you feeling?” He ties it for her, granting her reprieve from his knowing gaze. Then he sits there with his back against the desk, at her feet like he worships her.
It’s not totally off the mark.
“I feel like it’s going to suck when the town inevitably finds out about us, because Jodi’s going to be parading around talking about how right she’d been the whole time.”
Sebastian shuts his eyes - he’s worried about that, too. But there’s nothing they can do about it now.
“Do Sam and I make you feel like a whore?”
Silence, and then Sloane’s quiet admission.
“Not in a way that I don’t like.”
Sebastian’s stomach flips with nerves, and he’s dropping his head, a laugh leaving him with a breath. He can hear Haley’s disgusted mumble, but he just shakes his head and laughs, ears burning.
“You’re such an idiot.” There’s a hand in his hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately in response.
“No, Seb - you don’t make me feel like… what she’s trying to make me out to be.”
“Okay, then. That’s all that matters.” He leans his head against her knee, letting her run her fingers through his hair. The scratch of her nails at the base of his neck makes him shiver. “You’re not some evil, brainwashing, soul-stealing succubus just because we’re together.”
He stops short, his heart skipping in his chest. He’d just implied that their relationship is on the same level as the one she has with Sam.
Why had he done that?
He shakes his head, hoping that neither of them had noticed, but he finds that stupidly impressed look on Haley’s face when he glances up at her.
“ Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He glares when the blonde only smirks down at him.
“I’m just… impressed with the way you’re handling this conversation.” When Sebastian only rolls his eyes, she’s leaning forward to examine him with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t realize you liked her this much, Thing 2.”
Sebastian’s gaze snaps to hers, his glare burning hot. What is that supposed to mean?
Sloane saves him from answering, her admonishment full of endearment.
“Leave him alone , Haley. He’s my best friend. Obviously he cares about me.”
Haley leans away, leaving him be. He’s glad for it, because he doesn’t need her attention on him while he’s dealing with the heavy feeling in his chest.
Somehow, Sloane’s response hadn’t done anything to ease it. He’s just more confused than before.
Saturday, Winter 13, Year 6, 6:42PM
“Whatcha doin’, Sammy?”
Sam glances up from his phone, meeting Sloane’s eyes over the back of the couch as she shuts the front door behind her.
They’d left Abby’s place about an hour ago, but Sloane had wanted to hang out with Haley a little longer, so he and Sebastian had come home first. The older man’s upstairs finishing up some work.
Sam grins up at her, watching as she comes to sit beside him.
“Well, my girlfriend requested that I pick some suitable entertainment for tonight-” His chest warms at the blush that fills her cheeks. “-so I’m just… perusing the options.”
“Oh, perusing , huh?” When he nods brightly at her, she leans in, gesturing to his phone. “Can I see what’s up for consideration?”
Sam snorts, shaking his head and tossing his phone beside him. “Absolutely not. I haven’t decided yet, and it’s a surprise.” That’s a lie. He knows exactly what he wants to watch. He’d known all day.
Sebastian’s door opens upstairs, and they watch as he comes down to meet them. He’s dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweats, hair ruffled from running his fingers through it while he worked and tattoos on full display for them to stare at.
Sam’s jaw drops. One look at Sloane and he can tell she’s just as affronted. Sebastian freezes at the base of the stairs, looking between them with wide eyes.
“What…?”
Sam looks away, turning fully to Sloane and mumbling under his breath, practically in pain from how hard his heart is beating. “Why does he look like that? Does he want us dead?”
Sloane’s face is radiating heat, and she keeps glancing at Sebastian and then away as if it physically hurts her to look at him for too long. “Why the fuck is he torturing us? What did we do to deserve this?”
She glares at Sebastian angrily, and Sam turns again to join her. Sebastian just shakes his head at them and moves to join them on the couch, ears tinged pink and lips pursed to hide his smile.
“You guys are so stupid.” He sits beside Sloane, and she scoots closer to Sam like Seb’s dangerous. Sam wraps an arm around her protectively and glares emptily at him.
“You tryna seduce my woman, bro?”
Sebastian just smirks at him over Sloane’s head.
“Nah, bro - I’m tryna seduce you .”
Sam breathes out a heated sigh, shaking his head. “I can’t do this. He’s bad for my health.”
Sloane clutches the front of her dress. “My heart is beating in places it shouldn’t.”
Sam snorts into her hair, Sebastian shoving her further into Sam’s arms.
“Remind me to catalogue this outfit under ‘Banned Forever ’-”
“Well, wait, there’s no need to be rash -” Sloane scoots back toward him, flapping her hands in panic. Sam joins her, eyeing Sebastian curiously.
“Are there any other outfits in that category that we need to review?”
Sebastian just throws his head back and laughs when they crowd him into the side of the couch, his face burning from the attention. Sam and Sloane let him breathe, giggling into each other’s arms while Seb recovers.
After a moment, Sam finds Sloane looking up at him with wide, nervous eyes. He tilts his head, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sam… I-” She looks back at Sebastian. The man just nods at her in encouragement, eyebrows raised. “Uh… About earlier…”
Sam sighs, nodding. He’d been thinking about this all day, wondering how he should bring it up.
“Yeah, I… Sloane, I’m really sorry. For everything.” He smiles bitterly. “I know that she… I know that what she said and did must have hurt you a lot. Even though you handled it so well, it’s just… it was too much.”
Sloane blinks up at him, surprised. And then she turns to Sebastian, glaring. “You snitched!”
Seb shakes his head, lifting his hands in defeat. “I didn’t, I swear!” And then he meets Sam’s eyes. “I didn’t think you’d noticed, though.”
Sam nods. “I know. I was trying to pretend everything was okay, but… What my mom did was way too many layers of fucked up for Sloane to not be affected.” He looks Sloane over, running his fingers gently through her hair. “I just want to make sure that you know that Seb and I will never see you the way she does.”
Sloane smiles down at her hands, nodding. “I know that, Sam. Neither of you have ever treated me like I’m just a quick lay or someone to be taken advantage of.”
Sam flinches at her words. The idea that Sloane, if she were any less sure of this thing that they’re doing, could feel like they see her that way? It’s unthinkable. Those thoughts could never cross his mind, not about anyone. But especially not about her.
Not about this woman that’s sitting here in front of him with no clue just how in love he is.
Sebastian looks equally ruined by the thought of hurting her like that.
“Sloane, you would tell us if you felt that way… right?”
Sloane just smiles, glancing up at Seb.
“I don’t think I could hide it from you if I tried. You’re annoyingly perceptive.” She meets Sam’s eyes, explaining as she gestures back at the man. “He came to Haley’s earlier to talk. To convince me to have this conversation with you, even though I was scared.”
Sam nods, understanding. Realizing that that’s where Sebastian had disappeared to. He looks at Seb - the tinge on the tops of his ears, the way he won’t meet their eyes - and he thinks, not for the first time, that Sebastian Christakos has his own way of taking care of them. Even if he hates being noticed for it.
Sam reaches across the back of the couch, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of Seb’s neck. The man meets his eyes, seeing the emotion on Sam’s face. He looks away, mumbling under his breath.
“I know, I know. I love you, too.”
Sam barely manages to hide his smile, and he ducks his head to press his lips against Sloane’s.
I’m so in love with you, it hurts.
Sloane gives him a smile when he pulls away, one that tells him that she’d felt his thoughts, even if he hadn’t said them. Sam doesn’t know what he’s going to do with these two.
Loving them for the rest of his life seems like the only option.
The feeling goes nowhere when Sebastian clears his throat, gesturing to the TV lamely.
“So, were we gonna watch some classy television, Rated E for Everyone?”
Sam smiles, watching Sloane’s face warm as she pats her knees with a sigh.
“Okay, I’m gonna go change.” She moves to stand, but Sebastian’s got a hand on her elbow. Sam grins, already knowing where this is going when the man just shakes his head at her and smiles like she must be joking.
“No, you’re not.”
Sloane just blinks at him and then looks down at herself.
“Why not? You got all comfy and sexy, so why can’t I?” She tries to get up again, but Sebastian’s yanking her back down.
“Sloane, I swear to God, if you try to take that dress off without me-”
Sam snorts, shaking his head and reaching for his phone. Sloane just looks between them, finally realizing why they’ve been looking at her like that all day.
“Oh.” Her face burns, and she purses her lips, settling back into the couch. “Okay. Cool. Let’s just-” She looks at Sam. “Porn, please.”
Sebastian releases her with a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “This is the worst idea we’ve ever had.”
Sam connects his phone to the TV, casting his screen for them to see what he picked. The telltale sound of the PornHub intro on the speakers has Seb and Sloane shifting nervously, and Sam’s suddenly worried that they’re going to hate this.
What if they think he’s weird for picking this? Would they make fun of him if they knew that he watches this specific video far more than he would like to admit? What if it doesn’t turn them on, and he’s the only one that’s into it? What if-
“I feel like I should make popcorn or something.”
Sebastian’s says it casually, but Sam can see the way he swallows hard and keeps his eyes trained on the screen with interest. Sloane’s no better, her knee bouncing as she laughs nervously at his comment.
“Maybe we should dim the lights and close the curtains - the full movie experience.”
Sebastian’s quick to jump up and move to the windows.
“Good call.”
Sam watches him go, watches the way he never takes his eyes off the TV, even when he’s fumbling for the light switch. Sam smiles to himself - he already knows what’s happening on the screen just based on the sounds.
He’s more content to watch them tonight.
They’re bathed in darkness, the only light in the house coming from the TV. Sam watches them get comfortable when Sebastian returns, Sloane leaning forward slightly with her hands curled into the cushion and Seb with his arm thrown across the back of the couch like he’s only casually interested in what they’re watching.
Sam turns back to the screen, taking in the scene. It’s a casual video - the professional ones kind of freak him out, if he’s honest. There’s a couple in bed, kissing slowly while the man gently rids his girlfriend of her clothes.
Somehow, Sam’s only just now realizing that this girl kind of looks like Sloane and that he’s definitely a piece of shit for watching this video for years while probably unconsciously knowing that.
“Sam, how many times have you seen this video?”
The blond stills, refusing to meet Sebastian’s eyes. When he doesn’t, the man continues. “Because, uh… I mean, not to state the obvious, but the girl kind of…”
“Looks like me?” Sloane’s got a small smirk on her face, eyes still on the screen. Sam groans quietly.
“I swear that’s not why I watch it…”
And now he’s just told them that he watches this regularly. That’s great.
Sloane’s smirk breaks into a smile, but she still doesn’t turn to him, even when Sebastian jokingly mumbles a response.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure, Sammy. It’s totally not the reason that I’m this invested in a porno.” The girl on the screen starts moaning quietly. Importantly, it’s realistic - none of the performative shit that gave Sam the scare of his life when he was 16 and curious.
Sebastian swears under his breath. “Damn it. She even sounds like her.”
Sloane turns to him.
“Is that what I sound like?”
Seb just flushes, ignoring her. Sam realizes that Sebastian’s really the only one that’s heard Sloane properly moan before. He’s suddenly desperate to hear it for himself.
Fuck the blowjob. They can do that some other time.
Sam’s nerves twist in his stomach as he watches them out of the corner of his eye. Sloane nudges Seb for a response, but he just nudges her back, eyes following the way the guy on the screen slides the girl’s panties down her thighs and throws them somewhere off camera.
When he slides his fingers through the woman’s folds and presses two of them into her at once, Sebastian’s swallowing and shifting in his seat. The light from the screen makes the tent in his sweats clear to see from where Sam’s sitting.
Sloane doesn’t look much better, her thighs pressing together briefly when the woman that looks like her lets out a strangled moan that apparently sounds like her, too. Sam breathes out a question, watching the side of Sloane’s face carefully.
“Did Seb do that to you, baby? On his birthday?” Sam watches color fill Sebastian’s cheeks, and Sloane bites down on her bottom lip when she shakes her head.
“Just teased me a little… but I wanted him to.”
The breath Sebastian lets out is shaky, and his eyes are finally moving from the screen to watch Sloane, too. Sam smiles softly.
“Aw, Sebby. You didn’t give the girl what she wanted?”
Sebastian meets his gaze evenly, his face flushed. And then his eyes drop to Sam’s lap, a smirk pulling at his lips. Sam realizes with a quick glance that he’s visibly hard in his jeans. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Maybe I was waiting so that you could.”
Sam finds his eyes, seeing the heat building in that dark gaze. But Sebastian only quirks an eyebrow, his attention interrupted when Sloane gasps quietly between them. They both turn to look at her, but she’s just watching the screen, entirely unaware of the moment they’d shared.
Sam’s eyes flick to the TV just as the girl in the video is sliding off the bed and onto her knees in front of her boyfriend. He’s looking down at her in endearment, letting her curl her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.
Sloane swallows hard when she pulls his boxers down and takes him in one hand, stroking him a few times and smiling up at him when he breathes out a sigh. The woman leans in, licking a stripe up the length of his cock before taking the head of it in her mouth. The man’s head falls back, and he moans low as his fingers tangle into her hair.
“Fuck, that’s my girl.” The woman moans when he tightens his grip on her. “ Such a good girl for me. ”
Sam watches Sloane’s lips part in surprise, her eyelids fluttering and her chest rising and falling quickly. He glances at Sebastian and finds the man in a similar state, eyes wide and eyebrows high on his forehead. Seb wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and pulls his lip rip between his teeth, tugging on it distractedly as the scene before them unfolds for the next few minutes.
Sam’s jeans are starting to become painfully tight, and he eventually undoes them discreetly to ease the tension. He almost jumps when Sloane suddenly turns to Sebastian, her hands curled into fists on the cushion when she leans toward him.
“I-Is that what I’m supposed to do?” She gestures to the screen. “Does that feel that good?”
Sam’s chest swells with adoration when he sees the way she looks to Sebastian for guidance. When he sees just how much she trusts him – enough to be vulnerable with him, even after years of teasing and annoyances. And when Sebastian just breathes out a laugh, his gaze affectionate when he takes her chin in his hand, Sam feels like his heart might burst.
He wonders if they know just how much they care about each other.
Sebastian mumbles a response to her, one that makes Sam think that maybe he’s also thrown the blowjob idea right out the window.
“Why don’t you just be good and do what Sam tells you, huh?”
Sam’s brows lift, and Sebastian’s meeting his eyes over Sloane’s shoulder, the same dark heat that was there before filling his gaze. It seems they’re on the same page after all.
Sloane turns to Sam, chewing on the inside of her lip.
“Uhm, I think I’m… I think I’m ready, if that’s okay.”
Sam’s eyes flick between hers, gauging the truth in them. She looks a little nervous, but there’s mostly determination and a significant amount of arousal in those eyes. Sam just nods, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Okay, baby.”
She smiles nervously and starts to slide off the couch to get on her knees, but Sam’s quick to put his hand on her elbow. She looks up at him, confused.
“Wha-”
He pulls her back onto the couch fully and then nods behind her at Sebastian. She looks back at the man, seeing the knowing grin start to spread across his face. Sebastian scoots in, Sam doing the same on her other side while she looks between them with wide eyes.
She gasps shakily when Sebastian sets his hands on her waist and lifts her with ease, setting her wordlessly down between his legs, her back pressed firmly against his chest. Sam moves toward them, his nerves burning when Sebastian hooks his fingers under Sloane’s knees and pries them open, draping each of her legs over his. Her dress rides up her thighs, her panties peeking out from under her tights. Sam thinks they might be white and silky.
“Wait, what are we-” She’s cut off by Sam’s lips on hers, her face tilted to the left by his warm hand. He pulls away just long enough to let her finish her question. “I-I thought you were gonna teach me to… I thought-”
“Yeah, I thought I would, too, Princess.” He presses another kiss to her mouth, sighing against her. “But we decided tonight should be about you. That okay?”
She shivers under his touch, swallowing hard. “W-Why?”
Sebastian’s voice is low, heavy as he pushes his lips against the column of her throat. “Because you’re not just a quick lay .” When Sloane starts to protest, Sebastian’s fingers slide up her legs, hands settling comfortably on her thighs. “And because, apparently, I missed something on my birthday.”
“No, you-you didn’t, it’s okay-”
“You gonna let me make up for it, Sloane?” Sebastian coos at her mockingly, and Sam feels himself twitch in his boxers, his mouth sucking a mark into the other side of Sloane’s neck. “You gonna let us take care of you?”
“You said you were needy.” Sam’s voice is softer than Sebastian’s, warmer. He takes her chin in his hand, turning her head toward him so he can kiss her better. “We can fix that, baby.”
Sloane shifts in Sebastian’s lap, a whine slipping past her lips when she nods. “O-Okay… If you’re sure.”
Sebastian’s eyelids flutter when she grinds down on him, and he tightens his grip on her thighs. Sam trails his lips down her skin while Seb mumbles something in her ear on the other side.
“I know you can feel me, Morales. Don’t be a brat.”
Sloane shifts again, and Sam looks up at her through his eyelashes, finding a dreamy smile on her face. He grins against her neck, shaking his head in endearment when she talks back to him.
“That’s the point, Christakos.” She reaches behind her, and Sam can tell she’s palming Sebastian through his sweats when the man bucks his hips forward, a surprised breath leaving him.
One of Seb’s hands leaves Sloane’s thigh, and he’s reaching between them to yank her hand out. A shiver flies down Sam’s spine when he hears Sebastian’s response.
“Don’t make me tie you down, Sloane.”
The goosebumps that form on her skin tell Sam that she likes that idea just as much as he does. With a smile, he presses his lips to her cheek, whispering in her ear.
“Can I touch you?”
Sloane whines, turning to look at him with clouded eyes. She nods, leaning into him. He kisses her firmly, fingers dancing on the hem of her dress. She lifts her hips so he can slide it over the curve of her ass, but he only gets the fabric to her navel when Sebastian’s reaching down and taking her tights between his fingers.
The fabric rips with almost no effort.
Sloane gasps at the sound, her eyes flying down to the hole in her only pair of tights. Sam follows her gaze, his mouth watering slightly when he sees how wet her panties are.
Sloane throws her head back against Sebastian’s shoulder angrily.
“You asshole, those are the only ones I have-”
“I thought you said they were only like ten bucks, huh?” Sebastian’s voice is harsh, mocking. Sam hates how good he is at that. “You’re gonna get mad when I can just buy you more? Certainly not, Princess .”
She starts to snap back at him, but Sam drags his nails gently up her thigh, drawing her attention back to him. She softens when she looks at him, sighing lightly against his lips when he kisses her, his fingers dancing up and down her skin ever so carefully.
And then she’s moaning into his mouth, the sound laced with surprise, because Sebastian’s ripping something else. Sam pulls away, just as confused, and they both glance down to find Seb holding a shred of Sloane’s white panties. He doesn’t look even mildly ashamed of himself when Sam gives him a glance of admonishment over Sloane’s head.
Sloane groans in annoyance. “Okay, those were expensive-”
Sebastian just tugs the rest of the fabric out of his way with a smile. “You can have my credit card after we’re done.”
Sloane scoffs, lifting her arms when Sam slides her dress up and over her head. “You’re just asking for me to put you in debt.”
“ Gladly and gratefully .” Sebastian mumbles it against her neck, his fingers kneading roughly into her thighs. Sloane laughs breathlessly and leans her head back against his shoulder, pushing her chest out. Sam slides his hand up her torso, cupping her through her bra and smiling lovingly down at her when she tilts her head up for a kiss.
“You guys done bickering?” Sam murmurs against her lips, smiling when she promptly whispers ‘ no, probably not ’. He loves how she changes with each of them. So sharp with Sebastian, so soft with him. Watching them go toe to toe with each other just to have her melt under his touch is nothing short of addicting.
“Don’t worry, Sam. I think she likes bickering.”
Sam lifts his head away from her, spotting the satisfied gleam in Sebastian’s eyes. He reaches out to the man, his free hand carding through the hair at the base of Seb’s neck. He pulls taut, biting down on his lip when Sebastian moans and turns to meet his eyes.
Sam plants a harsh kiss on his mouth before glaring emptily into his eyes.
“Be nice to her, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s eyelids flutter, his lips parted as he stares down at Sam’s mouth, but his response is full of mischief.
“What are you talking about? I’m being so nice to her.”
Sloane gasps, a choked moan escaping her, and Sam pulls away to see what’s happening. Sebastian’s still got one hand on her leg, but the other is pressed between her thighs, his fingers sliding lazily through her folds and circling her clit.
Sam thinks he might just come right here.
Sloane arches her back, Sebastian’s name falling past her lips. Sam watches Seb’s eyes slide shut, his face pressing into her hair as he whispers to Sam.
“She’s so wet, Sam. I told you she likes it.” His voice is muffled in her curls. “Fighting with me gets her going.”
“S-Shut up, you fucking idiot.” Sloane squirms under Sebastian’s fingers, her voice empty of all the heat it would normally have.
“What happened, huh? Where’s that cocky girl that made me come on the couch the other day?”
Sam’s gaze flies between Sloane’s face and Sebastian’s hand, unable to decide what to look at. He watches the way she rolls her hips forward to meet the tips of Seb’s fingers, a whine bubbling out of her, and he wants so desperately for Sebastian to make her come. He just wants to watch them all night.
But then Sebastian’s whispering into Sloane’s ear, breaking Sam from his daze.
“I think Sam wants a turn, Morales.” Sebastian smirks when Sam meets his eyes, shocked. “Look at him, waiting so patiently.”
Sloane’s eyes drift open, and she’s looking at Sam with flushed cheeks. “Hi, Sammy…”
Sam swallows, shifting next to her. “Hi, baby. Feel good?”
When she mumbles a confirmation, Sebastian prompts her again, his voice heavy. “You want Sam to make you come, don’t you?”
She nods mindlessly, and the desire coursing through Sam’s veins deepens. Darkens into something he’s felt before but never known how to vocalize.
He wants to make her his and Seb’s alone.
“Yes, please . Make me come, Sam…”
He wants to ruin her.
Sam shifts toward them, his fingers itching to touch her. Sebastian chuckles darkly.
“There it is, Sloane. See it?”
Sam has no idea what that means, and, frankly, he doesn’t give a fuck. His eyes trail down Sloane’s body, even when she cracks her eyes open to watch him. She smiles, laughing breathlessly.
“I see it…”
Sebastian’s voice is low, laced with desire. “You want it?”
Sloane nods, echoing back to him. “- want it .”
Sam wonders how fast he can make her scream his name.
“You heard her.” Ocean eyes find dark obsidian, an unasked question - because Sam sure as hell hasn’t been listening. Sebastian just tilts his head toward Sloane, an eyebrow raised with interest. “She wants you to corrupt her, Samson. Think you can do that?”
The air in Sam’s lungs leaves him in a single breath. His skin tingles with something rough, something that makes him want to reduce Sloane to nothing but tears and his name on her tongue.
“Yeah.” He barely recognizes his own voice, much deeper than normal. “I think I can do that.”
Sam slides his hand over her thigh, watching the rhythm that Sebastian’s following as he brushes his fingers on the spot that makes Sloane’s breath come short. Sam’s fingertips glide along her inner thigh, eyes flicking between her skin and the look on her face.
He watches her carefully when Sebastian draws his hand away, arousal smearing on her thigh when he returns to his previous place. Sloane sighs, her hips shifting as she searches for relief.
When Sam’s fingers find her folds, warm and slick, Sloane’s lips part, a sigh of pleasure leaving her. He slides softly against her, fingers already soaked. And when he circles her clit, ever so gently, she’s whispering his name breathlessly.
Sebastian reaches between Sloane and himself, unhooking her bra and ridding her of it. Sam almost stalls in his movement, staring down at her breasts in awe.
Fuck, she’s pretty.
“Isn’t she?” Sebastian whispers, and Sam realizes that he’d said that out loud. The older man slides his fingers over her chest, cupping her gently. Sloane arches her back, breasts covered completely by his hands. Sam commits the image to memory almost immediately. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“She’s perfect.” Sam mumbles a response, noting that Sloane’s gotten wetter, the sound of his fingers moving on her skin lewd in this room. In the back of his mind, he wonders if she’s hearing how Sebastian’s talking about her.
How obsessed he is with her.
Sam’s heart skips in his chest when he watches them, when he sees the way Sebastian looks down at Sloane’s face, like he’d do anything for her.
Sebastian must not realize it, either.
He meets Sam’s eyes, his gaze darkening as he murmurs a command against Sloane’s ear.
“Aren’t you gonna thank him, Morales? He’s being so nice to you.” When Sloane only moans at the feeling of Sam’s finger pressing against her entrance, Sebastian hums in disapproval. Sam tracks the path of Sebastian’s hand, from Sloane’s breast up to her throat. He presses his thumb to one side, his fingers curling around the front and squeezing softly. “We really need to work on those listening skills, Sweetheart.”
Sloane chokes out a moan, and Sam feels her clench briefly around the tip of his finger. His eyebrows raise, barely hearing her whisper ‘ Thank you, Sam ’ in response.
He meets Sebastian’s eyes again, and he can tell they’re thinking the same thing, the side of Seb’s mouth tilting up in a knowing smirk.
Sloane has just given them something very interesting to work with.
Sebastian’s grip on her throat tightens, and Sam watches Sloane’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans. He presses his finger in slowly, thrusting once and watching the way her breath comes out in shallow pants. The fact that he’s the first one to do this to her – the first person to have her like this – somehow makes him harder than he already is.
“ Sam -fuck-ah-” Her mouth is red, bottom lip swollen from how hard she’s been biting down on it. “Fuck, that- Sam -”
Sam pushes another finger against her, testing it. It slides in easy, Sloane’s moan echoing off the walls. Sebastian keeps whispering against her, his hold on her tight, while Sam fucks his fingers into her, the snap of his wrist setting his pace.
“Close, Sloane?”
She only whines. Sam thrusts roughly into her, unable to hide his smile when a broken sob is ripped from her throat. Sebastian grins to match, eyes dancing with excitement.
“And you haven’t told him that?”
She answers immediately and without restraint. Sam thinks Sebastian might have broken her. That thought goes straight to his cock. He wonders if Seb will let him touch himself.
“Sam, I’m- I think I’m gonna-”
Sam presses a harsh kiss against her lips, feeling how she pants into his mouth.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
Sloane gasps against him, her back arching as her head falls back onto Sebastian’s shoulder. She cries out for Sam, the blond watching in awe as he feels her clench around his fingers, impossibly tight. Sebastian drops his hand from her breast to her waist, holding her steady against him while he presses kisses behind her ear.
“ Just like that, Sloane. Good job, just like that- ”
Sam’s eyes dart from the flush of Sebastian’s cheeks to the sight of his fingers still buried inside of Sloane, even as she’s coming down from her high. And then he finds the rise and fall of her chest, the way her breasts look while she continues to pant his name like he’s all she can think about.
“Go ahead, Sam.” His gaze flies to Sebastian’s, dark eyes searching his knowingly. He smirks casually, even though Sam can see how flustered he is from watching Sloane unravel like that. “You’re a tits man, aren’t you?”
Sam flushes, forgetting how he’d nervously revealed that information to Sebastian all those weeks ago. But, on the encouraging quirk of Sebastian’s eyebrows, he’s climbing off the couch and onto his knees, fingers sliding out of Sloane with ease. She mewls at the feeling, her hips shifting, but she looks like she’s still recovering, so she doesn’t notice the way Sam moves to kneel between hers and Sebastian’s legs.
Sebastian watches him with bated breath, his gaze burning through Sam’s skin. Sam meets his eyes briefly, nervously, and slides his hands up Sloane’s sides, his fingers wet on her skin. And then he leans in, taking one of her breasts in his mouth, his hand coming up to cup the other.
Sloane shivers at the feeling, his name falling past her lips as she buries a hand in his hair. Sam grazes his teeth over her nipple, his cock twitching angrily when she moans and tightens her grip. He suckles her skin softly, not wanting to overstimulate her, while his free hand drops to boxers. He pushes them down and out of the way, wincing when his cock slaps against his navel.
He cracks his eyes open, looking up at Sebastian through his eyelashes, just to see if the man noticed. Sure enough, Sebastian’s grinning down at him, gaze all too knowing. He tilts his head to the side for a better look, and Sam shivers at the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes on him like this.
He shuts his eyes again, focusing on making Sloane feel good so he doesn’t think about Sebastian’s gaze. She wriggles under his touch – gasping quietly when he rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, whining his name when he laps his tongue over her skin. His hand stutters as he strokes himself, his skin sensitive and his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.
“Look what you’re doing to him, Sloane.”
Sam almost jumps when Sebastian’s voice breaks the silence of the room, and he registers in the back of his mind that Seb must have turned the TV off at some point. He doesn’t open his eyes, because he knows he’ll get nervous. But he feels Sloane scratching her nails against his scalp affectionately, and he knows they’re both watching him.
He sucks on her skin harshly, and he feels Sloane throw her head back against Seb’s shoulder.
“Shit…”
“Getting worked up again? Already?”
“F-Fuck you, Christakos-”
Sam relaxes, their bickering putting him at ease, and focuses on making her moan like that again. It doesn’t take long, Sloane’s fingers curling harshly in his hair as she whispers his name. He barely hears the words that Sebastian mumbles into her skin, but he does hear how his tone shifts into something softer. Something shy.
“ Is it okay if I…? ”
Sam feels Sloane nod after Seb trails off, hears her whisper the words ‘ whatever you want ’. And then he feels her back arch, his head following the sudden curve of her chest. He cracks his eyes open with interest, finding Sloane’s eyes screwed shut up and her lips parted, breathless pants falling out in between her shallow moans.
Sam looks at Sebastian, realizing that his eyes are hooded as he gazes down Sloane’s body at something. The man swallows hard, his pupils blown wide and his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“ Fuck , Sloane, you’re so tight…”
Sam pulls his mouth off of Sloane’s breast with a soft pop , his gaze trailing down her body. The arm that Sebastian had wrapped around Sloane’s waist is draped down her side, his hand pressed against her core. He’s got two fingers buried inside her, sliding in and out of her slowly.
Sam falls back on his heels, his nerve endings alight as he watches Sebastian finger her. His own hand twitches on his cock, and his eyes flutter when he realizes just how close he is to coming.
“ Fuck… ” He slides his hand down his length, flicking his wrist the way he knows he likes to, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. The coil in the pit of his stomach twists harshly, tightening when Sloane shivers and whines Sebastian’s name.
“You gonna come for me?”
Sam’s eyes fly up at Sebastian’s question, finding that he’s already staring down at him. His words are as confident as ever, but he’s watching Sam with desperation, his eyes flicking between Sam’s face and the way he’s touching himself. And then he looks at the side of Sloane’s face, his gaze growing wilder.
Sam realizes that Sebastian isn’t talking to him. He’s talking to both of them.
Seb’s voice is rough, low. “She’s close again, Sam. Don’t you want to come with her?”
Sam nods, even though Sebastian’s not looking at him. “Wanna come with her.”
Sebastian whispers against Sloane’s skin. “Open your eyes.” When she only whines low, her brow furrowed, he says more. “You can do it, baby. Be good for me.”
The way he calls her baby makes Sam’s skin tingle, his high so close and yet so far away.
And then Sloane opens her eyes and meets Sam’s gaze with desperation. The coil burns white-hot, and he’s lifting back onto his knees to be closer to her.
“ Sam -”
The whine of his name sends him tumbling over the edge, and he’s leaning forward with a choked moan of hers. His vision leaves him just as Sloane’s crying out for him, ears ringing. When he comes to a few moments later, he realizes that he’s painted her skin white with his cum, all over her thighs and torso.
Sebastian holds Sloane tight against him until she comes down again, and then he draws his fingers out of her, his breath harsh as he stares down at them.
“Fuck… You guys are… fuck. ” He looks as breathless as Sam feels. “Look at you two.”
Sam glances down, immediately flushing and tucking himself back into his boxers when he sees the state of himself. And then he looks at Sloane, who appears in no state to do anything except lie there against Sebastian’s chest and catch her breath. His eyes track the mess he made on her, and he’s shaking his head in mild embarrassment.
“We should clean her up.”
Sloane barely responds, just a small whine of agreement, and Sebastian’s nodding. And then he sticks his hand out, still wet with Sloane’s cum, toward Sam’s face. “Okay, go ahead.”
Sam ignores Sloane’s noise of confusion, staring at Seb’s fingers and then looking up to meet his eyes. Is he asking Sam to…?
Sebastian just lifts a dark eyebrow expectantly.
Oh, fuck.
Sam inhales sharply, arousal dropping to the pit of his stomach like he didn’t just have the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. He leans in slowly, his face warm, and takes Sebastian’s fingers into his mouth, eyes sliding shut as he swirls his tongue around them.
Above him, Sloane is groaning, her voice muffled like she’s hiding in her hands.
“Oh, my God, that’s so humiliating. Stop it…”
Sam pulls his mouth off of Seb’s fingers, licking his lips to get the rest of it. He sees how red Sloane’s ears are, how embarrassed she looks. And then he glances down at her core, seeing how messy everything still is.
And he decides that he simply can’t leave her like that.
He sets his hands on her hips and leans in, passing his tongue over her tentatively.
Sloane flinches against him as she stutters a question.
“A-Again? Right now? I’m not done recovering!”
Sebastian laughs somewhere about him.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” Sam hates how much he loves it when Sebastian calls her that, even mockingly. “He’s just cleaning you up.”
“That’s what the shower’s for-” Sloane moans despite herself when Sam sucks gently on her clit before lapping at her folds, a heated groan falling past his lips as he swallows what"s left of her arousal. She flinches again, and he pauses, just in case it’s too much. But there’s a hand in his hair, grip soft but demanding.
“A little slower, Sammy. She’s sensitive.” Sebastian’s hand draws Sam’s face away for just a moment – just long enough for them to lock eyes – and then it’s guiding him back in. Sam presses the flat of his tongue against her slowly, carefully. “Just like that. She likes it just like that.”
Sam moans against her, realizing that Sebastian’s teaching him. Teaching him how to make her feel good.
He lets Sebastian show him what to do, lets himself be taught and burns every direction into his mind for later. And when Sloane starts to whine, murmuring under her breath that it’s too much, he lets Sebastian pull him away again so she doesn’t get overwhelmed.
Sam meets Sebastian’s eyes, vulnerable and submissive under his touch. Sebastian just looks at him with love in his eyes, and nothing about that face changes when he turns his head to check on Sloane.
Sam wonders if Sebastian Christakos really, truly understands just how well he takes care of them.