Just Look Through The Peephole
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hidethekeyTitle: Just Look Through The Peephole
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford/Cash Colligan
POV: Third
Summary: Cash is rooming with Singer on one of their few hotel nights instead of with Ian and Marshall. He wants to be with them though, so he gives Marshall a phone call.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: This is forsolace_requiem because it was her birthday. Sorry it's late BB!
Singer is in the shower when Cash calls Marshall. Marshall answers on the first ring and demands, “What the fuck took you so long? Ian and I were going to get to it without you.” He sounds impatient, which is what Cash had been expecting. Marshall doesn’t like being made to wait for anything, but he especially hates waiting for his play.
Cash grins, “I had to wait until Singer was out of the way.” He settles back against his bed and shifts his hips a little. He wants to be comfortable for this. Since Singer is usually in the shower for at least a half hour, Cash knows he’s got time for this. He rests the hand not holding the phone on the waistband of his underwear and waits.
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just share with us like you usually do,” Marshall complains. Cash can hear the two of them shuffling around in their own hotel room and wishes, not for the first time, the same thing.
“It’s because Johnson refused to room with Singer again and Singer didn’t want to be alone.” Cash grins when he hears Ian in the background. The, “Hi Cash, we miss you!” makes him grin even wider. Cash absolutely adores his boyfriends.
“I adore you both,” Cash proclaims, “and if we don’t get to share a hotel next time, I’m staging a mutiny. It’s mean, downright evil hearted of them to make me room with Singer when I can be having tons of sex with you guys tonight.”
“Singer needs you to feed his ego, you know that, Cash Money,” Marshall responds. “Every once in a while, our little songbird needs someone who will just sit there and tell him how awesome he is. You usually do a pretty good job, seeing as you’re his best friend and all. You have a duty to him before you have one to us. Besides, we’ll just have tons of sex without you.”
“Marsh, you are such an asshole!” Ian says it before Cash gets a chance too.
“What? We will, just like I would with him if for some reason you roomed with Johnson and I was with him. I know you two wouldn’t without me though, right?” Marshall asks, directing the question at both of them.
“Of course not, I think Ian’s gross. I’m only in on this thing so that I can have your hot ass all the time,” Cash replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Marshall gasps. Cash can hear the shuffling on the other side and he figures that Ian had gotten bored and tackled Marshall onto one of the twin beds that were likely identical to the room that he’s sharing with Singer that night. He hears the giggles and grins even wider. Then he hears, “Ian, you should hear what Cash just said about you!”
“Fuck you, Marshall; you know I didn’t mean it at all!” Cash calls into the phone. “I love Ian, I love you both; you know that!”
Marshall ignores him, however, and continues on with what he’d been about to say. “He says you’re gross and he likes me better!”
Since Marshall’s voice sounds further away from him than it had before, Cash thinks that maybe he’d dropped the phone because of whatever shenanigans the two were participating in. Not for the first time that night, Cash wishes he was there with them.
“He did not!” Ian yells back. “He loves me, he told me yesterday!”
“Yeah well, he told me TODAY!” Marshall retorts. Cash can hear them play fighting, imagines them tackling each other onto the bed and writing around. Wait. That’s a bad thought. Cash tries to curb his mind but he fails. Soon he’s imagining the two of them sliding hands up shirts, down the backs of jeans, up arms and into hair. Soon he can see them kissing, lewdly and loaded with tongue in his mind and he very nearly groans at the thought. He can hear their giggles, Ian’s explosive laughter, but instead imagines their moans.
Slowly, Cash can hear their giggles and laughter turn into moans and then his imagination just isn’t good enough. He tries to imagine what they’re doing, what Ian had done to Marshall to elicit that particular noise out of him but all he can think about is how much he wants to be there with them. He rests his hand on his belt buckle and just listens to them. Cash thinks that the sounds they’re making alone could make him come.
“Hope you’re still there, Cash Money,” Ian growls into the phone. “I hope you’re listening to this. You should see Marshall, he looks so fucking hot right now with his shirt half off and his jeans undone. His eyes are closed, he’s panting… I think that if I lick his dick-” Cash hears Marshall moan loudly as Ian says that part. Cash feels his own moan get ripped out of his throat as Ian continues, “-that he’ll come. I’m going to try it…”
Cash doesn’t hesitate to shove his hand down his pants. Ian and his dirty mouth had abandoned the phone by now and Cash can hear Marshall’s strangled gasps. The phone must be very close to Ian as well because on top of the gasping, Cash can also hear the wet sounds that Ian’s mouth is making against Marshall’s cock. Cash squeezes his own dick and closes his eyes.
Flashes of what might be happening in the room just down the hall from Cash flew through his mind. He sees Marshall, with his head thrown back and Ian’s head bobbing in his lap. Cash’s hand moves slowly over his dick, stroking idly. He rubs his thumb over the nub and eases his dick out of his jeans gently. He’s just about to start really paying attention to himself when he hears a gasp, and it’s not coming through the receiver.
Cash opens his eyes wide and sees Singer standing there, fresh out of the shower, with a towel around his waist. His own eyes are impossibly wide and his mouth is open. He stares for a moment before slapping his hand over his eyes. “Oh my god, Cash, if you need it that badly just go to them, okay?”
“Shit, shit, shit!” Cash hurriedly zips himself back into his jeans and looks at Singer. “Oh god… I thought… shit!”
“Just go!” Singer’s voice is high and panicked and Cash doesn’t blame him. He’s pretty sure he’d be freaking out just as bad if he’d walked in on either Singer or Johnson doing the same thing. If it was Ian or Marshall however, Cash would be all over that.
“Okay, I’m going!” he replies. He scrambles out of the bed and toward the door.
Just before he leaves, Singer calls out, “But you’d better come back, asshole. I’m not sleeping in here alone again!”
Cash slams the door to their room behind himself and then rushes down the hallway. He knows which room Ian and Marshall are in, Marshall had whispered the number in his ear repeatedly just before they’d all gone their separate ways, just in case Cash had wanted to sneak out to them that night. Now Cash is thankful that he had because he’s well on his way to finding them and he’s hoping that the fun isn’t over quite yet.
When he gets to the correct room, Cash resists the urge to pound on the door. He doesn’t need to break it down to show them that he’s there. Instead he knocks politely, three fast beats, and waits for one of them to admit him inside. That isn’t what happens though. He hears, “Go away, we’re fucking!” and wishes even more that he was inside that room with them.
“Yeah, go the fuck away,” Ian adds with a giggle.
Cash knocks again. “Guys, it’s me, it’s Cash. Singer kicked me out. He said if I needed to get laid that badly I should just come to you guys.”
“How do we know that you’re really Cash and not some random groupie that wants to rape us?” Marshall shoots back. Cash hears a giggle again and rolls his eyes. Marshall is the one that told him where their room was, in case of a situation like this.
“Yeah, you have to prove that you’re really Cash before we let you in, because we’re all naked and stuff and we don’t want someone that’s not Cash to see that,” Ian adds.
“You might be Johnson, perving on us, just waiting to catch a glimpse of our hot asses-”
Cash knows that Marshall might go on even longer on that same line of though and really, he just wants them to open the door so that he can attack them with his mouth. “You know, you could just look through the peephole and see that I’m Cash.”
“Ahahahaha, PEEPHOLE!”
“I’ll peephole you!” Then more giggling and an, “oh… that was nice…” drift through the door. Cash sometimes hates his boyfriends.
“God, just get off your asses and open the damn door! My dick is kind of aching right now and it needs some attention!” Cash bangs his fist against the door one last time. He’s about to growl in frustration when the door finally does open and he falls into the room, landing on the floor. “Ow, shit!”
“He is a Cash!” Ian exclaims. He jumps off the bed and lands on the floor with Cash, and immediately starts to lift his shirt off. “Marsh, Marsh, our Cash came to have sex with us!”
Cash’s tee-shirt is on the floor before he can even come up with a sarcastic and witty comment. By the time he thinks of one though, Ian’s mouth is on his chest and Marshall is wrestling to get his jeans off. Cash doesn’t even want to say it at all once Marshall gets those jeans onto the floor and has his mouth wrapped around Cash’s dick. Instead he throws his head back and closes his eyes. He takes the time to appreciate the fact that while his boyfriends are very good at annoying him to death, they were also very good at getting down to business.
Marshall swirls his tongue around the head of Cash’s dick and Cash cries out. He thrusts his hips up but Marshall’s hands are on them, holding him down. He can feel Ian’s mouth dragging over his chest, open. Cash’s eyes are closed; they’re closed against the feeling of having both Ian and Marshall all over him, kissing and licking and touching. It’s at that point that a thought occurs to him. “Marshall… Ian-oh god! No, wait. The door, it’s closed right?”
Suddenly, the mouths that had been previously overloading Cash with pleasure stop and abandon his body. He hears giggling again and Ian say, “Oh shit, Marsh, we forgot to close it after Cash came in.”
Cash’s eyes flash open just as he sees Ian close the door with a grin on his face. “Fuck guys, you seriously forgot? What if-” He’s cut off by a kiss from Ian and Cash must admit that despite the fact that his crazy boyfriends forgot to closer the door, kissing Ian is much better than yelling at him. Besides, the door is closed now, so that’s all that really matters, right? Cash thinks so. He kisses Ian back with fervour.
“Ian, you bastard; share the Cash. I want some too,” Marshall whines off to his side.
Ian pulls off and leans in to press his lips to Marshall’s. Marshall closes his eyes and sighs in contentment. Cash leans forward eagerly. The only problem with being in a relationship with two guys is that Cash can’t kiss them both at the same time. He figures if that’s their only problem, then there’s really not a whole lot to worry about. Ian pulls off of Marshall’s mouth, grinning and Cash leans forward to catch Marshall’s lips with his own before Marshall can start bitching again. He’d really like to get to the bed because what was the point in having one if they weren’t going to use it, but the floor is pretty good for now. Cash just doesn’t want to get rug burn on his ass. Ian can be pretty rough, sometimes.
Cash knows that he’s kissing Marshall so when Ian’s lips wrap around his cock, he’s pretty surprised. Ian doesn’t usually do this. He says he doesn’t like to do it because they never warn him before they come. It’s not Cash’s fault though, because Ian makes him so unintelligible that he can’t warn him first. Ian is really freaking good at giving head.
Marshall pulls away and Cash tries to chase his lips but he moves too quickly. “Bed,” he calls to Ian, “I want to ride Cash.”
“Shit, Marshall, you can’t just say stuff like that and not expect me to come all over the place,” Ian says as he pulls his mouth away from Cash’s cock.
Marshall grins at him, “Then you can do Cash, or he can do you. That’s totally up to you guys but I sure as fuck am going to watch.”
Cash agrees with Ian, Marshall really does have to stop saying things like that. There’s no way he’s going to last long enough for Ian if Marshall keeps it up. Marshall doesn’t say anything more though, he just stands and jumps over onto the bed. By the time Cash gets up off the floor and helps Ian up as well, Marshall has his legs spread, hand between them, stretching himself.
“God Marshall, that’s so fucking hot,” Cash says as he crawls up the bed, between Marshall’s legs. He says it right before he leans forward and kisses Marshall, dragging his tongue over his lips and then slipping it between them. Cash feels Ian’s hand on his dick, slicked up with lube and it isn’t long after that he’s being rolled over and Marshall is positioning himself over Cash’s very hard cock. Cash groans as Marshall sinks down.
Marshall pauses, gets used to the feeling of Cash inside of him as Cash breathes deeply. Marshall feels so good, so hot. They don’t get to do this, have actual sex, very often on the road because there’s never enough time and Cash thinks that Singer would kill them if they had sex in the van. Hotel nights, even if they’re staying in the shittiest hotels in the country, are something sacred to the three of them. Cash is glad that Singer had let him go so that he could enjoy this. He tries to even out his breathing so that he doesn’t lose it before Marshall even starts to move. Marshall is grinning down at him like he can read his mind, like he already knows how close Cash is.
Cash moves his hands down to Marshall’s hips. He smoothes his thumbs over the skin there, over the hard edges of the bones; that’s when Marshall starts to move. Cash’s breath shudders out and he’s forced to close his eyes. Marshall grinds down onto him, he swings his hips around and Cash can’t even believe how good this feels. He’d never thought that he could feel this good with a guy but Ian and Marshall had changed his mind completely. Soon Cash is moving with Marshall, pressing up into him and pulling him down harder by his hips. Cash flashes his eyes open to see Ian watching them, eyes half lidded, mouth open, stroking himself all the while. Cash kind of wants to lick him.
He’s pulled away from that thought quickly though, because Marshall shifts in such a way that makes Cash moan and push up into him even more. He feels the heat pooling in his belly, feels the pleasure spark along his blood stream. Cash grips Marshall’s hips tightly, holds him down so he can just fuck up into him over and over. He feels the tightness now, the tautness that tells Cash he’s so, so close. He knows Marshall isn’t quite there yet even though he’s making these strained keening sounds in the back of his throat but Cash also knows that Ian is watching them from the sidelines, that he’ll be more than willing to finish Marshall off. Cash thrusts up once more, then twice more and he’s coming. Marshall throws his head back and moans because Cash had managed to hit his prostate dead on the past few thrusts.
Cash continues to push up through his orgasm but once he settles Marshall climbs off of him and leans down to kiss him deeply. “Love you, Cash Money,” he says. Cash smiles at him lazily, still recovering from his orgasm, and mouths the words back.
Marshall blows him a kiss before he crawls over to Ian (which isn’t a far trip considering all three of them are on a twin bed and Ian is pressed up against Cash’s side) and flips them over so that he’s underneath. The action nearly causes Cash to fall off the tiny bed and does cause all three of them to start laughing. They’re still laughing as Ian covers Marshall with his body and positions himself at Marshall’s entrance. Cash rolls onto his side so that he can get a better view just as Ian pushes in.
He spits on his hand and sneaks it in between them, wrapping his fingers around Marshall’s so far neglected dick. Ian is working Marshall open with every thrust, hitting his prostate like Cash couldn’t because he’d been way too close already by the time Marshall had sunk down onto him. Marshall’s eyes are clamped shut and he’s biting his lower lip. He’s trying to stifle the gasps but failing. Marshall is kind of noisy in bed. Cash moves himself over a little bit more, crowding the other two against the wall and he leans down to kiss Marshall.
The kiss is barely that since the overload of pleasure from Ian’s dick, from Cash’s hand and mouth, seem to be getting to be too much for him. Cash loves seeing Marshall like this, loves seeing Ian like this too. He pulls his mouth from Marshall’s and looks up at his other boyfriend. Ian’s hair is spilling down, blocking his eyes from view but Cash knows that they’re closed. He knows that Ian’s got a crease between his eyes, can see that Ian’s biting his lip now too. Cash strokes Marshall one last time before Marshall is crying out loudly and spilling onto Cash’s hand. Ian only lasts seconds longer with Marshall clamping down on him. He comes with a strangled cry and pushes in a few more times before collapsing against Marshall as well.
Cash kisses them both, one at a time, while they’re still recovering. Marshall pants into his mouth, pulls his head close and kisses him harder. Cash loves kisses like this, when Marshall is still worked up, still passionate. When he pulls his head away so that he can kiss Ian too, Marshall chases him, bestows upon him one last kiss before letting go of the back of his head and watching as he and Ian kiss lazily.
Ian’s kisses are almost always lazy. Their tongues dance together and Ian rolls over so that he’s half on top of Marshall and half on top of Cash. He slips his tongue into Cash’s mouth and presses a hand to the side of Cash’s head. “Love you, Cash Money,” he mumbles into the kiss.
Cash pulls away from them finally. He smiles at both of them with pure adoration. “Love you too, both of you… god.” He wraps his arm around Ian’s back, leans forward to kiss Marshall once more then sighs with contentment.
“Thanks for coming to have sex with us. I would have been lonely without you,” Marshall mumbles against Cash’s shoulder. He shifts around a little, like he’s getting comfortable. He probably is. Cash knows that Marshall usually falls asleep directly after getting off.
“You liar, you would have just forced Ian into it if I hadn’t come,” Cash replies with a grin. He likes that he smiles around them so much, that they both make him happy enough to want to be grinning all the time.
“Yeah, but I like it best with both of you…” Marshall presses his lips to Cash’s shoulder and shifts just a little more. Then his breath evens out and Cash knows he’s asleep.
Ian stays where he is, sprawled on top of the two of them and rests his head on Cash’s other shoulder. “You know he’s serious, right?”
“Yeah, and you know I am too, right? I love you both so much I don’t even know what to do sometimes,” Cash replies. He rubs his cheek against the top of Ian’s head.
“I know. It’s just kind of crazy sometimes. You and me and Marshall. Sometimes I feel like it’s too good to be true, like I’m selfish for wanting to keep you both to myself,” Ian says around a yawn. Cash knows that he’s about to crash too.
Cash pauses a few seconds to think about the words before saying them. “If that makes you selfish then I’m selfish too because I get jealous when other people look at you, even. I’m never letting either of you go, you’re stuck with me.”
“’m glad,” Marshall slurs. Cash smiles again because he’d thought that Marshall was asleep.
“We’re not letting you go either,” Ian adds before he drifts off as well.
Cash figures since both of his boyfriends are asleep, he might as well be too. There’s no way he’s leaving them to go back to Singer right now, he doesn’t want to move lest he wake them up.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford/Cash Colligan
POV: Third
Summary: Cash is rooming with Singer on one of their few hotel nights instead of with Ian and Marshall. He wants to be with them though, so he gives Marshall a phone call.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: This is for
solace_requiem because it was her birthday. Sorry it's late BB! Singer is in the shower when Cash calls Marshall. Marshall answers on the first ring and demands, “What the fuck took you so long? Ian and I were going to get to it without you.” He sounds impatient, which is what Cash had been expecting. Marshall doesn’t like being made to wait for anything, but he especially hates waiting for his play.
Cash grins, “I had to wait until Singer was out of the way.” He settles back against his bed and shifts his hips a little. He wants to be comfortable for this. Since Singer is usually in the shower for at least a half hour, Cash knows he’s got time for this. He rests the hand not holding the phone on the waistband of his underwear and waits.
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just share with us like you usually do,” Marshall complains. Cash can hear the two of them shuffling around in their own hotel room and wishes, not for the first time, the same thing.
“It’s because Johnson refused to room with Singer again and Singer didn’t want to be alone.” Cash grins when he hears Ian in the background. The, “Hi Cash, we miss you!” makes him grin even wider. Cash absolutely adores his boyfriends.
“I adore you both,” Cash proclaims, “and if we don’t get to share a hotel next time, I’m staging a mutiny. It’s mean, downright evil hearted of them to make me room with Singer when I can be having tons of sex with you guys tonight.”
“Singer needs you to feed his ego, you know that, Cash Money,” Marshall responds. “Every once in a while, our little songbird needs someone who will just sit there and tell him how awesome he is. You usually do a pretty good job, seeing as you’re his best friend and all. You have a duty to him before you have one to us. Besides, we’ll just have tons of sex without you.”
“Marsh, you are such an asshole!” Ian says it before Cash gets a chance too.
“What? We will, just like I would with him if for some reason you roomed with Johnson and I was with him. I know you two wouldn’t without me though, right?” Marshall asks, directing the question at both of them.
“Of course not, I think Ian’s gross. I’m only in on this thing so that I can have your hot ass all the time,” Cash replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Marshall gasps. Cash can hear the shuffling on the other side and he figures that Ian had gotten bored and tackled Marshall onto one of the twin beds that were likely identical to the room that he’s sharing with Singer that night. He hears the giggles and grins even wider. Then he hears, “Ian, you should hear what Cash just said about you!”
“Fuck you, Marshall; you know I didn’t mean it at all!” Cash calls into the phone. “I love Ian, I love you both; you know that!”
Marshall ignores him, however, and continues on with what he’d been about to say. “He says you’re gross and he likes me better!”
Since Marshall’s voice sounds further away from him than it had before, Cash thinks that maybe he’d dropped the phone because of whatever shenanigans the two were participating in. Not for the first time that night, Cash wishes he was there with them.
“He did not!” Ian yells back. “He loves me, he told me yesterday!”
“Yeah well, he told me TODAY!” Marshall retorts. Cash can hear them play fighting, imagines them tackling each other onto the bed and writing around. Wait. That’s a bad thought. Cash tries to curb his mind but he fails. Soon he’s imagining the two of them sliding hands up shirts, down the backs of jeans, up arms and into hair. Soon he can see them kissing, lewdly and loaded with tongue in his mind and he very nearly groans at the thought. He can hear their giggles, Ian’s explosive laughter, but instead imagines their moans.
Slowly, Cash can hear their giggles and laughter turn into moans and then his imagination just isn’t good enough. He tries to imagine what they’re doing, what Ian had done to Marshall to elicit that particular noise out of him but all he can think about is how much he wants to be there with them. He rests his hand on his belt buckle and just listens to them. Cash thinks that the sounds they’re making alone could make him come.
“Hope you’re still there, Cash Money,” Ian growls into the phone. “I hope you’re listening to this. You should see Marshall, he looks so fucking hot right now with his shirt half off and his jeans undone. His eyes are closed, he’s panting… I think that if I lick his dick-” Cash hears Marshall moan loudly as Ian says that part. Cash feels his own moan get ripped out of his throat as Ian continues, “-that he’ll come. I’m going to try it…”
Cash doesn’t hesitate to shove his hand down his pants. Ian and his dirty mouth had abandoned the phone by now and Cash can hear Marshall’s strangled gasps. The phone must be very close to Ian as well because on top of the gasping, Cash can also hear the wet sounds that Ian’s mouth is making against Marshall’s cock. Cash squeezes his own dick and closes his eyes.
Flashes of what might be happening in the room just down the hall from Cash flew through his mind. He sees Marshall, with his head thrown back and Ian’s head bobbing in his lap. Cash’s hand moves slowly over his dick, stroking idly. He rubs his thumb over the nub and eases his dick out of his jeans gently. He’s just about to start really paying attention to himself when he hears a gasp, and it’s not coming through the receiver.
Cash opens his eyes wide and sees Singer standing there, fresh out of the shower, with a towel around his waist. His own eyes are impossibly wide and his mouth is open. He stares for a moment before slapping his hand over his eyes. “Oh my god, Cash, if you need it that badly just go to them, okay?”
“Shit, shit, shit!” Cash hurriedly zips himself back into his jeans and looks at Singer. “Oh god… I thought… shit!”
“Just go!” Singer’s voice is high and panicked and Cash doesn’t blame him. He’s pretty sure he’d be freaking out just as bad if he’d walked in on either Singer or Johnson doing the same thing. If it was Ian or Marshall however, Cash would be all over that.
“Okay, I’m going!” he replies. He scrambles out of the bed and toward the door.
Just before he leaves, Singer calls out, “But you’d better come back, asshole. I’m not sleeping in here alone again!”
Cash slams the door to their room behind himself and then rushes down the hallway. He knows which room Ian and Marshall are in, Marshall had whispered the number in his ear repeatedly just before they’d all gone their separate ways, just in case Cash had wanted to sneak out to them that night. Now Cash is thankful that he had because he’s well on his way to finding them and he’s hoping that the fun isn’t over quite yet.
When he gets to the correct room, Cash resists the urge to pound on the door. He doesn’t need to break it down to show them that he’s there. Instead he knocks politely, three fast beats, and waits for one of them to admit him inside. That isn’t what happens though. He hears, “Go away, we’re fucking!” and wishes even more that he was inside that room with them.
“Yeah, go the fuck away,” Ian adds with a giggle.
Cash knocks again. “Guys, it’s me, it’s Cash. Singer kicked me out. He said if I needed to get laid that badly I should just come to you guys.”
“How do we know that you’re really Cash and not some random groupie that wants to rape us?” Marshall shoots back. Cash hears a giggle again and rolls his eyes. Marshall is the one that told him where their room was, in case of a situation like this.
“Yeah, you have to prove that you’re really Cash before we let you in, because we’re all naked and stuff and we don’t want someone that’s not Cash to see that,” Ian adds.
“You might be Johnson, perving on us, just waiting to catch a glimpse of our hot asses-”
Cash knows that Marshall might go on even longer on that same line of though and really, he just wants them to open the door so that he can attack them with his mouth. “You know, you could just look through the peephole and see that I’m Cash.”
“Ahahahaha, PEEPHOLE!”
“I’ll peephole you!” Then more giggling and an, “oh… that was nice…” drift through the door. Cash sometimes hates his boyfriends.
“God, just get off your asses and open the damn door! My dick is kind of aching right now and it needs some attention!” Cash bangs his fist against the door one last time. He’s about to growl in frustration when the door finally does open and he falls into the room, landing on the floor. “Ow, shit!”
“He is a Cash!” Ian exclaims. He jumps off the bed and lands on the floor with Cash, and immediately starts to lift his shirt off. “Marsh, Marsh, our Cash came to have sex with us!”
Cash’s tee-shirt is on the floor before he can even come up with a sarcastic and witty comment. By the time he thinks of one though, Ian’s mouth is on his chest and Marshall is wrestling to get his jeans off. Cash doesn’t even want to say it at all once Marshall gets those jeans onto the floor and has his mouth wrapped around Cash’s dick. Instead he throws his head back and closes his eyes. He takes the time to appreciate the fact that while his boyfriends are very good at annoying him to death, they were also very good at getting down to business.
Marshall swirls his tongue around the head of Cash’s dick and Cash cries out. He thrusts his hips up but Marshall’s hands are on them, holding him down. He can feel Ian’s mouth dragging over his chest, open. Cash’s eyes are closed; they’re closed against the feeling of having both Ian and Marshall all over him, kissing and licking and touching. It’s at that point that a thought occurs to him. “Marshall… Ian-oh god! No, wait. The door, it’s closed right?”
Suddenly, the mouths that had been previously overloading Cash with pleasure stop and abandon his body. He hears giggling again and Ian say, “Oh shit, Marsh, we forgot to close it after Cash came in.”
Cash’s eyes flash open just as he sees Ian close the door with a grin on his face. “Fuck guys, you seriously forgot? What if-” He’s cut off by a kiss from Ian and Cash must admit that despite the fact that his crazy boyfriends forgot to closer the door, kissing Ian is much better than yelling at him. Besides, the door is closed now, so that’s all that really matters, right? Cash thinks so. He kisses Ian back with fervour.
“Ian, you bastard; share the Cash. I want some too,” Marshall whines off to his side.
Ian pulls off and leans in to press his lips to Marshall’s. Marshall closes his eyes and sighs in contentment. Cash leans forward eagerly. The only problem with being in a relationship with two guys is that Cash can’t kiss them both at the same time. He figures if that’s their only problem, then there’s really not a whole lot to worry about. Ian pulls off of Marshall’s mouth, grinning and Cash leans forward to catch Marshall’s lips with his own before Marshall can start bitching again. He’d really like to get to the bed because what was the point in having one if they weren’t going to use it, but the floor is pretty good for now. Cash just doesn’t want to get rug burn on his ass. Ian can be pretty rough, sometimes.
Cash knows that he’s kissing Marshall so when Ian’s lips wrap around his cock, he’s pretty surprised. Ian doesn’t usually do this. He says he doesn’t like to do it because they never warn him before they come. It’s not Cash’s fault though, because Ian makes him so unintelligible that he can’t warn him first. Ian is really freaking good at giving head.
Marshall pulls away and Cash tries to chase his lips but he moves too quickly. “Bed,” he calls to Ian, “I want to ride Cash.”
“Shit, Marshall, you can’t just say stuff like that and not expect me to come all over the place,” Ian says as he pulls his mouth away from Cash’s cock.
Marshall grins at him, “Then you can do Cash, or he can do you. That’s totally up to you guys but I sure as fuck am going to watch.”
Cash agrees with Ian, Marshall really does have to stop saying things like that. There’s no way he’s going to last long enough for Ian if Marshall keeps it up. Marshall doesn’t say anything more though, he just stands and jumps over onto the bed. By the time Cash gets up off the floor and helps Ian up as well, Marshall has his legs spread, hand between them, stretching himself.
“God Marshall, that’s so fucking hot,” Cash says as he crawls up the bed, between Marshall’s legs. He says it right before he leans forward and kisses Marshall, dragging his tongue over his lips and then slipping it between them. Cash feels Ian’s hand on his dick, slicked up with lube and it isn’t long after that he’s being rolled over and Marshall is positioning himself over Cash’s very hard cock. Cash groans as Marshall sinks down.
Marshall pauses, gets used to the feeling of Cash inside of him as Cash breathes deeply. Marshall feels so good, so hot. They don’t get to do this, have actual sex, very often on the road because there’s never enough time and Cash thinks that Singer would kill them if they had sex in the van. Hotel nights, even if they’re staying in the shittiest hotels in the country, are something sacred to the three of them. Cash is glad that Singer had let him go so that he could enjoy this. He tries to even out his breathing so that he doesn’t lose it before Marshall even starts to move. Marshall is grinning down at him like he can read his mind, like he already knows how close Cash is.
Cash moves his hands down to Marshall’s hips. He smoothes his thumbs over the skin there, over the hard edges of the bones; that’s when Marshall starts to move. Cash’s breath shudders out and he’s forced to close his eyes. Marshall grinds down onto him, he swings his hips around and Cash can’t even believe how good this feels. He’d never thought that he could feel this good with a guy but Ian and Marshall had changed his mind completely. Soon Cash is moving with Marshall, pressing up into him and pulling him down harder by his hips. Cash flashes his eyes open to see Ian watching them, eyes half lidded, mouth open, stroking himself all the while. Cash kind of wants to lick him.
He’s pulled away from that thought quickly though, because Marshall shifts in such a way that makes Cash moan and push up into him even more. He feels the heat pooling in his belly, feels the pleasure spark along his blood stream. Cash grips Marshall’s hips tightly, holds him down so he can just fuck up into him over and over. He feels the tightness now, the tautness that tells Cash he’s so, so close. He knows Marshall isn’t quite there yet even though he’s making these strained keening sounds in the back of his throat but Cash also knows that Ian is watching them from the sidelines, that he’ll be more than willing to finish Marshall off. Cash thrusts up once more, then twice more and he’s coming. Marshall throws his head back and moans because Cash had managed to hit his prostate dead on the past few thrusts.
Cash continues to push up through his orgasm but once he settles Marshall climbs off of him and leans down to kiss him deeply. “Love you, Cash Money,” he says. Cash smiles at him lazily, still recovering from his orgasm, and mouths the words back.
Marshall blows him a kiss before he crawls over to Ian (which isn’t a far trip considering all three of them are on a twin bed and Ian is pressed up against Cash’s side) and flips them over so that he’s underneath. The action nearly causes Cash to fall off the tiny bed and does cause all three of them to start laughing. They’re still laughing as Ian covers Marshall with his body and positions himself at Marshall’s entrance. Cash rolls onto his side so that he can get a better view just as Ian pushes in.
He spits on his hand and sneaks it in between them, wrapping his fingers around Marshall’s so far neglected dick. Ian is working Marshall open with every thrust, hitting his prostate like Cash couldn’t because he’d been way too close already by the time Marshall had sunk down onto him. Marshall’s eyes are clamped shut and he’s biting his lower lip. He’s trying to stifle the gasps but failing. Marshall is kind of noisy in bed. Cash moves himself over a little bit more, crowding the other two against the wall and he leans down to kiss Marshall.
The kiss is barely that since the overload of pleasure from Ian’s dick, from Cash’s hand and mouth, seem to be getting to be too much for him. Cash loves seeing Marshall like this, loves seeing Ian like this too. He pulls his mouth from Marshall’s and looks up at his other boyfriend. Ian’s hair is spilling down, blocking his eyes from view but Cash knows that they’re closed. He knows that Ian’s got a crease between his eyes, can see that Ian’s biting his lip now too. Cash strokes Marshall one last time before Marshall is crying out loudly and spilling onto Cash’s hand. Ian only lasts seconds longer with Marshall clamping down on him. He comes with a strangled cry and pushes in a few more times before collapsing against Marshall as well.
Cash kisses them both, one at a time, while they’re still recovering. Marshall pants into his mouth, pulls his head close and kisses him harder. Cash loves kisses like this, when Marshall is still worked up, still passionate. When he pulls his head away so that he can kiss Ian too, Marshall chases him, bestows upon him one last kiss before letting go of the back of his head and watching as he and Ian kiss lazily.
Ian’s kisses are almost always lazy. Their tongues dance together and Ian rolls over so that he’s half on top of Marshall and half on top of Cash. He slips his tongue into Cash’s mouth and presses a hand to the side of Cash’s head. “Love you, Cash Money,” he mumbles into the kiss.
Cash pulls away from them finally. He smiles at both of them with pure adoration. “Love you too, both of you… god.” He wraps his arm around Ian’s back, leans forward to kiss Marshall once more then sighs with contentment.
“Thanks for coming to have sex with us. I would have been lonely without you,” Marshall mumbles against Cash’s shoulder. He shifts around a little, like he’s getting comfortable. He probably is. Cash knows that Marshall usually falls asleep directly after getting off.
“You liar, you would have just forced Ian into it if I hadn’t come,” Cash replies with a grin. He likes that he smiles around them so much, that they both make him happy enough to want to be grinning all the time.
“Yeah, but I like it best with both of you…” Marshall presses his lips to Cash’s shoulder and shifts just a little more. Then his breath evens out and Cash knows he’s asleep.
Ian stays where he is, sprawled on top of the two of them and rests his head on Cash’s other shoulder. “You know he’s serious, right?”
“Yeah, and you know I am too, right? I love you both so much I don’t even know what to do sometimes,” Cash replies. He rubs his cheek against the top of Ian’s head.
“I know. It’s just kind of crazy sometimes. You and me and Marshall. Sometimes I feel like it’s too good to be true, like I’m selfish for wanting to keep you both to myself,” Ian says around a yawn. Cash knows that he’s about to crash too.
Cash pauses a few seconds to think about the words before saying them. “If that makes you selfish then I’m selfish too because I get jealous when other people look at you, even. I’m never letting either of you go, you’re stuck with me.”
“’m glad,” Marshall slurs. Cash smiles again because he’d thought that Marshall was asleep.
“We’re not letting you go either,” Ian adds before he drifts off as well.
Cash figures since both of his boyfriends are asleep, he might as well be too. There’s no way he’s leaving them to go back to Singer right now, he doesn’t want to move lest he wake them up.