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hidethekey) wrote2009-06-01 12:37 pm
hidethekey) wrote2009-06-01 12:37 pm
Snow Marshalls Just Don’t Compare To The Real One
Title: Snow Marshalls Just Don’t Compare To The Real One
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex DeLeon/Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford
POV: Third
Summary: Alex fails at making snowballs. No, he really does. Ian offers to help him out.
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: Written for thecabfic Christmas Exchange for katofantastic. Beta'd by strlight_fics.
Alex turned to Marshall and grimaced. “How the hell did I let him convince me to vacation somewhere without a single Del Taco in sight?” he sighed.
Marshall smirked at him, moved forward and adjusted Alex’s scarf, “It wasn’t hard, Singer, all he had to do was bat his eyes at you and smile all nice and cute. I, at least made him give me a blow job,” he stated proudly.
“Well I happen to actually love our boyfriend, thanks,” Alex replied. He leaned against Marshall and looked out into the snowy vastness that surrounded the cabin they were staying at. He could see Ian clearly out in the field, rolling a giant snowball toward them. He had the cutest grin on his face that Alex had ever seen. Alex felt his own lips quirk up into a smile. Then he felt cold fingers inch up underneath his jacket, his hoodie and his t-shirt and lips press into his neck. He grinned fully and leaned into Marshall further.
“Looks like our boyfriend needs help,” Marshall mentioned as they both watched the snowball become entirely too big for their tiny little boyfriend to continue to push, despite the fact that they had to haul all of their own shit and Ian was actually quite strong for his size. The snowball was absolutely gigantic, though. He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Alex’s jeans, causing Alex to shiver and lean back against him further. Marshall grinned. “Why don’t you go help our boy out?”
Alex arched a little into the touch and moved his head to the side, exposing the part of his neck that he’d failed to cover with a scarf. How convenient. Marshall dragged his lips up the side of Alex’s neck, nipping hard enough, sucking long enough to make him moan. “What are you going to do, then?” Alex breathed; his voice was nearly a whisper.
Marshall bit down one last time, making Alex moan loud enough for Ian to pop his head up and look over at them curiously before he pushed Alex forward. “It’s a surprise,” he said. He gave Alex a wink and a grin before going off into the cabin by himself. He didn’t actually have a surprise planned; he’d just wanted to get out of the snow, Alex knew. Marshall fucking hated the snow. It was a testament of his love for Ian that he was even up here in the cold at all. Alex was very proud of him for sacrificing the heat and sun for this sea of snow.
Alex pranced down to where Ian was. He went up behind his boyfriend and pressed himself into Ian’s back. “Marsh has a surprise for us, later,” he said. Ian turned in his arms, back pressed up against the giant snowball that he’d taken to just adding more snow and shaping, chest flush against Alex’s. “Hey, you have snow in your hair.”
Ian grinned at him, the smile reaching his eyes and making them sparkle. Alex loved it when Ian smiled like that. Even though Ian was a smiley kind of person, Alex knew that this smile, this sweet, eye crinkly, full out smile, was reserved for he and Marshall only. It always coaxed a blush to the surface of Alex’s cheeks and inspired a grin in return. It stretched across Alex’s face.
“So, you want to help me build an epic snowman?” asked Ian. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Alex’s then kissed him, too. Alex kissed Ian back and when Ian pulled away he nodded.
“I totally want to build an epic snowman with you. We can call it Marshall and sing that wonderland song about getting married to it, too.” He grinned. He moved off of Ian and out toward the field. “I’ll start making the head for this one.”
Alex didn’t wait for Ian to reply to him, he just walked off into the field and tried to form a snowball. He learned very quickly that as a Nevada born desert boy, he was shit at making snowballs. He was trying to make a small one but he was putting too much pressure on it and it kept shattering even before he had the chance to start rolling it. He was actually starting to get really frustrated at this stupid snow thing. He’d never made a snowman before and previously, when he’d made snowballs, they’d been the dinky little ones that had been designed solely to pelt Cash in the head. He’d missed most times he’d tried, but whatever, at least those had worked. Apparently, Alex DeLeon, lead singer for up and coming band, The Cab, was complete crap at making snowmen. He dropped his latest attempt and sighed in defeat.
Ian walked over soon after Alex sat down on the ground. He looked down with an arched brow and a question in his eyes. Alex just sighed again. “I was born in the desert,” he stated, “so I can’t do this snowball thing.” He bit his lip and looked up at Ian, who was smiling down at him.
“It’s easy,” Ian said, “all you need to do is grab a shitload of snow and turn it into a ball, like this.” He held up the handful of snow that he’d picked up and of course, it formed a perfect ball. Alex pouted. Why couldn’t he make snowballs like that? It was so unfair. He pouted even more when Ian dropped his perfect snowball onto the ground and began to roll it. When the snowball was a decent enough size that it wasn’t going to break apart, Alex watched as Ian stood up and walked over to him. He pulled on Alex’s hips, moving so that their bodies pressed together. “See? Not that hard,” he teased.
Alex pressed forward and fit his mouth against Ian’s. “You know what’s better than building a lame snowman?” he asked when he pulled away.
Ian kissed him again and then raised an eyebrow. “What do you think is better, then, because I can think of a multitude of things that are.” The way Ian was pushing his body against Alex’s was giving him ideas too.
“I was going to-” Alex’s words were again cut off by Ian’s mouth on his. Ian kissed him deeply, backing him up against the already formed snowball of giantness. Alex fell back against it, leaning on the steady bulk of the frozen precipitation. Maybe snow actually could be fun after all… He let Ian kiss him, let Ian lick into his mouth, over his teeth. He met the guitarist’s tongue with his own and pressed up into Ian just as much as Ian was pushing him back. Alex brought his hands up, tried to fist them in Ian’s hair only to realize that Ian was wearing a hat, because they were outside, because it was cold, because they were in fucking Canada. It just wasn’t the same, dragging gloved hands over the skin underneath Ian’s winter coat and hoodie. Alex wanted them to get inside, to get where it was warm and where Marshall was so they could all get naked together.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Ian groaned against his mouth. Huh. Alex hadn’t actually realized he’d said that out loud. He wasn’t going to say no though. Sex with his two boyfriends far outweighed failing at building a snowman in his mind. Instead of moving off of him though, Ian just kissed him again. Alex was shivering from the frost by the time Ian pulled off again.
“We’d better go inside,” Alex suggested playfully, “Marshall is probably watching from the window, he’s probably getting jealous but he won’t come out here to join in because he hates snow so much.”
“Do you think we could get him jealous enough to come out here?” Ian pondered.
Alex wasn’t sure if the question was directed at him or not but he answered anyway with a shake of his head. “No. He’d just watch from the window, you know he gets off on watching. Then he would bitch at us for the next week about how we did stuff without him even though he’s perfectly fine doing stuff without one of us.”
Ian laughed; the sound was rich and full to Alex’s ears. “You’re right. We should go inside, lest we incur the princess’s wrath.” At that statement, Alex found his own laughter bubbling to the surface. Ian took his hand and they both walked up to the rented cabin together.
When they got in, they both helped each other out of their winter clothes. Marshall lounged against the doorway to the mud room with his arms crossed. “You’re both bastards,” he proclaimed.
Alex pouted at him and once all of his outdoor clothes (the boots and snow pants he’d bought specifically for this trip) were off, he moved in close to Marshall and kissed him. Marshall was hiding a smile as he pulled away. Alex flashed him a huge grin. “So, what’s our surprise?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I should even give it to you guys, after you left me out of your make outs,” Marshall replied. Alex watched as Ian moved in to kiss Marshall as well. The way Alex could tell that Marshall wasn’t actually mad was because when Ian leaned in to kiss him, Marshall pulled him closer by the hips and pressed their bodies together.
“So does that mean you forgive us for our infidelity?” Alex teased. Marshall flipped him the finger as he continued to kiss Ian. Well, Alex wasn’t having any of that, he walked closer to the two of them and licked it over. He watched as Marshall shivered and grinned, “I take that as a yes.”
Alex witnessed it when Ian pulled his mouth from Marshall’s and dropped to his knees. That action gave Alex the chance to reclaim Marshall’s lips. As much as Alex liked kissing Ian, he really liked kissing Marshall too. He liked it especially when Marshall moaned into his mouth because Ian was mouthing his cock. Marshall was a biter. Alex hadn’t really been surprised when he’d discovered that fact the first time they’d kissed. Marshall kissed like he did everything else, with purpose and feeling and passion and Alex really loved that about him. The first time, when Marshall had bit down on his lip, then moved to leave angry red bite marks against his neck and shoulders, Alex had nearly come in his pants. He’d thought it would be the hottest thing ever, until he saw Marshall do the same thing to Ian a few minutes later.
He felt one of Marshall’s hands come up behind his head and pull him closer. Alex opened his mouth to Marshall, licked over Marshall’s lips and into his mouth. Alex swallowed down Marshall’s moans and grinned into the kiss. Marshall was usually very composed and Alex and Ian both loved seeing him this way, loose and open with them. He shuddered against Marshall and nearly fell over when he felt Marshall`s hands on his own dick.
Alex was breathing against pianist’s neck, leaning against his side when Marshall came. He was always silent during orgasm, the only things that gave it away were the look on his face, pure bliss, and the way he shook through the tremors. Alex grinned and nipped his shoulder. He felt Marshall’s grip on his hip loosen and he looked down to see Ian wipe his mouth and then shift a little. Then Ian was undoing his tight girl jeans and easing his cock out of his boxers. He didn’t get there, though.
“Wait,” Alex heard. He wanted to scream. Marshall had already gotten off; it was totally unfair of him to deny Alex his own orgasms. He growled against Marshall’s neck, nearly bit it until Marshall continued with, “Why did we make sure this cabin have a full size bed if we weren’t intending on using it?”
Apparently Ian agreed with him because he was standing up, lips red and swollen because he’d just sucked Marshall off (god he looked fucking hot too), hair in disarray and a smile stretching over those reddened lips. Alex had to bite back a moan. “Fuck you, Marsh,” he said but it came out choked, breathy, like Alex was already too close to his orgasm to have stopped. That was likely because he was.
“Baby, don’t be like that. I want to watch Ian fuck you.” That statement did make Alex moan. It made him moan and grab both of their wrists and literally drag them to the bedroom. The cabin wasn’t large so the trip wasn’t far at all but it seemed like they all took an eternity to get there. Alex was waiting for orgasms, everything felt longer when there was the ultimate goal of getting off. That was especially true when he was hoping Ian would be providing his pleasure.
Once in the bedroom, Alex didn’t hesitate at all to press his body back up against Ian’s, much like he had when they were outside, and kiss his reddened mouth. His hands dropped down and opened Ian’s jeans up, pulled them down over his knees. He didn’t pull them all the way off but that was only because he didn’t want to break the kiss and he was undoing his own pants since Ian had been interrupted in the middle of doing the same thing. He slipped them off his hips and down then abandoned the action so that he could take hold of Ian’s cock. It was hard, rock hard even, but that came as no surprise to Alex.
“Mmm, Singer…” Ian breathed into his mouth just before swiping his tongue over Alex’s teeth. Alex felt hands on his thighs. They traveled down and tugged his jeans the rest of the way off, then move up to strip off his shirt. When he felt Ian pressed up against him once more, he knew that those hands, Marshall’s hands, had done the same to him. Ian backed Alex up to the bed, and then pushed him down onto it. Marshall stood off to the side and only climbed onto the bed when Ian and Alex arranged themselves enough to give him some room.
“Fuck!” Alex exclaimed as someone (Marshall, he was sure) pressed two fingers inside of him. Ian was kissing over his collarbone, sucking on the skin and bringing the blood up to the surface. Ian almost never prepared him when they were going to fuck, he liked exploring their bodies with his tongue far too much to pay enough attention to what he was doing. Marshall, on the other hand, was a fucking pro at getting Alex stretched out, at getting him so hot and ready that he was nearly begging. It was like Marshall had a GPS inside his brain and his location goal was Alex’s prostate, because he hit it every single time. By the time Marshall’s third finger was inside of him, pressing insistently on his pleasure spot, Alex was moaning and begging to just get on with it. He needed something more than fingers, he wanted cock.
Despite his whines and moans, Alex looked at both his boyfriends angrily when Marshall drew his hand back. The annoyance turned into fascination as he watched Marshall’s pretty hand get all slicked up and grip Ian’s dick. Ian arched up into that hand and Marshall made sure that he jerked it enough to cover Ian’s hard member in lubricant. Ian’s eyes were dark now and Alex was ready. He had no idea what they were waiting for anymore.
“Fuck guys, I’m read-”
“Jesus, Singer, I love it when you say fuck,” Marshall breathed. He removed his hand from Ian’s member and looked at both of them. “Hands and knees, baby,” he directed at Alex. “I want to see both of your faces when you come.”
“Pervert,” Ian said but he was grinning at Marshall, who was grinning back at him.
Alex felt himself being manoeuvred around and forced onto his hands and knees. He felt Ian come up behind him and position his cock at Alex’s entrance. Alex was aching for it and when Ian pushed in, he let out a long, musical moan. The three of them did this enough that there was barely any burn and the burn that there was melted away into pleasure very quickly. Alex found himself pushing back against Ian within minutes of Ian fully sheathing himself inside.
He felt Ian’s lips against the back of his neck and Ian’s fingers tight against his hips. He knew already that he had bitemarks all across his neck and chest from Marshall earlier. If anyone else in the band had wondered why he’d started constantly wearing scarves all of a sudden, they weren’t saying anything. Maybe they already knew it was because of Marshall’s tendency to claim him, to leave his mark. Alex didn’t care. He was definitely willing to wear scarves to cover those marks so that Marshall could continue to leave them. Alex liked looking in the mirror to see them the day after the events went down, it was pretty hot.
Another thing that Alex thought was really hot was the feeling of Ian inside of him. He liked how he could feel Ian’s dick drag against the sides of his walls. He especially liked how Ian’s brain worked very similarly to Marshall’s when it came to finding Alex’s prostate. Alex cried out, moaned, every time Ian hit it which was just short of every single time he pushed himself in. Alex was very nearly there, so close that when Marshall’s slick hand grasped his own cock, it only took two strokes before he was gone, coming over Marshall’s fist and the duvet underneath them.
He felt Ian’s fingers dig into his hips, fingernails likely cutting tine half moons into his skin as Ian gripped tight and pushed into Alex over and over again. Alex didn’t care, it would just be another thing to look at in the mirror tomorrow and remember. It wasn’t like he could forget these nights, he couldn’t. Every detail lived in his mind like it had just happened the day before even though sometimes it was weeks later that he was thinking about it. Alex just liked having the physical proof right there in front of him. He knew that Ian and Marshall did too, by the way they touched the marks, ran over them with their tongues…
Alex shivered and apparently that was all it took before Ian was coming as well, collapsing onto him and shaking. Once Ian’s laboured breathing evened out, Marshall kissed both of them in turn. Ian pulled out of Alex and rolled over to collapse only half on top of him. Marshall pressed up against Alex’s other side and grinned at them. He looked like a cat that had just been fed an entire carton of cream. “You two are so fucking hot together,” he said, “What did I do to deserve this?” He ran his hand over first Alex and then Ian. Alex smiled back at him.
“When I get more energy, I’m giving both of you the best blow jobs you’ve ever had in your life,” Alex proclaimed in a lazy voice.
“You always do, baby,” Ian replied. He inhaled deeply and looked at both Alex and Marshall with half lidded eyes. “Thanks for coming up here with me,” he said quietly. “I know neither of you wanted to, but I just want you to know how much it means to me that you were willing to, you know, brave the snow for a couple days just because I wanted to be in it.”
Alex kissed him silent and his smile still graced his face when he pulled back. “You’re our Ian, we’d do anything for you. If this was what you wanted for Christmas, then we were going to give it to you.”
Alex saw that Marshall was nodding in agreement and trailing his long, gorgeous fingers over Ian’s hip as he did so. “Ian, baby, we’re happy to be here with you.”
Alex kissed him again then settled back between his two boys. Marshall moved his hand between Ian’s hip and Alex’s belly lazily. It was a few moments before anyone else said anything, then finally, Marshall uttered, “So, I’m guessing that neither of you want the hot chocolate I made earlier?”
Alex buried his face into Marshall`s neck as he cuckled.
“No, baby,” Ian drawled, “I think we’re all happy right here, for now.” Alex really couldn’t agree more.
*
The next day Alex and Ian convinced Marshall to join them outside in the completion of their epic snowman. They actually ended up making two of them, Cash Money and Jizzle. They had a snowball fight and allowed Marshall to prepare them all hot chocolate when it came time to go inside and get warm again at the end of the day. They cuddled on the bed as the hot chocolate warmed them and when the last of the winter’s cold seeped from their bones, they used the soft press of lips and the slick slide of skin to warm each other further.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex DeLeon/Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford
POV: Third
Summary: Alex fails at making snowballs. No, he really does. Ian offers to help him out.
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: Written for the
cabfic Christmas Exchange for katofantastic. Beta'd by strlight_fics.Alex turned to Marshall and grimaced. “How the hell did I let him convince me to vacation somewhere without a single Del Taco in sight?” he sighed.
Marshall smirked at him, moved forward and adjusted Alex’s scarf, “It wasn’t hard, Singer, all he had to do was bat his eyes at you and smile all nice and cute. I, at least made him give me a blow job,” he stated proudly.
“Well I happen to actually love our boyfriend, thanks,” Alex replied. He leaned against Marshall and looked out into the snowy vastness that surrounded the cabin they were staying at. He could see Ian clearly out in the field, rolling a giant snowball toward them. He had the cutest grin on his face that Alex had ever seen. Alex felt his own lips quirk up into a smile. Then he felt cold fingers inch up underneath his jacket, his hoodie and his t-shirt and lips press into his neck. He grinned fully and leaned into Marshall further.
“Looks like our boyfriend needs help,” Marshall mentioned as they both watched the snowball become entirely too big for their tiny little boyfriend to continue to push, despite the fact that they had to haul all of their own shit and Ian was actually quite strong for his size. The snowball was absolutely gigantic, though. He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Alex’s jeans, causing Alex to shiver and lean back against him further. Marshall grinned. “Why don’t you go help our boy out?”
Alex arched a little into the touch and moved his head to the side, exposing the part of his neck that he’d failed to cover with a scarf. How convenient. Marshall dragged his lips up the side of Alex’s neck, nipping hard enough, sucking long enough to make him moan. “What are you going to do, then?” Alex breathed; his voice was nearly a whisper.
Marshall bit down one last time, making Alex moan loud enough for Ian to pop his head up and look over at them curiously before he pushed Alex forward. “It’s a surprise,” he said. He gave Alex a wink and a grin before going off into the cabin by himself. He didn’t actually have a surprise planned; he’d just wanted to get out of the snow, Alex knew. Marshall fucking hated the snow. It was a testament of his love for Ian that he was even up here in the cold at all. Alex was very proud of him for sacrificing the heat and sun for this sea of snow.
Alex pranced down to where Ian was. He went up behind his boyfriend and pressed himself into Ian’s back. “Marsh has a surprise for us, later,” he said. Ian turned in his arms, back pressed up against the giant snowball that he’d taken to just adding more snow and shaping, chest flush against Alex’s. “Hey, you have snow in your hair.”
Ian grinned at him, the smile reaching his eyes and making them sparkle. Alex loved it when Ian smiled like that. Even though Ian was a smiley kind of person, Alex knew that this smile, this sweet, eye crinkly, full out smile, was reserved for he and Marshall only. It always coaxed a blush to the surface of Alex’s cheeks and inspired a grin in return. It stretched across Alex’s face.
“So, you want to help me build an epic snowman?” asked Ian. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Alex’s then kissed him, too. Alex kissed Ian back and when Ian pulled away he nodded.
“I totally want to build an epic snowman with you. We can call it Marshall and sing that wonderland song about getting married to it, too.” He grinned. He moved off of Ian and out toward the field. “I’ll start making the head for this one.”
Alex didn’t wait for Ian to reply to him, he just walked off into the field and tried to form a snowball. He learned very quickly that as a Nevada born desert boy, he was shit at making snowballs. He was trying to make a small one but he was putting too much pressure on it and it kept shattering even before he had the chance to start rolling it. He was actually starting to get really frustrated at this stupid snow thing. He’d never made a snowman before and previously, when he’d made snowballs, they’d been the dinky little ones that had been designed solely to pelt Cash in the head. He’d missed most times he’d tried, but whatever, at least those had worked. Apparently, Alex DeLeon, lead singer for up and coming band, The Cab, was complete crap at making snowmen. He dropped his latest attempt and sighed in defeat.
Ian walked over soon after Alex sat down on the ground. He looked down with an arched brow and a question in his eyes. Alex just sighed again. “I was born in the desert,” he stated, “so I can’t do this snowball thing.” He bit his lip and looked up at Ian, who was smiling down at him.
“It’s easy,” Ian said, “all you need to do is grab a shitload of snow and turn it into a ball, like this.” He held up the handful of snow that he’d picked up and of course, it formed a perfect ball. Alex pouted. Why couldn’t he make snowballs like that? It was so unfair. He pouted even more when Ian dropped his perfect snowball onto the ground and began to roll it. When the snowball was a decent enough size that it wasn’t going to break apart, Alex watched as Ian stood up and walked over to him. He pulled on Alex’s hips, moving so that their bodies pressed together. “See? Not that hard,” he teased.
Alex pressed forward and fit his mouth against Ian’s. “You know what’s better than building a lame snowman?” he asked when he pulled away.
Ian kissed him again and then raised an eyebrow. “What do you think is better, then, because I can think of a multitude of things that are.” The way Ian was pushing his body against Alex’s was giving him ideas too.
“I was going to-” Alex’s words were again cut off by Ian’s mouth on his. Ian kissed him deeply, backing him up against the already formed snowball of giantness. Alex fell back against it, leaning on the steady bulk of the frozen precipitation. Maybe snow actually could be fun after all… He let Ian kiss him, let Ian lick into his mouth, over his teeth. He met the guitarist’s tongue with his own and pressed up into Ian just as much as Ian was pushing him back. Alex brought his hands up, tried to fist them in Ian’s hair only to realize that Ian was wearing a hat, because they were outside, because it was cold, because they were in fucking Canada. It just wasn’t the same, dragging gloved hands over the skin underneath Ian’s winter coat and hoodie. Alex wanted them to get inside, to get where it was warm and where Marshall was so they could all get naked together.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Ian groaned against his mouth. Huh. Alex hadn’t actually realized he’d said that out loud. He wasn’t going to say no though. Sex with his two boyfriends far outweighed failing at building a snowman in his mind. Instead of moving off of him though, Ian just kissed him again. Alex was shivering from the frost by the time Ian pulled off again.
“We’d better go inside,” Alex suggested playfully, “Marshall is probably watching from the window, he’s probably getting jealous but he won’t come out here to join in because he hates snow so much.”
“Do you think we could get him jealous enough to come out here?” Ian pondered.
Alex wasn’t sure if the question was directed at him or not but he answered anyway with a shake of his head. “No. He’d just watch from the window, you know he gets off on watching. Then he would bitch at us for the next week about how we did stuff without him even though he’s perfectly fine doing stuff without one of us.”
Ian laughed; the sound was rich and full to Alex’s ears. “You’re right. We should go inside, lest we incur the princess’s wrath.” At that statement, Alex found his own laughter bubbling to the surface. Ian took his hand and they both walked up to the rented cabin together.
When they got in, they both helped each other out of their winter clothes. Marshall lounged against the doorway to the mud room with his arms crossed. “You’re both bastards,” he proclaimed.
Alex pouted at him and once all of his outdoor clothes (the boots and snow pants he’d bought specifically for this trip) were off, he moved in close to Marshall and kissed him. Marshall was hiding a smile as he pulled away. Alex flashed him a huge grin. “So, what’s our surprise?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I should even give it to you guys, after you left me out of your make outs,” Marshall replied. Alex watched as Ian moved in to kiss Marshall as well. The way Alex could tell that Marshall wasn’t actually mad was because when Ian leaned in to kiss him, Marshall pulled him closer by the hips and pressed their bodies together.
“So does that mean you forgive us for our infidelity?” Alex teased. Marshall flipped him the finger as he continued to kiss Ian. Well, Alex wasn’t having any of that, he walked closer to the two of them and licked it over. He watched as Marshall shivered and grinned, “I take that as a yes.”
Alex witnessed it when Ian pulled his mouth from Marshall’s and dropped to his knees. That action gave Alex the chance to reclaim Marshall’s lips. As much as Alex liked kissing Ian, he really liked kissing Marshall too. He liked it especially when Marshall moaned into his mouth because Ian was mouthing his cock. Marshall was a biter. Alex hadn’t really been surprised when he’d discovered that fact the first time they’d kissed. Marshall kissed like he did everything else, with purpose and feeling and passion and Alex really loved that about him. The first time, when Marshall had bit down on his lip, then moved to leave angry red bite marks against his neck and shoulders, Alex had nearly come in his pants. He’d thought it would be the hottest thing ever, until he saw Marshall do the same thing to Ian a few minutes later.
He felt one of Marshall’s hands come up behind his head and pull him closer. Alex opened his mouth to Marshall, licked over Marshall’s lips and into his mouth. Alex swallowed down Marshall’s moans and grinned into the kiss. Marshall was usually very composed and Alex and Ian both loved seeing him this way, loose and open with them. He shuddered against Marshall and nearly fell over when he felt Marshall`s hands on his own dick.
Alex was breathing against pianist’s neck, leaning against his side when Marshall came. He was always silent during orgasm, the only things that gave it away were the look on his face, pure bliss, and the way he shook through the tremors. Alex grinned and nipped his shoulder. He felt Marshall’s grip on his hip loosen and he looked down to see Ian wipe his mouth and then shift a little. Then Ian was undoing his tight girl jeans and easing his cock out of his boxers. He didn’t get there, though.
“Wait,” Alex heard. He wanted to scream. Marshall had already gotten off; it was totally unfair of him to deny Alex his own orgasms. He growled against Marshall’s neck, nearly bit it until Marshall continued with, “Why did we make sure this cabin have a full size bed if we weren’t intending on using it?”
Apparently Ian agreed with him because he was standing up, lips red and swollen because he’d just sucked Marshall off (god he looked fucking hot too), hair in disarray and a smile stretching over those reddened lips. Alex had to bite back a moan. “Fuck you, Marsh,” he said but it came out choked, breathy, like Alex was already too close to his orgasm to have stopped. That was likely because he was.
“Baby, don’t be like that. I want to watch Ian fuck you.” That statement did make Alex moan. It made him moan and grab both of their wrists and literally drag them to the bedroom. The cabin wasn’t large so the trip wasn’t far at all but it seemed like they all took an eternity to get there. Alex was waiting for orgasms, everything felt longer when there was the ultimate goal of getting off. That was especially true when he was hoping Ian would be providing his pleasure.
Once in the bedroom, Alex didn’t hesitate at all to press his body back up against Ian’s, much like he had when they were outside, and kiss his reddened mouth. His hands dropped down and opened Ian’s jeans up, pulled them down over his knees. He didn’t pull them all the way off but that was only because he didn’t want to break the kiss and he was undoing his own pants since Ian had been interrupted in the middle of doing the same thing. He slipped them off his hips and down then abandoned the action so that he could take hold of Ian’s cock. It was hard, rock hard even, but that came as no surprise to Alex.
“Mmm, Singer…” Ian breathed into his mouth just before swiping his tongue over Alex’s teeth. Alex felt hands on his thighs. They traveled down and tugged his jeans the rest of the way off, then move up to strip off his shirt. When he felt Ian pressed up against him once more, he knew that those hands, Marshall’s hands, had done the same to him. Ian backed Alex up to the bed, and then pushed him down onto it. Marshall stood off to the side and only climbed onto the bed when Ian and Alex arranged themselves enough to give him some room.
“Fuck!” Alex exclaimed as someone (Marshall, he was sure) pressed two fingers inside of him. Ian was kissing over his collarbone, sucking on the skin and bringing the blood up to the surface. Ian almost never prepared him when they were going to fuck, he liked exploring their bodies with his tongue far too much to pay enough attention to what he was doing. Marshall, on the other hand, was a fucking pro at getting Alex stretched out, at getting him so hot and ready that he was nearly begging. It was like Marshall had a GPS inside his brain and his location goal was Alex’s prostate, because he hit it every single time. By the time Marshall’s third finger was inside of him, pressing insistently on his pleasure spot, Alex was moaning and begging to just get on with it. He needed something more than fingers, he wanted cock.
Despite his whines and moans, Alex looked at both his boyfriends angrily when Marshall drew his hand back. The annoyance turned into fascination as he watched Marshall’s pretty hand get all slicked up and grip Ian’s dick. Ian arched up into that hand and Marshall made sure that he jerked it enough to cover Ian’s hard member in lubricant. Ian’s eyes were dark now and Alex was ready. He had no idea what they were waiting for anymore.
“Fuck guys, I’m read-”
“Jesus, Singer, I love it when you say fuck,” Marshall breathed. He removed his hand from Ian’s member and looked at both of them. “Hands and knees, baby,” he directed at Alex. “I want to see both of your faces when you come.”
“Pervert,” Ian said but he was grinning at Marshall, who was grinning back at him.
Alex felt himself being manoeuvred around and forced onto his hands and knees. He felt Ian come up behind him and position his cock at Alex’s entrance. Alex was aching for it and when Ian pushed in, he let out a long, musical moan. The three of them did this enough that there was barely any burn and the burn that there was melted away into pleasure very quickly. Alex found himself pushing back against Ian within minutes of Ian fully sheathing himself inside.
He felt Ian’s lips against the back of his neck and Ian’s fingers tight against his hips. He knew already that he had bitemarks all across his neck and chest from Marshall earlier. If anyone else in the band had wondered why he’d started constantly wearing scarves all of a sudden, they weren’t saying anything. Maybe they already knew it was because of Marshall’s tendency to claim him, to leave his mark. Alex didn’t care. He was definitely willing to wear scarves to cover those marks so that Marshall could continue to leave them. Alex liked looking in the mirror to see them the day after the events went down, it was pretty hot.
Another thing that Alex thought was really hot was the feeling of Ian inside of him. He liked how he could feel Ian’s dick drag against the sides of his walls. He especially liked how Ian’s brain worked very similarly to Marshall’s when it came to finding Alex’s prostate. Alex cried out, moaned, every time Ian hit it which was just short of every single time he pushed himself in. Alex was very nearly there, so close that when Marshall’s slick hand grasped his own cock, it only took two strokes before he was gone, coming over Marshall’s fist and the duvet underneath them.
He felt Ian’s fingers dig into his hips, fingernails likely cutting tine half moons into his skin as Ian gripped tight and pushed into Alex over and over again. Alex didn’t care, it would just be another thing to look at in the mirror tomorrow and remember. It wasn’t like he could forget these nights, he couldn’t. Every detail lived in his mind like it had just happened the day before even though sometimes it was weeks later that he was thinking about it. Alex just liked having the physical proof right there in front of him. He knew that Ian and Marshall did too, by the way they touched the marks, ran over them with their tongues…
Alex shivered and apparently that was all it took before Ian was coming as well, collapsing onto him and shaking. Once Ian’s laboured breathing evened out, Marshall kissed both of them in turn. Ian pulled out of Alex and rolled over to collapse only half on top of him. Marshall pressed up against Alex’s other side and grinned at them. He looked like a cat that had just been fed an entire carton of cream. “You two are so fucking hot together,” he said, “What did I do to deserve this?” He ran his hand over first Alex and then Ian. Alex smiled back at him.
“When I get more energy, I’m giving both of you the best blow jobs you’ve ever had in your life,” Alex proclaimed in a lazy voice.
“You always do, baby,” Ian replied. He inhaled deeply and looked at both Alex and Marshall with half lidded eyes. “Thanks for coming up here with me,” he said quietly. “I know neither of you wanted to, but I just want you to know how much it means to me that you were willing to, you know, brave the snow for a couple days just because I wanted to be in it.”
Alex kissed him silent and his smile still graced his face when he pulled back. “You’re our Ian, we’d do anything for you. If this was what you wanted for Christmas, then we were going to give it to you.”
Alex saw that Marshall was nodding in agreement and trailing his long, gorgeous fingers over Ian’s hip as he did so. “Ian, baby, we’re happy to be here with you.”
Alex kissed him again then settled back between his two boys. Marshall moved his hand between Ian’s hip and Alex’s belly lazily. It was a few moments before anyone else said anything, then finally, Marshall uttered, “So, I’m guessing that neither of you want the hot chocolate I made earlier?”
Alex buried his face into Marshall`s neck as he cuckled.
“No, baby,” Ian drawled, “I think we’re all happy right here, for now.” Alex really couldn’t agree more.
The next day Alex and Ian convinced Marshall to join them outside in the completion of their epic snowman. They actually ended up making two of them, Cash Money and Jizzle. They had a snowball fight and allowed Marshall to prepare them all hot chocolate when it came time to go inside and get warm again at the end of the day. They cuddled on the bed as the hot chocolate warmed them and when the last of the winter’s cold seeped from their bones, they used the soft press of lips and the slick slide of skin to warm each other further.