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“Okay, never have I ever had a threesome.” Fanboy says, grinning wickedly at them all as they sat in the living room of Mav’s house. The Captain, himself, was out for the evening with his Admiral husband, but as Rooster was living with them now—both Mav and Bradley wanting to spend as much time together as possible to catch up for all the lost years—the Dagger Squad were getting drunk in their ex-CO’s house.
They all groaned, because Fanboy had clearly been dying for his turn to say that one, but they all shifted their eyes around to see who was going to drink. Fritz drank with a cocky grin and no one was surprised he’d indulged in more than one lover at a once. Jake cocked an intrigued eyebrow as Rooster sighed and slugged back a mouthful of beer. The moustached man jutted his chin out and licked his tongue over his teeth as the rest of the group eyed him as if to say, really??
“What?” He shrugged. “I went a bit off the rails in the years after I stopped talking to Mav. Thought sex might help. It didn’t. Not much else to say.”
“There is.” Fanboy smirked. “We need to know if it was both dudes, both gals, or a bit of both.” They hadn’t asked Fritz as he liked the ladies way too much for his threesome to have included another guy.
Rooster rolled his eyes. “First one was two guys. The second a bit of both. Ow—what was that for?!” He looked accusatorily at Phoenix who had punched him in the arm.
“You only told me about one!”
“Jeez. Sorry. Now you know about the other.”
“Anyone else?” Payback asked; his arm wrapped around Fanboy’s shoulders.
Jake thought about not answering; letting Rooster have the titillating response for this round, but he also didn’t like being beaten. And yeah, he’s only had the one threesome, but if you took into account who it was with, well…
That made things a bit more spicier.
Not that he was going to tell this lot that bit of information. He didn’t want to get punched for starters.
He took a gulp of his beer and watched as they all narrowed they gazes at him.
“Fucking someone and looking at yourself in the mirror, doesn’t count, Bagman.” Rooster drawled. The asshole.
Jake flipped him off. “Real funny, Roo. And there were definitely two others in bed with me at the time, thank you very much.”
“Give us the deets.” Halo flicked him on the arm. He glared at her and shook his head.
“Nope. Those are my memories. Not for sharing.”
And what memories they were.
//
Ten years ago, a bar:
“Huh, didn’t think they let gorgeous guys like you exist outside of magazine pages.” Jake drawled, letting his Southern twang seep into his words as he sidled up to the very attractive, tanned, older guy with dark hair and who was about five inches shorter than him. The guy was resting his peachy ass against the edge of the bar, sipping on a beer, and he was all alone.
Jake thought it was a crime that no one was with him.
“What sort of magazines?” The guy grinned around the lip of his beer bottle, and Jake felt his attraction go up a notch. “The ones where everyone wears weird clothes and poses weird, or the ones where people wear no clothes and pose in much more interesting ways.”
Jake nearly choked on his own drink as the guy winked at him. “Ummm…I’m gonna say the second, but know I mean it in the best kind of way.”
The guy laughed, delighted, and raised his beer in salute. “I’ll take it.”
“I’m Jake.”
“Pete.”
“What you doing here all alone, Pete?”
“I’m not.” Jake raised an eyebrow as there was no one else around them; others were on the dancefloor or mingling elsewhere, but no one else was in their little bubble. “My husband should be back from the toilets any minute.”
Jake clocked the ring he’d somehow missed on first glance, and swallowed down his disappointment. “Oh, well, that’s good.”
“Is it?” Pete huffed out a laugh, clearly hearing the hint of disappointment Jake had been unable to keep out of his voice.
“Yeah, it’d be a crime for someone as pretty as you not to have someone.”
“Even if that someone’s not you?”
Jake shrugged. Yeah, he was disappointed as there was something about Pete that seemed different to everyone else here. Maybe it was because he was older than everyone here by about 15-20 years. Or just maybe it was because he’d stood at the bar knowing exactly who he was, not looking for someone to try and help him find that out.
Confidence was sexy after all.
“Sure. I don’t poach.”
“Don’t poach what?”
Jake turned to look at the newcomer, and felt his mouth go dry as he saw another man—similar age to Pete—with blond, frosted tips, bright blue eyes, and plush lips pulled wide in a sharp grin. He dipped his head to give Pete a quick kiss on the temple, and Jake felt both sad and very turned on about the fact that Pete’s husband was just as attractive as he was. How was that fair??
“Uhh…”
“Babe, this is Jake. He was telling me how pretty I am.”
The blond snorted. “You don’t need the ego boost, but he is right. You are very pretty.” He took a sip of his drink (vodka by the looks of it). “Pretty annoying.”
“Yeah, well you married me, so there.”
Pete’s husband turned and cocked an eyebrow at Jake. “Still think he’s pretty, Jake?”
Jake flushed and gulped. “Will you hit me if I say yes?”
“Nah. It’s nice to know people admire what’s mine.” He held out his hand for Jake to grasp. “Tom.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jake shook his hand, and tried not to tremble with arousal at the strong grip Tom had. “I’d say sorry for hitting on your husband, but I’m not. Only sorry I can’t go home with him tonight.” He smirked, figuring he could tease them as they seemed pretty confident in their relationship.
“Who says you can’t?” Pete asked casually. Jake’s lungs stuttered to a stop, because WHAT?!
“Huh?”
“Good job he’s pretty.” Tom muttered into his glass; Jake realised he was talking about him, and that Tom thought he was pretty. All of this was a lot for his brain (that was already struggling with a lack of blood flow as all of it was going to his dick what with two sexy men in front of him) to handle. “We’re offering you a good time, Buttercup. If you want it.”
Jake looked from Pete to Tom and back again. “Both of you? At the same time?”
“More like one after the other.” Pete snickered, managing to avoid Tom’s hand when he went to whack him round the back of the head. “But yes, Jake. All three of us in bed together. Up for it?”
Tom drew his gaze lazily down Jake’s body and took in the way Jake’s jeans were very snug around his groin. “I’d say he’s up for it, Baby.”
They both stood there waiting for his response, and he realised he’d been stood there staring with his mouth open like a fish washed up on the beach. “Oh. Um, yes. I would like that. Very much.”
“Oh, he’s very polite.” Tom knocked back the rest of his drink and slammed the glass down on the bar. “My mother probably would’ve preferred I marry someone like him. Instead I fell in love you, you feral shortass.” He tilted Pete’s face up and kissed him deeply. Jake watched fascinated and a lot turned on.
“Come on, you. Let’s show him a good time, hmm?”
Pete held his hand out for Jake, and he was helpless to do anything but slip his own into that warm, waiting palm. He followed them both out into the balmy outside, and walked with them the ten minutes to their hotel room.
“You don’t live here then?” Jake asked, as Pete shoved him through the doorway and onto the bed.
“Nope. On holiday.” Pete pulled him into a kiss and Jake moaned as the older man slipped his tongue into his mouth; his hands cupping Jake’s face as he half-straddled Jake’s lap where he sat on the edge of the bed.
Another set of hands slid up Jake’s back, and he shivered when he felt Tom’s hot breath on the nape of his neck. “Can I take this off?” He asked, sliding his finger under the collar of Jake’s shirt. Jake nodded and let his hands rest on Pete’s hips. “Thank you.” He said, reaching round to undo the buttons of Jake’s shirt, somehow knowing (probably from years of being together) which way Pete was going to move as he ground up against him and devoured his mouth. “We’re celebrating our anniversary and we both agreed to have a threesome if we found someone we both liked. No one struck our fancies though, until you.”
“R—Really?” He gasped, pulling his lips away from Pete’s, only for them to be captured by Tom’s, as he kissed him soft and slow.
“Fuck, Babe. You should see his tits. Wanna bury my face in them.” Pete whined, before bending down over Jake’s lap and doing just that through the gap in his shirt.
“Really.” Tom huffed answering Jake’s question even as he was amused and fond at his husband who was rubbing his face over Jake’s tits before pushing his shirt out the way to wrap his lips around his nipple. Confidence was sexy as he’d said before, and Jake was so turned on by how both of these men touched him with no doubts to their movements. Like they knew what they wanted and that was to take Jake apart.
Jake wiggled his arms back so the blasted shirt could be taken off him, and let out an Oof as Tom moved to the side and Pete used that opportunity to push Jake backwards and writhe all over him as he nipped and sucked marks over Jake’s chest.
He peered over Pete’s shoulder and watched as Tom stripped down to his boxer briefs. The man was one tall drink of water, and Jake suddenly felt parched. Pete whined as Tom grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him off Jake (fuck, the manhandling was hot), and kissed him deeply.
“Get undressed, Baby. Otherwise you’ll come in your jeans just from making love to his tits, and then you won’t get to tap that ass you were eyeing up earlier.”
“E—Earlier?”
Tom smirked at him, as he pulled Jake upwards onto his feet, so he could shuck off the rest of his clothes. He thought about leaving his boxers on, but his cock wasn’t a fan of the restriction and he was hopefully going to be fucked soon anyway, so he pushed them down his hips too, and preened at the punched out moan that escaped Pete’s mouth as he looked at him whilst wiggling out of his own clothes. “We saw you on the dance floor. We figured you’d approach Pete if he was alone, so I went to the bathroom. Thankfully, we were right.”
Oh, they were good.
He yanked Tom close and kissed him, before pulling back and spreading out on the bed. “Okay then, which one of you is fucking me first?”
“I call shotgun!” Pete said excitedly, as he kicked off his sock and now stood there completely naked; his fat cock jutting up from a dark bush of curls, and making Jake’s mouth water.
“He’s not a fucking car, you idiot.” Tom sighed, even as he gently shoved his husband towards the bed. “But sure, I’ll go second.”
Pete let out a small cheer, and grabbed the lube. Jake watched, unable to bite back a smile. He was just so enthusiastic. He made Jake feel safe and wanted, and no wonder Tom married him. He was adorable.
“Spread your legs then Sweetheart.”
“Um—” He cleared his throat and sat up on his knees as he offered up a suggestion; not wanting to ruin whatever plans they had for the evening. “—I thought maybe I could get on all fours and suck Tom’s cock while you prep, then fuck me?”
“Fuck yes.” Pete breathed out, slightly reverent. “He’s smart and pretty, Babe. Jackpot.”
Jake found himself blushing. It was ridiculous. This was probably one of the nicest threesomes there’d ever been, and it made his cock ache something fierce.
“Jackpot, indeed.” Tom stepped out of his underwear and made himself comfy at the head of the bed. Jake flipped over onto his hands and knees and crawled in between his spread legs. He nuzzled at the crease of his thigh and breathed in the musk of arousal. He leant down on one elbow and used his other hand to grasp the base of Tom’s cock; curving his back and sticking his ass out for Pete’s attention.
He let saliva flood his mouth and then wetting his lips, he dragged wet kisses up the hard length of Tom’s cock, before wrapping his lips around the plump head and swallowing it down slowly.
Tom groaned at the wet heat surrounding his cock, and tangled his fingers in the strands of Jake’s hair. He huffed out a surprised breath as Pete spread his cheeks and rasped a wet stripe over his hole with his tongue; eating him out for a few minutes like he just couldn’t help himself.
Jake focused on the cock in his mouth (otherwise he’d come embarrassingly quickly) and bobbed his head up and down; getting it all sloppy and wet as the tip pressed against his tonsils. He supressed his gag reflex to deep throat the older man, and was unable to stop himself whining when Tom murmured, “Such a good boy.”
He pulled off to take a breath, and Pete used that moment to press a slick finger inside him. “How’s his mouth, Babe?”
“Made for sucking cock. How’s his ass?”
“Made for being fucked.”
Jake felt his cheeks heat at their praise. These two were dangerous. He nuzzled his cheek into Tom’s palm as he stroked his face, before guiding him back to his cock. Jake suckled on the head for a bit and lapped at the beads of pre-cum that oozed from the tip.
He spread his legs that little bit wider when Pete shuffled closer and pressed a second finger inside him; scissoring them and dragging them against his prostate. He didn’t want Tom to come down his throat—he wanted both of them to come when they fucked him—but he was enjoying the pleasant ache from languidly sucking on the blond’s cock.
His fingers trailed over Tom’s heavy sac, and up to play with the downy hair on his groin leading up to his navel. He gasped around the thick cock in his mouth as a third finger was pushed into his ass; the flared head hitting the back of his throat making it spasm as it took him by surprise.
Tom moaned above him and pulled on his hair; stroking his fingers over his nape as if petting him well done.
“Okay, think he’s prepped enough.” Pete’s voice suddenly chimed from behind him; a soft kiss pressed into the small of his back.
He blinked in confusion as Tom pulled him off his cock and moved to the side. “Where you going?”
Tom smiled at him gently. “As much as I love your mouth—because it is fantastic—my husband fucks like he flies—” Pete was a pilot? What were the odds? Jake wondered if they’d ever heard of Top Gun. “—which is to say, he’ll make you feel it for days afterwards. I don’t want you choking on my cock in the non-fun way because he’s destroying your ass so good you can’t breathe.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know what to say to that mental image other than, thank you and yes please.
“Don’t worry, I’m still gonna fuck you after him.”
“O—Okay.” He croaked out; his voice slightly rough from the dick sucking he’d been enjoying before.
“Babe, where are the condoms?” Pete asked, kneading at Jake’s ass cheek, like he didn’t want to stop touching him as he looked.
“Suitcase. I’ll get ‘em.”
“Um—” They both turned to look at him. “—you normally fuck without them right?”
“Right.” Pete said slowly. “We’ve been married for ten years and haven’t slept with anyone else even longer than that, but we wanted a bit of fun for our anniversary, so we came prepared. It’ll only take a sec to get them.”
“No, it’s not that.” Jake shook his head and turned over onto his back so he could look at both of them without hurting his neck. Plus he liked looking at them, they were both so pretty. “I just—I’m clean, so you can go without….if you want?”
He looked at the ceiling and bit his lip as he waited for them to respond. He couldn’t quite work out if the stunned silence was a good or bad thing.
“You want—”
“We can fuck you bare—”
“Holy fuck. Babe—”
“I know—”
Jake looked back and forth between them as they both spoke over each other. “Sooooo… is that a yes?”
Pete smoothed a hand up the inside of Jake’s thigh. “You sure you want us to come inside you? It’ll be messy.”
Jake felt a shiver of arousal rippled down his spine. “I like messy.”
“Okay then.” Pete settled himself between his legs—taking the new position in his stride—and bent down to kiss him softly. Once Jake was moaning and wordlessly begging for more, he sat back on his knees and wrapped Jake’s legs around his waist. Calloused fingers gripped his hips and then Jake felt blunt pressure against his hole; before Pete’s fat cock was sliding into him and filling him up.
“Fuck.” He keened when Pete bottomed out inside him.
He turned his face into the pillow and blinked his eyes open when he felt Tom gently touch his face and then soft lips on his own. The other man was laying on his side next to him; his hand a comforting weight on Jake’s sternum where usually his dogtags would rest. He’d taken them off for the night, wanting to have a night of fun without someone coming on to him just because he was in the Navy. Ironic really, that he seemed to have found at least one (he wasn’t sure about Tom) fellow pilot to play with.
“You okay?” Pete asked, rubbing up and down his thighs and looking at him intently, like Jake couldn’t feel the effort it was taking him to stay still inside him.
“M’good. Fuck me, Darlin’.”
Pete did as bade. He pulled back and then snapped his hips forward; Tom capturing his lips in a kiss to swallow down his moans. Jake didn’t know where to put his hands—they kept flailing about as Pete fucked into him hard and deep—until one found purchase amongst Tom’s hair, and the other was grabbed hold of by Pete; their fingers linking together by Jake’s hip.
“He feels so good, Babe. Tight and hot. You’re gonna love him.” Pete was hammering his prostate, and the aim on his guy; he was like Jake playing darts—always hitting the bullseye and making tears of pleasure leak from Jake’s eyes.
He knew he wasn’t going to last long. His orgasm was burning at the base of his spine and Pete was just too good at making him feel good. That along with the lazy way Tom was learning every inch of his mouth with his tongue; well he had no hope.
He tore his mouth away and gasped as his release ripped through him; ropes of come spurting onto his belly, his muscles flexing as he writhed in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Jake.” Pete gritted out as he shoved his cock in deep and came a minute later. Warmth flooded his insides as Pete spilled inside him; cock twitching with aftershocks as the older man panted and pushed sweat-slick hair back from his forehead.
Jake moaned as he gingerly pulled out, letting go of Jake’s hand and pressing a kiss to the jut of his hip; before his husband swapped places with him.
“You alright, Buttercup?” Tom ask, swiping a finger through the mess on Jake’s belly and sucking the sticky come off, humming in delight at the taste.
“Mmm…give me a minute.” He slurred; pleasure drunk.
Tom huffed out a laugh and nodded. “Sure. You alright, Baby?” He asked Pete, who had flopped down on his back next to Jake. Pete gave him a weak thumbs up; enjoying the high of a good fuck. The blond busied himself pressing kisses all over Jake’s chest and neck as he waited for Jake to be ready to be fucked again; sucking and biting on the hard nubs of his nipples, and licking away the sting with his tongue.
“Okay, I’m goooooood.” He breathed out a few minutes later, the last word ending on a moan as Tom flipped him over onto all fours and slid his cock into the tight heat that was slicked with his own husband’s come. “Fucking hell.”
“Yeah, my husband is a dick.” Pete grinned up at him. “But he’s great in bed and cooks great pancakes so it balances it out.”
Tom grunted and pressed down on Jake’s back so he arched even further; the older man’s cock sliding in deeper, if that was possible. Jake felt like all the air in is lungs had been replaced by Tom’s cock. He felt light-headed. He just clenched hold of the bed sheets and moaned in what he hoped was encouragement.
Tom’s thick cock fucked in and out of him; Jake’s puffy, used hole giving way to each sharp thrust. His own cock was hard again and smacking against his belly. He whined into the pillows when he felt Pete’s hand wrap around him.
The smaller man was pumping his fist up and down slowly, in counterpoint to the thrusts of his husband. It was making Jake going insane—he didn’t know whether to fuck forward into Pete’s fist or back onto Tom’s cock.
He just moaned instead and let them use him.
Eventually Tom’s thrusts became stuttered as his release snuck up on him. Jake felt like he was floating; just constantly feeling pleasure from their joint touch. He was balancing on the edge and just needed an extra push. Pete ran his nail over the slit of his cock, and that was it.
Jake came—screaming out something intelligible. Tom followed him over the edge; adding his load of come to the load Pete had already filled him with. Globs of it dripped out of him as Tom pulled out and Jake fell face forward onto the mattress.
He heard Pete murmuring softly to him and the tap running in the bedroom, then he flinched as a wet wash cloth was wiping in between his legs. Oh, Tom was cleaning him. That was nice.
He was rolled over and his belly was cleaned, and then sheets were being pulled over him and he was being cuddled from both sides. Pete pulled him into a kiss and then Tom did the other side of him.
“I’m not sure I can walk. That was incredible.” He chuckled, when his brain finally came back online. “Happy anniversary guys.”
They both laughed. “Thanks Sweetheart. Shame we can’t get you a gift, seeing as you gave us such a good one.”
Jake blushed and shrugged. “The memories will suffice.”
Pete scrunched up his face in thought and then grinned. He reached over the side of the bed and rummaged in his bag, pulling out a polaroid camera. He held it up in front of them—where they lay cuddled up and looking completely debauched—and took two photos, one after the other.
“Here.” He handed one to Jake—all three of them smiling softly in it, like they’d had a great time.
“Thank you.” He kissed them both again and placed it on the side so it didn’t get crushed. He slept in between them—as walking really wasn’t an option just then—and then in the morning he got dressed and left with his photo and a smile on his face. They waved him off with a kiss (and an ass pinch from Pete), and Jake had known it was going to be a night he never forgot.
//
“Come on, Bagman.” Phoenix huffed, hating to be denied anything. “Tell us who it was with. It’s not like we’re going to know them.”
“Yeah!” The others joined in.
Jake took a pull of his beer to hope to bide some time, when he heard the door open and then heard the sound of Ice and Mav. When he’d seen them again at The Hard Deck before the mission, he’d just smiled and laughed at his good fortune; happy to know they were still together and he hadn’t made up the best night he’d ever had.
When he found out Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell was going to teach them, well…he’d finally understood what Ice had meant about him fucking like he flies, having experienced both by that point.
And now after the mission; none of them had brought it up, even though he knows they both know it’s him. He hasn’t changed much and they keep smirking at him when no one else is looking. And now their timing was horrendous.
“Tell us, Jake.” Rooster said, knocking Jake’s foot with his own.
Oh god.
“Tell them what?” Mav asked, as he entered the room; flumping down on the sofa, giving no fucks that there was a bunch of pilots sprawled out on his living room floor between tipsy and drunk.
OH GOD.
“We’re trying to find out who Bagman had a threesome with.” Fanboy said, like it was no big deal.
“That so.” Ice murmured, his mouth quirking in amusement as he nudged Mav to the side with his hip before sitting down next to his husband and pulling Mav’s legs onto his lap. “Anyone we know?”
Jake levelled him with a flat look, and pinched his nose when Mav snickered from the sofa. They were both still so handsome, and even more little shits than they had been when they’d seduced him into their bed all those years ago.
“What is going on here?” Rooster asked, confusion marring his deep voice. “Why do Mav and Ice look like they know something we don’t.”
Mav and Ice looked at each other and then looked at Jake questioningly, as if asking if it was okay—for the others to know. Jake had only been keeping the details to himself out of respect for the pair of them, so if they didn’t care, he didn’t care. He made sure he was out of Rooster’s punching range and then nodded minutely at the two older men.
“Because we do.” Mav said, amusement clouding his voice.
“Wait…no!” Fanboy yelled suddenly, like he’d worked it out. “You gotta be fucking kidding me?!”
“What?!” The other’s asked; too muddled by alcohol to add everything up.
“The Captain and the Admiral…”
“What about my dads?” Rooster asked, and oh god, that choice of phrasing. Jake tried to surreptitiously hide his blushing face in his hands.
Fanboy cleared his throat and then said, “It was them.”
“What was them?”
Jake really admired Rooster’s brain’s ability to purposefully ignore the obvious for fear of mental scarring.
Ice wasn’t letting him get out of it though. “Me and Mav both fucked Jake, Bradley. That’s what Fanboy is getting at and why Jake didn’t want to say anything.”
Deathly silence followed Ice’s cool announcement. He really lived up to his call sign; just sat there completely unbothered as he held his husband’s socked feet in his hands. Maverick was laughing to himself silently; tears streaming down his cheeks at the look of comprehension on their son’s face.
Then everyone started talking at once. It was chaos.
Jake shouldn’t have expected anything less.
The sight of Rooster sat on the floor with his head in his hands muttering oh god to himself over and over was pretty funny though.
And it’s not like the sex hadn’t been worth the chaos and what he knows is going to be weeks’ worth of teasing and awkwardness to come.
Because it most definitely had. Even if it had been ten years ago.
Though the way Ice and Mav were eyeing him up, maybe he’ll get to have a repeat for their twentieth wedding anniversary if he plays his card right.