Heat

Author's Notes: Threesome M/M/F, Anal, Het in this chapter. Umm... and some angst. I apparently have a lot of little horny demons in my hindbrain to excise, and they're not coming quietly. No, not like that!

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Will woke up sometime later than night, and found himself staring at the wall. Somehow they had all moved so that Layla was cradled in his arms… and he was cradled in Warren’s. Deep breathing from in front of him told him that Layla was fast asleep, and he thought Warren was too. He stared into the darkness, his mind working hard, far too tense to go to sleep again, even with Warren’s incredible body heat radiating into him.

It had gone too far, too fast. In two days somehow Warren and him had gone from purely platonic best friends to lovers, and Will was absolutely terrified at the change. He had never really had any romantic feelings for a man before in his life, but in a single night, Warren had changed that. He didn’t know how or why, and it was seriously disturbing him.

He had meant it when he told Warren he loved him. He would have meant it last week if he had said it too, but it wouldn’t have been with all the romantic and sexual overtones. Layla, he thought. Layla knew. Layla had convinced him to go over to Warren’s again. She had encouraged him to speak about his feelings. She was the one that had pushed him to show Warren how he felt physically. Heck, she was the one that had given him all the advice on how to go down on a guy.

Had he somehow wanted to be with Warren subconsciously, and Layla had picked up on that? Warren might be the team counselor, but Layla still had women’s intuition, not to mention she had known him since he was three. There was also the fact that Layla had been interested in watching the two of them. That was a facet of her he had never seen before either.

Will closed his eyes again; sleep refusing to come as his mind kept working in overdrive. Yes, I do love Warren. And I’m sure I like sex with Warren. I just don’t know why this is happening now. That’s the weird thing. Why now? And why him? Will carefully played over his relationship with nearly every other male friend or acquaintance in his life. Had he ever fantasized about any of them? Held a hug for too long? Let a playful wrestling match go just a hair too far? Anything?

Even in his rigorous self-inspection, Will couldn’t find anything to warn him about his sudden sexual interest in his best friend. That, perhaps, was the most disturbing thing of all.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice for a minute that a hot, calloused hand was slowly tracing up and down his arm. It felt nice, very, very nice, but it took Will a second to process that it was Warren who was doing it. He was seized by two mutually antagonistic desires. Part of him wanted to melt into Warren’s embrace. And another part of him wanted to whip around and demand to know what he was doing. Neither were really something he could handle right now, and so he simply remained frozen.

Warren stirred behind him, leaning over him a bit and beginning to drop soft, hot kisses on his temple, his ear, down his jaw, along his neck… Will couldn’t help it, he moaned a bit as Warren trailed over his shoulder and down his arm, and he could feel Warren smile against his skin.

“Got you,” he murmured throatily. Damn, he sounds sexy, Will thought inanely, and then froze again. He was thinking a guy sounded sexy.

“What’s up? You’re thinking so hard you’re keeping me awake. Need me to relax you?” he whispered. One hot hand trailed a little lower, resting on his hip, slowly tracing little circles on it. If Warren’s this eager normally, how the hell did he last as long as he did without sex? Will thought idly, forcing a thought past his sudden erection. Warren had barely touched him, and already he was ready. The fact that Warren’s own hardness was pressed into his ass probably had something to do with it too.

“I… don’t know about this,” he whispered faintly, forcibly reminding himself not to clutch Layla too tight. She started to stir as she felt his reaction to Warren’s own arousal, and finally turned around to blink sleepily at him in the dark.

“Don’t know about what?” she asked, reaching up to brush his hair away from his face.

“I guess everyone’s awake now,” Will muttered a little bitterly.

“Sweetie? What is it?” Layla persisted.

“I don’t know… this happened too fast,” he said finally. “I mean, it was all fine and normal, and then Warren needed my help… and then Layla you… And I… really liked it and I don’t know why.”

Warren’s hands were busy slowly stroking down his ribs and hip, starting to make Will relax voluntarily, even as Warren’s voice turned thoughtful.

“I don’t know either Will. You two startled the hell out of me when you said you wanted to come over. And then you told me you loved me… You really meant that, and I don’t know if you realize how much it means to me to have you both here with me,” he said softly. “Does it really bother you?”

“I… really don’t know. That’s what’s freaking me out,” Will said.

“You seemed to like the sex part of it pretty well,” Layla said mischievously, her own hands trailing up and down Will’s chest.

“Uh… yeah. Liked that a lot,” he said with more conviction.

“People change Will. My mom told me that, back in your freshman year. People sometimes change if they’ve had a big shock,” Warren said quietly.

“Well… that was pretty big. And a shock,” Will said, actually laughing a little. Warren and Layla hit him simultaneously at the bad joke.

“You know why I was willing to let Warren have you too?” Layla asked. “You know you’ve always satisfied me. Never left me wanting, not once.”

“Uh… thanks?” Will asked, not sure where this was going. He was blushing though, and Warren was pressing hard into him again at Layla’s intimation of his sexual prowess.

“Most of the time I conk out before you’re completely finished. I guess I should have guessed it, marrying a guy with super strength and endurance,” she continued. Will was blushing so hard now he was sure Warren could tell in the dark. The pyro’s hands were definitely getting bolder though, starting to slip down Will’s back and lower.

“And I’m totally not complaining. I know I’m one of the luckiest girls on the planet to have you. I mean, girls do talk, and I know usually once guys are done, they’re done, no matter what we women need afterward. But not with you. And I guess I’ve always been a little scared that you’d have to go somewhere else eventually,” she explained.

“But… I’ve never thought of that before. Not ever!” Will protested. Layla leaned in to kiss him passionately, and Warren politely withdrew his own touch so that they could have a semi-private moment.

“And that’s what I love about you. Your loyalty, your kindness, your compassion… But I always wanted to do better by you. And I knew, or guessed, kind of what was going on with you, Warren,” she said. “You never said anything though, and I really didn’t want to try to force you to talk.”

“Not like sophomore year?” Warren said, chuckling a little.

“Not like that. That might have been… messy,” she agreed. “I was thinking, though, that maybe we could all help each other out. I knew you needed someone physically safe. I thought you wanted more than that too, if you could get it. I knew you loved Will and I knew Will loved you, though not necessarily that way. I thought… I knew you were pretty flexible with your preferences. I was kinda thinking of setting up something like this for a while, and then you all but go off the deep end and seduce my husband! So, all that was left for me to do was to set this up. And here we are.”

Will stared at Layla’s faintly visible form in the glow of the clock. She looked concerned, uncertain, as if not sure what he was going to think of her. Will was torn. He loved Layla deeply, though he wasn’t sure what he thought about her trying to second-guess his sexual needs. Then Warren pressed his body alongside his again, and second-guessing became irrelevant. Sex with Warren had been fantastic, and Layla had offered it to him like a gift.

He would be a fool to turn down this kind of love, affection, and acceptance. And if it caused him a few sleepless nights, then he’d pay the price twice over and call it cheap.

“Stronghold, I think your wife has been quite the little schemer,” Warren rumbled in his ear.

“Yeah,” Will said faintly, his eyes closed with pleasure as Warren’s hands resumed their interrupted caresses.

“But she’s also been very patient while you’ve been getting over your shyness,” he continued. Will nodded vaguely, not even thinking very hard. Warren smacked him lightly on the ass to get his attention back to the here and now.

“Stronghold, go fuck your wife,” he commanded imperiously. Will laughed and took Layla into his arms, both of them laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe for a minute.

“And… and what are you going to be doing while I’m doing that?” Will finally managed to gasp out.

“Fucking you,” Warren said in a husky voice. Will froze in shock, startled by how insanely turned-on that idea made him.

“Think you’re strong enough to handle both of us?” Layla asked mischievously.

“I hope so,” Will said faintly, and bent his head to Layla’s sweet lips. Warren simply watched the two for a moment, gently stroking down Will’s back as husband and wife kissed passionately. Smiling a little, he pulled back a bit to watch as they roused each other’s senses, feeling oddly privileged to be witnessing the two. Will was every bit at good at Layla had claimed, and Warren’s patience was slowly coming to an end.

He leaned over to the bedside table and picked up a small bottle of lube, squirted a little on his fingers, and leaned back over Will again. With the other hand he stroked down Stronghold’s back and flanks and gently caressed his ass. Will moaned a little and pushed back into Warren’s touch, and the pyro moved his other hand in. Much further in. Will gave a rather undignified squeak as he felt the slippery substance.

“Relax Stronghold, it’ll make things easier,” Warren advised, and Layla leaned up to distract Will a little, her hands dancing over his chest. Warren gave her a half-seen crooked grin from behind Will as Stronghold reared up to enter Layla. Will sucked in a breath as Warren began to push into him as he entered his wife, and sighed as he sank into her.

Will gasped as everything came together, filling and being filled, giving and taking. He was deeply seated in Layla, his hands full of her breasts, her pale face flushed with pleasure, her red hair cascading on the black sheets, her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt fantastic around him, tight and soft and warm, her tiny movements translating into waves of exquisite sensation, as she had her legs around him and Warren both. Warren was behind him, his cock deeply filling Will, his incredibly warm body pressed into Will’s back, his arms wrapped around Will’s chest and shoulders.

Whenever Warren moved, he kept hitting that one spot inside Will that just made him want to scream, and in turn made him surge into Layla, drawing faint mewls out of her as well. The heat from Warren’s hands overwhelmed all the other heat he was putting out, and he kept flicking and pinching Will’s nipples, keeping him off-balance with the random bursts of pleasure.

Will had never felt so complete, so whole, so right. Everything was connected within him, and he imagined he somehow saw some kind of cosmic connection painted on the ceiling with bright lights. Layla would move, and both men would gasp, Will having to support both of them as Warren would collapse onto his back. Then Warren would thrust into him and both Will and Layla would cry out with the pleasure of it.

Warren had never felt anything quite like Will’s body around him. He had been so utterly frantic to get off the first time he had fucked Will that he had barely noticed anything but his own orgasm when Will had come. But now… all of Will’s muscles were super-strong, and the manic gripping strength around his cock was just a short step from painful. And Warren was loving every second of it. He couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to, and there was no way he was leaving something that felt this good.

He just kept up the shorter thrusts, angling pretty well each time, considering the faint cries he was wringing out of both Will and Layla. Will was finally relaxing a hair, enough for Warren to start building up some real momentum. His breathing started to get harder as he heard the almost simultaneous cries from both of them. It was like taking them both at once, and Warren reveled in the power he had over both of them.

He felt his own climax closing in, and dragged himself close to Will’s ear.

“You’re going to come screaming my name,” he whispered, and almost lost it at the wanton moan Will let out at that. Goddamn he’s sexy like this. Will pressed his head back into Warren, and Warren used his own height to kiss him, and possessively wrapped an arm around his chest. He was close, so close now, and the heat was building hard in his hands.

“Layla, get down,” he warned, and she dropped her hands from Will’s neck, her body still shaking at the combined thrusts of her husband and his lover. Warren felt his orgasm approaching with shattering strength, and gripped Will harder.

“Now,” he growled, and burst into flame, even as he thrust hard into Will’s body, erupting into a volcanic orgasm that left him seeing stars.

“Warren!” Will screamed, falling forward and bracing both himself and the suddenly boneless Warren above Layla. Both of them were screaming Will’s name as his body surged in or around each of them, Layla’s back arcing as Will filled her to the hilt, Warren’s flaming hands clutching at Will’s impervious shoulders as his muscles rippled around Warren’s cock, drawing out his orgasm longer than he would have thought possible.

After an impossibly long moment of perfection, all three collapsed, Will possessing just enough wit to fall to one side so as to not squish Layla between the two men’s weight. Warren didn’t know how long it took to regain his powers of coherent speech, but it might have been at least two or three weeks, considering how he felt.

“That… was fucking fantastic,” he said finally.

“Mmph,” Will grunted weakly.

“You can’t even talk, can you?” Warren asked.

“Mmph,” Will said again, vaguely shaking his head in the clock-glow.

“Whee,” Layla agreed from the other side of the bed, and both men chuckled softly. “Gotta do that again sometime. When I can move again.”

“Should… shower,” Warren commented.

“Can’t move now,” Layla complained.

“Morning?”

“Yeah.”