Heat

Author's Note: A little M/M/F, a little oral and handjob in this chapter. Some romance even! Yeah, there's more porn than plot, but I have more than enough plot in some of my other non-explicit stories, so this just satisfies my desire to see these three lovely people get it on but good! Enjoy and lemme know how I can make this better!

Thanks to Rosemary, gin, james, Cassie, and Joyful for reviewing! It means a lot to me.

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Layla rose quietly the next morning, slipping out from between Will and Warren and heading to the bathroom. She was gloriously sore from last night’s encounter, but she didn’t want either of the boys to see. They’d get all afraid and not want to do it again. Sillies.

She had never felt so protected, wanted, and loved as when both her husband and her lover had held them between them. Yes, they were both big men, and the stretching had been painful. She thought she had covered it well; Warren hadn’t even noticed. Pain had been secondary to her desire to join with both of them, and she wasn’t going to let a little something like discomfort spoil their fun.

Taking a few hissing breaths, she turned on the shower, drowning out the winces of pain with crashing water.

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The sound from the pipes finally woke both Will and Warren up. Warren stirred sleepily, and then realized Will was propping his head up with one hand, watching him. Taking advantage, he flexed very carefully, showing off each muscle in his frame, drawing a faint, protesting whimper from Will.

“Well, if you’re going to sit there and watch, I might as well give you something to see,” Warren said, and Will smiled.

“Yeah, well, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to do something about it,” Will warned.

Warren stretched again. Will leaned down and placed a soft kiss in the center of his chest, his hands gently spreading out to run over Warren’s smooth skin, his clever fingers pinching his nipples, just for a moment, enough for Warren to betray a soft moan.

Warren could feel Will beginning to swell against him, and smiled.

“You’re a sex addict,” he accused.

“Probably,” Will muttered, one hand beginning to slip slowly southward beneath the sheets.

“You know, I was the sex-deprived one,” Warren added conversationally, his own hands running through Will’s hair.

“I know, I just-,” Will trailed off and his hands stilled. Warren kept slowly caressing Will’s head, practically feeling the inner conflict. Despite the fact that Will had come to terms with the fact that he romantically loved his best friend, he still had trouble dealing with the fact that Warren was a man. It wasn’t like he was afraid, just hesitant. It had only been a bit over a month, after all, and even the most mind-blowing sex in the world wasn’t going to wipe out a lifetime of being exclusively attracted to women.

Warren didn’t want Will to feel awkward, unhappy, or anything else about being with him. It had taken an incredible amount of soul-searching on his part when he had found out he was as attracted to men as to women, and that had been in high school. Will had suddenly had his horizons broadened in a fairly strange way.

“Warren? When did you…? I mean, how did you know that you were, um-.”

“Attracted to guys?” Warren filled in, and Will sighed in relief and nodded. He shrugged casually.

“You know the first person I had sex with was Melissa Frost?”

“Freeze Girl? But I never really ever saw you guys together after Homecoming,” Will said in puzzlement.

“We really weren’t interested in dating. We would have killed each other inside a week. We both just wanted to fuck without worrying that we were going to kill someone,” he said frankly. Will winced a little at his language, but Warren ignored it.

“I wanted more, she wasn’t interested, and so I asked if anyone else was looking for some action. She had a few names. Some of them were guys. I was a little desperate, so I said yes, and she introduced me.”

“Wait, wait, wait, she pimped you out?” Will demanded, sitting upright in bed, looking offended on Warren’s behalf. Warren only smiled slightly, and slowly traced the planes of Will’s chest with a single hot finger.

The peculiarity of Will’s super-strength was that he didn’t grow bulging muscles like a body builder, but rather every single fiber of his body was enhanced to an unbelievable degree. Will didn’t look terribly strong while he was clothed, but naked as he was now, he looked like he was carved out of marble. Combined with his boyishly innocent face, he managed to look extremely good with very little effort. Maybe it wasn’t something that everyone would notice, but Warren was privileged.

“Yeah, she kind of did. Like I said, I was desperate. Probably it wasn’t the best decision I ever made, but… I did. Not everything was perfect; some of the guys didn’t really listen that well. I got what I wanted, with my body anyway. It wasn’t until last month when I really had someone who wanted more than that.”

Will actually blushed at that, and Warren smiled again.

“You didn’t answer my question though,” Will pointed out.

“Why do I like guys?”

“Yeah.”

Warren lay back and laced his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to think about the best way to put it in words. Will lay down next to him and put his head on Warren’s chest, one hand lazily circling his navel.

“The first few times I was with a guy, it wasn’t really that great, and I don’t think I would have gone through with it if I hadn’t been so damn horny I would have-. Anyway, like I said, I was desperate. But after those first couple of times, I actually started to participate, instead of just doing what they told me.

“You gotta know what women like in a guy if you’re ever going to get a girl, you know? But with guys, you kind of already know…” Warren trailed off, frowning a bit with frustration. Unlacing his fingers, he pushed himself upright, Will sitting up as Warren tried to put this into words.

“Women… I mean, women are just soft and round and gorgeous and mysterious and when you’re with them, everything just fits so well and it’s all so fucking perfect,” he said, his hands gesturing, defining the curve of a breast, caressing the line of an imaginary hip. Will swallowed a little, his mouth going a little dry.

“But then guys… I know exactly what feels good to a guy. And sometimes you can really understand a guy better. I never really know what’s going on in a girl’s head sometimes,” Warren said passionately, one of his hands running down Will’s shoulder, and then lightly pinching a nipple, causing Will to gasp.

When Warren’s hand suddenly dove beneath the sheets and encircled Will’s cock, he sucked in a huge breath, struggling for control as Warren expertly ran his hot fingers around the swollen head and caressed down the sensitive ridge on the underside.

“See? I know just what to do. And you know it too. Maybe it’s not so perfect, but it’s strong, and hard, and there’s this feeling of power…” Warren whispered huskily, growling out the word “power” in a way that made Will feel, just for a minute, that he would be Warren’s willing slave if he asked.

He suddenly remembered how to breathe, and forced his own hand into motion, closing on Warren’s own member, his own thumb finding the same spot on Warren’s cock, gripping with the frantic strength that Warren (and himself) always found so nigh-unbearably intense.

The air rushed out of Warren’s lungs in a strangled gasp as Will stroked him companionably, trying to hold onto his composure as Warren’s hand moved in response.

“I know just what to do,” Warren’s voice echoed in his head as Will deepened the pressure and sped up the pace, feeling Warren harden further and begin to heat up as he drove him higher and higher.

“Oh God,” Warren whispered, his own hand heating up almost unbearably.

“Come on,” Will said. That did it, Warren went first, pulsing out hard under Will’s grasp, and sinking back onto the bed, losing his grip on Will.

Damn but he’s good in the morning, Warren thought idly. Not to mention, at night, during the day, the afternoon, and right after dinner…

“I want you to make you feel like you make me feel,” Will whispered after several long minutes, blushing a little, as Warren gloried in the aftermath of his orgasm. It took him a second to process that, but then his eyes popped open and he looked at Will with shock.

“You want to…?” he trailed off, eyed widening when Will nodded. “You know I haven’t done that in a while.”

Will looked a little hesitant as Warren elaborated.

“I told you, the first few times weren’t so good. The guys really didn’t know what they were doing, and they didn’t want to take a lot of advice. I haven’t… been the bottom in a while. Bad memories.”

Will looked crestfallen and little ashamed.

“I sorry, I mean, I should have guessed, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he said, quickly backpedaling verbally.

Warren tossed him a crooked grin and flicked his fingers back so Will, already a little off-balance, fell backwards on the bed, going down willingly under Warren’s touch.

“I didn’t say no,” Warren said huskily, and Will’s eyes widened. “If you’ll listen to me when I tell you something, yeah, I’d give it another try. Because you want to.”

“Bu- I- It- Yeah,” Will finally got out.

“First thing, you need to relax a little,” Warren murmured, and kissed the center of Will’s chest, then slowly trailed his tongue down, past his navel, finally circling his groin. And then he closed around the tip with his hot mouth, his tongue repeating the actions his fingers had taken earlier.

“Oh, oh, oh…” Will groaned, embarrassed at the way he sounded, but not being able to stop it. He’d wanted to be the one to try to be in control, to give something back, but now he could only hold himself still. Thrusting too hard could break bones if he wasn’t careful, and his entire body strained with the effort of keeping his hips on the bed. Warren could tell that, with his hand braced on Will’s thigh, and kept trying to tease him higher and higher with each caress of that clever, hot tongue.

Muscles knotted and tensed and Will swelled hugely in Warren’s mouth, giving him a second of warning before he released, gasping, his muscles finally relaxing in Warren’s hands.

“No… fair,” Will muttered after a second.

“Trust me, even as fast as you recover, you’ll thank me for it,” Warren said matter-of-factly.

“I’ll thank you for it now,” Will said, and Warren laughed.

“Up,” Warren commanded, tugging Will to his knees. Reluctant as he was to move, Will complied, biting his lip a bit as Warren leaned over to grab the lube from the bedstand.

“You been paying attention when I do this to you?” he asked, slapping the bottle into Will’s hand.

“Kind of hard not to,” Will confessed, looking up into Warren’s eyes. “I like it. I mean, I hadn’t really even thought about it much, but… I really do like it. And that’s why… you know.”

“Yeah,” Warren said with a smile. Will swallowed hard. Warren had an amazing, movie star quality smile, bright enough to light up Paris. He turned away from Will, kneeling on all fours, and Will found himself uncertain again.

“Come on man,” Warren said, looking over his shoulder.

“Um… wouldn’t be easier if I could see your face?” Will asked.

“This is easier, for me,” Warren told him, and Will shrugged and put his hand on Warren’s naked back. He stroked down over his hot skin, caressing Warren’s ass and down the back of his thighs, psyching himself up a bit. Yeah, he did want to fuck Warren, really and truly, but it was a little weird still. Sometimes he blew hot and cold about it, practically running Warren home to be with him after a battle, but hesitating sometimes about things like this. Each time it got easier though, and he just tried to work up to it slowly.

He just kept his hands running over and over, stroking lighter and deeper in turn, until Warren began to press back. Getting a little bolder, he stroked closer and closer to the entrance to Warren’s body, finally breaking out the lube and squirting a liberal amount on one hand.

He touched Warren’s entrance and felt him jump a little, and froze.

“Sorry,” Warren muttered. “Just… go slow. Easy, circle around.”

Will gently pushed a single fingertip in Warren’s incredibly hot body, pausing when Warren hissed. He waited a little, and then twisted his finger slightly, pressing carefully just a tiny bit further in, and eased around.

Warren had his head hanging down, eyes closed, as Will slowly loosened him. He hadn’t lied when he told him he had bad memories. The first couple of guys Warren had been with had almost professionally loosened him up with their fingers as quickly and impersonally as possible in order to get straight to the fucking. It hadn’t all been bad, but it could have been a lot better, if they had given a rat’s ass about how Warren felt about it. But at that point, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and Warren had been the beggar.

But Will did. His fingers were marvelously strong and sure, and his slow pace was making it easy to relax and go with the feelings. Will paused when he was up to the second knuckle, and Warren gave him some more encouragement.

“More,” he said, pressing back a bit.

“I mean, more in, or more-?”

“More fingers Stronghold. You’re fucking huge man, figure it out,” Warren snapped. He really wasn’t irritated, far from it. He was getting pretty turned on, and he could feel himself starting to swell. He wondered if Will was getting hard too. The guy was big, bigger than Warren, and he needed to be prepared if Will really wanted to do this.

Will didn’t take Warren’s tone badly; he knew the grumpiness was almost an ingrained way of speech at this point. He eased another finger in, finding it much easier this time, and added a third without prompting, circling around with slowly increasing speed. Warren was starting to rock back a bit, and Will was getting very hard feeling the heat around his fingers and the tightness with which Warren was gripping him.

“Yeah…” Warren muttered into the bed. “That’s good, real good.”

He could hear Will’s breathing start to pick up and hissed a bit as Will added a fourth finger. The slight burning pain from stretching was starting, but luckily he was still going slowly. He adjusted a little at a time, freezing in place when Will’s fingers brushed his prostate, furious pleasure arcing through him so hard he nearly lost it.

“Fuck, stop!” he snapped, frantically keeping himself from cumming again so soon. Will drew in a sharp breath behind him and began to pull his hand away.

“If you don’t put something back, I’m going to burn you,” Warren warned.

“I thought you said stop,” Will said, sounding a little peeved. But he didn’t move his hand any more.

“You nearly made me cum, dumbass, and I’m not ready yet,” Warren said, his eyes closed.

“Oh,” Will said with more understanding, and moved his hand again. “So this is ok?”

“Fucking more than ok,” Warren said. This actually felt good, great even, and he needed to feel more than just fingers in him. “Fuck me Stronghold.”

“Really?” Will asked, sounding gleefully hopeful, like a kid learning he’d get to stay up an extra hour.

“Do it!” Warren commanded harshly, and repressed a groan when Will’s fingers slipped out of him. He felt achingly empty, hollow, until he felt the slick hugeness of Will’s cock pressing into him.

Damn he’s big, Warren thought idly, his ass starting to burn as Will pushed in.

“Slow, slow,” he warned, and Will eased up, pushing in a little hair at a time. The burning pain tingled along Warren’s body, and his breath came in short pants as he got used to it. It seemed like forever, and the pain crested like a wave, before the head of Will’s cock got inside him, and his ass closed on the relatively narrower shaft.

“Holy fuck,” Warren muttered. The pain was slowly easing, and he felt stretched and full, as if Will was feeling him from the inside out. Still though, he wanted more, and Will was still moving. He only stopped once, when Warren let out a sobbing cry, and tried to pull out in concern. Warren shoved himself back quickly.

“If you pull out I will fucking kill you,” he snarled.

“But you-,” Will protested.

“Don’t care, just keep going.”

Will hesitated and Warren growled.

“Hang on, I need to…” Will trailed off, breathing out of his nose carefully.

“Feels good?”

“Yeah… really good,” Will said slowly. Somehow he had expected to feel more like Layla, even with having been on the receiving end more than once. But it was very different, tighter, drier, hotter, stronger, and very intense.

Hauling himself back from the edge, Will slowly pushed in again. Warren whimpered very softly in the back of his throat, but Will was starting to realize that was a good sound. Warren was just so damn tight it was nearly killing him. He really needed to relax…

Will leaned forward a bit and slid one hand around Warren’s hip, encircling his hot cock and stroking hard a few times. Warren moaned a little, and suddenly relaxed, the pure pleasure from his groin overriding his body’s reluctance to Will’s invasion.

“Fuck yes…” Warren hissed, arcing his back as Will moved further and further in. Pain seized and burned, and his stomach cramped, but he ignored it until Will hit bottom, then shouted in mingled pleasure, pain, and triumph.

“Ok?” Will asked, and Warren nodded.

“Fuck me,” he commanded, and gasped when Will pulled out and gave a gentle thrust in. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Will shoved forward again, taking his hand away from Warren’s cock to take his hips in his hands, and slowly started a rapidly building rhythm. Warren could feel Will stretching him nearly to the point of breaking; it felt like he was splitting him in half with every thrust, the pain slowly transmuting into something else. Swear words in a half-dozen languages spilled from his lips in encouragement, and his eyes teared up at the intensity of the feelings.

Every bad memory he had ever had about bottoming was quickly being wiped away with every thrust. Will wanted nothing but to make him feel good, to share this with him, and that made him feel amazing. The strength of the thrusts made him unable to do nothing but hang on to the bed, and Will needed both of his own hands for leverage on his hips, so Warren couldn’t do anything else right now but hang on for the ride.

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At first, when Layla heard Warren’s cries, she just though him and Will were at it again. Then the screaming and sobbing started. Stifling panic, she ran out of the bathroom, catching herself on the door, barely suppressing a scream.

Warren was on his knees on the bed, his head buried in his forearms, his hands clutching desperately to the sheets, which were showing definite signs of scorching. He turned his head, and she could see his face crumpled and tears streaming down his face. Will was behind him, violently pumping in and out hard enough to rock the bed, his hands tight on Warren’s hips, keeping him in place, a strange leering expression on his face.

Layla might have though her husband was raping Warren, if not for several things that occurred to her simultaneously. One, if Warren wanted to fight back, the room would be full of fire right now. Two, she could actually see Warren shoving back with each of Will’s strokes. Three, Warren’s cock was jutting out, hard and long, pre-cum leaking from the head. Layla had to press her hand to her mouth to stop herself from drooling. And finally, Warren’s desperate screams began to become intelligible.

“God! Will- don’t- stop. Please- so- good- please-!” he cried through his tears, which Layla realized were of joy, rather than pain.

They looked damn amazing together, better than she had ever seen them before, and the plants in the room had responded to her desires before she even had a chance to form a conscious thought. Fleshy vines circled her breasts, squeezing them gently, even as a growing zucchini pushed itself up between her legs. Ah, zucchini, truly one of the worlds’ greatest plants. There was a reason she always had some in the bedroom. And elsewhere.

She could feel wetness that had nothing to do from her interrupted shower starting to grow and begin to trickle down her thighs. She let the impatient plant into her body, imagining herself under Will, with Warren behind him, or between them both or… She looked again at Warren’s jutting cock. Or maybe under Warren. There was a perfectly beautiful hard cock with anybody paying the slightest attention to it.

She had given Will permission to be with Warren, and Warren to be with her. But it just hadn’t come up yet that her and Warren had gone at it. Not for lack of trying or anything, mostly because Warren had been worried he would hurt her, but that hadn’t happened for a couple of weeks. Besides, Will or Warren usually needed attention first. This was the first time she’d had him available. And being between was kind of a very special spot… one that was high time Warren had.

“God, so close!” Warren panted, and Layla smiled to herself. She crawled onto the bed and touched Will on the shoulder. He didn’t even break rhythm as she nodded at Warren, and he smiled at her, nodding back. Reluctantly, she let the plants fall from her body as she slid around to their mutual boyfriend.

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Warren was shoving back hard, stabs of intense pleasure overriding any remaining pain from Will’s amazing strength. He just couldn’t get the extra tiny bit of pressure he needed, not with having to hang on to the bed so hard. He couldn’t even get a hand free to stroke himself, not like this. But when Layla’s cool hands suddenly touched his head, he snapped up so fast he would have broken Will’s nose, if that had been possible.

“Layla?” he gasped in half-disbelief.

“Hi,” she said, with a bright smile. She was gloriously naked, her hair damp from her shower, and he could smell her scent easily from his kneeling position on the bed. “Can I cut in?”

While Warren was still trying to process that, Will slowed just a bit, and tightened his grip on Warren’s hips, lifting him slightly off the bed. Layla grabbed Warren’s broad shoulders and slid herself underneath him. And suddenly confusion didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but those sweet lips, those soft breasts, those curved thighs.

It had been a hell of a long time since he had been with a woman, last night not withstanding. He kissed her hard, letting Will take his weight so he could frantically run his hands over her breasts, squeezing and mauling just short of being rough. Layla arched up into him, breathing in soft cries, even seeming a little surprised with herself.

Her hand reached up and closed around his cock, and he breathed harshly into her mouth. He couldn’t wait, he had to cum and soon, and he needed this. He let her guide him in, but then took over, plunging into her depths again and again with vigor and mounting excitement. Will was with him every stroke of the way, and he could feel Layla’s chest heaving with exertion as she raced with him toward completion.

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Layla was surprised at herself, with her own reaction to Warren’s frantic lovemaking. Will was always very gentle with her, because of his strength. He could easily hurt her if he wasn’t careful, and that carried over into everything he did outside of hero work. But Warren would have to actually try to cause her harm, and his harsher, faster tempo, not rough but vigorous, was very different from Will’s.

“Warren…” she whispered. “Oh God Warren.”

He was not as thick as Will, but longer, and so incredibly hot within her. She was embarrassingly wet, and getting more so from every stroke inside her, hot and frantic. She found herself moaning into Warren’s mouth, encouraging him with voice and hands as he teetered on the edge of release.

She had been the first one to be kind to Warren, to eventually show him he didn’t have to be a loaner all the time. There had always been a bond of friendship between them because he was Will’s best friend, though it had never gone beyond that. But this, now, was breaking every barrier they had between them, and Layla cried out at the intensity of the emotional release as much as the physical. Love, more than pleasure, was showing on her face, and Warren seemed transfixed by it.

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Deep moans with coming in time with his breathing, and Warren stared into Layla’s loving face, feeling her hand gently tracing his cheek, her acceptance and passionate response driving him higher until every muscle in his body seized… and released in pulses of endless pleasure, clenched hard between his two friends and lovers.

Gasping soundlessly, he road out the orgasm, and hugged Layla fiercely as he slowly came down from his high. Will held them both together in his arms until Warren was capable of speaking again. Will still hadn’t cum yet, and Warren turned to encourage him, when a pair of hard thrusts, enough to paint white lights across Warren’s eyes, finished him off. He shuddered through Will’s orgasm with him, slowly relaxing a bit as both men finally softened.

Will pulled out gently, and Warren hissed at the attendant pain of loss. Layla sighed as well when Warren disengaged, and he laid her back down on the bed, not done yet.

He slid down further and further down on the bed, prompting Will to throw him a quizzical look and Layla to say, “What are you-?” before Warren buried his head between Layla’s damp thighs. He never let his partners go wanting, and he damn sure wouldn’t start with these two. Will might be the acknowledged guru of this kind of pleasure, but there was something to be said of difference as well.

Layla gasped when she felt Warren’s hot tongue, and he let himself build up speed quickly. She had been closer just a few minutes before, and it wouldn’t take long to have her where she needed to be. He could feel Will move closer, could feel him watching him pleasure his wife, and for some obscure reason, it really felt good.

I’m doing this for you, and I’m doing this for her, he thought, circling her clit hard and fast, letting himself heat up. You’re my lovers, I want you to feel good, anyway that I can. You two gave me my sanity back. This is how I express gratitude. And love. Dammit Will, Layla, you’re fucking perfect together, and you invited me to your bed. I could be on my damn knees and worship you every day and it wouldn’t be enough.

It wasn’t his style to say such thing though, so he spent his efforts on feeling Layla spasm against his face, to hear her high cries calling out his name, Will’s name, now muffled as her husband smothered her with kisses, to feel her thighs crushing his head as she keened, released, gushing against his tongue and face. He let her nearly smother him as she road out her pleasure, and came up for air with a gasp.

Layla was watching him, Will at her side. He pulled Warren to him and kissed him for a minute, gentle and slow, tasting Layla on his face and in his mouth, and not caring.

“So…” Will said after releasing his boyfriend’s lips. “Are we all ready to save the world today?”

Smiles wreathed all three faces from their intimate circle of arms.

“Bet your sweet ass,” Warren said.

“And everything else,” Layla added with a laugh.