yansadracan

Title: Not Just For Eight Ball
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: JDM/Christian Kane
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt – Pool table

“Jeff, you gonna take your shot, man?” Chris grumbles as once again he has to get Morgan’s attention from staring at the three men playing video games on the other side of the room.

“What?—yeah.” Jeff studies the table then leans over to line up his shot.

He feels the warmth along his side then a warm breath tickles his ear.

“S’matter, man, didn’t git to see your boy over Christmas hiatus.” Kane’s voice is low and nasty as he leans just enough weight against Jeff to hold him in place.

Jeff’s pool cue clatters to the table. He looks out of the corner of his eye to see if the men across the room notice the commotion. Kane pins Jeff’s hands to the table. The blood pools in his groin causing both pleasure and pain where his cock is trapped against the rail of the table.

“With me and Steve stuck finishin’ up with them dicks in Nashville, we didn’t git to see near enough of the fine freckled ass of Jenny’s.” Kane’s growling is almost sub-vocal.

Jeff bites his lip to keep from moaning as he pushes back trying to free himself from Kane’s iron grip, but the smaller man is immoveable.

He looks over at the couch in time to see Steve catch Chris’ eye and nod.

“Ya know, Morgan with the weather bein’ much too nasty for us southern boys to be venturin’ out, I—we,” he looks over again at Steve, “can think of a lot better things to be doin’ with this pool table,” Kane forces Jeff into a more spread out position against the rail to emphasize his point, “than playin’ 8 ball.” He nips the back of Morgan’s neck to show his dominance of the bigger man.

Suddenly Jeff’s free and the heat is gone. By the time he gathers his scattered wits and can stand without embarrassing himself, Chris has insinuated himself behind Steve who has pulled Jensen against his chest, leisurely nipping and kissing the back of his neck and ears.

Jared stares wide-eyed at the three men as Chris runs his hands under layers of shirts to get to bare skin and nipples while Jensen writhes under their ministrations.

Never one to pass up a good party, Jeff has to keep Jared from falling off the couch when he grabs him from behind and whispers in his ear.

“Does watching them with their boy make you hard for it, Junior?”

Unable to form the words, Jared nods as Chris and Steve pull Jensen off the couch toward the pool table.

Not able to see over the couch, Jared climbs to his knees and leans his arms over the back. He startles again as Jeff plasters against him from behind and runs one hand up under his shirt and shoves the other down the front of his pants.

Jared lays his head back against Jeff’s shoulder baring his throat as the sensations overtake him. With a sharp nip at the long column of tanned skin, Jeff stops what he’s doing.

“Open your eyes and watch them, Jay. Watch how beautifully Jen comes apart for them.” Jeff whispers as he shoves the younger man’s head off his shoulder.

Confused that the hands and sensations have stopped. Jared looks at Jeff.

“Watch them. Don’t close your eyes. If you close your eyes I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

Hazel eyes go wide then turn back to the three men now naked on his pool table. With a low moan he leans forward again.

“Please.” He begs Jeff.

“Remember the rule.” Morgan nips his ear lobe to reinforce his order.

Later when there is only whispers and sweat and comfort and love, Jared looks at the back of the couch, and thinks of felt on the practically new pool table.

“That’s never gonna come off is it?” He whines.

Jeff tries not to laugh. Five men in the same room having mind melting sex, and his boy is worried about the upholstery. He breaks into a full body laugh and gives Jared a smacking kiss on the lips.

“I am truly blessed.” He whispers against Jared’s hair as he pulls him in tight.