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Jason found himself entirely immersed in a wonderful state of bliss. He'd had one fuck of a day that had left him exhausted and in a foul mood- which he'd fully intended to curb with a couple of ice cold beers and an early night. However, when his pair huddled into him, touching him so lovingly and charged with hot, sexual energy, well, he just couldn't say 'No'.
He adored the fact that even though Elsie and Tim had arrived home before him, both clearly horny and seeking satisfaction, they'd waited for Jason to return so he could join them. There was no 'rule' in place that said they all had to be present when they wanted to be intimate but it always felt the best. To have all their hands running over each others bodies; to share their kisses; to bring the two people he loved more than anything to orgasm. The physical acts alone could not be beaten.
Perfect, beautiful and loving domestic bliss. The most bliss Jason, Tim or even Elsie has ever experienced in their lives. A year of living in their own home, learning about one another's quirks and habits, falling into a proper routine- oh!- Jason had never known what joy he would feel just waking with them in the morning or watching his pair dress for their day jobs or the rush he'd feel when he and Red Robin would return to their woman who kept the bed warm for them both.
Such small details that made Jason's heart sing.
So when his pair began caressing him in all the ways they knew he loved, his mood lifted and his exhaustion was replaced by a blossoming need to satisfy. He turned to Elsie and slipped his tongue into her gorgeous mouth and moaned while Tim kissed a line from behind Jason's ear and down his neck. Elsie and Tim locked their hands behind Jason's head and laced their fingers into his dark wavy hair. Fuck, they knew how to turn him on. Jason spread his legs a little wider, taking up the entire corner of their emerald sofa, and pulled his two into his lap with an arm wrapped around each of their slender waists. He held them tight, the tips of his fingers pressing between their ribs and they melted into the broad expanse of his chest.
Elsie broke her lock with Jason and pulled Tim in by the collar of his open shirt. Jason watched with lust clouded eyes as Tim and Elsie's tongues met and her fingers crept underneath the deep plumb cotton on Tim's chest. She helped Tim remove the shirt prior to ghosting her long, delicate fingers down his torso. Jason felt the shiver move through Tim's whole body and he purred into Tim's ear as the kiss his pair shared intensified. Jason let his hand travel down Tim's side tauntingly slowly which caused Tim to tighten the grip he had on the older man's hair. He'd never explicitly said it out loud, but Jason fucking delighted in having his hair tugged. His pair both knew it.
The purr into Tim's ear changed to a hungry growl. Jason could hear how desperate his two were becoming in their sweet hums and moans. They'd shifted into his lap entirely, legs tangled and hands groping. Elsie's fingers met Jason's on Tim's thigh where they traced up and down the soft fabric of Tim's trousers.
Jason's breath hitched as Tim's hand reached between his legs and cupped his erection through his old jeans.
“Mmmm... Fuck did I miss you guys!” Jason groaned as he peppered Elsie's long neck with his eager lips.
Neither replied but Tim tugged on Jason's hair roughly and brought him into his kiss with Elsie.
Bliss. Sheer, pure, unfiltered bliss.
Their three tongues swept over each other with elegant precision, stroking and prodding. Moans jumped from one mouth to the other, the heat between them building with every passionate moment. Jason felt his belt loosen but was unsure which set of muddled hands did the unbuckling. And with a deep, aroused growl, those same hands were pulling his cock out and stroking his engorged length.
His pair broke the kiss and together shifted out of Jason's lap to the floor. He was graced with two pairs of gorgeous eyes grazing up at him with so much love and desire. His cock twitched in their hands with anticipation as his two licked their lips. One after the other, they kissed the head of his cock prior to licking down each side.
Oh, if heaven existed, Jason was there! The two tongues lapped over him, swirling and interlocking. He gently petted both their heads, giving gentle tugs of encouragement. Their movements were so fluid and precise. Jason leaned back, pressing himself into the multitude of cushions behind him and relaxed. His pair were each individually skilled at oral but having both of them working together- God! They took their time; drawing out every sweet lap, every loving kiss and exquisite suck. Never rushed, never fumbling over one another, in perfect harmony, all in the name of getting Jason off.
He'd never loved anything or anyone so much.
Jason stilled Elsie's movements and pulled her beautiful face away from his dick. Tim continued on his own, taking Jason's full, thick length down his throat, causing Jason to moan deeply as he looked at their woman. Her golden eyes were exuding so much lust and want and need. Jason rubbed his thumb over her high, freckled cheek before guiding her towards him. She climbed onto her knees beside him on the couch and tipped his head back as she kissed him deeply. Jason could taste himself on her lips. The excitement pulsed through his whole body making his cock twitch against Tim's talented tongue.
“I want your cock inside me, Jay.” Elsie cooed against his lips.
“Wha'dya think, Timmy? Should we give her what she wants?” Jason voice was low and gravelly as he spoke against her, his green tinted eyes darting from Tim to Elsie.
Tim hummed around Jason's dick as if he was carefully weighing the various options in his head. The younger man lifted off with a long, agonising lick and a smile so filthy it made Jason's balls tighten.
“Most definitely!” Tim purred.
The two men helped Elsie out of her tiny shorts and tank top prior to setting her on Jason's lap. She latched one arm around Jason's strong neck leaned back to position his cock with the other. Then, with a moan so loud and gorgeous, she lowered herself slowly, consuming him in one fluid motion.
Christ! She was hot and wet, so ready to take him. Jason's hips automatically raised to meet her. He placed his hands on the soft curve of her hips, guiding that first delicious roll. Her other arm circled his neck and she brought her lips to his.
Tim knelt at her back, running his hands over her bare caramel skin. He shifted her long dark hair, now sitting at waist length and kissed along her shoulder blades and up to her ear. He whispered something to her that Jason did not hear in his state of bliss but whatever it was made her whole body convulse. Jason gasped as her pussy clenched around him. He began to quicken his pace, spearing the beauty on his lap repeatedly.
Jason reached and grasped Tim's head, pulling him to his side. He kissed the younger man deeply as Elsie threw her head back, matching each of Jason's powerful thrusts with elegant rolls of her hips.
It was hot and fast and fuck was it perfect.
As Jason ran his hand down Tim's bare back to grope his tight, round ass through his trousers, Elsie stopped moving. Tim also seemed to freeze.
Then it happened. That first cough.
It was small but shook her whole body. Jason's eyes snapped to Elsie's face as a look of panic swept over her. He took his hand away from Tim, who was now retreating to the far side of the sofa and curling his knees to chest.
She coughed again, more violent and spluttering. Elsie brought her hands to her mouth as she did. Another cough erupted and Jason felt fear wash over him completely.
“I'm sorry.” She whispered. She looked at her cupped hands and trembled. Tears formed in the corners of those amazing eyes before she coughed a forth time.
Only she yelped with pain. She wrapped her arms around her high rib cage and held on tight. It was then Jason saw the blood staining her perfect bottom lip. He surged forward and cupped her face in his large hands. Her whole body began to shake. She and Jason both looked down at her hands covering her ribs. Blood was flowing freely from her deep surgical scar that he was certain had long since healed.
It had to have healed. It had been more than a year since that case had closed. More than a year since he and Tim had gotten her home to her apartment and embarked on their future together as three. Why?! Why now?! Why?!
Another horrid cough came and blood spattered over Jason's face. It foamed in the corners of her mouth and trickled onto her chin. Her head then fell forward and landed harshly on his shoulder.
Jason jumped to action. He flung his woman onto the floor.
“Tim! Tim! You've got to help! TIM!” He yelled.
But Tim's head never rose. He stayed bundled up into himself, his head on his knees and he was wailing with sorrow. Not crying, wailing.
“It's too late, Jason. It's too late.” Tim wept, shaking his head.
Jason scanned over Elsie. Her beautiful body was painted red from the open scar under her ribs and the many punctures dotted across her torso.
Seventeen. There were seventeen punctures and they were all bleeding.
Jason scrambled unsure what to do. Tim continued to howl, stating that it was too late. Too late.
Jason slid his hand beneath Elsie's head. She convulsed violently, wheezing and chocking on her own blood. It was ugly and terrifying. Jason's heart was slamming against his rib cage, the tears were steaming down his face and he still had no fucking clue what to do.
So he did the first thing that came to his confused and torn mind; he held her jumping body in his arms and squeezed as tightly as he could.
“Please... Please Elsie... don't leave us. Not now.” He cried as he leaned his forehead against hers.
Her eyes were closed and her breaths barely there. The horrid gargling sound filled their air and matched the pitch of Tim's repeating words.
Too late. Too late. Too late.
“I love you. We love you. Please don't die.” Jason whimpered.
Her body stopped shaking. The blood stopped pumping and one very final gut wrenching breath bubbled off her lips.
Too late.
Then Jason was alone. In the dark and the cold, kneeling on a bare floor in front of a bare couch. And he screamed. He screamed so loudly it hurt. It tore his throat apart. It filled the empty space.
It woke him up.
Jason jumped and sat bolt up right in bed, still screaming. His chest heaved and sweat rolled from his scrunched brow down his face. His heart was like a jack hammer trying it's damn hardest to escape and the tears wouldn't stop coming.
Two hands gripped at his tense shoulders.
Jason whipped his head to his right and saw him. His Tim, looking utterly petrified.
“Breathe, Jay. Just breathe, nice and easy.” Tim soothed, rubbing Jason's back gently so as to bring him down to earth.
Jason did as he was instructed. One breath in. One breath out. Deep and slow. Still, he wept.
“You had it again, didn't you?” Tim asked as he lowered a shaking Jason into his arms and against his chest. Tim's fingers softly raked through Jason's sweat drenched messy hair.
It took all of Jason's strength just to nod. He felt so heavy, so broken.
In the past, he knew exactly who to call whenever he felt that way. She would answer his call and come when she could. Even when she was mid surgery, her phone was always answered and he could hold on to the knowledge that she would eventually be there to help. Then, he had his pair and he knew they would both find a way to calm the waters and pull the horrors of his mind away.
But for a solid year, he had no one. No one to pull him back from drowning in the terror and guilt that clutched his heart. He believed it was what he deserved; for letting Elsie die; for leaving Tim behind. It was his punishment for his failings.
Even now, when he and Tim and found their way back to one another in a state of grief fuelled passion, it continued. When sleep came the dream began but eventually the nightmare claimed him. There was no stopping it.
Jason turned to his side and buried his face into Tim's svelte yet toned chest and wept. It was loud and ugly and moved his whole muscular body.
“It's not your fault.” Tim placed a tender kiss to Jason's temple, still runnung his fingers through Jason's damp hair.
“Isn't it?”
It didn't matter what Tim's reply was- he would never believe him.