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Tai likes living with Sharp and Jude, he thinks it’s awesome. Hell, getting both to live with him for almost two months might be his biggest achievement yet.
He raises no eyebrows at Sharp, forcing him to eat his horrid meals against his will, nor does he raise one at Jude grabbing him by the wrist every time he's being all pissy about not wanting to leave the house, it's all perfectly normal. The only thing he finds annoying is having both of them fussing over him and his eating habits, or lack thereof but he can get behind that if they don’t push too much.
They’re nice to him in the same way one would be nice to a stray puppy... Which is probably not a good comparison.
Tai can’t drink, not legally at least, and that's annoying—not being able to enter bars and having to rely on Sharp and Jude to get drunk is annoying. They’re nice to him, probably not a good influence, but they’re nice, Sharpness especially who tends to go out of his way to grab Tai a drink or two
That’s normal, right?
Even then, they both care for him greatly even if that comes accompanied by intense amounts of teasing and borderline bullying. They never let him get drunk more than twice a week, which is, again, fair, he always ends up throwing up, passing out and waking up in pain anyways, it really is just Jude and Sharp looking out for him. Despite his low alcohol tolerance—blame that on his low blood sugar and eating habits, Tai somehow always finds a way to convince both of them to let him drink until he passes out.
Call it luck or call it his housemates being bad influences on him, point is he stays winning.
This is one of his lucky nights. He has to beg both of them a little, as humiliating as it may be, but they—Sharpness, mostly, ends up agreeing to let him drink, though it’s a little dumb, this is his house too, he shouldn’t be asking for permission, he should be allowed to drink whenever he wished, he was a grown man.
"Don’t drink that too fast," says Jude, snapping him out of his thoughts before he gets too hung up on the fact that he makes a fool of himself every other weekend just to get drunk and end up in pain.
Tai mutters a quick thanks before ignoring what Jude just told him and downing the glass anyways. He starts coughing right after which just makes Jude chuckle and say “I told you so”, or something like that. He’s clearly busier choking on alcohol to try and bite back—plus, Sharp’s quick to check on Tai, so he would rather focus on that. Thanks for nothing, Jude.
He ends up drinking more than he can handle, as it usually happens with him, if anything he feels way worse than other times. Sharp tells him its normal, rubs his back in small circular motions as if soothing a child and basically carries him to the couch, Sharpness is too sweet, maybe is the alcohol acting up but Tai can feel his face heating up slightly.
It must be the alcohol acting up.
There is really no other option, especially when he passes out no long after with Sharp’s hand still pressed to his back and both him and Jude sitting so close that Tai can feel the warmth coming off their bodies, Sharpness is way colder than him, but it’s still nice. Tai feels a little guilty for having them do this basically every time they drink together, but he has yet to hear them complain and they seem to be so comfortable soothing him…
Tai wakes up gagging, it’s horrible, he feels like he might throw up any second now. He is half aware of the fact that he’s awake now, he only knows there’s something pushing down his throat and his throat is closing up and he’s crying and—“Sharp, Sharp!” he tries begging to no one in particular, he doesn’t know who he’s with, his eyes refuse to focus on the figure towering in front of him but he hopes Sharpness is somewhere, somewhere he can hear his muffled cries and—
“Sharpness,” there’s another voice, one that isn’t his own and he can’t recognize, “you told me he wouldn’t wake up.” God, his brain can barely connect the fact that either the person pushing their fingers, he can recognize that now, down his throat or another person who is watching this go down is Sharp.
Is that Jude’s voice?
“No? I said he had never woken up before,”
He can recognize other words being exchanged between them, he can feel the fingers leave his throat, but he can’t focus on that—not now, not when he is still drunk and his eyes are still refusing to focus on whoever is in front of him. Tai is quick to try and struggle once he comes back to his senses only for both of his wrists to be pinned behind his back.
“Tai,” right, yes, they’ve been talking for a while.
“Tai?” someone asks again, Jude, his voice is clearer now, “You awake?”. The hands gripping his wrists tighten if just slightly, there’s another hand on his back now attempting to soothe him again.
Even when confused and half asleep he can feel his dick harden in his pants, it makes him feel sick, especially when he can’t tell what is happening at the moment. Sharpness is wiping his tears away before he can think more about it, Tai finds himself leaning in on the touch despite everything.
Sharp waits for him to stop crying, treats him like a fragile thing and acts like he wasn’t violating his mouth mere seconds ago. Tai barely calms down before one of the hands keeping him still moves up to his jaw. The grip is strong, not painful, Jude still cares for him if even just a little. “Can you be a good kid?” Jude asks him basically out of nowhere. Tai hates this, hates how those words alone got a whine out of him, hates how both Sharp and Jude seem so calm about doing this to him, he nods. “Yeah? You can?” he asks again, apparently waiting for Tai to humiliate himself further and what Jude gets is just that, a small, shaky nod from the kid.
Sharpness is quick to speak again, “Tai, use your words,” he demands.
Tai gulps, tries to think properly of the situation he’s stuck in. He’s drunk, sitting on top of Sharp’s lap with tears in his eyes, with a throat half fucked and a half hard cock—Sharpness is gripping his hips to keep him from wriggling to much while Jude grabs his jaw in one hand and pins his wrists with the other.
“Y-Yeah…”
Sharp smiles at him, moves one hand to pet his head as if he was dealing with a dog, Jude is nice too, kissing his cheek and finally releasing his hands. “Try to calm down, you’re just drunk,” Sharpness says, and he sounds so natural it makes almost every alarm in Tai’s brain to calm down, “We are helping you; I always help you when you get drunk, don’t I?”
Tai gives him a small nod, because yes, Sharpness is the one who usually deals with him when he drinks more than he can handle—he just was not aware this was part of deal.
Did Sharp do this every time he got drunk in the past? How was Jude okay with this?
“Do you want another drink?”
“Don’t offer him that.”
“What? Let him answer— Do you, Tai?” And Tai finds himself nodding again before Jude can argue. He’s confused, he’s helpless and shaking but these are Sharp and Jude who are talking to him, it’s probably not the smartest thing to do but they care for him, Tai knows that, he wants to cling to the only normal aspect of this whole situation even if that means being at the mercy of the same men who were all over him with no remorse.
There’s a glass pressed against his lips not too long after, already served because they care for him. Tai smiles a little before closing his eyes and sipping the drink slowly, he feels a little dizzy but with Jude’s chest pressing against his back and one of Sharpness’ hands caressing his thighs there is no way he wouldn’t feel dizzy, if anything the alcohol just intensifies the feeling. He trusts them despite whatever it was they were planning to do in his sleep, these are his friends, they wouldn’t hurt him on purpose.
Tai is moaning by the time he wakes up again.
He’s not fully awake, just like before, but he feels himself clenching around someone—doesn’t care who, can’t, he is too overwhelmed as he comes to his senses, Tai’s face is buried by his bed sheets, he’s able to recognize the feel of his own bed. Knowing he is still in his house brings him the slightest bit of comfort as he cries out in something more akin to pain than pleasure.
The thrusting stops as his twisting and squirming becomes more violent, “You’re okay,” Jude coos, quietly, some part of Tai’s brain makes him whine at the comfort, sound so pathetic even in the situation he finds himself in. “You’re alright,” Jude continues, “do you know who’s here with you?”
Tai doesn’t reply with any words. The quiet moan that slides from his mouth is genuine, drool pooling against his face; evidence of whatever they’ve been doing to him. He feels full, so spent and yet there’s not any stimulation going on, no one’s touching him, no one’s pushing into him, so many sensations at once for him to react properly.
His vision slowly comes back into focus as he regains his senses—Jude is in front of him, that’s fine, he’s fine, fuck, Tai would try to reach out to him if his body made the effort to listen to him.
“Are you fine?” That’s Sharpness, right? The one filling him is Sharp, which probably means everything is alright.
“Oh, now you want to ask!”
“What else am I supposed to do?” Sharp asks, irritated. The only good thing from this is his hips moving the tiniest bit forward as he speaks, making Tai mewl at the smallest form of movement, Sharpness stops for a second or two, maybe more, Tai cannot tell, before setting a slow rhythm despite whatever Jude was telling him—he can barely make out the words, something about being nice, Tai smiles at that as he buries his face deeper into the sheets.
Tai’s head spins. He’s crying again, he squeezes his eyes shut as he lets Sharp do whatever he wished with him, he’s safe, he’s fine. Moans slip out of him as Sharpness hits sweet spot time and time again, not roughly, never roughly, Sharp is still treating him like something fragile, he’s still treating Tai like something he cares for.
They’re doing this to him because they love him, right? With how Jude keeps asking if he’s alright and with how Sharp’s so sweet when thrusting into him…
“He’s small,” Jude mentions with a chuckle—if Tai wasn’t currently drowning in bliss, he’d probably try and bite back, “I think it’s cute,” he continues, “and having you tower over him makes it better.”
It makes Tai finally realize that Jude is taking no part in this other than as a spectator, he doesn’t like that, he wants Jude with him too, Tai wants to be held, or kissed, or fucked, God, anything. He tries to hold his hand out with whatever energy is left inside him, moves his head to look at Jude too. Jude smiles at him before running his fingers through Tai’s hair, sure, he pulls on it but it doesn’t seem to be out of malice or anything close to that and God, Tai doesn’t care about that, not when one of Sharpness’ hands quit gripping his hips tightly to start jerking him off.
It feels good, feels like heaven, “Like that?” Sharp asks in-between pants, though the only response he gets is Tai moaning somehow louder as he strokes him and it feels so good, just now does Tai realize that this had most likely been going on for a while, that he probably hadn’t come during all of it either.
Doesn’t take long for Tai to feel his climax washing over him, once again there’s multiple things he feels at this moment to focus on only one of them. Sadly for him, Sharp lets go of his dick in favor of his own desire, snapping his hips against Tai and losing the careful pace he had going before—it makes him feel unsafe, but when Sharpness turns rough, the hand on his hair is ever the gentle, he’s fine, he needs to remember that. Sharpness comes, forgetting almost completely about the kid under him if not for Jude cursing him out.
Tai feels lightheaded, his orgasm so close yet ruined by someone else’s, hell, he wasn’t angry about it, couldn’t be with how good it felt being filled by Sharpness. He was good for him, that’s all that mattered even if his dick twitches in something akin to desperation.
“Sharp— Jude—” he begs. Tai’s not too sure what he’s asking for but when he’s near the brink of tears Sharpness’ hand is on him once more. The next couple minutes are too much, too little, he doesn’t know, at some point he stops wondering whether the wetness under him are tears or drool, or both. Tai tries moving his head again, looking at Sharpness in the eye and fuck, he looks as undone as Tai feels.
When he finally spills it’s followed by a kiss at the back of his neck. Not from Jude, he notes that—makes him a little sad, but he’s here with him so there is no real reason to be. Those thoughts are wiped almost instantly as Sharpness slips out, rolling Tai with care to have his back laying against the sheets and kissing him once again.
Tai decides to close his eyes, tries resting even if he hears Jude mention something about a round three, maybe a joke, maybe not, he can’t be bothered to care as he fades into unconsciousness once more-
He’s with Sharp and Jude, he’s fine.