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Disclaimer: This is AU-ish in the sense that I'm ignoring a lot of canon events. Rachel who? I really just wanted to write threesome porn. Soooooo. Ignore canon with me, and enjoy! ;)
In the end, Tim blames what happens on a probably questionable amount of alcohol and the game Never Have I Ever.
It’s less than thirty days until Lucy graduates from the rookie program, and he’s been letting down his walls with her just a little bit recently. Not enough to compromise her training or to cross any lines, but just enough that he’d felt comfortable accepting her invitation to her apartment to drink and play games the Friday after a really long week. It had sounded juvenile but fun, and Angela was going to be there, too, so really, how much trouble could they all get in?
“Never have I ever been part of a threesome,” Jackson says, and Tim’s entire brain short circuits when Lucy picks up her shot glass and downs the vodka in one smooth, easy gulp.
She’s the only one who drinks, and Tim isn’t the only one staring at her.
“What,” she says, but it sounds less like a question and more like a statement. She’s giggling, her eyes sparkling, as she explains. “It was college, okay?”
“But how does that work?” Jackson asks, and he’s scooting closer to Lucy with every question that passes his lips. “Was it two guys and you? Or you and a guy and another girl? Or three girls? But if it was two guys, did they… you know…”
Lucy rolls her eyes. “I’m not drunk enough for this yet, Jackson. I’ll say it was me and a guy and a girl, but that’s it.”
Tim is still staring at Lucy, imagining her in between two naked bodies, writhing in pleasure. He reaches out to down his shot and Jackson makes a strangled noise before Tim realizes his mistake.
“I’ve never… I just needed a drink,” he says quickly, and Jackson deflates in disappointment while Angela laughs and refills his and Lucy’s shot glasses.
“Alright, since we’ve veered into this territory anyway… never have I ever been in an open relationship.”
She picks up her glass and drinks, and then bursts into laughter when she’s the only one to actually do so.
“Seriously? Never? Anyone?”
Jackson shakes his head and Lucy makes an inquiring noise as she pulls her feet under herself and scoots closer to Angela. Her arm brushes Angela’s, and her cheeks are red as she stares at the older woman in wonder.
“Like, open open, or just open with sex?”
Angela shrugs and leans against the couch, tossing her arm across the back and smiling at Lucy. “Mostly just open with sex. Like, 90% of the time I’m exclusive in my relationships. And it never means anything; it’s just sex. But I’m always open going in that sometimes I like to … experiment and sleep with other people. None of my boyfriends have ever had an issue with it, and I extended them the same courtesy.”
Tim holds up a hand and takes a breath to try and clear his alcohol soaked brain before he asks, “Ever? Because I can’t really see Wes being OK with you hooking up with a random guy at the bar.”
Angela giggles and refills her shot glass. “I’ve never actually done anything like that while I’ve been with Wes, but he would be fine. We’ve talked about it before; he knows. It’s just sex, Tim.”
Tim's brain is spinning; he can’t imagine doing something like that, honestly.
Unless… well, unless both he and his girlfriend were into it.
Fuck this game for giving him these thoughts.
Tim sighs and turns back to the coffee table. He eyes the mostly empty bottle of vodka and then his tipsy friends. Jackson is close to passing out, he can tell, and Lucy keeps leaning closer and closer to Angela until her head is on her shoulder.
“Never have I ever…” he pauses and thinks, running his finger over the lip of his shot glass before sticking it in his mouth and sucking off the bitter taste of the alcohol. His eyes glance toward where Lucy and Angela are leaning into each other on the couch, and he blames what he says next entirely on the alcohol. “Never have I ever wanted to have a threesome.”
Everyone drinks except for Jackson this time, and Tim feels his heart race as Lucy catches his eye while she takes her shot. She watches as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and then she slowly licks her lips, setting her glass down on the table before sitting back.
Her eyes never leave his.
“I think it’s about bedtime,” she says out of nowhere, and Tim feels his heart racing as she stands and stretches. He can see a sliver of soft, tan skin as her t-shirt rides up, and he reaches for his glass before realizing it’s empty. “Need help getting to your bed, Jackson? You seem pretty damn sloshed.”
Jackson waves off her concern, and Angela and Lucy laugh at him as he stands and nearly faceplants into the coffee table.
“I had… more to drink than I thought,” he admits, and Lucy giggles as she stands and loops an arm around his waist. She helps him walk to his room, and Tim turns when he feels Angela’s eyes on him.
“What?” he asks, and she shrugs, grabbing the bottle of vodka and drinking straight from it.
“I see how you look at her. 19 more days.”
Tim bristles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Angela chuckles and passes him the bottle. Tim takes a swig and sits on the couch next to her as he passes it back.
“Liar. You’re hot for Lucy, Tim. It’s OK—she’s hot as fuck. I’d do her in a heartbeat.”
Heat pools in Tim’s stomach as he imagines Lucy and Angela entwined in bed. He imagines Angela’s head between Lucy’s thighs, and Lucy’s fingers in Angela’s hair as she cries out. He imagines watching them, and then he imagines more.
“Then why don’t you?” he asks, because Angela isn’t Lucy’s training officer, and she’s already clarified that Wes wouldn’t mind.
Angela shrugs and finishes the vodka off just as Lucy tiptoes out of Jackson’s room and closes the door.
“I don’t know. It feels disrespectful to you, even if you’re in denial.”
Tim opens his mouth to respond, but before he can Lucy is walking back over to them. She glares at where Tim has stolen her spot on the couch for a moment, her hands on her hips, and then she shrugs before collapsing across both his and Angela’s laps. She buries her head in Angela’s belly and curls her legs in his lap, and Tim’s heart races as he reaches out and puts a hand under her thighs so that she doesn’t fall off.
“What’re you talking about?” she mumbles, her words muffled by Angela’s shirt.
“All the push-ups I’m gonna make you do between calls tomorrow,” Tim says, instead of what he wants to say.
“Nooooo,” Lucy moans, and Angela laughs, reaching out to run her fingers down Lucy’s arm.
“No he wasn’t. Even he’s not that mean. And besides, we’re all off tomorrow, Chen, or are you so drunk that you don’t remember?”
“Not drunk,” Lucy argues, though she clearly is, at least a little bit.
“We were talking about how Tim has the hots for you,” Angela says, and Tim chokes on his own spit as Lucy turns her head in surprise. Her eyes are wide and disbelieving, and after a few seconds of silence she starts laughing.
“Good one,” she says, laying back down, and Tim frowns.
“Angela said she’d do you, too,” he shoots back, intending to get back at his friend for airing the feelings he’s been trying to hide for so long. It takes him several long seconds to realize he’s shot himself in the foot as well, though, and he blushes and stares at the ceiling as Lucy looks between them, mouth open.
She licks her lips, and then smiles slowly.
“You could,” she murmurs, and then she’s sitting up between them, curling her body into the impossibly small space left on the couch. “You both could.”
Angels turns to catch Tim’s eye over Lucy’s head. He stares at her like a deer caught in the headlights for several long seconds.
“Wes doesn’t mind sharing me, as long as it’s just sex. And as much as I love you two, it’s purely physical. Do you mind sharing, Tim?” she asks, and Tim wants to snap and say he wouldn’t be sharing because Lucy isn’t his, but he doesn’t.
“No, I wouldn’t mind sharing just this once,” he whispers instead, and his voice is low and cracks halfway through his sentence.
Because he wants more than just once with Lucy. He wants a million times with her, a whole life, but…
19 days.
Lucy giggles and then stumbles off of the couch. She falls backward and Tim holds out a hand to steady her. She puts hers over his, and then entwines their fingers. She stares at him for a long moment, and he knows they can’t talk about it yet, but he sees something in her gaze that gives him hope.
“It’s kind of like I’m the training officer now,” she says, and Tim rolls his eyes as he stands from the couch. He pauses when he’s upright and, satisfied that he’s not too drunk, takes a step forward. “Since I’ve done this before and you guys haven’t.”
“I think we’ll catch on pretty quickly,” he says, and Lucy raises an eyebrow as she lets her gaze fall to his crotch. He’s already more than half hard, turned on by the idea of having Lucy and Angela in one bed, and he groans as Lucy presses up against him and kisses his throat.
He wonders if it’s the alcohol making her this bold, or if this is just who she is.
He finds himself wanting to know more about her.
To know everything about her, outside of work.
“Ground rules?” he chokes out, and Lucy laughs as she bites the skin right over his adam’s apple and then pulls back. Angela is watching them from the couch, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement as Lucy takes a single step back from Tim and then reaches out, putting a hand on his chest to steady herself.
She purses her lips and thinks, and Tim watches as her tongue peaks out between them.
“Obviously… it’s just this once. The threesome,” Lucy clarifies, and then she grins up at Tim. He swallows and nods. “You both can fuck me tonight, and then we don’t talk about it at work. We don’t let it impact our friendship, or our professional relationship. Can we manage that?”
Angela chuckles from her spot on the couch. “I can. But Bradford … maybe not.”
Tim shoots her a glare as Lucy chuckles.
“Tim. Will you be able to finish training me?” she asks, and Tim turns back to her, nodding decisively.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s not an issue.”
“Tim should wear a condom. If he fucks me,” Angela pipes up, and Tim groans at the idea.
He’s going to die, he’s sure of it.
He’s not going to survive having both of them together.
“I don’t care either way. You can wear one if you want to when you fuck me but you don’t have to,” Lucy says, and Tim nods.
“OK,” he gasps, and then Lucy laughs, reaching for his hand. She’s still a little wobbly on her feet as she begins tugging him in the direction of the bedroom. Tim follows easily, his eyes roaming her body and his cock thickening in his jeans as Lucy opens her bedroom door and pushes him inside. She grins and then turns back to where Angela is still sitting on the couch.
“Are you coming?”
Angela nods and then stands up, stretching and putting down the empty bottle of vodka she’d still been holding before she gets up to follow them.
Lucy closes the bedroom door behind them, and then Tim is pressing her up against it. He drops his head to her shoulder and breathes her in, and then kisses the skin right next to her ear.
He wants to tell her that he wants more, that he wants her, but he doesn’t. It’s not the time, and besides, she still has 19 days of training left.
Instead he trails his lips across her skin, kissing her chin and her cheek and then, his eyes fluttering closed, her lips. He can hear Angela behind them taking her clothes off and settling in the bed, and he wants to see, but more than that he wants to kiss Lucy like he’s imagined so many times.
“Tim,” Lucy gasps, and then she’s diving right back in, her lips moist with spit and vodka. She tastes tart and bitter from the alcohol, but underneath the bite of the vodka she tastes sweet. Tim coaxes her mouth open, kissing her deeper, and as he kisses her his hands begin wandering. He presses one to her belly, his fingers inching under her shirt to find warm, soft skin, while the other tangles in her hair.
Lucy pulls back from the kiss and then moans, throwing her head back against the door after glancing over at her bed.
“Tim, look,” she murmurs, pointing behind them. Tim pulls away from her with great reluctance and turns his head.
Angela is laying on Lucy’s bed, naked, one hand between her legs as she watches Tim and Lucy kiss against the door. Her pussy is glistening with arousal, and her eyes are half lidded with pleasure as her fingers rub her own clit.
“You got started without us,” Tim accuses, and Angela laughs as she trails her free hand up her stomach to play with her own breasts.
“You got started without me,” she shoots back, and Tim shrugs as he turns back toward Lucy.
“We did, didn’t we,” he murmurs, and Lucy laughs and nods as she reaches for Tim’s jeans.
Tim lets her unbutton and unzip them, and then he takes over, pushing them down and off before reaching for his t-shirt. Lucy watches him strip, her lips parted and her pupils blown wide. Once Tim is naked except for his boxer briefs he reaches for Lucy, tugging on her shirt. Lucy nods and then holds her hands up, and Tim strips her slowly, sweetly. His hands run over every inch of her that’s exposed, his palms cupping her breasts and his long, warm fingers brushing up and down her spine.
“What do you want to do first?” he asks, his voice a soft, rumbling murmurs. His lips caressing the skin of her shoulder once she’s naked, and Lucy hums and thinks, her eyes glued to Angela on the bed as she touches herself.
“I want … I want you to fuck Angela while she eats me out,” she says, and Tim moans. “And then I want you to fuck me, while Angela rides your face.”
“I’m not gonna last that long,” he promises, and Lucy laughs as she pulls away. She reaches for his boxer briefs and pushes them down, licking her lips as his cock springs free. He’s long and thick, and the head of his cock is swollen, red, and already leaking.
“That’s fine. We can take a break in the middle” she says, and then she kisses Tim again as she walks him back toward the bed. She reaches for his cock, wrapping her petite hand around it, and she wants him inside of her, but she’s willing to wait her turn.
She strokes Tim a few times, slowly, and then pushes until he’s sitting on the bed. She bites her lip and eyes the two beautiful people before her, and then reaches into her bedside table. She grabs a single condom and throws it at Tim.
“For Angela,” she says, and Tim nods shakily as he tears it open and rolls it down his cock.
Lucy crawls into the bed, and she wants to laugh as they find the best position. This part of sex is always so awkward and weird, but today she’s actually kind of thankful for it because it helps take the edge off just a little bit.
Once she’s laying on her pillows, her hair haloed around her head with Angela between her legs, though, any calm she’s managed to find while rearranging her limbs disappears. Tim is behind Angela, one hand on his cock while the other holds her hip.
Lucy glances back and forth between them, and she thinks she just might have the best seat in the house. She watches as Angela’s eyes widen and then flutter closed as Tim slowly pushes his thick cock inside of her, and she sees the exact moment Tim bottoms out. Angela shudders, her hips thrusting back against Tim’s as she throws her head back and bites her lips.
“Fuck, where have you been hiding that, Bradford?” she growls, and Tim laughs as his hands settle on her hips. He’s fucking her from behind, his chest lowering to her back as he kisses Angela’s shoulder and behind her ear.
“Lucy is feeling a little left out,” he says, instead of answering her question, and Lucy moans as Tim moves one hand from Angela’s hip and presses it to her thighs. He pushes her legs open wide, and then continues to kiss a path down Angela’s neck and back as she dips down and licks a path from Lucy’s pussy all the way up to her clit and then back down.
“Oh, god,” Lucy moans, and Angela chuckles as she does it again before taking Lucy’s clit into her mouth. She sucks on the sensitive bundle, and then rolls it across her tongue. She’s grunting softly, her body rocking back and forth as Tim fucks her, and the movement makes the way she’s sucking and licking at Lucy’s pussy even better.
Lucy throws her head back and tangles one hand in Angela’s hair, pulling gently on the long, curly strands. Her other seeks out Tim’s hand, the one not holding Angela’s hip, and she takes it in hers, entwining their fingers just as Angela points her tongue and shoves it inside of Lucy’s cunt.
Lucy cries out and tugs on both Tim’s hand and Angela’s hair, and after that it’s a desperate race to the finish line. Angela groans as Tim’s thick cock splits her open again and again, shoving her hips back against his with each thrust, and the way she’s moaning against Lucy’s pussy causes her to cry out, her pelvis bucking against Angela’s lips and tongue.
Tim comes first, groaning long and loud as his balls slap against Angela’s pussy. He curls his body around hers, squeezing Lucy’s hand tightly, and continues to thrust even as he pulses hot cum inside of the condom. Angela comes soon after, her whole body trembling as Tim’s fingers on her clit and his cock inside of her push her over the edge, and the vibrations of her moans on Lucy’s pussy have her falling with them, her thighs tightening around Angela’s face and her fingers pulling on her hair.
Angela collapses with her cheek resting against Lucy’s thigh. She continues to lick gently, her tongue gathering up Lucy’s arousal and swallowing it greedily as Tim pulls out of her and ties off the condom. He walks shakily to the bathroom to dispose of it and then he’s back, flopping onto the bed beside Lucy and Angela with his eyes closed.
“Don’t even think about it, mister,” Lucy says, rolling over and propping her chin on her hands. “No one is sleeping until you fuck me, too.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tim says, and then he laughs as he rolls Lucy over and kisses her.
“Oh, god, I won’t survive round two,” Angela moans, and Lucy breaks away from Tim to crawl over to Angela. She hovers over her, and then grins down at the older woman.
“Pleeeease?” she asks, and Tim chuckles at the way she draws the word out. “I really, really want to see you ride Tim’s face while I ride his cock.”
“I suppose I can try,” she says. She sighs dramatically and then sits up, stretching and then turning until she’s facing Lucy. She leans forward and presses her lips to Lucy’s, and Tim moans as he watches them kiss slowly, sensually. Angela’s lips are still glistening with Lucy’s arousal, and Tim can already feel his cock stirring as he watches their tongues peek out from between their lips as they deepen the kiss.
Lucy breaks away after several seconds and then moves back to Tim.
“I really, really, really want you to fuck me now,” she says, and Tim watches as she squirms a little bit on the bed. She’s rubbing her thighs together, and when Tim presses a hand between her legs, he groans. She’s soaking wet, dripping down her own thighs and onto the bed, and Tim wants desperately to be inside of her.
“I need a few minutes,” he admits, and Lucy chuckles as she crawls down the bed and settles between Tim’s legs. She glances up at him, her eyes mischievous as she kisses a path up his thigh and then reaches a hand up to cup his balls.
“I bet we can help with that,” she murmurs, and then she’s taking his mostly soft cock into her mouth, sucking it gently into her wet heat. Angela joins her, kissing Tim’s chest and taking one of his nipples into her mouth. She bites at the sensitive flesh, pulling on it with her teeth before soothing the ache, and then kisses up his chest before meeting Tim’s gaze.
“Lucy tastes so good,” she murmurs, and Tim nearly chokes in arousal as Lucy swirls her tongue around the head of his cock. “Wanna try?”
Tim nods frantically, and then Angela is reaching down, running her fingers over Lucy’s pussy to gather her arousal. She paints Tim’s lips with the clear fluid, and then her own, and then she’s leaning down and kissing him, their lips slipping together easily with Lucy’s slick to ease the way.
Tim moans and bucks his hips up into Lucy’s mouth as he tangles his tongue with Angela’s. Her mouth still tastes like Lucy, too, and he wants to bury his head between Lucy's thighs and eat her out until she’s screaming, but she had been very clear about what she wanted and Tim wants to give her everything she desires.
Lucy pulls off of his cock with a gasp and then wraps her hand around him, pumping it up and down slowly. He’s half hard already, and a little bit dizzy from how quickly the blood is rushing from his head to his cock.
He groans when Lucy looks up at him, her eyes half lidded and her lips red, swollen, and covered in her spit and his precome.
“I want you to come inside of me,” she says and Tim grunts as he thrusts his cock into her hands. “I want you to fuck me bare and come inside of me, Tim. Are you ready?”
Tim shakes his head; he’s close, but he’s not there yet.
Lucy lowers her mouth back to him as Angela continues to tease his nipples with her long fingernails. He hisses in pain and pleasure as she pinches them, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure as Lucy runs her tongue through the slit of his cock and Angela bites little bruises into his chest.
“Lu,” he grunts after a long moment. She pops off his cock, a line of saliva and spit still connecting the head to her lips, and then grins when she realizes that he’s there.
“Ang,” she says, and Angela grins as she crawls up Tim’s body. She positions her knees on either side of Tim’s face, her pussy right over his lips, and then holds out her hands to Lucy as she climbs, her legs already trembling a little bit, to sit on Tim’s thighs. The two women are facing each other, and as Tim grabs Lucy’s hips and helps her guide his cock inside of her, Angela reaches out and cups Lucy’s cheek, bringing their lips together for another kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” Tim groans, and then both women start moving. He feels like he’s being used, and it’s a fucking wonderful feeling. Angela is rocking back and forth on his face, moaning into the kiss she’s sharing with Lucy as Tim’s tongue slides through the swollen lips of her pussy.
“You’re so fucking big,” Lucy grunts, and Tim grins into Angela’s cunt as he give a short, gently thrust into her pussy. Lucy is tight, and hot, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to hold out until she comes.
“You’re just tight, baby,” he murmurs, and though he can’t see what he’s doing, he reaches blindly for Lucy’s breasts as she begins to bounce up and down on his cock. He runs his fingers across Lucy’s belly, and he already knows he wants to spend hours exploring her body. He wants to kiss and touch and lick every inch of her. For now, however, he cups her breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, and he groans as they fill his palms perfectly.
“Oh, Tim,” Lucy groans, and then her hands are coming up to cover his on her breasts. “Keep doing that. God, that feels good. Harder, please.”
Tim feels like he’s flying apart at the seams. Every inch of his body is on fire, his cock buried in Lucy’s pussy and his face in Angela’s cunt. He’s licking her, barely able to breathe as she rocks on his face, and he’s close. He’s so close, but he wants Lucy to come before he does.
“Gonna come,” Angela gasps, breaking away from Lucy’s lips to throw her head back. Lucy grins and then dips down, taking Angela’s nipple into her mouth, and Angela cries out, her thighs tightening around Tim’s face as she rides out her orgasm. She’s shaking, groaning, and then carefully climbing off of Tim’s face so that he can breathe. She falls back on the bed, her legs splayed wide open and her hands on her belly as she pants and lets her eyes flutter closed.
“Fuck,” she says succinctly, and Tim chuckles as he reaches for Lucy.
Now that he can see her, he’s barely holding on.
She’s so beautiful.
She’s bouncing on his lap, his thick cock disappearing inside of her each time she rocks back down on him, and Tim groans as he moves one hand between her legs to press against her clit. He wraps the other arm around her neck, hauling her down to him and kissing her desperately as she clenches her thighs around his.
Lucy moans into the kiss, tasting Angela on his lips, and then she’s crying out, her pussy trembling around Tim’s cock as she comes. He can feel her wetness gushing out around his cock, and he knows they’re making a mess but he doesn’t even care.
“Tim,” she moans, and he nods, fucking up into her harder as he chases his own release. It doesn’t take much; Lucy bites his lip and runs her hand down his stomach, and he comes, his orgasm ripping through him so intensely that it’s almost painful. He cries out, muffling the noise by burying his teeth in Lucy’s shoulder, and he almost comes again when he glances down and sees his cum gushing out of Lucy’s pussy along with her arousal as he continues to fuck up into her.
Lucy collapses on top of Tim, breathing hard and trembling as she comes down from her orgasm. Tim runs his hand up and down her back, knowing that they all need to get up, clean up, and put some distance between them, but for the moment all he wants to do is hold her.
“That… was… awesome,” Angela says, and Lucy chuckles from her spot on Tim’s chest.
“Right? Threesomes can be fun,” she says, and Tim hums in agreement as he kisses her forehead and then brushes hair away from Lucy’s sweaty face.
They lay there, Angela on her back next to them and Lucy splayed out over his chest, for a long time.
Eventually, though, Angela stands up and walks to the bathroom. Tim watches her go, and then he turns back to Lucy when she closes the door and flips on the lights.
He kisses Lucy’s head, and tightens his arms around her.
He doesn’t say anything, even though there’s a lot he wants to say.
He just holds her, even when Angela comes out, gathers her clothes, and then kisses them both on the foreheads.
“Good night,” she whispers, and Tim hums as he waves. Lucy is snoring softly on his chest, and he knows that he should get up, gather his clothes, and leave, too.
He definitely shouldn’t be staying the night.
It’ll only make things more awkward.
It’ll only make leaving harder.
He debates so long that he falls asleep, and it’s the most restful night of sleep that he’s had in a long time.