Fic: A Gift from the Heart (original) (raw)

Title: A Gift from the Heart
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Bennet/Peter
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Matt knows what Bennet really wants. So he brings him a present.
AN: I blame veetvoojagig and c_quinn. They know it’s their fault. And they know why.
Prompt: slashyheroes15 10: Fantasy

I stared down at him, listening to his sleepy thoughts with a tender—all right, sappy—smile. I slowly lowered myself to the side of the bed, careful not to wake him. He looked so at peace, like he never did when awake. I’d let him have that for a few more minutes, at least. For him. Not because I liked looking at him. No.

My fingers moved out to brush his cheek, tracing the lines of his face so softly he might not even feel it. He was… softer, now. It was weird how the glasses seemed to make him colder, less human.

There was a sudden crash down the hall, and Bennet shifted restlessly. I held my breath, but he settled back into sleep. He must have been exhausted last night. I mean, I’d known that, he’d looked like hell when he got off the plane, but still…

Sorry, came a loud, silent call from outside the room. Everything ok?

I winced as it hit my mind, volume and that noiseless squealing cutting right into my brain. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea… Yeah, he’s still asleep, I forced out, past the slight pain. Maybe I was getting used to it. Maybe just better at control. Whatever.

But it had reminded me what I was doing in here. I wasn’t supposed to be watching Bennet sleep. I was supposed to be waking him up. Gently. Not like whatever Peter was doing out in my living room.

I leaned over him, slowly, and pressed my lips to his, barely touching them. I’d learned a long time ago what sudden movements did to you. He could go from sleeping to shooting in three seconds. Luckily, he hadn’t had a gun that time. The black eye had been bad enough.

Though the apology had been worth it. Really. And the making up for it.

Sharp blue eyes cracked open, peering at me, slightly out of focus. Matt?

I smiled down at him. “Yeah, baby, it’s me.”

I didn’t show you how much I missed you last night, did I? His fingers moved, sliding through my hair as he pulled me close for a kiss. Answering his question was low on my list of priorities right at that moment.

A brief squeal of telepathic feedback touched my mind. Jesus, get a room. There was laughter in the thought. Anyway, Peter obviously didn’t mind, or he wouldn’t have been here.

Fuck off, I sent back, moaning into Bennet’s mouth. It had been too long since he’d come to see me last. Being the man on the side was a hard job, but… god, so worth it. After a long, wonderfully heated moment, I managed to pull myself away. “I got you something, babe,” I whispered into his ear.

Mmm? You didn’t have to…

“Oh, I did.” I grinned slowly, even evilly. “And I know you’re going to love it.” I was sure he didn’t know how… less controlled his thoughts were when he was asleep. Especially when he was dreaming. Leave it to say… I really did know how much he wanted this.

“Parkman, you’re making me nervous.” He sat up and reached for his glasses, as if they were a shield between him and the world. Hell, they probably were.

“Aw, baby,” I grinned, “that hurts. I did something really sweet, and now…” I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

His eyes narrowed. Spill it, Parkman. What’s going on?

Sounds like my cue, huh, Matt?

I grinned. “He’s outside.”

I swear to god, if it’s a puppy I will hurt you.

The door to the bedroom swung open to show Peter lounging against the frame. “Just don’t call me a poodle, Noah, and we’ll be fine.”

He gaped, his mouth literally falling open. Even his mind was blank. And that was practically unheard of. It took him a long moment to pull his cool mask into place. “Parkman, what is he doing here?”

I smiled innocently. Peter?

Got it. A few strides brought him to the bed, and then his hands were in Bennet’s hair, holding him tightly as their lips locked. My lover sat there stiffly for a long moment while Peter worked on him, then suddenly relaxed, like I knew he would, melting into the kiss.

I moved back, out of the way, watching them as Bennet’s hands slid up Peter’s back, tugging him into his lap. Muffled groans from two throats filled the air, and… well… my mind was flooded with so many desperate thoughts it was hard to sort them out. Noahs and Peters and Oh, gods and I need yous caressed me, sliding down my spine, sending heat everywhere. And then… Oh, fuck!Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was definitely Bennet. So controlled out loud, but… My eyes traveled downwards slowly, to see that Peter’s hand had snaked its way down the man’s cotton pants. I choked down a groan, backing into the wall. I hadn’t considered how much this might affect me. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans, trying to control myself. This was for Bennet. For my Noah. I could handle it.

Bennet pulled back, gasping for breath, staring at Peter through those sheltering lenses. Matt, he thought, the sound of my name like that making me ache, like always. Why, Matt? Matthew. I…

Peter smiled at him, answering before I could. “He loves you, Noah. And…” His eyes travelled to me, glinting evilly, “we’re really turning him on.”

I finally understood what Bennet meant every time he said ‘damned telepaths.’ I glared at Peter. “I’m fine.”

Bennet’s eyes finally tore themselves away from Peter to meet mine. Matthew. If you don’t get your ass over here in three seconds, I will hurt you in ways you never imagined.

I was pushing between him and Peter in two, claiming his swollen lips for my own. Hey, I tried, ok? He’s a hard man to resist. Especially when he thinks at me.

Slim, unfamiliar fingers trailed up my back. Matt, I never figured this was going to be one-on-one, you know. I want you, too.

“What?” I pulled away to stare at Peter, incredulous.

He laughed. “For a telepath, you can be pretty dense,” he murmured, drawing me in for a kiss. His lips were soft, lighter than Noah’s, and sweet. One of his arms slid around to my back, the other hand resuming its interrupted motions on Bennet’s dick. You really have no idea how sexy you are, do you, Matt?

I… god, Peter… I closed my eyes, letting him explore my mouth thoroughly, listening to Noah’s so controlled breathing and incoherent silent curses. This was good. So fucking good.

After a moment, Peter moved back and started ripping his shirt over his head. Bennet’s pants followed, tugged off by an unseen hand. I looked down as my shirt started unbuttoning itself. That was… weird. When I managed to tear my eyes away from that, Peter was naked and shoving Bennet down on the bed. I continued shedding clothing as Peter kissed him, hard. I’ll take care of you soon, Matt. Don’t worry.

Fuck, Peter, god, yes. Bennet was staring up at him, his expression fixed and calm. Only someone who knew him well could tell how agitated he was. Or could read his mind, of course.

“Noah,” Peter groaned, throwing a leg over him. In one swift, smooth, and probably painful movement, he forced himself down, taking my lover’s cock deep inside of him. Two silent curses mingled with Peter’s outward sounds—much louder than anything usually heard in my room. Noah and I… well, we’re both pretty quiet.

But fuck, that was hot. Peter, so slender, beautiful, without being fragile, rocking above Noah, who was doing that fucking gorgeous thing he does when worked up, with his head thrown back, eyes closed and teeth clenching to keep himself collected… I couldn’t keep in the whimper building inside me.

Peter moaned, reaching back towards me. “Matt, god, want you, just hold on…” Noah, Matt, so hot, both of you, thank you thank you thank you…

I bit my lip, moving closer as Peter tossed his head back, neck arched in passion, looking like some sort of classic statue. Noah’s hands came to his hips as he bucked up into him, finally breaking down, the man’s name repeating in his head, so fast and desperate. It wouldn’t be long now, I knew. I was quivering with all I was trying to contain. I needed to be touched. Anything. I couldn’t just stand here much longer.

Oh, fuck, yes, Peter! Noah let out a soft growl as his hands tightened around the younger man for one last upward thrust. I drew in a sharp breath at the sound. Too much. Just too much. Peter was far more vocal, nearly screaming as he jerked, coming hard, then fell across Noah’s chest.

“Matt,” he gasped after a long second. Next thing I knew, he was scrambling toward me, then pushing me down onto the bed and dropping to his knees. He smiled up at me, and then… My hands clenched on the edge of the mattress as his mouth engulfed me suddenly, taking me deep into his throat with no warning. Matt, yes, please. He groaned around my cock, making me push forward before I could stop myself. Like that, god, yes, pull my hair, fuck my mouth, make me yours, please…

Fuck. Just… fuck. I let go of the bed to clutch his hair, pulling him closer even as I thrust out. I could barely think. He was so fucking hot, and willing, and dirty, and… god. My nerves were shrieking with pleasure. I’d waited too long for this. “Peter,” I gasped, then bit my lip. So good so hot so warm tongue sliding oh fuck... Everything went white. After a long, gasping moment, I could breathe again.

Peter smiled slyly up at me as he licked me clean. I’m going to want you to fuck me, too, you know, he thought as he stood, posing like a god of sex in front of me.

I… uh… that won’t be a problem, I thought back, looking at him, dazed.

He smirked, then climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Bennet, who wrapped his arms around him, staring at me. God, Matt, that was… you were so gorgeous like that.

I shrugged and settled on his other side, pressing close against him to avoid falling off.

You two are so cute.

Shut up, I hissed silently.

Peter just laughed and ran a hand over Bennet’s chest. “Tired?” he purred at him, as his fingers found a nipple.

My man gasped, twitching slightly. You’ve got to be kidding. No, god, don’t stop…

Peter grinned at me and replaced fingers with lips. There’s another nipple, Matt, if you want one.

Peter, you’re going to kill me. I bent down and sucked Noah’s nipple into my mouth, unconsciously picking up Peter’s timing.

Jesusmotherfuckingchrist! Bennet writhed, a hand tangling in each of our hair. Ok, that was good. Anything that could break down my Noah that quickly was something to do often. I let my teeth catch on the sensitive nub of flesh, proudly drawing a moan.

What do you think, Matt? Want a Noah sandwich?

I groaned agreement, shuddering with newfound need. Peter really was trying to kill us. Not that I was complaining…

So, Matt, top or bottom?

I froze, breaking our synchronization. What?

He sent me a silent chuckle. The way Noah’s writhing, I’d say you top. And that you’re damn good at it, too. He smirked around his mouthful of flesh.

I really couldn’t argue with that. Especially since Noah’s garbled silent curses had switched to begging. Very detailed begging. Yes, Matt, god, oh, fuck yes, fuck me, oh, Matt, so hard I can feel you everywhere, god, please… I let out a deep groan.

Peter’s smirk became even more pronounced, and he pulled me back. A quick flick of his fingers had Noah flipped over and hovering above the bed, a started curse dying on his lips. Smiling up at his prisoner, Peter wiggled into the space under him. “I know I’m not Matt, Noah,” he purred, “but we’ll get to that.” And if he wants you that bad, you better believe I’m getting my turn, he added silently, eyes glinting at me. And then Noah was against him, skin on skin, and his graceful legs closed around my lover’s waist. “Take me, Noah,” he groaned.

My Noah whimpered and pushed into him. I lay off to one side, just watching the two of them molding together. I’d never seen anything so beautiful. I felt like I was spying on something way out of my league, that I was profaning something pure just by being there.

Peter let out a soft, irritated noise. His head turned toward me as he clung to my lover. Matt, stop being an idiot and fuck Noah. He needs you. We need you. I told you, I’m not just doing this for him. His eyes closed tightly as my man did something exactly right. Would it be weird if I was smug about that? Yeah, it would. Forget I mentioned it.

Peter’s fingers clawed down Noah’s back. “God, yes,” he gasped. “Just like that. Oh, fuck, Noah…” Dammit, Matt, now!

Noah froze, the surprised whimper torn from him showing it wasn’t by his choice. “Peter, please, need,” he gasped brokenly.

“Don’t beg me,” the younger man purred, reaching up to run fingers teasingly along his chest. “We’re waiting on Matt.”

Oh, god, Matthew, yes, he thought, eyes closed and chest heaving with carefully controlled breaths. Fuck, but he’d never looked sexier. And Peter, with his iron grip on my lover, staring at me with those puppy eyes full of desire and smiling that dirty little grin of his… I couldn’t deny either of them anything. I moved closer, running my hands down Noah’s back. He shuddered under my fingers, letting out a choked, desperate keen. Beautiful. So fucking perfect. I pressed a kiss against his spine, tasting sweat.

Lube. I needed lube. Whatever Peter was into, I wasn’t going to hurt my Noah. I reached for the drawer, which suddenly flew open. Stop wasting time, Peter shot at me as the tube smacked into my hand.

“Shut up,” I growled as I coated my fingers with the stuff. Another tender kiss on Noah’s back, and then I began gently stretching him.

He groaned as my finger slid into him, muscles tensing as he strained to push back into my hand, against Peter’s hold. My mind flooded with incoherent pleas for more. I finished as quickly as I could; there’s only so much a man can take. A bit more lube in my hand, a few hurried strokes on my aching cock, contact so good after the too long wait, one hand on Noah’s hip, the other on Peter’s thigh… Yes, god, yes. So fucking amazing. I pushed into my lover, painfully slowly. It was pure bliss, the best drug on the market. I could share Noah with anyone I needed to, as long as I got this little taste… I finished the smooth slide into his body, freezing to let him adjust. Fuck fuck fuck Matt love you fuck! Suddenly released from Peter’s grasp, Noah bucked back, slamming against me, hard. Oh, fuck. So good. I moaned from deep inside, beginning to thrust roughly into him, fingers tightening where they rested on each man.

Peter let out series of loud groans, keens, whimpers, and curses as each thrust drove Noah deeper into him. And mental noise coming from both of them… It was beautiful, a sensual blending of two voices that transcended whatever words might have hidden beneath the pleasured cacophony. Each little silent sound was like fiery fingers along my nerves. I couldn’t think anymore, just react to the mental and physical overload, thrusting again and again into my lover’s willing and oh so hot body, fingers sliding along Peter’s leg. So beautiful, both of them. So lucky to be there. Heat rising, Peter louder, thought more frenzied, fuck oh fuck oh fuck…

We collapsed in a heap, arms and legs tangled together. Breath was hard to find. Impossible, almost. There was air in the room. My lungs just wouldn’t process it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bennet gasped out, hand finding mine in the jumble. “Matt, I…” His fingers squeezed mine. I love you so much, he continued silently. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.

“Shut up, Bennet,” I muttered, flushing in embarrassment. If I heard Peter think how cute we were one more time…

The younger man laughed softly. “You are cute, Matt. What are you going to do, punish me?” He managed to prop himself on one arm, leering.

“Fuck, Peter,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “Not now. I’m so fucking drained.”

He smirked and reached out to brush my cheek. “It can wait. Sleep, both of you. I’ll go find some breakfast for us. You’ll need the energy.”

Then he was gone, pulling on his pants as he moved through the wall to the street, fading from sight.

Bennet’s eyes met mine, and we groaned in unison. I’d created a monster.

Not that it was a bad thing.