Title: The one where Tim doesn't get bent over a pool table, although it's a really close call.
Author: Kynx
Pairing(s): Shannon/Tim
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Not ours (which is a damn shame)
Warnings: Shannon has voices, pointless smut, mildly canonic with artistic liberties :p
Summary: In which Shannon's actions are met with the full approval of Number Four who is apparently in sync with Tim... scary. Voices fic can all be found under the tag Series: Shannon Has Voices on![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
myths_by_kynx
Word Count: 5259
Prompt: Pic prompt November 11th #2 Billiards
AN: Fororangesnrg we finishes, eventually, Happy late birthday ♥ *loves*
The one where Tim doesn't get bent over a pool table, although it's a really close call
"You're kidding me?"
Tim drained half his beer in two gulps. Shannon forgot what they were even talking about as he watched the long line of Tim's throat as he swallowed; lips glistening when he finally set the bottle back on the table. Fuck, he couldn't even blame Four for the thoughts running through his head about Tim's mouth. Four was currently preoccupied with somewhat lower parts of Tim's anatomy so yeah, thoughts about Tim's lips? Were all Shannon. Not that Shannon was listening to any of the voices in particular right then, Tim sort of had that effect on him. Shannon snapped back to reality when Tim wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Naw, never interested me." He was sitting backwards on his chair, legs spread on either side, denim stretched tight across his thighs. If Shannon didn't stop thinking about what else the jeans were stretched tight across he was going to lose the power of speech. Fuck Jared so fucking hard, two days alone with Tim in London before Jared and Tomo caught up with them, he was never going to make it.
And that's a bad thing because?
Because Jared'll kill us and it'll fuck up the band.
But we'll get laid...
Instant death versus momentary relief... not really a valid comparison. Six was nodding along with that piece of logic before straightening his metaphorical glasses nervously.
"I could show you how?" Shannon mentally kicked One for trying to be helpful as the words left his mouth, he was all to aware how much older than Tim he was; did he need to fucking act like it too?
Tim finished his beer and stood up, "You want another?"
"Yeah, please."
"Then you can teach me how to shoot pool." Shannon's mouth went dry because Tim licked his fucking lips and he was almost in Shannon's face when he bent over to pick up the empty bottles.
Y'know, I don't think he needs to be that close, Five remarked, oddly devoid of sarcasm for once.
One was busy making moon eyes at Tim and Shannon really hoped that everyone else in his head was keeping that particular expression on the inside.
But he's so close... If we kick him in the shin, he'd totally fall into our lap, Four always had the best--no, wait. Bad, bad, bad idea to do that.
Shannon's right, we should find out if he likes a little pain first before kicking him. Could be a complete turn off, Two was ever pragmatic.
Shannon shrugged, mostly in response to Tim, but there was a tiny part of him that wasn't completely adverse to the kicking Tim in the shin plan, "If you want, not like I'm an expert... just thought it'd pass some time."
"Sounds like fun."
Shannon tried really hard not to watch Tim's ass on his way to the bar. It might have worked better if Two and Five hadn't pointed out he was failing completely at the, 'trying not to' bit.
It's a damn good ass. Totally needs looking at, Four mused. Shannon agreed and that was scary all by itself.
Not to be the party pooper, and while this may be fun and all, anyone else seeing the severe case of blue balls heading our way?
Heading? Fucking here already. Four adjusted himself where he sat and Shannon caught himself in the middle of doing just that too. At least we'll be doing something 'stead of just sitting.
It was about the eighth thing Shannon had thought of that they could do to pass the time. It really was better to... well, do something rather than sit and think about all the things they could be doing. Admittedly the previous seven involved differing stages of nudity and hotel rooms, ok the first one involved the stalls at the bar and as much nudity as it would take to get Tim's cock in his mouth but hotel rooms were classier, sort of. Realistically though, number eight was probably the safest suggestion.
Tim waved a fresh beer in Shannon's face, "Nickel for 'em?"
"What?"
Oh hell yeah, just tell him!
Agreed! I'm going with the over the couch fantasy...
Fuck no, that's boring, Four pulled a face.
Did he just say Nipple?
I think it might be prudent to follow One's example and go with the ahh... less shocking suggestion? Six offered, and was rewarded with glares from Four and, surprisingly, Two.
"You were like, totally lost in thought."
Heat rose up Shannon's neck and he couldn't even look at Tim, certain if he did Tim'd know exactly what he was thinking about doing to Tim's--very young--body. "Nothing." Shannon cleared his throat, "Jet-lagged is all."
And not at all thinking about how... limber Tim might be, nuh-uh.
Fuck, now Two was following Four's example, there was no hope for him.
It's only logical, Two is a division of Four, it's simple mathematics really..
Everyone that could count and knew about things like addition, division and multiplication--so Two, Three and Five--looked at Six with raised eyebrows.
"We can just go back to the hotel, crash if you want? I'll grab a six pack on the way."
"I'm fine," Shannon swallowed and pointedly ignored the cries (from inside his head) of, Are you fucking stupid?
Tim just offered to go back to the hotel with him... No, he wasn't stupid, he just didn't want to get stupid and without knowing how Tim was gonna react... Jared would fucking kill him if he did anything to jeopardize the tour. Scaring Tim shitless might just do that. "C'mon, let’s play a few games of pool first. The key to beating jet-lag is not to give in, ignore it and it'll go away."
Uh-huh, but if we ignore Tim, he's not gonna get un-hot.
Well--
Shut up. We are not testing that theory.
"Huh, I planned on getting drunk and sleeping it off," Tim grinned, something mischievous that pushed Shannon's mind further into the gutter.
"That would work too." Shannon nodded because it really was exactly what they should do until Jared and Tomo arrived and before Shannon did anything stupid.
What, like take advantage of Tim's drunk ass?
Four sucked in a breath, Can we call that Plan A?
Do we have a plan B? Three was fond of plans, he had the zombie apocalypse and Armageddon, complete with war, famine, pestilence and death contingency plans completely mapped out, just in case.
Plan B is the same as plan A, and plan C.
So the only plan you have is getting him drunk and fucking him, damn the torpedoes.
Got a problem with that?
One raised his hand, Isn't that a bit like rape? Couldn't we just ask him? Maybe accompanied with some flowers, chocolates and fluffy things?
Yes, but it'd never stand up in court and asking carries a whole new set of possible eventualities that none of us really want to deal with, plus he is so not the flowers type, bag of candy bars would result in us getting ignored while he ate his way through them, fucking sugar junkie.
But he's so pretty. One whined.
Yes, yes he is and he's totally leading us on and gagging for it--and by it I mean our cock, obviously--so it'd be completely his own fault, asking makes it our fault.
Point. One kept quiet after that and the others seemed to be in agreement... which was... good? Ok, maybe not good but it was a damn site quieter.
***
Tim bent over the pool table was the worst plan Shannon ever had in the history of plans that involved trying not to think about someone he wanted to fuck. Tim's jeans were low enough that there was a six inch gap where his t-shirt rode up and Shannon could almost count the muscles moving under his skin.
"How do I hold the damn thing?" Tim looked back over his shoulder at Shannon, "Thought you were gonna show me?"
What's the worst that could happen?
Would you like that list alphabetically or in likelihood of happenstance?
Shannon wondered vaguely if Six made up words just to confuse him but mostly he was concentrating on not throwing Tim down on the pool table and skipping the 'get him drunk' stage of the take advantage of plan.
How 'bout we ignore the list and go straight to the fucking? Fuck, it scared him when he and Four were almost in complete agreement, never a good sign but it happened a hell of a lot more with Tim around.
Since when was straight an issue?
Well, that was that one time--
"Shannon?" Tim waved a hand in front of his face and Shannon knew he'd zoned out again. Yeah, another side-effect of Tim's presence.
"Yeah, sorry," Shannon shook his head before moving right up behind Tim, not quite touching but nearly, and reached around him. "Hands here and..." He had to press right up against Tim's back to get him to move his hands and fuck Jared for being the taller one too, "Here."
"Then hit the white ball into the other balls?"
"Yup."
Tim bent over, closer to the table, and pushed his ass right against Shannon's crotch, he didn't wriggle as much as shift his weight from one foot to the other but he might as well have done for all that Shannon had to grit his teeth through the friction.
Oh right fucking there.
Shannon bit his lip against a groan but the rest of his reaction was pretty fucking obvious. Or, well, he liked to think that it was obvious. Not in the way that he wanted it to be obvious but in the way where he thought it should be.
Six rolled his eyes, While we are not freakishly endowed, I don't think we have anything to be ashamed of in that department.
Tim hadn't screamed or punched him yet though so maybe he wasn't completely adverse to having his ass pressed against Shannon's cock. He really fucking hoped that was the case. Shannon waited until Tim hit the ball, not really giving a damn where it ended up and smoothed his hands up Tim's arms to his shoulders. Tim straightened and turned around where he stood.
"Like that?" Tim's breath hitched just a little but Shannon was so close he couldn't have missed it.
I'd like it more if we were all naked. There was a moment of silence, before, Dude... I think that was my line.
"Yeah, jus' like that." He let one hand drop to Tim's waist, "You wanna go grab that six pack now?"
"Is the lesson over?"
"You're a natural." Shannon rubbed his thumb back and forth over the top of Tim's hip bone just above the waist band of his jeans.
Tim swallowed but he leaned closer, "Hotel sounds good."
Jared was so, so gonna kill him if he fucked this up.
***
They were barely inside the door when Shannon grabbed Tim's wrist and pulled him close; "We can not do this if you want, no big deal."
Tim chewed his lip and Shannon was sure he was gonna say no, realistically it was for the best, but fuck he wanted Tim's ass, cock, all of him right the hell now and it was taking an enormous amount of will power not to just take. He as good as said yes in the bar... Shannon trembled with barely contained need but he knew if Tim changed his mind he wouldn't push it, there was enough liquor in the mini bar he could pass out. He'd be disappointed but he'd get over it and there'd be the added benefit of Jared not killing him.
So he really wasn't expecting Tim's other hand sliding up his side under his jacket and Tim bringing their mouths together. He didn't stay surprised for long though, let Tim's wrist go and cupped the back of his neck, started pushing his jacket off with the other.
Four had already started the 'he wants us' dance and was spinning One around in circles. Six was fretting as Five made pedophilia comments, against all logical reason, One really was the baby of the group.
Shannon licked inside Tim's mouth and Tim licked back, opened wider to let him in. He used both hands to get Tim's jacket off, let it fall on the floor behind them, then he started on Tim's belt, "You even need a belt to keep these things up?"
Smooth, real fucking smooth, why not just call him a skinny ass motherfucker?
I think Jared does enough of that, we don't want to give him a complex.
If Jared hasn't already given him a complex I think it's safe to say he's immune.
"No, I just like belts."
Four went wide-eyed and near enough creamed his metaphorical pants at the implications of that.
Are we sure that's physically possible? Three asked at one of Four's suggestions, half worried but mostly intrigued.
We'll just have to try it and find out, was Four's response.
"Good to know." Shannon tugged harder, he was gonna make this so good for Tim there'd be nothing to fuck up and no regrets. Tim's lips were kiss swollen and it made Shannon want to kiss him more. With the belt finally undone he slowed it right down, kissed Tim slow and languid with deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue. Kissed him until Tim was moaning and making needy little sounds of want that went straight to Shannon's cock. Worked though because Tim rucked Shannon's t-shirt up to his arm pits and had one leg wedged firmly between Shannon's thighs. They had to stop kissing so Shannon could yank the shirt over his head and he did the same for Tim, pausing to lick across Tim's collar bone and smiling against his skin at the gasp.
Tim flexed his hips, one hand fisted in the back of Shannon's hair and dragging the fingernails of the other down Shannon's back. "Think this is what Jared meant when he said we should find something to entertain ourselves with?"
Shannon cupped his ass, dragged him closer increasing the friction between them, "Don't much care, do you?"
"No."
Oh I think I'm in love. One swooned, literally, it was kind of embarrassing or would be if Tim could see it.
You say that all the time and your track record sucks.
I do NOT.
Dude, you've said it three times this week
Yeah, but he was reading New Moon, not sure that counts.
Shannon didn't intend to give Tim a reason to care what Jared thought or a reason to go telling tales either. He licked and bit his way down Tim's chest, dropping to his knees in front of him. Tim's belt hung loose and Shannon popped the top button of his jeans. Both Tim's hands were in Shannon's hair now and Shannon liked that, liked it a whole fucking lot. He licked across a stripe towards Tim's hip and his stomach concaved as his hips pushed forward.
"Fucking tease."
"Mmhmm," Shannon muttered as he sucked a bruise into the skin above Tim's hip.
"Fuck." Tim's fingers clenched in Shannon's hair and Shannon scraped his teeth back towards the line of darker hair disappearing behind the zip of Tim's jeans.
He pushed Tim's jeans down to his thighs, didn't need much more than that and he sure as hell wasn't giving Tim room to walk away. His cock curved up towards his stomach and Shannon palmed the length before he licked around the head. He cut his eyes up to look at Tim, head tipped back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hot as hell and right now, all Shannon's.
Ok, damn that's... masturbation fantasy material for years to come. Four was actually panting, like a dog
Shannon stretched his lips around Tim's cock and moved his hand up to meet his mouth coming down. Tim whined out a moan and the bitter taste of pre-come hit the back of Shannon's throat which was satisfying as hell, working Tim up this much and they'd barely done anything yet. He didn't want Tim to come like this, wanted him desperate for it and near begging but he wanted to see Tim come on his cock, in case there wasn't a second time. He hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat, moved his hand onto Tim's hip and took the rest until his nose was pressed into the wiry hair at Tim's groin. He hadn't really thought about how Tim would smell and it was a soft musk overlaid with whatever citrus based shower gel he used, Shannon didn't care what it was, he just wanted more.
Or... we could play the 'how many times can we make him come before he passes out', game.
You totally made that up.
Did not.
Did too. Six looked down his nose, it is NOT a game, show some respect.
Why? He already has his cock in our mouth, I don't think we can respect him more than that.
He's got a point you know. Three was only getting involved because Six was halfway down a losing streak and falling fast.
Shannon held Tim's cock in the back of his throat only moving his tongue and letting Tim thrust lightly into his mouth. Shannon pulled back just long enough to suck two of his own fingers into his mouth, wetting them, before swallowing Tim's cock down again, constantly trying for further, more and repressing his gag reflex as much as possible. He trailed his fingers between Tim's ass, up and down, reaching his balls before moving back and circling Tim's entrance. He sucked harder to keep Tim's mind off the increased pressure but there was a sharp intake of breath when he did push the tip inside. He wasn't surprised, really, but if Tim had a problem with the lack of lube-that-wasn't-Shannon's-saliva, he should have mentioned it before Shannon had his fingers in his ass.
Tim was hot and tight and Shannon wanted nothing more than to open him up and fuck him 'til he didn't know his own name, but he was careful, gentle almost and he kinda surprised himself, could have been over already but he wanted to watch Tim enjoy it as much as he wanted to do it. He'd have to think about that, later. And very much not listen to One who had funny, sparkly ideas about soft emotions that began with L. Shannon had two fingers scissoring inside Tim and his tongue doing some sort of dip, swirl, repeat thing when--
"Fuck, Shan stop or..."
Tim didn't need to say or what, Shannon had a pretty good idea all on his own, he let Tim's cock go reluctantly and stood up. Kissing was more about keeping Tim's mouth busy while Shannon walked them back to the bed, shuffling steps because Tim's jeans were still bunched around his knees, kind of like a half-naked robot walk with Shannon's fingers digging into Tim's ass.
"Lube?"
"You sure you want to--" Fucking Tim had the potential to take them to a whole different level of uncomfortable and Shannon wasn't prepared to shoulder all the responsibility, he'd still let Tim back out if he wanted to.
"God, yes." Tim's jeans were on the floor and Shannon's mind went completely blank while he struggled to think about technicalities like lube.
Bathroom cabinet, get a move on. Two sounded just as frustrated as everyone else felt. I'd go get it for you, but it's kind of difficult what with me being a figment of your--very active--imagination.
Shannon kissed Tim quickly, harassed by his imagination, should be fucking illegal. "Don't go nowhere, be right back."
Tim stroked Shannon's neck as he mumbled his agreement into the kiss.
* * *
Complimentary hotel crap was better than nothing, Shannon reasoned, and everyone, especially Four and Two who were virtually screaming at him, agreed.
Tim was completely naked when Shannon returned and he really hadn't been gone that long, not that he was in anyway complaining. He tossed the tube at Tim and fumbled inelegantly out of his own jeans.
Six slapped his forehead, It's a constant surprise you get laid, ever.
Will you shut-up? There's a time and a place and this isn't it, this is sexy time so get with the program or go back to bed and watch Oprah, Three snapped, somewhat pissily and Six pointed out, quietly, that he would never be so common as to watch Oprah. Shannon wasn't really following what was going on inside his head, too focused on the outside where Tim was very definitely naked on the bed.
Tim took Shannon's hand, before he'd even realized he was sorta just standing there staring, and twisted as he pulled so Shannon landed on his back. Not that Shannon minded at fucking all, Tim could pull him anywhere if he stayed naked, and he especially didn't mind when Tim straddled him, curling lube covered fingers around Shannon's dick. When he lowered his hips Shannon sucked in a breath and held it. Tim smirked, "Like that?"
Fuck me, I can feel his heartbeat from the inside, Only Four could make something so ludicrous sound so dirty.
Actually, I think that's him clenching and... Six, if you start using long anatomically and biologically correct words to explain this and ruin it for everyone, so help me, I will kick you!
Shannon didn't care which of them was right. It felt fucking amazing, as good as--better than--he'd imagined, and well, he'd imagined this a hell of a lot.
"Could handle a little more but yeah, s'good."
Tim leaned all the way over Shannon's chest and pinned his wrists to the bed behind Shannon's head. Shannon tilted his hips and held them at an angle, or tried to, so that Tim had something to rock back onto, but he couldn't quite stop moving, following Tim's pace and thrusting gently.
"Fuck," almost a snarl before Tim attacked Shannon's mouth, fingers so tight on his wrists Tim was probably stopping the blood supply to Shannon's hands. Shannon arched his chest and groaned at the slip-slide of skin on skin. He let Tim control it, use Shannon to fuck his ass the way he wanted it. Shannon knew he wasn't gonna come this way, he was just biding his time 'til Tim got so lost in himself Shannon could turn the tables back around. 'Sides, Tim was damn hot like this.
You mean doggy style, don't you? Four gave Shannon a conspiratorial wink.
Why do you always have to rush things?
I'm not rushing, I'm helping.
Tim sat back into Shannon's lap and released his wrists, leaned back and kept up the rise-fall of his hips although the angle was nothing short of intense. Tim's hand twist-pulled on his own cock and Shannon was caught, mesmerized for a moment just watching, holy mother of fuck!
Shannon sat up, arms around Tim's waist and pulled him back to his chest. He held him there and kissed him again, something more than want behind it but Shannon couldn't name it, couldn't explain why he had to keep kissing Tim, keep him close and he wasn't sure he wanted to think about it right now anyway.
I told you so, we're in love- One would probably have continued indefinitely but Four gagged him with both hands.
Shannon was silently grateful but he figured Four would pick up on it anyway.
He rolled them both over, needing the control back; grinned breathlessly against Tim's neck at the soft moan and hips canting forward as his cock slid free from Tim's body with the movement. Yeah, having Tim practically begging wordlessly for his cock was fucking hot as hell and Shannon (and Four) thought he'd like to exploit that at some stage in the very near future. Tim's heel dug into Shannon's ass, straining closer still and Shannon stretched up, kissed him slowly and dragged the moment out.
I hate that we're so fucking good at teasing, one of the numbers, and Shannon had a fair idea which one, whined, somewhere between awe and impatience. As Tim wriggled underneath him, body arching up, Shannon was pretty sure that Tim would likely second that thought if he ever heard it. As much as he wanted to continue--and he really fucking did--there was something thrilling at holding off, building up to it and making them both wait a little bit longer.
He didn't even need to wet his fingers as he pushed them inside Tim, not for any real reason other than he wanted to. Smoother slide this time and heat flared low in Shannon's stomach knowing that Tim was stretched and slick from his cock already. Tim tilted his hips, matching the slow thrusting of Shannon's fingers and this, this was fucking addictive. Didn't matter that it wasn't his cock, so long as he was fucking Tim with something.
Like... duh?
Uh-huh, but y'know, can we get back to the actual sex now?
Tim made a strangled sound as Shannon's fingertips brushed against his prostate, hips jerked against him and made Shannon wonder just how much further he could push Tim without letting him come. He wanted to find out but at the same time, the moans he was managing to swallow down were urging him on, making him desperate to fuck Tim properly this time. He drew his fingers back slowly, teasingly so and circling his entrance, loving the way Tim shuddered against him and moaned softly as he tilted his head back. Shannon nipped at the bared skin of Tim's neck and felt the vibrations against his lips when Tim spoke, "Fuck me. Gonna come like this and I want--"
He swallowed as he trailed off, but Shannon was left with no illusions as to what he wanted. If he had been, Four would have cleared it up for him, Two even offered to draw diagrams.
Shannon pushed Tim's thighs against his chest as he sank back inside and fuck, that answered the limber question. As the liquid warmth spread through his groin once more he was forced to admit Tim felt just as fucking good and tight as he had the first time. Didn't--couldn't--give himself time to savor it, Tim bucked up as much as he was able and Shannon was lost from there on in, needing the friction and proper thrusts more than he wanted to make this last.
Shannon's hand found Tim's cock, hot and leaking and so, so hard between them, stroked in time with the increased tempo of his thrusts.
"There?" he gasped, still intent on making this good for Tim and his voices could sit and swivel, he wasn't in any kind of mood to listen to them bitch about not asking questions.
"God yes... right there, so fucking good, Shan, need to come..." Tim's body drew tight, back arched off the bed and Shannon didn't let up for a second. There was a pleasant tingly burn in the backs of his thighs stretching to his lower back that increased and decreased with each thrust, skin burning hot with the flames of pleasure licking him from the inside as he pounded into Tim, feeling him clench down and release, too rapid and regular to be anything but reflexive.
Tim came with a cry, hot and slick between them and Shannon kept stroking. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers while he fucked Tim hard through the last of his orgasm.
Shannon came seconds later, it ripped through him unzipping layers of feeling and nerves, exposing each one and leaving them open and tingling with awareness. Taste of Tim in his mouth and Tim's body clenching around around him, so fucking amazing.
The silence, aftershocks of his orgasm and sudden stillness--himself, Tim, the voices, everything--was jarring and felt like time was hanging on a moment as he held himself up, panting and staring down at Tim in something like awe. Couldn't quite believe that they'd really fucked, but yeah, the evidence was sort of stacked high in favor of them having done exactly that. Even Three's sing-songy Jared's gonna kill us, didn't take the shine off of it.
"Wow," he breathed as Tim's legs uncurled and stretched out, one still bent against his side loosely.
"That all you got? Wow?"
I thought 'wow' pretty much summed it up nicely, Four grumbled and One, in a rare moment of forwardness, hit him over the head.
Tim shifted a little and Shannon pushed himself to the side before his arms gave out on him completely, ending up a little more on his side than draped across Tim's chest although it was close. He turned to look at Tim, elbow bent up so he could rest his head on his hand and poked Tim in the ribs, "Don't hear you making any speeches."
And draw smiley faces in the come on his stomach before it dries, hurry!
That is so ridiculous, who does that? No one does that.
You're no fun, that's your problem, sense of humor of a comatose turtle.
"Do we need to talk about this?"
Shannon couldn't read the look on Tim's face, couldn't hear any implications behind the words, good talk or bad talk and even if there was either kind of talk to have. He swallowed past his suddenly dry throat, he hadn't been looking for anything, forced himself to accept the worst case scenario going into this, so why did he feel so damn hollow now it was happening? "Don't need to talk about it, can pretend it didn't happen if you want to, not gonna hold anything over you, Tim." He closed his eyes and half-buried his head in the pillows.
"Not really what I meant, but good to know anyway. More kind of...urgh," Tim covered his face with both hands, scraped them down before turning his face towards Shannon and there was a lopsided, fucked-out-grin on his face, "Brain dead, sleep now, fuck you in the shower when we wake up?"
Ok, there definitely was a good side to the talking bit.
Guh... I think I'm speechless, fuck me, someone needs to blog about this epic day in history. One patted Four gently, any earlier resentment apparently forgotten.
Tim kissed Shannon, or maybe it was the other way around, until they were both so close to being asleep they were hardly moving. Tim shifted again, pulled Shannon against his chest with an arm around his waist. Shannon fell asleep thinking that Tim's cock snug against his ass was just the most perfect thing ever.
Four fell asleep convinced they had found their soul-mate. Six started telling everyone that soul-mates were statistically impossible, Two and Three threw pillows at him so he stopped and One was so far lost in a dreamy love haze no one actually knew if he was asleep or not, probably best if they left him alone anyway. Five went out for a curry, or at least pretended to which was the same thing when you don't exist.
They didn't exactly live happily ever-after, in fact the only certainty was that Shannon was getting fucked in the shower when they woke up, but as endings went they were all happy for now, or until Jared found out. Even if he did, Four was completely convinced they could talk him around, probably.
Author: Kynx
Pairing(s): Shannon/Tim
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Not ours (which is a damn shame)
Warnings: Shannon has voices, pointless smut, mildly canonic with artistic liberties :p
Summary: In which Shannon's actions are met with the full approval of Number Four who is apparently in sync with Tim... scary. Voices fic can all be found under the tag Series: Shannon Has Voices on
myths_by_kynxWord Count: 5259
Prompt: Pic prompt November 11th #2 Billiards
AN: For
orangesnrg we finishes, eventually, Happy late birthday ♥ *loves*"You're kidding me?"
Tim drained half his beer in two gulps. Shannon forgot what they were even talking about as he watched the long line of Tim's throat as he swallowed; lips glistening when he finally set the bottle back on the table. Fuck, he couldn't even blame Four for the thoughts running through his head about Tim's mouth. Four was currently preoccupied with somewhat lower parts of Tim's anatomy so yeah, thoughts about Tim's lips? Were all Shannon. Not that Shannon was listening to any of the voices in particular right then, Tim sort of had that effect on him. Shannon snapped back to reality when Tim wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Naw, never interested me." He was sitting backwards on his chair, legs spread on either side, denim stretched tight across his thighs. If Shannon didn't stop thinking about what else the jeans were stretched tight across he was going to lose the power of speech. Fuck Jared so fucking hard, two days alone with Tim in London before Jared and Tomo caught up with them, he was never going to make it.
And that's a bad thing because?
Because Jared'll kill us and it'll fuck up the band.
But we'll get laid...
Instant death versus momentary relief... not really a valid comparison. Six was nodding along with that piece of logic before straightening his metaphorical glasses nervously.
"I could show you how?" Shannon mentally kicked One for trying to be helpful as the words left his mouth, he was all to aware how much older than Tim he was; did he need to fucking act like it too?
Tim finished his beer and stood up, "You want another?"
"Yeah, please."
"Then you can teach me how to shoot pool." Shannon's mouth went dry because Tim licked his fucking lips and he was almost in Shannon's face when he bent over to pick up the empty bottles.
Y'know, I don't think he needs to be that close, Five remarked, oddly devoid of sarcasm for once.
One was busy making moon eyes at Tim and Shannon really hoped that everyone else in his head was keeping that particular expression on the inside.
But he's so close... If we kick him in the shin, he'd totally fall into our lap, Four always had the best--no, wait. Bad, bad, bad idea to do that.
Shannon's right, we should find out if he likes a little pain first before kicking him. Could be a complete turn off, Two was ever pragmatic.
Shannon shrugged, mostly in response to Tim, but there was a tiny part of him that wasn't completely adverse to the kicking Tim in the shin plan, "If you want, not like I'm an expert... just thought it'd pass some time."
"Sounds like fun."
Shannon tried really hard not to watch Tim's ass on his way to the bar. It might have worked better if Two and Five hadn't pointed out he was failing completely at the, 'trying not to' bit.
It's a damn good ass. Totally needs looking at, Four mused. Shannon agreed and that was scary all by itself.
Not to be the party pooper, and while this may be fun and all, anyone else seeing the severe case of blue balls heading our way?
Heading? Fucking here already. Four adjusted himself where he sat and Shannon caught himself in the middle of doing just that too. At least we'll be doing something 'stead of just sitting.
It was about the eighth thing Shannon had thought of that they could do to pass the time. It really was better to... well, do something rather than sit and think about all the things they could be doing. Admittedly the previous seven involved differing stages of nudity and hotel rooms, ok the first one involved the stalls at the bar and as much nudity as it would take to get Tim's cock in his mouth but hotel rooms were classier, sort of. Realistically though, number eight was probably the safest suggestion.
Tim waved a fresh beer in Shannon's face, "Nickel for 'em?"
"What?"
Oh hell yeah, just tell him!
Agreed! I'm going with the over the couch fantasy...
Fuck no, that's boring, Four pulled a face.
Did he just say Nipple?
I think it might be prudent to follow One's example and go with the ahh... less shocking suggestion? Six offered, and was rewarded with glares from Four and, surprisingly, Two.
"You were like, totally lost in thought."
Heat rose up Shannon's neck and he couldn't even look at Tim, certain if he did Tim'd know exactly what he was thinking about doing to Tim's--very young--body. "Nothing." Shannon cleared his throat, "Jet-lagged is all."
And not at all thinking about how... limber Tim might be, nuh-uh.
Fuck, now Two was following Four's example, there was no hope for him.
It's only logical, Two is a division of Four, it's simple mathematics really..
Everyone that could count and knew about things like addition, division and multiplication--so Two, Three and Five--looked at Six with raised eyebrows.
"We can just go back to the hotel, crash if you want? I'll grab a six pack on the way."
"I'm fine," Shannon swallowed and pointedly ignored the cries (from inside his head) of, Are you fucking stupid?
Tim just offered to go back to the hotel with him... No, he wasn't stupid, he just didn't want to get stupid and without knowing how Tim was gonna react... Jared would fucking kill him if he did anything to jeopardize the tour. Scaring Tim shitless might just do that. "C'mon, let’s play a few games of pool first. The key to beating jet-lag is not to give in, ignore it and it'll go away."
Uh-huh, but if we ignore Tim, he's not gonna get un-hot.
Well--
Shut up. We are not testing that theory.
"Huh, I planned on getting drunk and sleeping it off," Tim grinned, something mischievous that pushed Shannon's mind further into the gutter.
"That would work too." Shannon nodded because it really was exactly what they should do until Jared and Tomo arrived and before Shannon did anything stupid.
What, like take advantage of Tim's drunk ass?
Four sucked in a breath, Can we call that Plan A?
Do we have a plan B? Three was fond of plans, he had the zombie apocalypse and Armageddon, complete with war, famine, pestilence and death contingency plans completely mapped out, just in case.
Plan B is the same as plan A, and plan C.
So the only plan you have is getting him drunk and fucking him, damn the torpedoes.
Got a problem with that?
One raised his hand, Isn't that a bit like rape? Couldn't we just ask him? Maybe accompanied with some flowers, chocolates and fluffy things?
Yes, but it'd never stand up in court and asking carries a whole new set of possible eventualities that none of us really want to deal with, plus he is so not the flowers type, bag of candy bars would result in us getting ignored while he ate his way through them, fucking sugar junkie.
But he's so pretty. One whined.
Yes, yes he is and he's totally leading us on and gagging for it--and by it I mean our cock, obviously--so it'd be completely his own fault, asking makes it our fault.
Point. One kept quiet after that and the others seemed to be in agreement... which was... good? Ok, maybe not good but it was a damn site quieter.
Tim bent over the pool table was the worst plan Shannon ever had in the history of plans that involved trying not to think about someone he wanted to fuck. Tim's jeans were low enough that there was a six inch gap where his t-shirt rode up and Shannon could almost count the muscles moving under his skin.
"How do I hold the damn thing?" Tim looked back over his shoulder at Shannon, "Thought you were gonna show me?"
What's the worst that could happen?
Would you like that list alphabetically or in likelihood of happenstance?
Shannon wondered vaguely if Six made up words just to confuse him but mostly he was concentrating on not throwing Tim down on the pool table and skipping the 'get him drunk' stage of the take advantage of plan.
How 'bout we ignore the list and go straight to the fucking? Fuck, it scared him when he and Four were almost in complete agreement, never a good sign but it happened a hell of a lot more with Tim around.
Since when was straight an issue?
Well, that was that one time--
"Shannon?" Tim waved a hand in front of his face and Shannon knew he'd zoned out again. Yeah, another side-effect of Tim's presence.
"Yeah, sorry," Shannon shook his head before moving right up behind Tim, not quite touching but nearly, and reached around him. "Hands here and..." He had to press right up against Tim's back to get him to move his hands and fuck Jared for being the taller one too, "Here."
"Then hit the white ball into the other balls?"
"Yup."
Tim bent over, closer to the table, and pushed his ass right against Shannon's crotch, he didn't wriggle as much as shift his weight from one foot to the other but he might as well have done for all that Shannon had to grit his teeth through the friction.
Oh right fucking there.
Shannon bit his lip against a groan but the rest of his reaction was pretty fucking obvious. Or, well, he liked to think that it was obvious. Not in the way that he wanted it to be obvious but in the way where he thought it should be.
Six rolled his eyes, While we are not freakishly endowed, I don't think we have anything to be ashamed of in that department.
Tim hadn't screamed or punched him yet though so maybe he wasn't completely adverse to having his ass pressed against Shannon's cock. He really fucking hoped that was the case. Shannon waited until Tim hit the ball, not really giving a damn where it ended up and smoothed his hands up Tim's arms to his shoulders. Tim straightened and turned around where he stood.
"Like that?" Tim's breath hitched just a little but Shannon was so close he couldn't have missed it.
I'd like it more if we were all naked. There was a moment of silence, before, Dude... I think that was my line.
"Yeah, jus' like that." He let one hand drop to Tim's waist, "You wanna go grab that six pack now?"
"Is the lesson over?"
"You're a natural." Shannon rubbed his thumb back and forth over the top of Tim's hip bone just above the waist band of his jeans.
Tim swallowed but he leaned closer, "Hotel sounds good."
Jared was so, so gonna kill him if he fucked this up.
They were barely inside the door when Shannon grabbed Tim's wrist and pulled him close; "We can not do this if you want, no big deal."
Tim chewed his lip and Shannon was sure he was gonna say no, realistically it was for the best, but fuck he wanted Tim's ass, cock, all of him right the hell now and it was taking an enormous amount of will power not to just take. He as good as said yes in the bar... Shannon trembled with barely contained need but he knew if Tim changed his mind he wouldn't push it, there was enough liquor in the mini bar he could pass out. He'd be disappointed but he'd get over it and there'd be the added benefit of Jared not killing him.
So he really wasn't expecting Tim's other hand sliding up his side under his jacket and Tim bringing their mouths together. He didn't stay surprised for long though, let Tim's wrist go and cupped the back of his neck, started pushing his jacket off with the other.
Four had already started the 'he wants us' dance and was spinning One around in circles. Six was fretting as Five made pedophilia comments, against all logical reason, One really was the baby of the group.
Shannon licked inside Tim's mouth and Tim licked back, opened wider to let him in. He used both hands to get Tim's jacket off, let it fall on the floor behind them, then he started on Tim's belt, "You even need a belt to keep these things up?"
Smooth, real fucking smooth, why not just call him a skinny ass motherfucker?
I think Jared does enough of that, we don't want to give him a complex.
If Jared hasn't already given him a complex I think it's safe to say he's immune.
"No, I just like belts."
Four went wide-eyed and near enough creamed his metaphorical pants at the implications of that.
Are we sure that's physically possible? Three asked at one of Four's suggestions, half worried but mostly intrigued.
We'll just have to try it and find out, was Four's response.
"Good to know." Shannon tugged harder, he was gonna make this so good for Tim there'd be nothing to fuck up and no regrets. Tim's lips were kiss swollen and it made Shannon want to kiss him more. With the belt finally undone he slowed it right down, kissed Tim slow and languid with deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue. Kissed him until Tim was moaning and making needy little sounds of want that went straight to Shannon's cock. Worked though because Tim rucked Shannon's t-shirt up to his arm pits and had one leg wedged firmly between Shannon's thighs. They had to stop kissing so Shannon could yank the shirt over his head and he did the same for Tim, pausing to lick across Tim's collar bone and smiling against his skin at the gasp.
Tim flexed his hips, one hand fisted in the back of Shannon's hair and dragging the fingernails of the other down Shannon's back. "Think this is what Jared meant when he said we should find something to entertain ourselves with?"
Shannon cupped his ass, dragged him closer increasing the friction between them, "Don't much care, do you?"
"No."
Oh I think I'm in love. One swooned, literally, it was kind of embarrassing or would be if Tim could see it.
You say that all the time and your track record sucks.
I do NOT.
Dude, you've said it three times this week
Yeah, but he was reading New Moon, not sure that counts.
Shannon didn't intend to give Tim a reason to care what Jared thought or a reason to go telling tales either. He licked and bit his way down Tim's chest, dropping to his knees in front of him. Tim's belt hung loose and Shannon popped the top button of his jeans. Both Tim's hands were in Shannon's hair now and Shannon liked that, liked it a whole fucking lot. He licked across a stripe towards Tim's hip and his stomach concaved as his hips pushed forward.
"Fucking tease."
"Mmhmm," Shannon muttered as he sucked a bruise into the skin above Tim's hip.
"Fuck." Tim's fingers clenched in Shannon's hair and Shannon scraped his teeth back towards the line of darker hair disappearing behind the zip of Tim's jeans.
He pushed Tim's jeans down to his thighs, didn't need much more than that and he sure as hell wasn't giving Tim room to walk away. His cock curved up towards his stomach and Shannon palmed the length before he licked around the head. He cut his eyes up to look at Tim, head tipped back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hot as hell and right now, all Shannon's.
Ok, damn that's... masturbation fantasy material for years to come. Four was actually panting, like a dog
Shannon stretched his lips around Tim's cock and moved his hand up to meet his mouth coming down. Tim whined out a moan and the bitter taste of pre-come hit the back of Shannon's throat which was satisfying as hell, working Tim up this much and they'd barely done anything yet. He didn't want Tim to come like this, wanted him desperate for it and near begging but he wanted to see Tim come on his cock, in case there wasn't a second time. He hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat, moved his hand onto Tim's hip and took the rest until his nose was pressed into the wiry hair at Tim's groin. He hadn't really thought about how Tim would smell and it was a soft musk overlaid with whatever citrus based shower gel he used, Shannon didn't care what it was, he just wanted more.
Or... we could play the 'how many times can we make him come before he passes out', game.
You totally made that up.
Did not.
Did too. Six looked down his nose, it is NOT a game, show some respect.
Why? He already has his cock in our mouth, I don't think we can respect him more than that.
He's got a point you know. Three was only getting involved because Six was halfway down a losing streak and falling fast.
Shannon held Tim's cock in the back of his throat only moving his tongue and letting Tim thrust lightly into his mouth. Shannon pulled back just long enough to suck two of his own fingers into his mouth, wetting them, before swallowing Tim's cock down again, constantly trying for further, more and repressing his gag reflex as much as possible. He trailed his fingers between Tim's ass, up and down, reaching his balls before moving back and circling Tim's entrance. He sucked harder to keep Tim's mind off the increased pressure but there was a sharp intake of breath when he did push the tip inside. He wasn't surprised, really, but if Tim had a problem with the lack of lube-that-wasn't-Shannon's-saliva, he should have mentioned it before Shannon had his fingers in his ass.
Tim was hot and tight and Shannon wanted nothing more than to open him up and fuck him 'til he didn't know his own name, but he was careful, gentle almost and he kinda surprised himself, could have been over already but he wanted to watch Tim enjoy it as much as he wanted to do it. He'd have to think about that, later. And very much not listen to One who had funny, sparkly ideas about soft emotions that began with L. Shannon had two fingers scissoring inside Tim and his tongue doing some sort of dip, swirl, repeat thing when--
"Fuck, Shan stop or..."
Tim didn't need to say or what, Shannon had a pretty good idea all on his own, he let Tim's cock go reluctantly and stood up. Kissing was more about keeping Tim's mouth busy while Shannon walked them back to the bed, shuffling steps because Tim's jeans were still bunched around his knees, kind of like a half-naked robot walk with Shannon's fingers digging into Tim's ass.
"Lube?"
"You sure you want to--" Fucking Tim had the potential to take them to a whole different level of uncomfortable and Shannon wasn't prepared to shoulder all the responsibility, he'd still let Tim back out if he wanted to.
"God, yes." Tim's jeans were on the floor and Shannon's mind went completely blank while he struggled to think about technicalities like lube.
Bathroom cabinet, get a move on. Two sounded just as frustrated as everyone else felt. I'd go get it for you, but it's kind of difficult what with me being a figment of your--very active--imagination.
Shannon kissed Tim quickly, harassed by his imagination, should be fucking illegal. "Don't go nowhere, be right back."
Tim stroked Shannon's neck as he mumbled his agreement into the kiss.
Complimentary hotel crap was better than nothing, Shannon reasoned, and everyone, especially Four and Two who were virtually screaming at him, agreed.
Tim was completely naked when Shannon returned and he really hadn't been gone that long, not that he was in anyway complaining. He tossed the tube at Tim and fumbled inelegantly out of his own jeans.
Six slapped his forehead, It's a constant surprise you get laid, ever.
Will you shut-up? There's a time and a place and this isn't it, this is sexy time so get with the program or go back to bed and watch Oprah, Three snapped, somewhat pissily and Six pointed out, quietly, that he would never be so common as to watch Oprah. Shannon wasn't really following what was going on inside his head, too focused on the outside where Tim was very definitely naked on the bed.
Tim took Shannon's hand, before he'd even realized he was sorta just standing there staring, and twisted as he pulled so Shannon landed on his back. Not that Shannon minded at fucking all, Tim could pull him anywhere if he stayed naked, and he especially didn't mind when Tim straddled him, curling lube covered fingers around Shannon's dick. When he lowered his hips Shannon sucked in a breath and held it. Tim smirked, "Like that?"
Fuck me, I can feel his heartbeat from the inside, Only Four could make something so ludicrous sound so dirty.
Actually, I think that's him clenching and... Six, if you start using long anatomically and biologically correct words to explain this and ruin it for everyone, so help me, I will kick you!
Shannon didn't care which of them was right. It felt fucking amazing, as good as--better than--he'd imagined, and well, he'd imagined this a hell of a lot.
"Could handle a little more but yeah, s'good."
Tim leaned all the way over Shannon's chest and pinned his wrists to the bed behind Shannon's head. Shannon tilted his hips and held them at an angle, or tried to, so that Tim had something to rock back onto, but he couldn't quite stop moving, following Tim's pace and thrusting gently.
"Fuck," almost a snarl before Tim attacked Shannon's mouth, fingers so tight on his wrists Tim was probably stopping the blood supply to Shannon's hands. Shannon arched his chest and groaned at the slip-slide of skin on skin. He let Tim control it, use Shannon to fuck his ass the way he wanted it. Shannon knew he wasn't gonna come this way, he was just biding his time 'til Tim got so lost in himself Shannon could turn the tables back around. 'Sides, Tim was damn hot like this.
You mean doggy style, don't you? Four gave Shannon a conspiratorial wink.
Why do you always have to rush things?
I'm not rushing, I'm helping.
Tim sat back into Shannon's lap and released his wrists, leaned back and kept up the rise-fall of his hips although the angle was nothing short of intense. Tim's hand twist-pulled on his own cock and Shannon was caught, mesmerized for a moment just watching, holy mother of fuck!
Shannon sat up, arms around Tim's waist and pulled him back to his chest. He held him there and kissed him again, something more than want behind it but Shannon couldn't name it, couldn't explain why he had to keep kissing Tim, keep him close and he wasn't sure he wanted to think about it right now anyway.
I told you so, we're in love- One would probably have continued indefinitely but Four gagged him with both hands.
Shannon was silently grateful but he figured Four would pick up on it anyway.
He rolled them both over, needing the control back; grinned breathlessly against Tim's neck at the soft moan and hips canting forward as his cock slid free from Tim's body with the movement. Yeah, having Tim practically begging wordlessly for his cock was fucking hot as hell and Shannon (and Four) thought he'd like to exploit that at some stage in the very near future. Tim's heel dug into Shannon's ass, straining closer still and Shannon stretched up, kissed him slowly and dragged the moment out.
I hate that we're so fucking good at teasing, one of the numbers, and Shannon had a fair idea which one, whined, somewhere between awe and impatience. As Tim wriggled underneath him, body arching up, Shannon was pretty sure that Tim would likely second that thought if he ever heard it. As much as he wanted to continue--and he really fucking did--there was something thrilling at holding off, building up to it and making them both wait a little bit longer.
He didn't even need to wet his fingers as he pushed them inside Tim, not for any real reason other than he wanted to. Smoother slide this time and heat flared low in Shannon's stomach knowing that Tim was stretched and slick from his cock already. Tim tilted his hips, matching the slow thrusting of Shannon's fingers and this, this was fucking addictive. Didn't matter that it wasn't his cock, so long as he was fucking Tim with something.
Like... duh?
Uh-huh, but y'know, can we get back to the actual sex now?
Tim made a strangled sound as Shannon's fingertips brushed against his prostate, hips jerked against him and made Shannon wonder just how much further he could push Tim without letting him come. He wanted to find out but at the same time, the moans he was managing to swallow down were urging him on, making him desperate to fuck Tim properly this time. He drew his fingers back slowly, teasingly so and circling his entrance, loving the way Tim shuddered against him and moaned softly as he tilted his head back. Shannon nipped at the bared skin of Tim's neck and felt the vibrations against his lips when Tim spoke, "Fuck me. Gonna come like this and I want--"
He swallowed as he trailed off, but Shannon was left with no illusions as to what he wanted. If he had been, Four would have cleared it up for him, Two even offered to draw diagrams.
Shannon pushed Tim's thighs against his chest as he sank back inside and fuck, that answered the limber question. As the liquid warmth spread through his groin once more he was forced to admit Tim felt just as fucking good and tight as he had the first time. Didn't--couldn't--give himself time to savor it, Tim bucked up as much as he was able and Shannon was lost from there on in, needing the friction and proper thrusts more than he wanted to make this last.
Shannon's hand found Tim's cock, hot and leaking and so, so hard between them, stroked in time with the increased tempo of his thrusts.
"There?" he gasped, still intent on making this good for Tim and his voices could sit and swivel, he wasn't in any kind of mood to listen to them bitch about not asking questions.
"God yes... right there, so fucking good, Shan, need to come..." Tim's body drew tight, back arched off the bed and Shannon didn't let up for a second. There was a pleasant tingly burn in the backs of his thighs stretching to his lower back that increased and decreased with each thrust, skin burning hot with the flames of pleasure licking him from the inside as he pounded into Tim, feeling him clench down and release, too rapid and regular to be anything but reflexive.
Tim came with a cry, hot and slick between them and Shannon kept stroking. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers while he fucked Tim hard through the last of his orgasm.
Shannon came seconds later, it ripped through him unzipping layers of feeling and nerves, exposing each one and leaving them open and tingling with awareness. Taste of Tim in his mouth and Tim's body clenching around around him, so fucking amazing.
The silence, aftershocks of his orgasm and sudden stillness--himself, Tim, the voices, everything--was jarring and felt like time was hanging on a moment as he held himself up, panting and staring down at Tim in something like awe. Couldn't quite believe that they'd really fucked, but yeah, the evidence was sort of stacked high in favor of them having done exactly that. Even Three's sing-songy Jared's gonna kill us, didn't take the shine off of it.
"Wow," he breathed as Tim's legs uncurled and stretched out, one still bent against his side loosely.
"That all you got? Wow?"
I thought 'wow' pretty much summed it up nicely, Four grumbled and One, in a rare moment of forwardness, hit him over the head.
Tim shifted a little and Shannon pushed himself to the side before his arms gave out on him completely, ending up a little more on his side than draped across Tim's chest although it was close. He turned to look at Tim, elbow bent up so he could rest his head on his hand and poked Tim in the ribs, "Don't hear you making any speeches."
And draw smiley faces in the come on his stomach before it dries, hurry!
That is so ridiculous, who does that? No one does that.
You're no fun, that's your problem, sense of humor of a comatose turtle.
"Do we need to talk about this?"
Shannon couldn't read the look on Tim's face, couldn't hear any implications behind the words, good talk or bad talk and even if there was either kind of talk to have. He swallowed past his suddenly dry throat, he hadn't been looking for anything, forced himself to accept the worst case scenario going into this, so why did he feel so damn hollow now it was happening? "Don't need to talk about it, can pretend it didn't happen if you want to, not gonna hold anything over you, Tim." He closed his eyes and half-buried his head in the pillows.
"Not really what I meant, but good to know anyway. More kind of...urgh," Tim covered his face with both hands, scraped them down before turning his face towards Shannon and there was a lopsided, fucked-out-grin on his face, "Brain dead, sleep now, fuck you in the shower when we wake up?"
Ok, there definitely was a good side to the talking bit.
Guh... I think I'm speechless, fuck me, someone needs to blog about this epic day in history. One patted Four gently, any earlier resentment apparently forgotten.
Tim kissed Shannon, or maybe it was the other way around, until they were both so close to being asleep they were hardly moving. Tim shifted again, pulled Shannon against his chest with an arm around his waist. Shannon fell asleep thinking that Tim's cock snug against his ass was just the most perfect thing ever.
Four fell asleep convinced they had found their soul-mate. Six started telling everyone that soul-mates were statistically impossible, Two and Three threw pillows at him so he stopped and One was so far lost in a dreamy love haze no one actually knew if he was asleep or not, probably best if they left him alone anyway. Five went out for a curry, or at least pretended to which was the same thing when you don't exist.
They didn't exactly live happily ever-after, in fact the only certainty was that Shannon was getting fucked in the shower when they woke up, but as endings went they were all happy for now, or until Jared found out. Even if he did, Four was completely convinced they could talk him around, probably.
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