"You should see him, Jeff." Jared purred down the line, voice slightly muffled, and the soft smack of his lips indicating a parted kiss that Jeff could almost feel against his lips.

"Pretty?" Whiskey burned a path down his throat. It would have tasted so much better if had been licking it off Jared's rock-hard abs.

"Fuckin' perfect." There was so much Texan inflection in Jared's voice that Jeff could smell the bar-be-q in the air, taste the cold beer. It was no difficulty imagining the way Jensen looked. He'd fucked the Jensen, hell, both boys, enough to know how they looked in every debauched position imaginable.

"Yeah." He was shirtless already, bare feet against the soft carpet, unlike the hardwood floor of Jared's apartment. Lit smoke in one hand, drink in the other, he made his way across to the panoramic window overlooking the city. He knew Jared, knew how his mind worked. They were in this for the long run. Phone bill was going to be fucking huge. "He's being real quiet."

"Yeah." Jared laughed low and dark, smothering the thin whimpers that barely made their way down the line. "He wrapped those pretty lips around my cock, then I gagged him with your tie."

"Jesus Christ, kid." Jeff swapped his drink for the buckle of his belt. The leather slid through the clasp, jerked out of the denim loops. He remembered a time, before John Winchester had met his dramatic end, Jared lay out on his back, Jensen ridding his cock. Jeff had wrapped two of his belts around both their wrists and slipped his cock into Jared's pretty mouth.

Jesus, LA to Vancouver was too fucking far.

"Come on, Jen," no longer talking to Jeff, he could see the kid looming over their lover, whispering into sweat soaked skin. "Moan for me, moan for Jeff. All spread out and pretty for us."

The gag in Jensen's mouth was obviously more ceremonial than practical; the moan he made was loud, desperate. Jared's hand around Jensen's dick, a finger in his ass. Christ, his cell phone had video messaging right? Right? Fuck!

*

"You think he's come in his pants yet?" Jared grinned down wickedly at the man sprawled beneath him. It had taken him and Jeff the best part of a year to ease Jensen into this aspect of their sex life. Jensen had been a breasts and legs guy since Sally Green in high school. Sleeping with a man had been a change. Sleeping with two had been a revelation. Sleeping with two men who happened to like tying each other up had taken a little longer to get to grips with.

A pity really, because no one submitted quite as beautifully as Jensen did.

Jade green eyes looked up at him from beneath heavy, tear clumped lashes. Jeff's spit soaked tie did nothing more than paint a shiny black line between full lips, a symbolic representation of Jared's earlier order 'keep quiet, babe. Just those breathy little moans you make to get Jeff all hot and bothered'.

He'd already wrung two orgasms out of Jensen. Fucked him slow and smooth in the shower, then sucked him off in the bedroom, left him sated and malleable.

Then tied his wrists to the headboard with pale blue ties before he'd stopped shaking and kissed him all the way down from his nose to his toes. He pay for it tomorrow. Jensen always made him pay. Big Brother never forgot, and neither did Jensen. It would be worth it just to watch him walk like a cowboy a week into the ride.

Thumbing the volume on his phone, Jared settled more comfortably between Jensen's thighs. "How'd you want him, Jeff?" he asked, his palm warm over the fluttering muscles of Jensen's belly.

*

"How'd you want him, Jeff?"

What a fucking question! How about here, in reach?

"He's on his back?" On Jared's bed, on those god awful, bright sheets he loved so much.

"Yeah." Jared's voice was rough, low, and burned like the whiskey Jeff was downing in shots. "You want me to tie his legs?" The question was simple, absent, and Jeff could hear Jensen whine in the background. It always pissed him off when they talked like he wasn't there. Jeff figured he was justified.

"No. No." Jared could wrap those giant hands of his all the way around Jensen's calves, and there was something unquestionably hot in the way he liked to manhandle Jensen around the bed.

Jared laughed breathlessly. "I can see my come in his ass." He moaned, shivers flittering down Jeff's spine as he closed his eyes and imagined.

"Jesus…" Jeff swore in time with Jared, Jensen's moans a soft soundtrack to Jared's narration. Whiskey rejected, and cig stubbed out before he could start a fire, Jeff wrapped his hand around his dick.

Jared, with his PhD in Evil, moaned deliriously down the line. "Jesus, Jeff, you should see this. He looks so fucking pretty. You want me to put my fingers in him?"

*

Jensen wailed, arching his spine as Jared spread him wider, his ass propped up on Jared's lap, his thighs flung wide. His ass clenched with each teasing brush of Jared's fingers. He was swollen. Sore. Had been even before Jared pressed him up against the shower stall and slid in on spit and soap. This was just the last round in a weekend long knockout and when -if- Jared ever let him slip back into the real world, he'd not even have the energy to care.

"What else you got?" Jeff breathed, panting softly. Fucker was jerking off.

"Beads. Plugs. Dildos." Jared was grinning down at him like Jensen was his Christmas present, all nicely wrapped up and waiting to be played with.

"Yeah." Jeff didn't really give either of them anything to go on. He seemed happy enough just to know what Jensen was gonna get fucked one way or another.

*

Christ…Jeff was going to fuck up his wrist before they were done. Jared talked and talked, ran his mouth off like an enthusiastic kid who couldn't decide what ice cream flavor he wanted. Vanilla? Strawberry? Chocolate? Dildo? Sprinkles?

"Got your favorite." Jared chuckled brokenly, "fuck, just slips right inside him." Jeff was too busy jerking on his cock, Jensen's desperate little moans telling him more than Jared's filthy commentary. He imagined the dildo -thick, black, solid- spreading Jensen open, sliding in past muscle already slick with Jared's come. "Wish you were fucking here, man. He misses your cock, don't you baby?"

Jensen's curses were muffled and weak. He'd chew Jared a new one when he remembered how to think. Maybe that was why Jeff liked fucking him so much. He liked striping down that prickly, shy, good boy demeanor and seeing what hid beneath.

"Fuck!" Breathy little moans, soft pants…Christ, Jensen wasn't the one being worked up here. He could see it, imagine in, practically reach out and touch in the blurred reflections in the glass.

"He wants your cock, Jeff." Jared tormented them both, toppy fucker. He'd been an enthusiastic bottom, sure, but ever since Jensen had joined in the fun, some possessive caveman had surfaced inside Jared's head. When they fucked, he and Jeff seemed to get caught in a cycle of trying to out-top one another. Neanderthals, Jensen called them, when he wasn't using stronger, more insulting phrases, curled up between them both in Jared's huge bed, his ass fucked open from taking them both so deep. "He wants you in his mouth, wants you to take him, fuck his throat, don't you Jen?"

There was silence, panting, then Jensen shrieked into the phone. "Fuck! Yes! I want it, now fuck me you fucking-" The line faltered, broke, and Jeff swore on god he'd hunt them down and kill them both if they'd dropped the line right when he was so. Fucking. Close.

Jared was panting. Hard. Fuck. Jeff closed his eyes and imagined Jensen's lips wrapped around that huge, thick cock, and he came, the image in the window blurring beyond recognition.

*

Unfastening the tie had been worth it. Jared loved hearing Jensen beg, making him curse and scream, desperate for more. The dildo spread him open, pushed so deep Jared was surprised Jensen couldn't taste it. If Jeff had been there, with them, he'd have thrown it across the room and buried himself in deep. He wasn't. He was panting heavily into the phone, waiting for Jared to do something, anything.

"You want his cock, baby?" He asked, crawling up Jensen's trembling body. He ran his thumbs over Jensen's cheeks, brushing away sweat and tears. He doubted Jensen cared whose cock he got. He wanted to come, his dick hard and flushed against his belly. "You wish he were here to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"

Jensen tugged on his wrists, eyes blazed, lethargic and glowing. "Yes, I want it! Fuck me, fuck-"

Jared held his jaw with thumb and forefinger and gave Jensen what he wanted. Hot, as hot as his ass, wet and tight and so fucking perfect. He braced against the headboard, hips snapping. "God boy. So fucking good. So fucking pretty."

"Sonofabitch!" Jeff snarled across the phone, panting heavily, curses flowing like wine.

Jared pulled back. He didn't want to come. Not yet.

He sat back, leaving Jensen sucking in ragged, desperate breaths. Jared snatched up the phone, took it off speaker.

"When does your flight leave?"

"Tomorrow morning. At nine."

Jared pulled the dildo out of Jensen's ass and slid right in, smooth and easy. "Don't worry man, we'll still be here."

He hung up, Jeff's laughter the perfect companion for the high, furious sounds that left Jensen's mouth.