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The first time that Liam had met Spencer, it had been during his first semester at college.
Newly on his own (and wasn’t that a bitch?), Liam had been fresh out of the financial aid office, applying for work study and any other assistance he could get. Bitterly, he had wondered about texting Alex to see what he would say but with the gap between them growing larger and longer, Liam kept it to himself.
Liam had seen Spencer in the office, slumped in a chair outside of the office, a folder of papers on his lap and the first thing he had thought had been lip ring, pretty eyes and then Spencer had smiled at him and Liam had thought oh.
Even now, after almost three years of dating, Liam still finds himself struck silent by the bright, mischievous grin on Spencer’s face. There’s a scar from where his lip had been pierced then and the shine of a small stud in his nostril that Liam is always slightly jealous of. The light catches it as Spencer ducks his head, grimacing at his nightly shot of T.
“Can you, uh, run that one by me again?” Liam says, staring at him from the foot of the bed. Spencer looks up, arching an eyebrow. It’s been five years since they met and Liam knows all the things he’s saying by that arched eyebrow.
“You heard me, pretty boy,” Spencer says, smirking. He tosses the needle into the sharps container and washes his hands. Liam struggles for something to say as Spencer walks over, standing between Liam’s legs.
“You want to have a foursome. With Alex and Henry,” Liam says, looking up, feeling his ass heating from the electric blanket. Spencer hums softly, combing through Liam’s hair and it’s soothing but still doesn’t distract him.
“Only with defined boundaries between you and I and us and them.”
“Well, obviously.”
“You said you were interested in group sex when we talked about it last month,” Spencer points out as Liam curses softly, face growing hot. Spencer grins at him, holding him close.
“Spence. I don’t. I don’t know,” Liam says slowly. Spencer nods, turning serious and leaning down to press their lips together. Liam sighs softly, relaxing into it.
“Is it the group aspect or who I suggested?” Spencer asks, gently pushing Liam back onto the bed. Liam shifts up the mattress, the expensive one that they argued for two days over that Spencer has reluctantly admitted Liam was right about.
He thinks about it as Spencer throws a leg over Liam’s, one hand going back to Liam’s hair; his blunt nails feel good against Liam’s scalp and Liam sighs softly.
“I think I always assumed that the group sex thing would stay as a fantasy and now that there’s people you’ve thought about -”
“Whoa, pump the brakes,” Spencer says, sitting up, “I suggested them because the one time we tried something with a stranger, neither of us liked it. We know them, we trust them. It’s not that I’ve been harboring fantasies about them or anything. You know that, right, Li?”
“Oh, honey,” Liam says, shifting to pull Spencer down in a soft, easy kiss. Tension still holds Spencer taut but Liam wraps him in a hug. “I know that. I didn’t mean to imply that you had been.”
Liam waits until Spencer relaxes and he smiles into Spencer’s shoulder, kissing the soft skin there. He thinks about the hesitation that he’d had when he first met Spencer, how Spencer had been patient with him; how Spencer had been the only one he’d ever told about Alex and being halfway in love with the idea of him. He thinks of Spencer announcing, fearlessly, that he was trans, was having top surgery, and needed people to help him after the surgery all in one conversation.
He thinks of falling in love with the light in Spencer’s eyes and the consideration he gave whenever Liam plucked up the courage to speak. Liam thinks of feeling seen by someone for the first time as he discovered himself and he loves Spencer so much he thinks it could hurt.
“I love you,” Spencer says finally. Liam kisses him softly, smiling into it.
“I love you too,” Liam says. He trails kisses down Spencer’s neck and the ink sprawling across his collarbone. “Can we talk about this in a few days? I just want time to think about it.”
“We’ve got nothing but time,” Spencer says, hand sliding down to palm Liam’s ass through his sweats, “besides, fantasies are healthy.”
“If you’re going to sex therapy me, I won’t blow you,” Liam says, grinning as Spencer scoffs.
“You’re a liar, Webster,” Spencer grins, kissing Liam. It turns filthy quickly, Liam rolling his hips into Spencer’s thigh, sighing into the kiss as Spencer straddles him.
“Am I?” Liam teases breathlessly, arching up to grind their dicks together. Spencer moans, bearing down harder against Liam. Liam’s skin itches in that feeling that he associates with sex with Spencer; the rightness that sings through his blood.
Spencer grins down at him, rocking their hips together in a tease. “Can I tell you what I was thinking?”
“In general or something specific?” Liam asks, just to be a smartass. He laughs when Spencer scowls and hisses at the pinch Spencer administers to his nipple. Spencer grins when Liam rubs his hand over his chest.
“Christ, your fingers,” Liam complains. He grins though and reaches up, tugging Spencer down with a finger hooked in the collar of his shirt, kissing him messily. Spit smears across their lips and chins and Liam moans softly at the feeling, a shiver under his skin. “Tell me what you were thinking, honey.”
The soft, punched out sound that Spencer lets out is always worth it and Liam grins up until Spencer places a hand on Liam’s chest, holding him in place. Liam goes still, looking up at him and the sight of his flushed cheeks and blown pupils catches him like they always do.
“I want us to come just like this. And I want to tell you all the things I want to see you do to someone else.”
“Just someone else or someone else in particular?” Liam asks, breathless. Wanting Spencer is the same background radiation of his life as much as being from Texas is. It’s written into his DNA, to the very molecules of his being, and Spencer grins at him in a way that makes his stomach swoop, like they’ve gone down a big hill. Spencer grinds his dick into Liam’s, dirty and rough and Liam tilts his head back, groaning.
“I want to see you fuck Alex. Just sinking into him and making him moan your name,” Spencer says breathlessly. Liam gasps like a fish out of water, pulling air into his lungs in slow sips, hips arching up as Spencer laughs; obviously pleased.
“Jesus, Spence.”
“You’ve got the most amazing thighs, baby, but his ass is a gift,” Spencer teases, sitting up and pulling his shirt off. Liam slides his hands along Spencer’s sides, bracketing his rib cage and the sprawling tattoo across his chest. Spencer has decorated himself for all the ways he wanted to be and is becoming and Liam loves the feeling of seeing this man come to life before him as he always is.
“Should have - ah! - had to endure it during lacrosse workouts,” Liam says, laughing. Spencer snorts, shuddering as he rocks his hips against Liam’s.
“Yeah? Got you all hot and bothered?” Spencer asks, grinning when Liam groans, rolling his eyes. Spencer sits up on his knees, wiggling his sweats down below his ass and doing the same to Liam’s.
“Oh, yeah. It buttered my biscuit just right,” Liam jokes, affecting a breathy Southern accent, less Texas and more Scarlett O’Hara, just to make Spencer cackle. His thighs are soft and covered in coarse hair, more than Liam himself has, and Liam drags his nails through it lightly, watching Spencer shudder.
“First of all,” Spencer says through laughter, “That’s still the worst fucking phrase I’ve ever heard.”
“You, of all people, should know to not issue a challenge like that to me,” Liam says as Spencer leans down, kissing Liam hard, biting at his lower lip. Liam whines at the sudden change, relaxing into the pillows as Spencer settles their dicks together. Liam looks down between them, groaning at the sight of Spencer’s dick, slick with fluid and straining against Liam’s own.
“Close already, Spence?” Liam asks, arching his hips up with a hitching gasp.
“If you wanted to be gagged, pretty boy, you could have just asked,” Spencer says easily, a smirk on his face and Liam has to close his eyes at the sight, groaning. He shivers at the thought and Spencer thrusts his dick against Liam’s slowly.
“Second of all,” Spencer says, picking up as if there hadn’t been any interruptions. “I’ve heard about y’all’s mutual jerk-off sessions, don’t tell me it wasn’t doing it for you.”
“Well,” Liam says, opening his eyes to watch Spencer’s face flush as he gets closer and closer to his peak, “I did promise to not lie to you. But what would you get out of a. A foursome?”
“Aside from exploring a mutual fantasy? I want to fuck Henry while you fuck Alex. Or be fucked by you while we watch them fuck,” Spencer says, grinding his hips in a dirty, aching circle that draws everything in Liam tight as Liam groans.
“God, Spence,” Liam gasps out, “keep going, honey. Take what you need.”
Liam feels like the sun is shining on him, prickling his skin with that tight feeling; just on the edge of a sunburn as Spencer thrusts sharply against Liam’s dick. He’s leaking over them both and the feeling hooks behind Liam’s navel with want; Liam watches Spencer as he falls over the edge.
Spencer goes still, thighs shaking hard and hips jerking wildly against Liam, a moan from the pit of his stomach echoing around their bedroom as he comes. Liam never gets tired of it - the scent, the feeling of Spencer’s spunk all over him and the shuddery whine that Spencer always makes.
His dick is covered in Spencer’s come and Liam can’t stop his desperate moan when Spencer wraps a hand around his dick. Spencer leans down, kissing him hard as he jerks Liam off and it isn’t long before Liam spills over Spencer’s fist with a sob. Liam’s chest heaves as they collapse together, Liam smearing a kiss over Spencer’s mouth and chin, sighing heavily.
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Spencer is waffling over wines when Liam finds him in the grocery store. He’s got two bottles of what look like identical wines in his hand and Liam puts the requested queso fresco into the cart as he peers over Spencer’s shoulder.
“You know that Alex is just going to make some nasty ass sangria with it, right?” Liam asks, grinning when Spencer scowls. Liam presses a quick kiss to Spencer’s cheek, grinning when Spencer sighs gustily. His black hair flutters with the air and Liam takes a second to look at the bottles.
“I just want to, you know, make a good impression,” Spencer says, wrinkling his nose. Liam laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with a grin.
“Honey, I once watched this kid eat a glue stick on a dare. I think we’ll survive his palette on this one,” Liam says, reaching out and gently taking both bottles from his hand. They go into the cart and Liam feels pleased when Spencer brightens.
“Maybe I don’t want to impress him,” Spencer says as Liam laughs. They bicker through checkout, Spencer arranging the groceries in the way that makes the most sense to him and Liam watches with a smile.
Spencer had been unexpected, even as a friend in college but Liam always thinks about how kissing him for the first time felt right. It still thrills him down to his toes and it isn’t until they’re in the car that Liam gives in. He pulls Spencer into a deep, soft kiss, taking the time to pour his feelings into it and smiles when Spencer hums, pleased.
“Hi,” Spencer says breathlessly, smiling. Liam sighs softly, kissing Spencer again, just taking his time before pressing their foreheads together.
“Hey there,” Liam says, breathing him in as they separate and head to the lake house that Liam knows Alex and June’s Dad owns. He’s surprised by the stop of security officers, their names being checked off and he and Spencer exchange a glance; half amused, half horrified.
“I cannot wait to give him shit about this,” Liam says, pulling up beside a familiar jeep with a grin. Spencer swats his arm and snorts, gathering their grocery bags.
“Don’t be an ass,” Spencer says with a grin, slipping out of the car. Liam grins, throwing an arm around his shoulders and kisses the corner of his mouth, stepping up onto the porch.
“It’s part of my charm, honey.”
“I don’t remember insults being part of your charm,” Alex calls out from the doorway, grinning broadly. Nearby, Henry snorts loudly, arching an eyebrow.
“Alex, I coulda hit you with your own jeep and you still wouldn’t have understood any charm being thrown your way,” Liam says, grinning when Alex splutters. Henry hides his face with a grin and Spencer rolls his eyes.
“Don’t let him bully you,” Spencer says, “It took him almost a year to realize that the outings I suggested were dates.”
“In my defense!” Liam protests, laughing and nudging at Spencer, “You never said they were dates! You never said.”
Spencer scoffs dramatically, pulling the two bottles of red wine out of his tote and handing them over to Alex. “Darling, I called you ‘pretty boy’ for the first two years we knew each other. I tried to take you on romantic picnics. I talked you through your first blo-”
“Okay!” Liam says, face heating up and Spencer’s devilish little grin is obnoxiously attractive. Spencer beams at him, pulling him into a hug as Alex and Henry exchange grins.
“Tell me we were better than that,” Alex teases, pouting up at Henry. Henry rolls his eyes, shoving him off the counter with a grin.
“Shall I remind you that I was into you since Rio and you still didn’t figure it out after seven months of-”
“You know what, who wants sangria?” Alex asks, spinning quickly as Henry snorts. Spencer gets pulled into conversation with Alex as they chop fruit and Liam sits at the bar, watching Alex listening intently. He shakes his head fondly, letting his eyes take in Spencer being the captivating person that Liam’s always known. Liam knows that his affection is probably all over his face as Henry slips in at the bar beside Liam.
“If you’re planning on avoiding whatever concoction that sangria will be, can I get you a drink?” Henry asks. Liam snorts, nodding.
“Bless his heart, I don’t trust him with red wine.”
“I heard that!” Alex calls out over his shoulder.
“You were meant to,” Liam drawls, grinning. Spencer turns his head over his shoulder and grins at Liam, all mischief just like always. Liam winks at him, pursing his lips in a kiss as Spencer rolls his eyes, cheeks flushing.
“How long have you guys been together?” Henry asks, sitting beside Liam. He hands a glass of whiskey over and Liam hums softly. He isn’t sure where Henry’s stored this bit of information but he finds it’s the same comfort as Alex remembering his coffee order all these years later. Henry’s own drink, a gin and tonic, has been refreshed as Liam turns to look at him a little easier.
“Just over three years. Known each other a couple years longer than that, though,” Liam says, sipping at his whiskey with a sigh. “Met at college. I’d just been kicked out of my parents house and was applying for any aid I could get at UT and there he was.”
“I was in trouble for an off-campus protest,” Spencer interjects with a grin. Alex holds his hand up and they high-five eagerly, grinning to the other. Liam and Henry share a look and Liam grins into his whiskey, snickering.
“Alex, ah, mentioned that you’d been kicked out,” Henry says. He stirs his gin and tonic with the straw slowly. “Sometimes I think if I had been anybody else, my Gran would have done the same.”
“Family’s fuckin’ weird and mine isn’t even nobility,” Liam says, knocking his knee into Henry’s. Henry smiles sadly and nods.
“I’m sure you read all about her in the leak,” Henry says hesitantly. Liam watches his expression go carefully blank; guilt creeps through his chest and he clears his throat. He rubs a hand over his chin and nods slowly.
“I. Didn’t intend to. But then Alex called me and had obviously been doing some thinking and when they dropped,” Liam’s tongue gets tangled and he takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I was just looking to see if my name had been mentioned but I kept reading. Which, I acknowledge, is a shit thing to do and I am sorry for that.”
“Thank you,” Alex says softly, meeting Liam’s eyes. Henry’s head stays ducked for a moment and Spencer crosses his arms after a moment. It makes his arms bulge nicely and Liam takes a moment to enjoy the familiar sight.
“I didn’t read them. At least, no more than was talked about on the news. I don’t say that as virtue signaling or anything, but I didn’t. What I’m trying to say, I guess, is if you’d like to talk about awful family members, Liam and I are here to listen,” Spencer says slowly. His words are careful and measured and Liam loves him so much he could burst. He watches Henry take in Spencer’s words all the same and a soft smile crosses his face.
“I used to mind so much, back when it first happened. That our words were out there and that so much of me was out there,” Henry says. Spencer squeezes Henry’s shoulder as he comes to stand behind Liam.
Liam leans back into his arms, Spencer’s head pressed against his as Henry picks through his words. Alex busies himself at the stove but Liam can see his soft smile as Henry speaks; it warms Liam, to see this Alex - the one who was always there but pushed aside because of negligent parents and an overwhelming need to be better.
“What changed?” Liam asks, tilting his head to press a light kiss against Spencer’s jaw. Henry laughs softly.
“I was at an advocacy event and a couple of people, my age and older, started telling me that seeing someone like me - a royal - felt like they did was comforting. It was sort of a revelation, you know? I could help someone be less lonely. So Alex and I came up with a strategy with his Mum’s communications team and the Firm’s own and it helped to take the agency back from it,” Henry says.
“Constantly referencing queer authors and books didn’t hurt either,” Alex drawls with a grin.
“Yes, I was rather fond of when Buzzfeed tried to suggest that I was stepping out on you with Harry Styles because we were both seen carrying copies of My Policeman,” Henry says, dry as the desert. Liam snorts, outright laughing when Henry looks pleased with himself. Spencer starts talking to him about the book and Liam looks over to meet Alex’s eyes watching him.
“You know that I would have. I’d have told you. If you needed to worry or whatever,” Alex says. He looks less pleased than he did, eyes serious and Liam wonders over the tempering that Henry’s brought to him and it makes Liam smile a little.
“I know. I think I needed to see for myself. You called me out of the blue and it was like. Christ, Alex,” Liam says, laughing wryly, “You coulda knocked me over with a feather. It wasn’t bad, It was just surprising.”
“Surprising that I called or?”
“Surprising that you finally realized that what we did wasn’t just between a couple of bros,” Liam says frankly, watching as Alex lets out a sharp laugh, eyes going wide. Liam grins, laughing with him. It’s not the first time that they’ve had a similar conversation but it’s the first time that Alex has finally relaxed about it and it feels like a turn of the tide or something.
It’s late when they end up out in the yard, the fire from the firepit casting all of them in golden syrupy light under a dark sky. It feels like a night for secrets and Liam thinks it’s why he asks, Spencer’s hand a gentle pressure on his thigh.
“So, Alex, I have a question,” Liam says, eyes taking in the shadow of Alex’s eyelashes and the soft gleam of Henry’s smile in the firelight. Crickets and cicadas nearby form a familiar soundtrack and it could be any summer from when Liam was a teenager and still had the conditional love of his parents. He can smell Spencer’s aftershave just under the scent of woodsmoke and the peaty notes lingering on his own tongue as Alex meets his from across the fire.
“I might have an answer.”
“Why did you call that day?” Liam asks, wrinkling his face for a moment, “Not that I have a problem, I just. I guess I wondered if it was something beyond, like, self-reflection.”
“Oh god, no, it’s so stupid,” Alex moans, laughing when Henry snickers into his gin and tonic. Henry grins broadly at him and Spencer.
“Well, you see. I lost my mind at New Year’s and kissed him-”
“And then ran, you little shit!”
“And wasn’t talking to him,” Henry says, he stirs his straw through his rapidly melting ice in thought. He hums and laughs again, “And you know how much Alex loves that, I’m sure.”
Liam snickers into Spencer’s hair, watching Alex’s grin and eye roll as Henry warms to his topic. Henry’s sweet like this, Liam thinks idly, lit up from more than the glow of the fire and one hand caught between Alex’s. There’s a shine to his hair as he clears his throat.
“So I went back to England, determined to forget about some mouthy American I’d been nursing a crush on for literal years and I agreed to go out on a PR date with some model or something. Anything to get photographed and distract anybody who might have thoughts that an heir to the British throne might be queerer than Sir Elton John himself,” Henry says, he sucks down the last of his gin and tonic through the straw, clearing his throat after, “Given the amount of NDAs that were signed while I was at Oxford, it’s surprising that she didn’t marry me off halfway through my degree, honestly.”
“So, after seeing him photographed with this woman, I realized that. Maybe my response wasn’t, uh, very straight. And it just. I dunno, made sense to call you,” Alex says finally.
“Back to the source, I like it,” Spencer says, grinning as Alex splutters, cracking up. Liam laughs and attempts to hiss Spencer’s name, cheeks flushing. Alex reaches over and high fives Spencer who’s got his hand held up, smug as shit and Liam loves him so much.
“Honestly, that was my thought at the time.”
“There’s absolutely no way I was the source,” Liam says, snorting, “I saw your little shrine to Raf Luna, okay?”
“That,” Alex splutters, mouth open as Henry lists to the side, laughing without sound. “That was just. Admiration.”
“Admiration of how hot he was and is, sure,” Liam drawls, Spencer’s fingertips tracing over Liam’s own hand and there’s something more than just exciting about winding Alex up like this. “Hey, it’s okay, man. You can admit to your crush on Luna. He’s hot for an older guy.”
“I,” Alex says, trying not to laugh, “I did not have a crush on Raf Luna.”
“Hey, admiration and attraction is a fine line,” Spencer says, grinning, “This is a safe space, Alex.”
“I hate you all so much,” Alex says without heat, finally starting to laugh as Henry kisses his neck grinning broadly.
“I did that a lot when I finally got into UT,” Liam says, “I couldn’t distinguish what was wanting to be friends with someone and wanting to be with someone. I met Spencer and he taught me a lot. Met a lot of his friends and learned more.”
“College was eye-opening,” Henry nods. “Like, aside from the general, being away from family, which I had already done at Eton, there was a different freedom. Knowing Pez, of course, helped. It’s hard to convince yourself that the closet is the place for you when you know him.”
“Honestly, I looked for a lot of things from a lot of people and none of them was what I needed. I don’t regret any of it, certainly, but. I think about what I would have been like if I didn’t dislike my own queerness so much then,” Liam says. His hand shakes briefly but Spencer stills it with a soft series of taps. It’s their own signal, the one that Liam uses when something’s too much in or out of the bedroom and he smiles softly.
“I wish you would have told me your parents kicked you out,” Alex says softly. “I know that, like. I probably couldn’t have really done anything but. I dunno.”
“I should have probably said something. But it honestly just hurt too much to talk about and then we kept on not talking. And I wasn’t making the smartest decisions. It wasn’t you as much as it was you,” Liam says, picking up a stick and breaking it into pieces. He tosses them one by one into the fire as he talks, unable to look up at Alex. He doesn’t want to see pity, doesn’t want to feel like he did at eighteen; so angry that he’d nearly wrapped his truck around a tree before he made it to a friend’s house.
“When you think you don’t deserve anything, you look for whatever scraps you can get,” Henry says gently. His eyes are turned to the sky and Alex holds onto his hand, the way that Spencer holds onto Liam’s. “Sometimes it’s risky behavior, sometimes it’s walling yourself off until you can’t feel anything.”
“Sometimes it’s all of it,” Spencer says. They all laugh softly and Alex uses a poker to disturb the fire. It’s close to going out, the flames not as high but the warmth is still there and Liam likes the feeling he has, sitting like this around it.
“Man, I feel like I missed out on some college experience,” Alex says, kissing Henry lightly, a smile pulling at his lips. “But I guess an international sex scandal makes up for it.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Liam says, grinning to show he isn’t serious. Alex laughs and complains right as Liam starts throwing small sticks at him. They go back and forth until Henry and Alex are laughing as much as Liam and Spencer. Liam knows how long it’s taken Alex to get to the point that he can make these glib comments, the security in this group of them that lets him do this. Liam turns slightly, smiling still as he wraps an arm around Spencer.
Spencer shifts, clearing his throat and grabbing Liam’s hand gently.
“Since this is a safe space - “
“Which you declared,” Liam interjects, kissing Spencer’s jaw, grinning into the skin there.
“Which I did declare, thank you, sweetheart,” Spencer says, preening. Butterflies take off in Liam’s gut, the kind that makes him want to put his hand over Spencer’s mouth and not let any of it out. But Spencer soothes his hand with soft, gentle, strokes of his fingertips. “I have a little confession.”
“Oh my god, Spencer, that’s the worst way to say this!” Liam blurts out, rubbing a hand over his face, laughing, “It’s so ominous, Jesus, babe.”
“Oh my god, stop, let me finish,” Spencer says, grinning and tugging on Liam’s hands. “You can tell us to shut up, you can say thanks but no, any answer is okay. But Liam and I have been talking and were wondering what your thoughts on, ah, groups were.”
Liam watches it wash over Alex’s face, his brow wrinkling as he blinks at them. Alex stares at them, as if he’s been confronted with algebra for the first time since Mr. Sommers’ class in Freshman year. Liam presses a kiss to Spencer’s hands; wondering if it’s too late to tell Alex and Henry that they’re just joking right up until Henry shifts, leaning forward, clearing his throat.
“In general or for,” Henry hesitates, looking at Alex and Liam can see it dawning on Alex slowly but surely, “us specifically?”
“Both?” Liam says, restraining a grimace as Henry hums thoughtfully. Alex is blinking rapidly and Liam feels like laughing hysterically. It’s the way he felt when Spencer had first kissed him; this bubbling effervescent feeling that swept him away. Spencer holds himself carefully, thumb sweeping over Liam’s hand as Alex looks between the three of them.
“I’m. Sorry. I’m not judging, I’m just, uh, confused, I guess?” Alex says, grimacing. Henry kisses his hair and clears his throat.
“It isn’t a thing. Unless it is a thing,” Liam stammers out, making a face as Spencer chokes off a snicker. “Sorry, it’s. Spencer and I enjoy experimenting in a lot of ways and that isn’t for everyone.”
“No, I. Yeah, I figured from all of that. And I know it’s a thing that people do and I support you but uh, how. How does that work, exactly?”
“Well, sometimes a couple thinks it’d be fun to get off with each other and someone else. It can be a fantasy that stays a fantasy or it can be one that a couple can see if they can find like-minded individuals for,” Spencer explains. Liam shifts, pulling Spencer to him with a smile, chest pounding from nerves, from love, and everything in between.
“Are you asking how it works theoretically or actually?” Henry asks, looking at Alex. Alex relaxes into him and Liam allows himself to relax slowly as Alex sighs.
“Nah, theory is uh. Pretty clear,” Alex says, rubbing at his chin and Liam wonders, idly, if he’s blushing. “Obviously, I know just from hearing Pez talk about their exploits that it’s a lot of uh, negotiation. But actually, yeah. How would it work?”
“Well, with a large enough bed and clear consent from everyone, pretty easily,” Henry says absently; he freezes from where he’s been adding a few other small sticks to the fire. His eyes have gone wide and Liam would bet that if they were in regular light, he’d be bright red. There’s a strangled laugh from someone and Liam thinks it’s from Spencer; a particular little wheeze that he makes and Liam watches as Alex’s shoulders start to shake slowly. Liam covers his mouth, hoping he can stop grinning long enough
“Something,” Alex tries, a snicker breaking through as Henry lets out a laughing moan, hiding his face, “Something you wanna tell me, baby?”
“Go away,” Henry groans, an embarrassed grin on his face as he slides down in the chair as Alex tries and pulls his hands away from his face. Spencer makes a strangled noise, a guffaw exploding from him as Alex breaks.
Liam’s laughing before he can stop himself, the cackle that he used to try and hide from people in college before Spencer had pulled him out of his shell. Spencer’s draped over Liam’s side, shaking every so often with chuckles as Alex starts laughing harder after a whispered conversation.
“Baby, if they can ask us for an orgy, you can tell us all about your Oxford days,” Alex says, grinning. He’s crawled into Henry’s lap and Liam snorts loudly.
“Oh my god,” Liam chokes out, rubbing a hand over his face with a laugh. “You sure do have a way with words, Alex.”
“Hey, he’s the English major, not me,” Alex says, grinning as Henry shakes his head, propping his forehead on Alex’s shoulder.
“I told him,” Henry says, lifting his head and rolling his eyes fondly, “that technically an orgy needs five people.”
“Wow, they teach so much more at Oxford than I thought,” Spencer says, cackling when Henry makes a face and flips him off, grinning. He looks boyish and handsome like this; Alex perched in his lap and both of the comfortable in the way of people who’ve been together for a while are. Liam thinks (hopes) that he and Spencer look the same.
“Maybe we should have this conversation inside,” Henry says, shaking his head.
They tamp out the fire, Liam and Henry doing all the work while Spencer and Alex get drawn into some conversation; their laughter is warm and welcoming but part of Liam still feels like they should be concerned.
“Do you think we should plan for their eventual takeover?” Henry muses, wobbling on his feet as he collects his glass and Alex’s empty bottle. Liam snorts, reaching out to take his arm and steady him. It pulls Henry closer than Liam had intended, his arm warm and firm in Liam’s grip and he smells of woodsmoke and something grassy and clean. They’re not quite the same height; Henry is only an inch or so taller and Liam clears his throat softly, smiling.
“They’ll probably be benevolent overlords, at least,” Liam says as Henry snorts. Liam lets him go slowly but Henry nods and pats his shoulder gently.
They make their way back up to the house, Spencer and Henry talking about the shelters that Henry’s been opening; Spencer offering his services as a crisis counselor. Henry goes bright at that - Spencer too - their tones growing more and more excited as they slip in through the sliding door.
“Do you guys do this a lot?” Alex asks as they all wince at the too-bright light of the den. Liam looks at him, blinking briefly before it dawns on him what Alex is asking.
“Not with people we know,” Liam says after a long moment. He debates about what might be too much and thinks, with a snort, that too much might have gone straight into the fire, “We’ve tried it with people we don’t know. It doesn’t always work. But Spence and I, we’re. It isn’t about our relationship or whatever, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No, hey,” Alex says, shaking his head. He touches Liam’s arm; just a brief check-in that Liam knows he picked up from his Dad and Liam props his elbows on the island that he’d been sitting at earlier. “I’m not making assumptions. I’m just, uh. Henry and I are both kind of jealous people, I guess.”
“Oh,” Liam says, rolling his lips to keep from smiling. “I mean, that is part of the fun of it. Spencer and I aren’t really jealous when we’ve tried anything with other partners in the past. But the affirmation of us after is, uh. A lot of fun.”
“Oh, that’s always my favorite part: coming back to you,” Spencer says, slipping over and wrapping his arms around Liam from behind. His cheek rests on the back of Liam’s shoulder, warm and familiar. Liam hums in agreement, folding his hands over Spencer’s on his chest as Alex drifts over to Henry. They’re closer than they were out at the fire and it helps, in some way.
“Spencer was telling me about the last time you guys tried something like this,” Henry says, biting at his lip. Liam cranes his head to the side, meeting Spencer’s eyes. Spencer shrugs, the motion rocking Liam forward.
“Physically, there was a connection there. He was hot but he wasn't interested in us both the way that he said that he was,” Liam says as Spencer makes a rude noise.
“Some men are fine with trans men as a concept but not in practice,” Spencer says. He moves from behind Liam to sit in one of the chairs there at the bar, watching Alex and Henry. “Also, both Liam and I like for there to be more of an emotional connection before we consider anything else.”
“So when you say emotional connection,” Alex says, trailing off.
“Just that we like to know the people we invite into anything we do. Nothing romantic, just not strangers. I use the label demisexual more than Liam does. And, obviously, someone who isn’t against me being trans,” Spencer says. He glances over at Henry and Liam wonders what their conversation was like, the gentle tones they’d been talking in before they came into the house.
“If you say yes,” Liam says, stomach dropping briefly, like he’s on a rollercoaster, “And I know that ‘if’ is a big one, but. It doesn’t mean anything beyond sex. Sure, we’re friends but there’s no feelings about anybody other than our own partners.”
“So we could say some things are off the table,” Alex says, looking between Liam and Spencer and back to Henry. Liam and Spencer nod.
“Alex,” Liam says, grinning a little as Alex looks at him. There’s a hint of pink on his cheeks and Henry’s watching him intently. Something precognizant zips up Liam’s spine and Spencer’s fingertips dipping under the back of Liam’s shirt, “If you want to make a list of things that are on the table and things that aren’t, you can definitely do that.”
“You’re such a sneaky bastard, Webster,” Alex says, laughing. He leans into Henry and nods slowly, “But I can accept that. Can you give us a couple of days to talk it out?”
“Absolutely,” Liam says, grinning.
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In the end, it’s a week and a half before Spencer drives them back to Henry and Alex’s, grinning. They don’t bring wine with them this time but Spencer has a bag twisted around his wrist when they walk up to the porch.
“Knock knock,” Liam calls out, stepping through the open sliding door. He and Spencer kick their shoes off at the doorway, the way that they did the other night and it could be any other time they’ve been over.
Just, Liam thinks, with the promise of impending sex.
“In here!” Henry calls out, voice carrying from down the hall. Spencer follows Liam as they pad down; enjoying cool tile on their bare feet. Spencer’s hand is soft in his and when they step into the open door, Liam isn’t sure what he expects.
It certainly isn’t Henry in a plush robe and Alex nowhere to be found.
“Now, correct me if I’m wrong,” Liam drawls, just to see Henry’s reaction, “but there’s supposed to be some other guy here too, right?”
“Hmm, quite. Somebody,” Henry says, raising his voice with a grin, “Thought they had enough time for some last minute case prep and forgot the other prep they were supposed to be doing.”
“Don’t rush me!” Alex calls out from the bathroom's closed door, “I’m almost done!”
“Here, you can sit down, don’t mind my books,” Henry says, grimacing as he clears off the few books and notepads from the bed. His robe parts over a long leg and Liam glances down, taking in the soft, golden hair that’s barely visible in the room.
“I brought some things,” Spencer says, holding up his bag. “I figured you guys had condoms and lube but I brought a brand Liam and I really like and some dental dams.”
“Oh, well done, you,” Henry says, grinning. Spencer settles onto the bed, knee brushing Henry’s as Liam sits on the edge of the bed, closest to Spencer.
“Didn’t think about dental dams?” Liam asks as Henry hums, digging around in the drawer closest to his side of the bed.
“Yes and no. Told myself I was going to order some more but I didn’t. We have one left but God knows how old it is,” Henry says, making a face. Liam laughs at that, relaxing onto the bed as Spencer drags Liam onto the bed further.
“You having fun manhandling me, honey?” Liam asks, grinning as Spencer gooses him. It’s familiar as anytime they’re in bed together and Liam’s stomach twists with excitement rather than nerves.
“Always, pretty boy,” Spencer says, kissing Liam lightly. Liam hums, shifting down so that he’s reclined against Spencer’s chest, elbow on the bed between Spencer and Henry’s knees, this little thrill of getting closer to Henry. It's that crossing of the taboo that makes Liam’s breath catch when Henry shifts closer to Liam and Spencer
“What’s this from?” Henry asks, reaching over and touching a fingertip to a familiar shiny scar that lines Liam’s left collarbone. He shivers at the touch, heart pounding hard as he looks up at Spencer and Henry.
“I would love to tell you that it’s something cool but honestly, I was probably nineteen and I went to a show, tried to mosh, broke my collarbone in the second song and needed surgery,” Liam says, laughing. Spencer snorts, combing through Liam’s hair lightly.
“Do I want to know what a mosh pit is?” Henry asks, arching an eyebrow Spencer rolls his eyes with a crooked grin.
“Probably not,” Spencer says, laughing, “It’s a bunch of people at a show throwing themselves at each other in a circle.”
“Dear lord,” Henry says faintly as the door to the bathroom opens.
“I’m sorry, I could swear I just heard Liam say that he was at a mosh pit,” Alex says. He climbs onto the bed, back to the foot of the bed so he faces the three of them. His legs slide over Henry’s lap, one on either side of Henry’s waist. Liam swallows over the feeling of once familiar warm skin against his arm and when he looks up at Spencer, all he can see is hunger and a soft smile.
“Yeah, turns out I had some teenage angst going on,” Liam dryly as Alex snorts. Liam doesn’t think about being a teenager, doesn’t think about being crushed together on a twin bed with Alex, sides pressed together with something swirling through his chest that he didn’t want to name then.
“I could apologize for that,” Alex says easily, meeting Liam’s eyes steadily. Henry’s hand is on Alex’s calf, thumb swiping through the dark hair there and Liam swallows hard, looking up at Spencer. Spencer’s smile grows a little mischievous and he leans down, kissing Liam upside down as Liam laughs into it.
“Why don’t we ever do the Spiderman kiss?” Alex jokes to Henry as Liam pulls away. He catches Henry’s fond eye-roll as he uses the lapel of Alex’s robe to pull him up. They kiss slowly and lazily as Liam and Spencer watch.
“Because you laugh every single time you try,” Henry says, grinning. He nudges Alex and when Liam meets Henry’s eyes, he can’t help the soft inhale that he lets out.
“I mean, we’ve got a fifty-fifty shot of laughter too, if we’re honest,” Spencer says, urging Liam away just a little. Liam snorts as he shifts into more of a sitting position. It puts his chest almost flush with Alex’s arm and he’s so close that he can smell the curl creme that Alex must use.
“Oh, but laughter in bed is so much fun,” Henry says and Liam wants to watch them flirt, Spencer creeping closer to Henry and he knows it’s probably gorgeous as everything that Spencer does is.
Instead, Liam can’t bring himself to look away from Alex and he swallows hard, throat clicking lightly as Alex laughs, ducking his head.
“If this is going to be weird,” Alex starts before Liam shakes his head. He slides his hand along the side of Alex’s face, feeling smooth and freshly shaven skin. He mourns the loss of what would have been some spectacular beard burn before he brushes their noses together.
“Can I?” Liam asks. His voice feels rough, like they’ve just played a game of lacrosse, yelling directions to each other. Alex exhales shakily, the breath wafting over Liam’s lips as he nods.
“Yeah,” Alex says.
Their lips slide together and it’s easy, all of a sudden. All the conversations that have stretched between the four of them over the last week fall away and Liam sighs into the kiss, opening his mouth for Alex. The first touch of their tongues pulls a soft moan from Liam and he can’t be bothered to feel anything other than excitement at the feeling.
Alex turns towards him and Liam slides an arm around his waist, holding them close as he kisses Alex and tastes nothing but mint and spit. Alex hums, a buzzing of Liam’s lips sending a shiver down his spine as Alex’s hands tangle in Liam’s hair.
“No pulling, right?” Alex asks, pulling back briefly. Liam nods, feeling Alex’s hand flatten against his scalp.
“That’s right,” Liam says, pressing their lips together. Liam uses his hands to cup Alex’s face, kissing him deeper and deeper, feeling Alex strain up into it, moaning softly. “‘s good, Alex.”
Alex moans at the praise and Liam smiles into another kiss as he feels the bed shift. He expects to feel Spencer at his back, to feel soft, wet lips against his neck or shoulder. Instead, he feels Henry, his broad hands bracketing Liam’s sides.
“He likes being good,” Henry says, softly, into Liam’s ear. It makes Liam shiver hard as he tilts his head back, feeling Henry’s soft robe and warm skin. Spencer’s laughing softly from his place behind Alex, soft nipping kisses along the curve of Alex’s neck that Liam knows exactly how they feel.
“He finally admit that one?” Liam asks Henry, grinning when Henry laughs. Henry’s breath is warm against Liam’s ear and neck, another shiver pulling everything tight when Henry’s hand slides beneath Liam’s shirt.
“Mm, took some time but he even admitted it to himself,” Henry says. Liam turns his head, pulling Henry into a kiss. It’s sharper than the one he had with Alex, more teeth and the urge for a reaction as Liam moans softly into it. Liam tries to turn in Henry’s arms, wanting to feel more of him but Henry bites at Liam’s lower lip, hand sliding up Liam’s shirt to thumb at one of his nipples.
Liam hisses, pulling away to tilt his head back onto Henry’s shoulder. He tries to keep his eyes open but Henry seems to know exactly how Liam likes it. His fingers pinching and rolling Liam’s nipples as Liam moans softly, pushing his chest into the touch.
“Naked,” Spencer says, breathless. Liam looks over at Spencer, his grin hazy with kiss-bitten lips and Alex’s robe is pushed down his shoulders. “We should all get naked.”
“God, you’ve got great ideas, Spence” Alex says, grinning as the four of them hurry to shuck their clothes off and to the floor. Liam takes a moment to cast his eyes over Alex’s body, a hand sliding across his hip where a few letters are inked in black handwriting. Alex lays a hand over Liam’s and glances at Henry with a grin.
Henry slides a hand over the ink that drapes over Spencer’s collarbone and chest. It sits above his top surgery scars, a geometric bird in flight, trailing stardust. Liam watches Henry’s face soften at the sight and he wants to tell him Me too. Liam grins, meeting Spencer’s eyes.
“Thank you, Alex,” Spencer says, grinning, as he leans over to pull Liam into a breathless, achingly hard kiss that thrills Liam down to his toes more than anything else. Liam moans softly, scratching his nails over Spencer’s back, feeling his shudder.
“Anything in particular we should know?” Henry asks, reaching over Liam to trail the edge of his nail along one top surgery scar. Liam grins, knowing that Henry doesn’t know how much Spencer enjoys that and he grinds his ass back against Henry’s dick when Spencer moans, loud and sudden. Liam meets Alex’s eyes with a grin when Henry gasps softly.
“Keep doing that, Jesus, Henry,” Spencer says, laughing. His skin has pulled into goosebumps and Liam watches Spencer reach back for Alex’s hand. It pulls Alex up and Alex knee-walks to press against Spencer’s back, grinning.
“In case I forget to say this, y’all both are so hot,” Alex says. Liam laughs, leaning over to kiss Alex, grinning when Spencer nips at his neck.
“Mutual,” Liam says, pulling back and watching Spencer take one of Alex’s hands and one of Henry’s in his. A shiver passes from Liam into Henry as Spencer guides their hands down to his bottom growth.
“Dick, cock, hole. I’m fine with those. If I ask for anything in my front, I’ll need lube. I get pretty wet if I’m worked up enough,” Spencer says, breath hitching sharply when Henry hums, grazing the back of his knuckles against his dick.
“So does Alex,” Henry says, approvingly. Liam groans, watching Henry gently start to jerk Spencer off, following the rocking movement of Spencer’s hips. Alex’s hand rubs the thatch of hair above Spencer’s cock gently and firmly and Liam moans, just watching.
Spencer moans, throaty and high, arching back into Alex, sighing. He turns his head, kissing Alex firmly and Liam reaches behind himself, curling a hand around Henry’s dick. It jumps in his hand and Henry moans deeply at the feeling.
“He's pretty, isn't he?” Spencer asks, tilting his head back against Alex's. Liam shivers, meeting Alex’s eyes; the heat there rocks Liam to his core as Henry pulls his hand away from Spencer. His hand is tacky when he curls it around Liam’s dick - tacky from Spencer, Liam thinks with a low groan. He rocks into Henry’s hand with a gasp.
“He's always been pretty,” Alex says, cheeks flushing. Spencer hums, soft and musical and Liam shivers as Henry rubs his thumb over Liam’s slit.
“You should see him sucking cock,” Spencer says, grinning when Liam and Alex moan in tandem. Liam shivers hard in Henry's arms, mouth falling open. “He loves it. His eyes get all hazy and he gives right in like he was made for it.”
Liam hears Spencer’s breath hitch and he watches Alex grinding his hips into Spencer, pinning him in place with a hand over his dick. Spencer's voice lowers and Liam knows - like he knows that Spencer hates doing dishes and loves being held - that he's telling Alex about him. Alex’s eyes are hot when they meet Liam again and Liam tilts his head back, feeling shaky and lit on fire from within.
Henry chuckles in Liam’s ear, mouth hot and wet when he traces the shape in kisses.
“Do you like them talking about you like this?” Henry asks, voice soft and gentle, “Their eyes on you while Spencer tells Alex what you like? You know Spencer’s telling him the ways you fall apart. Do you know, if you edge Alex just right, he'll cry a little?”
“Jesus, you're lethal,” Liam gasps out, laughing. Henry hums, grazing his teeth as Alex grins at him.
“If he's telling you I cry during sex, it's only when he's edging me,” Alex says, letting Spencer push him to the bed. Alex wiggles up onto the pillows, grinning.
“It's disgusting that you two are this cute while literally in the middle of a foursome,” Liam says, grinning. He eases away from Henry, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before he moves. He slides down to the bed and lays beside Alex, kissing him softly.
It makes his ears ring, kissing Alex in a bed like this, years later. Alex’s mouth is curved into a smile and Liam can't stop tasting it, gasping hard when he feels familiar fingers scratching lightly over his chest.
Everything becomes sensation: Alex’s hot mouth under his, eager and playful; Spencer’s knowing fingers dragging little lines of fire across Liam’s chest; Henry, dragging his mouth across the knobs of Liam’s spine, molten and intent. Liam shakes between them, gasping and writhing as Alex yanks his mouth away, pressing hot, biting kisses along Liam’s chest around Spencer’s hand.
“Li,” Alex asks, pausing at his stomach. Spencer’s hand has trailed into Alex’s hair and Liam shivers hard at the sight. Behind him, Henry’s hot and solid, mouth leaving wet kisses along the curve of Liam’s hip. “Li, can I blow you?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Liam grits out, eyes slamming shut. He shivers hard as Henry reaches over, grabbing a handful of condoms and dental dams, tossing them onto the bed.
“Use your words,” Alex says, grinning like the bastard he is. Henry laughs at that, bright and gorgeous, sitting up to kiss Alex fiercely. It's full of joy and it makes Liam’s stomach ache to see.
They fall to the bed in a tangle of limb, Liam’s mouth traded between Spencer and Henry as Alex starts to blow him. The condom dulls everything but the intense heat and Liam can't stop whining and moaning.
“Spencer’s right,” Henry says, breathless as he and Spencer grind against each other. Spencer laughs, smearing a happy kiss along Henry's mouth, “You are pretty.”
Liam groans, laughing before he can stop himself. He wants to watch Henry fitting a dental dam in place over Spencer but he can't look away from Alex.
“Christ, look at you,” slips out of Liam’s mouth. He's hoarse and it all feels like a cup, about to overflow. His hands tighten in Alex’s hair and his eyes flutter shut as he takes Liam deeper. “You look good like this, Alex. Trying so hard to impress us.”
Alex moans, at that, eyes wide as he looks up at Liam. Liam’s aware of Spencer’s soft moans, the slick slurping that Henry’s making, even over the barrier. He's aware of the prickle of sweat at his hairline and the feeling of Alex’s soft hair in his hands.
He's aware of how badly he wants to see Alex coming all over himself.
“You don't have to try,” Liam says, hoarse. Spencer’s hand finds his as Liam thrusts gently into Alex’s mouth. “You’re impressive just by being you. Always have been. And look at you now, being so good and not touching yourself without even being asked.”
Alex’s eyes grow wide and Liam is shivering uncontrollably now, gasping. Alex doubles his efforts and there are tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Liam groans, something that's close to Alex’s name as heat builds in his spine.
Liam lets himself get close, body jerking as he gasps out a color, easing Alex’s mouth off of him.
“Fuck, oh god,” Alex rasps out, shivering as hard as Liam. Liam lets out a laugh, giddy and high as Alex does the same, pressing his forehead to Liam’s hip.
“You okay?” Liam asks, reaching down to wipe at Alex’s face. Alex laughs, nodding.
“Really fucking good,” Alex says, turning his head so they can watch Henry blowing Spencer. “Want you to fuck me though.”
Spencer and Liam groan in tandem at that, Liam huffing out a laugh as he pets through Alex’s hair.
“So good, saying what you want,” Henry says, pulling away from Spencer’s cock, much to Spencer’s displeasure. Henry grins, smearing a wet kiss to Spencer’s thigh. Alex shivers and leans over, kissing Henry softly.
“Having fun, honey?” Liam asks Spencer, taking advantage of the break to kiss him gently and slowly. Spencer sighs into it, relaxed and pleased; his smile is soft and Liam doesn't know if he's ever loved him as much.
“So much,” Spencer mumbles against Liam’s lips. Liam loses himself in kissing Spencer for a moment, feeling Henry and Alex moving around.
“Spencer, I know you said penetration isn't always something you enjoy, right?” Henry asks and when Liam looks down, he groans at the sight of Henry opening Alex up. Alex is squirming, mouth open while Henry has a conversation, like it's any other day. Liam has a moment of hilarity until Spencer stretches and hums, nodding.
“Not usually. Why, you have something in mind, handsome?” Spencer asks, grinning when Liam and Henry shiver. Henry grins and eases his fingers out of Alex. Liam kisses Spencer and Henry as he slides down the bed, pulling Alex into his arms.
“Like this, yeah?” Liam says, pulling Alex’s back to his chest. He slides a finger through the slick over Alex’s hole and feels Alex shiver.
“You like to watch, Webster?” Alex teases breathlessly, laughing when Liam nips the back of his neck lightly.
“Like you don't, Claremont-Diaz,” Liam shoots back. They laugh against each other, Alex rocking his hips against Liam's dick.
“Jesus, stop teasing already,” Alex gripes and it's the work of hissed laughter and sharp kisses before Liam eases his cock inside. They share a moan; Liam shaken to his core, like the earthquake he once slept through. He wraps his arms around Alex, feeling his hitching breath and he soothes him softly; praise falling from his lips.
Liam loses himself for a moment, fucking up into Alex in a slow dirty grind that has them both gritting their teeth and clutching the other as they watch Henry and Spencer.
“I’ve never done this before,” Spencer says with a grin as Henry laughs. His nose wrinkles up as he rolls a condom on, grimacing and shivering. Liam can see that Spencer’s thighs are slick, both from himself and the lube that Henry’s smeared on them.
“Well, I’m happy to - ah! - show you the ways of young men at boarding school,” Henry says, laughing breathlessly with Spencer. They’re closer to Liam and Alex now, Spencer able to reach out and slide his hand down Alex’s chest and stomach. Alex moans, cock waving as Henry settles behind Spencer.
“Squeeze your legs and then I’ll just,” Henry groans, dropping off as Spencer reaches back, grabbing for him.
“Slide in?” Spencer asks, his grin falling from his face with a shocked groan when Henry slides between his thighs. There’s a moment when the four of them look at each other and Liam’s laughing as he fucks up into Alex again.
“Henry,” Liam says, gripping Alex’s hips, meeting Henry’s eyes as he fucks up into Alex. Alex groans against him and Liam almost misses Spencer curling a hand around Alex’s cock until Alex tightens around him. “Make. Make a ‘v’ with your fingers. Put ‘em on each side of his dick.”
“Oh, Jesus fuck,” Spencer groans loudly as Henry does that. Each thrust of Henry’s hips drives Spencer’s cock through Henry’s fingers and the sound is slick from the leftover lube. Spencer’s trembling and Liam whines at the thought of tasting his desperation. Instead he smears wet, biting kisses along Alex’s neck, fucking him in time with Henry’s thrusts.
“Please, Liam, please,” Alex whines, arching back as Henry moans.
They watch each other, each movement echoed by the other and before long, there’s heat burning through Liam and he can feel the uncontrollable jerks of Alex’s hips.
“What do you want, love?” Henry asks Alex, slowing his thrusts so that Liam does as well. Spencer and Alex whine as Liam tilts his head back, barely holding it together. Alex bites his lip and Liam gently pulls his bottom lip away from his teeth, groaning when Alex clenches on him.
“Wanna come. Please. Henry, please can I come?”
“What do you think, Spencer?” Henry asks, panting as he thrusts hard once and it makes Spencer choke on a gasp, his thighs tense.
Spencer tilts his head back, dragging Henry into a rough, biting kiss before he speaks, like he’s been dragged over glass, “You’re gonna jerk me off and I’m gonna blow him. No more teasing, Henry.”
His hand is seated firmly in Henry’s hair and Alex gasps when Henry moans, a filthy pleased sound as Spencer kisses him again; an obvious reward.
“God, honey,” Liam says, grinning, “Fucking love when you take charge. He’s good at it, isn’t he Alex?”
“Fuck, I think you’re all fucking good at everything,” Alex laughs breathlessly, his body following the roll of Liam’s hips. His cock is wet at the tip when Liam and Spencer’s hands curl around it, sliding a condom on. Alex groans, gripping Liam’s arm.
Liam gasps at the feel of Spencer's lips meeting his fingers at the base of Alex’s cock. Alex wails, pinned between him and Liam and Liam starts fucking him in earnest.
“You close, Henry?” Liam asks, breathing hard. They're all touching in a long chain and Liam can feel everything going soft around the edges as he listens to the muffled groan of Spencer; getting his mouth fucked by Alex.
“Gonna give me permission?” Henry teases, hips stuttering and Liam whines. Alex is clinging to both Liam and Spencer and Liam feels him start to come before anybody, his body shaking.
“Yeah, come on, Henry,” Liam says, egging him on, “Gonna come with me?”
At that, Alex arches, a thin wail coming from him. He's leaned back against Liam as far as he can go, hips jerking as Spencer pulls off, gasping. His mouth is bright red, lips swollen and Liam comes right as Henry does.
Henry groans sweetly, half of a laugh on his lips when he comes, breath hitching as he clings to Spencer impossibly tight. All of that pales to Liam tumbling over his own peak, spilling into the condom with a roar like a train in his ears.
Liam’s vision goes white for only a moment as Alex groans softly, holding his arm close. They’re listing to the side as Alex jerks Spencer off, Spencer’s mouth open in a long, desperate groan.
He comes and comes and Liam gasps at the gentle way Alex slowly works him through the aftershocks. Spencer jerks in Henry’s arms, gasping quietly as he falls over another, smaller peak, shuddering hard.
They slump together, all four of them; Liam isn't sure who laughs first. It's an exhausted little giggle, pleased and breathless, only that Liam can't stop his own laugh from following.
“Y'all're gonna have to burn this bed,” Liam drawls, grinning. He eases himself out of Alex, murmuring soothingly.
“Mmm, have to burn me with it. I'm not moving,” Spencer says, rolling onto his back with a sigh. Liam laughs, tying the condom off and grimacing as he meets Henry's eyes.
“Bin, left side of the bed,” Henry murmurs, reaching over to slide his hand across Spencer’s stomach and then over Alex’s back. Liam tosses the condom away and hesitates, briefly. He pulls the condom off of Alex and Henry, tossing them as well, feeling like he needs to move or do something.
He doesn't get like this often and he thinks he should say something to any of them but Liam only clears his throat softly.
His hands are shaking and he's only aware of it when he looks over to Spencer. Spencer blinks and sits up, reaching out for him.
“Nope, we're not worried about being useful right now. Lay down and accept the cuddles, you stubborn asshole,” Spencer says, gently fussing over him.
“I wasn't. I just wanted to get rid of the condoms,” Liam protests, letting himself be pulled into Spencer’s arms. The contact soothes him and he sighs softly, tucked between Alex and Spencer.
“You okay, Li?” Alex asks softly, rubbing his hand up and down Liam’s arm.
“I get a little shaky after sex sometimes. Not a big deal,” Liam says as Spencer kisses him softly. Liam feels Alex’s arm wrap around him, warm and solid and he relaxes.
“It is a big deal,” Henry says gently. He's sitting up, halfway, leaning over Spencer to push Liam’s hair back from his face. Liam blinks up at him as Henry hums, apparently satisfied by what he sees. “Alex, love, grab the wipes?”
Liam watches as they move easily and quickly, never leaving the bed. Spencer laughs when Henry gently pushes them up the bed, marshaling them into place. It's quick work to clean all four of them up and Liam finds himself tucked into the middle of the bed, laughing softly.
“That was like a well-oiled machine,” Liam says.
“Or, at least,” Henry says, pressing a light kiss to Spencer’s lips and then Liam’s, “a well-lubed one.”
Liam snorts, Spencer's arms wrapping around him from behind as Alex flops onto his side, facing Liam. Alex is grinning and the shaking of Liam’s hands has subsided the longer it's gone on. Like he needed to settle back into his skin.
“You're not gonna ghost me again, right?” Alex asks. He’s joking but Liam can see the hint of fear in his eyes. Liam knows about Alex’s abandonment issues and knows his part in that.
Liam clears his throat and slides an arm around Alex securely. Alex huffs, amused, pressing his face into Liam’s shoulder. It pulls Spencer and Henry closer to them both; the middle of the bed growing warm.
“Nah, pretty sure you're gonna have to get rid of me and Spence the old fashioned way,” Liam says, rubbing a hand over Henry’s back as they all slowly relax.
“Move back to the city and never think about our small town roots, gotcha,” Alex says, grinning. Liam can feel it as he snorts, settling into the pillows.
“Very 90s rom-com of you,” Spencer says as Alex snickers. They settle into the bed, slowly drifting off and pulling away, Liam’s breathing evening out.
“Don't get Henry started on rom-coms, please,” Alex says, teasing. Liam’s only aware of warmth around him as he drifts off; laughter and touch following him down.