Work Text:
Kirk didn't know how it ended up this way, but there he was, sitting on James’ lap on the bus, his shirt rucked up beneath his armpits, with both Jason and Lars sitting nearby, watching. He was leaning back against James’ body, writhing as those big hands skirted over his stomach, over his chest, gently scratching through the dustings of hair below his navel.
He felt all kinds of exposed, his face hot with embarrassment, his arms twitching as he tried to keep them still in his lap, but James kept touching him, uncaring. It had been a joke at first, him sitting on James’ thighs, as he did sometimes, but it quickly derailed into something else entirely. Lars had made some jeering comment about Kirk being a little lapdog, perfect to carry around, to be passed between them, and he’d felt James’ hands grabbing his hips and knew immediately that he was done for.
Kirk could barely breathe, his eyes shut tight, feeling the heat of Lars and Jason’s eyes on him, each second bringing the walls of the bus closer, tightening around the four of them like a cage. He felt trapped, like a rabbit amongst wolves, their teeth dripping, breaths hot and humid as they bore down on his trembling body. Really, he knew he could just get up and walk to his bunk, but he didn’t want to - no, he couldn’t help but love the thrill of it, crave the humiliation that came with his bandmates watching this all happen. Maybe James would go all the way, maybe he’d be reduced to a whimpering mess in front of them all, and maybe, just maybe, they would get off on it too.
He knew James was, he could feel it, his hard cock rubbing over the swell of his ass each time Kirk shifted. It felt big - he already knew that - but the idea of it going inside him at that moment almost made his brain melt out of his ears. Would James fuck him right here, with Jason and Lars watching?
God, part of Kirk really, really hoped he would.
The other part of him worried. James was a big guy, and Kirk just… wasn’t. They would need lube, lots of lube, and lots of time, and he highly doubted there was enough of either of those things on the bus at that moment. Kirk probably had his stash, but he couldn’t find it in himself to ask for someone to go get it, not when James’ fingers were gliding over his nipples and roughly pinching at the stiffening buds.
Kirk gasped, sitting up straight as the sensation zipped through his nerves, but James just pulled him back down again, holding him tight to his chest. He could hear him chuckling, feel the vibrations against his back, and squirmed uncomfortably as those devilish fingers tugged on him again.
“Oh, he likes that,” Lars teased, and Kirk squinted at him, biting his lip to hold back a snarky reply he was sure would only get him punished. “Do it harder.”
Kirk scrunched up his nose, but of course James did exactly that, causing him to let out a hiss and try to bat James’ hands away.
“Woah, woah, woah,” it was Jason this time, jumping up to cross to their side of the bus, sitting himself down on Kirk’s right and grabbing his wrist. “Relax, man. Just chill out.”
“F-fuck you,” Kirk spat, wriggling again, but he was quickly stopped by Lars appearing on his other side, taking hold of his free arm in a tight grip.
Kirk whipped his head around to glare at him, feeling a little unhinged as he was held down, but then James’ head dipped, his chin hooking over Kirk’s shoulder, his breath ghosting over his ear.
“Settle down, we’ll take care of you.”
Kirk went still, goose-bumps tingling his flesh, and he felt James lay one hand flat over his sternum, the other sliding downwards, flicking open the button of his fly. Kirk sucked in a breath, setting his jaw as James’ fingers danced over the waistband of his briefs, anxiety rising in his gut like a flood.
He couldn't believe this was really happening, James was really going there, right here on the bus, and the other two were just going to sit by and watch.
Kirk licked his lips, nervous, and glanced at Jason, whose lips were tilting at the corners in a devious little smile.
“Relax, baby,” Jason said, his voice lilting, flirtatious. “You trust me, don't you?”
Kirk licked his lips. “Y-yes,” he murmured, shuddering when James’ fingers slid down, carding through his pubes, brushing over the root of his cock. “Oh, God…”
“What's the worst that could happen?” Lars asked from his other side and Kirk almost flinched at how close his voice was. “You think you'll like it too much?”
“Fuck off,” Kirk turned again, a snarl already curling his lips, but then James’ hand was snapping up to his jaw, wrenching his head back towards Jason, fingers hard, squeezing his face.
“Behave,” James growled in his ear, breath hot against the tender skin. “Be a good boy, Kirky.”
Kirk couldn't help it, letting a pathetic whimper slip past his lips, and he saw Jason’s answering grin slowly spread, like a cut in hide.
He felt Lars’ grip change, and then there was another hand on his torso, tweaking his nipple, causing him to twitch and gasp, his legs shaking as James explored lower in his underwear. Jason’s eyes darted downwards and he leaned over Kirk, shoving his jeans down his thighs with his free hand. Kirk grumbled, wanting to complain as his cock was exposed, but he could barely speak with how hard James was squeezing his face, and he doubted they would listen anyway.
“He's so cute,” Jason cooed and Kirk so badly wanted to snap at him. He tried to press his thighs together, to maybe hide himself, but there was no point, James already had one of those huge hands wrapped around his dick.
He wasn't hard, not really, but he could feel himself filling out under the attention and the rough pull of James’ skin.
“Yeah, he's got a nice little cock,” James said and Kirk’s body trembled in response. “But I heard he shoots off fast.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Kirk hissed through his teeth, which earned him a rough smack to his thigh from Lars. He yelped, twitching away, trying to scramble closer to Jason, who only giggled at his struggle.
Fucking traitor.
“Oh c'mon, just relax,” James ducked his head against Kirk’s, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “We’re only playing, baby.”
“Yeah, loosen up,” Jason leaned in, so close that their noses bumped, just as James gave his cock a tight squeeze. Kirk inhaled sharply, his following whine swallowed by Jason’s lips meeting his own.
It wasn't easy at first, but then he felt James let go of his face, allowing Jason to lick into his mouth and take control of the kiss. He tasted of beer, and something like tobacco or those cigars James smoked, but it wasn't unpleasant. Kissing Jason wasn't out of the ordinary anyway, but it was hard to focus on how nice it felt when there was also the sensation of Lars’ hand slipping between his legs, fondling his balls.
He wanted to moan, but Jason sucked on his tongue, leaving him only capable of making a choked off sound in the back of his throat. Everything was so hot, so overwhelming, and he felt as if he was losing his mind, all those hands, grasping and pulling, spreading him thin.
Kirk pulled back from the kiss with a ragged gasp, his body shuddering as pleasure rolled over him, James’ palm sliding over the head of his cock. It was embarrassing, but James was right, sometimes he really did shoot off too fast, and he was growing increasingly concerned that this would be one of those times.
How could he resist? With Jason’s mouth, with Lars and James touching him between his legs, with their hands holding him down, their body heat surrounding him… He simply wasn't going to last, it was impossible.
“James -” Kirk hissed, his body jolting, back arching. “Fuck -”
“He's gonna cum,” Lars said and he could feel James chuckling again. “C’mere, lemme see.”
Lars’ hand disappeared from between his thighs, reaching up to tangle in his hair and direct his head to face him. Kirk winced at the pull, and then froze as he was met with Lars’ flushed face, his eyes half-lidded and dark with desire.
“You gonna cum, Kirky?” Lars teased. “Already?”
Kirk’s top lip curled into a snarl and Lars grinned in response, but it was too late, he was too far gone.
His eyes rolled, his body spasming as it washed over him, quickly dragging him beneath a wave of white-hot pleasure that left him winded, panting in James’ lap. When he looked down, he saw his own stomach striped with his cum, and James’ knuckles glistening with the fluid as he ran his fingertips through it. Kirk scrunched up his nose, slightly put-off by the sight.
“Good boy,” James praised softly in his ear, his own cock still rigid against Kirk’s ass cheek. “That wasn't so hard, was it?”
Kirk let out a whimper, too weak now to hold it back, and tilted his head against James’ as he struggled to catch his breath.
“I think he can go again,” Lars murmured thoughtfully, and Kirk’s stomach flipped.
“What? No, I -”
“Yeah, I'm sure he can,” Jason agreed and Kirk turned his pleading eyes to him, shaking his head.
“Jase, c'mon,” he whined. “You can't be serious.”
“Hold him,” Jason said, shoving Kirk’s arm up to his chest so James could keep it there. “I'm gonna blow him.”
“Fuck yeah,” Lars breathed, grinning widely.
Kirk didn't even have time to protest before Jason was dropping to the floor and crawling between his and James’ thighs, shoving himself as close as he could get with Kirk’s jeans still trapping his legs. Kirk stared, his eyes wide, trying to squirm and bend his knees, to push Jason away, but there was no point, Jason was already there, taking his cock into his mouth.
Kirk keened, loud and pitchy, his back arching as heat and suction surrounded the sensitive flesh. James held him tight and he could feel Jason’s hands on his thighs, keeping his legs spread, trapping him once again, leaving him helpless to take whatever he was given. Lars was in his ear, whispering praises, stroking his face, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek, but he barely felt it past the cruel fire uncoiling in his abdomen.
When he managed to look down, Jason was staring back, his eyes dark and glistening with arousal, a determined set in his shoulders as he slid his tongue over Kirk’s softened length. It hurt, his toes were curling in his shoes, and his entire body was clenching, trembling, as if he was priming himself for a sprint. Instead, he was merely a helpless toy for their pleasure, unable to even force his mouth to form the words ‘fuck off’.
“Breathe through it,” James encouraged, his voice rough, rumbling against the tender skin beneath his ear. “Just hold on, and you’ll get hard again.”
Kirk didn’t think so, it had been a long time since he’d managed to cum twice in a row, and even then, he’d taken a break in between.
“He’s shaking like a leaf,” Lars said, amusement lingering in his tone and Kirk almost wanted to snap at him, but his brain was losing function as he was dragged further under by Jason’s ministrations.
Jason’s mouth was so wet, so hot, the smooth glide of his tongue and the insides of his cheeks quickly melting away all sense of reality in Kirk’s mind. He was going insane, but somehow pleasure began to pool between his hips again, and he could feel himself growing harder between Jason’s devilish lips.
The pleasure was sharp, piercing, but it was burning brighter, and Kirk let out a panicked moan, his back bowing, thighs twitching wildly around Jason’s shoulders. From the corner of his eye he saw James’ free hand drop down, tangling in Jason’s curls, gently scratching his scalp encouragingly, before he seemed to guide the other man in bobbing his head. The sight made Kirk’s stomach flip, and he felt the strange sensation of Jason humming around his cock, sending shivers over his flesh.
“Isn’t he a good boy, Kirk?” James asked. “Tell him how good he is.”
Kirk stared, transfixed on the sight of James pushing Jason’s head down, his lips stretching around the base of his cock, drool coating his cheeks. He looked good like that, dishevelled and used, despite the fact that Jason had much more control of the situation than Kirk did.
“G-good boy, Jase,” Kirk breathed, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. “Fuck, such a - a good boy.”
Jason’s lashes fluttered, his fingers gripping Kirk’s thighs tightly as James shoved his head down, hard. Kirk felt the force of it, jolting as the head of his cock bumped the back of Jason’s throat, causing him to let out a wet gag.
“Fuck yeah,” Lars said, seeming dazed as he stared at the image before him. “Do that again, Jamie.”
James chuckled and obliged, yanking Jason up, then forcing him all the way down again. Jason’s throat constricted, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Kirk’s legs, drool pooling between them as his body convulsed around another heaving gag. Kirk gasped, his eyes rolling, the slick heat of Jason’s body tightening around him, his tongue pressing hard against his length as it tried to push the intrusion out.
James kept going, his grip mean, the pace punishing, and Kirk was suddenly worried as tears began to stream down Jason’s face. He didn't tap out, somehow holding on despite the rough treatment, and Kirk stared, moaning each time he was thrust into that wet hole.
He'd always found Jason to be gorgeous, but this was a whole other level. He was dishevelled, his face pink from the strain, lips reddened and glistening with precum and spit, his body shaking as he was used. Kirk felt dizzy just from looking at him, and it wasn't aided by the tight grip of his throat each time James shoved his head down.
“He's a fuckin’ natural,” Lars praised, leaning against James’ side, watching Jason as he took what was given to him. Kirk groaned, letting his head fall back against James’ shoulder, something deep and molten clawing its way through his gut.
It was impossible to resist the call of Jason’s sinful mouth, and Kirk found himself tumbling towards the inevitable once again. Pain flared with the heat, unraveling like a wire pulled taught, snapping like a whip, and suddenly Kirk let out a panicked shriek.
He convulsed, almost pulling out of James’ grip from how suddenly it overtook him, and then froze, whining as he emptied himself into Jason’s throat.
Jason choked wetly, his eyes big and glassy as he swallowed around Kirk, milking him for whatever he had left in his system. It couldn't have been much, Kirk already felt wrung dry, but Jason still let out a cough when James pulled him off, a shaky hand coming up to wipe his mouth.
Kirk panted, going boneless in James' lap, shuddering as he felt hands rubbing over his stomach and thighs. Distantly, he could feel Jason’s breath on his softening cock, he could feel lips on his throat, thumbs pressing down on his nipples, but all he could do was let out a weak little whine.
“You with us, pretty boy?” James asked him, wrapping his arms around Kirk’s middle and squeezing.
“Mhmm,” Kirk hummed. “Yeah.”
“We need more from you, think you can handle that?”
Kirk wasn't entirely sure if he could, but he found himself nodding regardless, unable to resist the pull of their bodies.
“Jase, get his pants and shoes off,” James ordered and Kirk blinked his eyes open to watch as Jason sat back and unzipped his boots.
He pulled them off gently, carefully placing them to the side before sliding Kirk’s jeans the rest of the way down and off. Kirk shivered slightly as he was exposed fully, earning a little smile from Jason, whose pupils were still blown with desire.
“What're we gonna do?” Lars asked, sounding surprisingly tentative, enough that Kirk glanced over at him, curious. Lars’ cheeks were flushed, his hair tousled as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and his jeans unzipped. Kirk could see the bulge of his cock straining his briefs in the open V of his fly, a little wet spot marring the fabric. He was looking at James, waiting for instructions, his eyes wide and glistening, like a dog waiting for a treat, and Kirk felt something in him twisting at the sight.
“Our sweet Jason is gonna get him all wet for you,” James said and Kirk could hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’re gonna fuck him and get him ready for me.”
“Shit,” Lars licked his lips, rubbing his hands down his still-clothed thighs, almost like he was nervous. Kirk knew he wasn’t, he was just worked up, but it was adorable all the same. “Think he can take that?”
“Yeah,” James murmured and kissed Kirk’s head. “He’s a good boy.”
Kirk shuddered, watching with blurry eyes as Jason slid his hands beneath Kirk’s knees and pushed upwards, almost folding him in half. James took over from there, grabbing Kirk’s thighs and holding them up towards his chest, leaving him completely exposed and helpless. He couldn’t even see Jason anymore, and let out a strained whine when he felt fingers squeezing his ass cheeks, a thumb pressing dangerously close to his hole.
James cooed in his ear, his voice low and soothing, and Kirk relaxed slightly, his breaths evening out even as the anticipation rose. Then he felt something hot and wet on his perineum and he shivered, a strange choked-off sound leaving his throat.
Jason didn’t waste any time after the first taste, and his tongue slid down to Kirk’s hole, lapping at his opening in long, wet strokes. Kirk whimpered, wriggling in James’ arms, his fingers bunching up the fabric of his own t-shirt, just for something to hold onto. The position was uncomfortable, but his body was so loose and Jason’s mouth felt so good, he barely had a moment to think about the ache in his spine.
Jason was thorough but sloppy, and soon enough, Kirk could feel spit trailing over his skin, smearing over his tailbone and probably dripping onto the seat beneath him. It didn’t matter, really, they’d made much bigger messes on that bus.
“Larsie, go grab some lube, yeah?” James asked and Kirk saw him move from the corner of his eye, anticipation rising in his gut again as he thought of what was coming.
Jason was pressing his tongue against his hole, wriggling the muscle around his rim and slipping the tip inside, causing Kirk to moan shakily. James’ hands squeezed Kirk’s thighs, his chest rising and falling fast under his weight, so pent up it was surprising he’d held out for so long.
At some point, Lars returned, but Kirk didn’t even feel like he was on this planet anymore, at least not until Jason’s mouth vanished and there was something thicker pressing into his hole.
“Ah, fuck -” Kirk cried out as his knees were shoved up by his head and Lars’ cock breached him in one thrust. It only burned a little, he was far too relaxed for it to hurt much, but still, it caught him off guard, and he latched onto James’ arms as he struggled to adjust.
Lars was bent over him, his hands joining James’ in keeping Kirk’s legs up and open, his dick grinding into him as deep as it could go. He was panting, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked down at Kirk, a sleazy grin spreading over his face.
“Little slut, you barely even felt that, huh?” Lars slurred, pelvis tilting and drawing a warbled little cry from Kirk. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this.”
“Easy, Lars,” James said, as if he was calming a wild animal. “Give him a second.”
Kirk but his lip, his brows furrowing as the burn dissipated, and he flicked his eyes up to meet Lars’, giving him a minute nod. With a sneering grin, Lars pulled his hips back and began to fuck him.
It was easier this way, without anyone touching his cock, Kirk was able to fall into the pleasure with a wanton moan, his mouth dropping open as Lars rutted into him. He was the perfect size, not too big, not too thick, but small enough that his head bumped Kirk’s prostate with each thrust. Being fucked by Lars was a dream, and a surefire way to get Kirk leaking between his legs without much effort.
Of course, it didn't take long for that to happen, and for the pain in his abdomen to flare all over again.
“Shit,” Kirk yelped, holding onto James’ arms, scrabbling for something to keep himself grounded. “Ah, fuck! Lars -”
Lars pulled his upper body up just slightly, enough to look down between them at Kirk’s cock, soft but leaking sluggishly against his belly. Each thrust into his body pushed out another creamy bead of fluid, smearing against his happy-trail.
“Can you cum?” James murmured in his ear and Kirk shook his head, panicking at the mere thought.
“No! No, no, no,” Kirk whimpered, his voice pitching. “I can't - fuck…”
“He's gonna,” it was Jason from somewhere to the left, but Kirk couldn't see him, his eyes were too blurry with tears. “Look how bad he's leaking.”
Kirk whined, a quiet, pathetic sound, and Lars laughed at him, which only made his brain melt even more in his skull. He felt beyond humiliated, used, but so fucking good he thought he might be in heaven. Sure, what they were doing was far closer to sinful, but there was no way he could feel like this in hell.
“Make him cum, Lars,” James ordered. “Fill him up for me, baby.”
Lars moaned, his grip tightening on Kirk’s thighs and pace picking up to something rough and quick. Kirk was thankful James was holding him, or he was sure he would've fallen by now, with Lars grunting and shoving into his body, the sound of their skin slapping filling the bus.
God, Kirk hoped no one was outside.
He knew Lars was close, he could feel it in his frantic thrusts and see it in the way his brows were pinched in concentration. Soon though, he found it hard to pay attention, as a flood of pleasure-pain overtook his body, and he let out a sudden shriek as his joints locked up.
For a moment, it was as if all the breath was sucked out of him, stolen by Lars or some equally devious creature, leaving him gasping, choking on his own spit. Vaguely, he felt heat inside him, heard Lars moaning in that girly way he did when he came, and felt the brush of his soft hair as he bent over Kirk’s body to plant a kiss on his head.
When Lars pulled out, James let his legs go, and Kirk went boneless in his lap, eyes rolling as his body floated. Everything was warm and comfortable, even as he was moved around, his legs being spread over James’ lap, and someone’s hands shoved under his ass to unzip James’ jeans.
Kirk groaned and scrunched up his nose, knowing what was coming, but he was too far up in the clouds to put up much of a fight.
There was more movement, and Kirk opened his eyes slightly, just as James’ big hands grasped his hips and lifted him up. Lars was across from him, looking dishevelled as he caught his breath, but his eyes were bright and alert, curious to see if Kirk could last. Jason was still next to them, a hand down between his own legs, squeezing his clothed cock, probably so pent up that Kirk felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t cum yet after all his hard work.
They hadn’t bothered fingering him more, but he could feel that James had lubed himself up, at least. James was bigger, but they all knew from experience that Lars’ cock was enough to prep him, so it was easy enough for him to slide inside, Lar’s cum helping ease the glide. Still, Kirk’s body convulsed, the stretch forcing a weak cry from his lips, but James wasted no time at all before he began to pound into him, pulling Kirk down onto his cock with each shove of his hips.
It was rough and quick, Kirk didn't even have time to think about it, each thrust causing him to yelp breathlessly, like a kicked puppy. He couldn't control the way his body trembled, his thighs shaking where they bracketed James’ own, arms flopping at his sides like a ragdoll, as if he'd lost all function entirely. His abdomen cramped as his prostate was abused all over again, and he felt himself begin to cry, unable to control it.
James’ size made it difficult to avoid. Where Lars' could hit his sweet-spot right on, James barrelled past it, each thrust rubbing the spot like a rubber boot grinding gravel. It hurt, but a deep, hot pleasure was there too, rippling the surface, growing into a simmer in his gut.
He couldn't cum again, he was entirely sure it wasn't possible, but James was fucking him like he was desperate to make it happen.
“So fuckin’ tight,” James growled, hands still gripping Kirk’s waist, pressing into the flames tattooed on his hips, digging into the flesh. “Like a fuckin’ doll. So perfect all the time.”
“Oh - oh, god,” Kirk mumbled, his curls sticking to the mix of tears and drool coating his face. “I - I’m gonna die.”
“You're not gonna die,” Jason soothed from somewhere next to him. “Hold on for a little longer, baby.”
Kirk turned his head, seeking out Jason’s lips, and letting out a muffled moan as Jason met him in the middle, kissing him sloppily. Jason must've been pent up, his tongue lashing over Kirk’s teeth hungrily, as if he wanted to eat him alive. His hands were on his chest, sliding under his shirt again, pinching his nipples, raking his nails over the skin until Kirk pulled back with a hiss.
Then he felt a hand slide further down his body, dangerously close to his cock, lying soft, gently slapping the wet skin of his stomach as James fucked him. Kirk sucked a breath in through his teeth, looking up at Jason with his watery eyes and shook his head.
“I can't,” he said desperately. “Please, Jase.”
“Don’t think you have a choice,” Lars pointed out from across the bus.
Kirk screwed his eyes shut and groaned, letting his head thud back against James’ collarbone. “Fuck, please don’t touch. This’ll - it’ll be enough,” he pleaded, hoping Jason would believe him. “I can - I can feel it.”
“Hmm? What do you think, Jamie?” Jason asked, glancing up at the taller man, who shoved himself deep into Kirk and ground his hips, making him cry out, trembling with a full-body shudder.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice deep and breathless, rough like it was when he sang. “He’s squeezing. He’s close.”
Kirk wasn’t sure of that, but it was too hard to tell anymore. He felt hot all over, his nerves hypersensitive, each brush of skin on his own causing him to twitch and whine. James breathed heavily in his ear, sweat slicking his palms where he held Kirk’s hips, his pace becoming uneven and jagged.
When Kirk had his fourth orgasm, it was like a knife to the gut. It was almost more pain than pleasure at that point, and he came completely dry, his cock soft but twitching sluggishly as James forced him down into his lap. He figured he made a sound, but he couldn’t hear it past the cotton balls filling his ears and the thud of his heart as it echoed through his ribcage.
He knew James came, he could feel it leaking out of him when he was lifted off his lap and gently laid across the bench seat, his body completely limp.
Someone was kissing him, but he couldn't reciprocate, his mouth opening instinctively, unable to keep up with the tongue slipping past his lips. His eyes fluttered open and he found it to be Lars' hovering over him, licking into his mouth, cradling his face with shaking hands. Behind Lars, James was gone, replaced by Jason crawling up between Kirk’s legs on the seat, an almost apologetic expression on his face as he looked over his exhausted form.
“Jase is gonna fuck you,” Lars whispered to him, murmuring the words against his lips. Kirk’s eyes rolled in his head, shuddering at the mere prospect, but he didn't protest at all.
Frankly, Jason deserved it after all the work he'd done that night, and Kirk wasn't going to say no to another load filling him up.
Sure, he'd never had this many orgasms forced out of him, but he loved being fucked by all of his boys, and knew he couldn't deny Jason, even if he was coherent enough to speak.
“Deep breath,” Jason told him gently. “I won't take long.”
Kirk hummed and nodded his head, only letting out a garbled moan when Jason pushed inside him. It was wet and Jason's pace was erratic, the bus filling with obscene sounds and Jason’s heavy breathing. Lars leaned down to kiss Kirk again, as if he was trying to distract him, and Kirk felt himself groaning into it, his weak hands coming up to tangle in Lars’ soft hair.
He imagined it would hurt, but he found himself in a blissful place instead, comforted by the touch of Lars’ fingers and Jason’s warm hands on his thighs. He wasn't sure where James was, but he had no doubt that he was close by, watching over them all.
Soon, Kirk was completely lost in the push and pull of their bodies, in the heat of Jason inside him and in the slickness of Lars’ mouth. He was floating away, off in the clouds again, and felt his head roll to the side as he was shoved up on the seat, the sound of Jason grunting barely reaching his ears, even as he felt his cock throbbing inside him.
After that, he couldn't remember much at all. Someone must've cleaned him up and found a pair of his shorts in his bunk, sliding them up his legs before changing his shirt for one of James’ baggy ones. A blanket was placed over him, and the next time he opened his eyes, his head was in Lars’ lap as he read something in his free hand, the other gently stroking through Kirk’s hair, almost mindlessly.
Kirk felt that warmth again, that comfort that came whenever he was around the three of them together. He felt secure, wanted and cared for, and he didn't even mind that his thighs burned when he moved, or if he couldn't sit properly for a week.
In his head, it was worth it. His band was worth it.
“Hi,” he croaked, then licked his dry lips. “Can I have some water?”
Lars looked at him and smiled, that big boyish smile Kirk found so endearing, and he dropped his papers and leaned over to the table next to them, snatching up a water bottle.
“Welcome back,” he said, unscrewing the cap. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Kirk leaned up slightly, allowing Lars to tilt the bottle against his lips, sipping a few mouthfuls before he coughed and settled back against Lars’ thighs. “Shit. That was -”
“Fucking insane,” Lars interrupted, taking a drink of the water himself. “Dunno how you're even alive right now.”
Kirk chuckled and rolled his eyes, before turning his head to glance around the bus, pouting a little when he couldn't see James or Jason immediately.
“They went to find you something to eat,” Lars told him, his voice softening into something reassuring. “They'll be back in a minute.”
Kirk exhaled shakily and nodded, letting his eyes slip closed again, almost lulled to sleep by the gentle rhythm of Lars running his fingers though his hair.