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fandomweekly2019-02-08 05:18 am
[#006] The Perils of Dropping by Unexpected (St. Elsewhere)
Title: The Perils of Dropping by Unexpected
Fandom: St. Elsewhere
Rating/Warnings: EXPLICIT
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Wayne figures he'll just swing by. That's what a good friend does, when a friend says he's just going to be spending a depressing sounding evening home alone. He has no idea to make of what he finds.
Wayne lets himself in. He figures he might as well, Victor had said he was in for a lonely night at home, when they’d talked at lunch, and Wayne’s plans for the evening fell through. He figures Victor might be just as grateful for the company-- he wouldn’t even mind if he dug out Trivial Pursuit, that’s how bored he’s feeling. But now, hey, they can be bored together!
He never actually surrendered his spare key to Victor’s place-- or, well, he had, but then he’d found the one he thought he’d lost, and anyway, this is going to be a great surprise, they could both use the company.
“Hey hey!” He greets. “Your ex-roomie here to save you from your boredom!”
Victor isn’t in front of the TV, or in the kitchen. Which is kind of weird.
From upstairs, there is a very loudly groaned bit of choice profanity. Which isn’t Victor.
It sounds like it’s Jack.
Which is more than just kind of weird, because Victor had said he was going to be alone, and Jack has a kid, he can’t drop everything to run over and surprise a friend, but it sounds like that’s exactly what he’s done, and it sounds like he’s thrown his back out or something, so it’s just as well he’s here, too, because it might take two of them to move him down the stairs and get him straightened out.
The bedroom door is open, when he gets upstairs, and he sees them before he can say anything at all, and it’s…
Incredibly weird.
There’s a roll of saran wrap and a tube of Astroglide lying on the bed, and those seem like two pretty disparate things, neither of which he would imagine having a role in the loud, impassioned swearing to come out of Jack Morrison, except Jack is on his knees and elbows, naked, and Victor is going to town on his ass, and the saran wrap is a very necessary hygienic barrier between Victor’s tongue and things best left un-thought-about, and Victor is also naked, Wayne hadn’t seen Victor naked when they’d been living together, and now here he is, eating a guy out and apparently enjoying it, dick just hanging out.
Well, actually, not just hanging out. Like… very much also enjoying what he’s doing.
With Jack’s ass.
With his tongue.
This is an incredibly weird thing to have a friend over to do, he doesn’t think he can possibly overuse the words ‘incredibly weird’ in reference to what Victor and Jack are doing. Jack had to have planned for this because he had to have gotten a babysitter… Did he arrange that after Victor said he had no plans-- which, even if he did, what a way to relieve the boredom, why this?
Oh.
Or this is something they do together, this is something they do together, and Victor said ‘I’m just sitting around at home by myself’ because he couldn’t say ‘Yeah, I’m having a friend over so I can perform analingus on him, but it’s no big deal’. There’s a latex glove on the bed, too, half turned inside-out.
“Victor, Victor, you’re teasing me…” Jack groans, forehead dropped down against the pillow.
Neither of them has noticed him and he should get the hell out of Dodge before one of them does, or he should knock and say ‘hey guys, what the hell is this?’, he should do anything that isn’t watching.
Victor doesn’t reply to Jack, because Victor’s tongue is still very busy. He sure does moan, though, without unburying himself from Jack’s ass. It’s, perhaps by the nature of what he’s trying to do with his mouth and how everything just is, the filthiest moan Wayne has ever heard. It sounds very lascivious, and also just physically very wet and…
“Please…” Jack says-- begs-- and Victor’s hand is digging into his thigh, and he’s, there’s just a lot of sweat going on. “Need you, need you in me…”
Oh.
Wow.
No, he cannot stay and watch this.
For one thing, he understands the principle and all, but how is Victor supposed to get that comfortably inside there? A digital exam is bad enough, a rectal speculum is damn close to unbearable, this…
Victor finally pulls his face out of Jack’s ass, and there’s a moment of cold fear, but he doesn’t see Wayne, he turns his head the other way to rest his cheek against the small of Jack’s back, and Wayne should really leave now while he has the chance, it’s just that everything about this is so incredibly weird that he can’t react right.
“Fuck me…” Jack practically whines. “Victor, I’m ready, I’m so ready…”
“Hang on, hang on… I want you on your back.” He turns just enough to kiss Jack, just about over his left kidney. “With your legs around my waist. I want to look at you.”
Wayne tears himself away, because the minute they reposition themselves, one of them is going to spot him in the doorway. And he really doesn’t want to see them going at it.
Any more than he already has.
He goes downstairs as quietly as possible, to have a nice quiet crisis on Victor’s sofa. They’ve both been married before, so what the hell is this? He can’t figure it out for the life of him.
He can hear them-- Jack, mostly-- though there are lulls, too. And then, two heavy footfalls on the stairs, warm laughter.
“Well, next time come to mine.” Jack is saying. “I have to go relieve the sitter…”
“Baby, you know I can’t get enough of you…” Victor says, and that…
Isn’t what you say to a buddy. Even one you maybe get off with for whatever reason.
They get to the foot of the stairs-- Jack looks wrecked, their clothes barely on-- and gape at him.
Victor, wide-eyed, red-faced, points to the sofa where Wayne is sitting. “Were you… there, when-- it happened?”
“Yeah.” Wayne lies.
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This is just... SO FUNNY to me, God. Poor Jack. Poor Victor. POOR VICTOR, ESPECIALLY.
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Meanwhile, Wayne... Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. Victor is in no mood to explain bisexuality to his idiot friend.
(and Jack is aware he should definitely be very upset about this, but he's still kind of coming down from having his ass worshiped, so he'll freak out later)
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I'm going to have to work this into some expanded little series of things just to get the follow-up.
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