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Tommy lies awake watching Määnin breath in the almost non-existent world around them. It’s ‘who-knows-when’ in the middle of the night and all he can think of is how pretty Määnin looks sleeping like this.
The bassist isn’t even doing anything, isn’t wrapped around Tommy or naked. -Okay, he is naked but that’s not why Tommy is awake and frankly turned-on.- Määnin is just asleep.
Asleep and defenceless, an unhelpful voice in Tommy’s head says.
Määnin never looks this cute, this innocent, Tommy reasons, so it makes sense as he stares at the soft way Määnin’s lips are parted and the neutral expression on his face, that he can’t stop imagining what it would be like to fuck him like this.
His breathing increases and becomes deafeningly noticeable in the quiet of such a night as Tommy imagines it. His dear friend is so tightly wound, so in control all the time that he can’t help but hunger for that to change, for Määnin to break.
It’s stupid, Tommy knows, but his heart beats rapidly and his mouth waters at the idea.
Even with this arrangement, Tommy thinks as he glances away from Määnin for a second to look at Freppa, at the way they sandwich Määnin, the man’s always been in control, always quiet and tense, a bundle of nerves contained in a beautiful and strong casing.
He supposes Määnin is always on the bottom when they fuck, no matter who is fucking him or who he is fucking, at least with them but Määnin is never- Tommy means…It would just be a change, he thinks.
“Tommy.” Freppa whispers.
Tommy looks at him, a startled expression as he did not think anyone else was awake, the darkness hiding that fact well enough from him. Even with their eyes adjusted to the dark they can still barely see.
“Yeah?” Tommy whispers back, voice hushed as he glances at Määnin who still sleeps contentedly. He was half-asleep before they even entered the bedroom so he doubts he would be anything but totally out-of-it now but he still wants to be cautious. (Especially when Määnin could wake up and feel his very strange and out of place erection.)
“He looks good like this, doesn’t he.” Freppa breathes as Tommy catches him staring at Määnin too, a fond and distant expression on his face. It’s almost like they both are having very similar ideas, very similar thoughts about what to do in this strange hour of the night.
“Hmm.” Tommy finds himself agreeing as he slowly moves himself up on the bed, keeping his eyes on Määnin and trying to delicately extract himself to sit without waking their target. The outline of a plan is forming in his head, pieces coming together in half-formed fragments but still coming together.
Freppa follows Tommy’s actions as he too leans up, careful on the bed to not disrupt the covers or the mattress. He’s always been the type to follow Tommy’s half baked plans no matter how stupid or in this case dangerous. (Freppa knows most people wouldn’t exactly take kindly to being taken advantage of when they’re this vulnerable. -And consent is a necessary thing not just in sex.)
“What are you thinking?” He eventually asks once they are both sat watching Määnin, their lower-halves still lying down but their torsos leant towards each other to better communicate.
“Doesn’t seem fair to invite me all the way here after that performance you put on Frep. Only to leave me…aching.” Tommy hisses against Freppa’s ear, feeling the man tense at the words, a heat rising in his own cheeks as he imagines what he can do without waking their sleeping partner.
Freppa’s mouth is warm as Tommy meets it, slowly kissing him in the dark. The pace and the angle is new to them both, their make-outs being heated and fast before. Yet it can’t be helped, not when Tommy has to keep glancing down between them to make sure they aren’t discovered.
Panting in a muted volume as they part, the pair take a moment to recover, stomachs twisting with want to go further and only being fed by the knowledge they can’t. The enjoyable fact of the matter is they get off on being given restrictions, challenging those restrictions but not breaking them. Flirting with the idea they might but not quite crossing that line.
Freppa once again looks to Tommy for what to do now. Luckily Tommy has as much of a plan as usual.
With care he slowly moves his hand to the blanket, pulling it gradually down and off them all. Määnin curls a little more into himself at the sudden chill but doesn’t awake, Tommy feeling the thick tension in the room as he continues.
“Tommy, what the hell?” Freppa asks, leaning in close to Tommy’s ear in caution just as Tommy stops his descent of the blanket, exposing enough of Määnin to be happy.
He doesn’t feel the need to explain himself, the logic of exposing the bare skin of Määnin for easy access makes sense enough in his mind. Especially when he can tell Freppa also is enjoying seeing their friend’s naked body, the kiss the guitarist plants on Tommy’s neck giving that much away.
“Frustrated?” Tommy teases before lightly pushing Freppa away from him. As much as he would love to continue this game with just the two of them they have an unconscious body to use.
Once again as silence falls in the bedroom Tommy finds his nerves wavering, the sight of Määnin’s slightly curled body taking his breath away even if he can still barely see, but the fear of Määnin waking up and hating him screams for him to stay still or go bad to bed.
Glancing at Freppa he can see him in a similar static fight with himself, eyes trained on Määnin as the man takes shallow breaths.
The moment hangs there for a second before Freppa gently takes a breath, making a silent decision, lying back down in bed before reaching his hand out.
Freppa, being the braver of the two or the more willing to get his throat choked by Määnin if he should wake up, slides a careful finger down Määnin’s neck, waiting a second with baited breath to see what happens.
Letting out a sigh and an actual smile, that simple reaction making Tommy squeak before slapping a hand on his face, Määnin doesn’t wake up and Freppa turns to Tommy.
“I think we should see how far this can go.” Freppa muses quietly as he slowly moves Määnin’s hair away from the back of his neck and brings his lips there, Määnin letting out a very similar but slightly more breathy squeak to the one Tommy unintentionally let out a couple seconds ago.
For a very tense second Tommy doesn’t move, simply watching and listening as Määnin reacts better than he could have hoped, whining and moaning without shame or stifling as he arching his back.
He takes it in, the lift of Määnin’s head almost inviting him in, the sounds intoxicating him and the way through all this Määnin still has his eyes closed, reacting but distant, clearly in a dream that has turned a little warmer.
Fuck, Tommy thinks as he lies down facing Määnin, feeling every twitch of his friend’s unconscious body as Freppa works on kissing any skin he can reach.
He’s not as confident yet, at least not when he has this chance to touch, to really feel Määnin when he’s not tensing or holding his breath.
So Tommy reaches out and places a hand on Määnin’s stomach, feeling every jolt as Määnin breathes and whines in his dreams, unaware of why he is being so deliciously tortured. -Unaware it’s because of his dear friends.
“Uhh.” Määnin sighs as Tommy freezes, hand on his stomach as he looks into Määnin’s face with wide eyes.
He doesn’t meet open eyes though, only the lidded ones that indicate Määnin is still asleep. Though it also does indicate something else.
Something Tommy devilishly grins at.
He lowers himself, shuffling down the bed in a want to be beneath Määnin, to place his lips across Määnin’s front and create marks.
He knows there’s very little chance of the red marks he creates staying, fat and stuff under the skin here rather than straight blood. (Tommy does not really know how hickeys work, okay, he just knows this is not the zone he can create good ones.)
Placing his hands either side of where he is working he feels Määnin reaction to both him and Freppa, pulling away from his grip as Tommy digs his fingers into the soft skin around his hips and then arching back to shove towards Tommy as Freppa bites along the road of Määnin’s spine, the area there being extremely sensitive.
It’s a push and pull that Tommy takes delight in, almost fighting with Freppa to be the one to send Määnin moving away from him.
He laughs against Määnin’s skin quietly as he begins moving back up to grab some air. Fresh air is not the only reason he takes a break from his work though, a deep want in Tommy’s chest to see Määnin, to see what exactly they are doing to him to keep him crying out so perfectly.
The image Tommy sees, even bathed in shadow as it is, is worth it.
Määnin’s lips are still parted in the perfect position for a kiss, sounds being released from between those perfect lips in a symphony Tommy almost wishes he could record to relisten to again and again.
Tommy can hear Freppa kissing the back of Määnin’s neck, not because of any sounds Freppa makes but because in his sleeping state Määnin seems unrequired to mute himself, letting out soft moans every time his skin is touched tenderly.
He takes the time to listen to the noise before delving back down to kiss Määnin’s front, having obtained enough air.
A delicate touch is required when sucking hickeys into the inside of Määnin’s thighs, especially now Tommy knows Määnin’s mind is compensating for the chemical onslaught by making his dreams wet and hot.
So, logically, Tommy shouldn’t do anything that would be too painful and startle their little prize awake. Pity Tommy is not logical.
He takes great pleasure in hearing Määnin’s breath hitch as he bites into the skin, never being good at leaving bruises but being very good at the biting, sucking until he feels the illusion of blood. (Whether from his puffy lips or from Määnin, he doesn’t know.)
He sometimes brushes along Määnin’s dick, feeling the warmth emanating from it but never focusing on it. Like he said before, Määnin already came, Määnin doesn’t need this lie Tommy needs this and Määnin can’t argue he does, not while he is so restfully sleeping.
Laughing at his own thoughts Tommy moves away slightly, putting just enough space between himself and Määnin to pull his own dick out. All that thought of poor Määnin’s has got Tommy aware of his own need.
His pajamas are already stained slightly from precum but Tommy supposes they all will need to wash a few things after this little midnight tryst. Especially since Määnin is naked and leaking on the duvet already.
Tommy quietly laughs to himself before moving back to close the distance between them, lining his cock against Määnin’s chest.
He doesn’t want to move his friend and opening him up will take too much work, yet he still wants to use him so this is the solution Tommy has found, pressing his dick up and down the bare skin of his stomach.
He has to place a hand there to keep his dick against Määnin as he arches towards and away from him still, Freppa apparently finding nothing better to do that torture Määnin’s spine, but it works, the unpredictable movement spurring Tommy on as he groans quietly.
He is sure Freppa can still hear him as the guitarist laughs a little but Tommy doesn’t care, he’s still being quieter than Määnin right now.
At some point Freppa stops, curious enough to risk leaning over Määnin to see what exactly Tommy is doing and stopping with a smile as he continues to watch, happy Tommy is getting something out of this.
Things quiet after that, almost on purpose as no one is directly assaulting Määnin, only leaving Tommy to breathe into the night. That is until Määnin groans.
Barely above a whisper, though Tommy can tell both he and Freppa focus on it intensely as Määnin mutters something, lips not cooperating in his half dazed state, not awake but trapped in a dream.
“Mmh, cnn’t-I cnn.”
Tommy smiles, a twisted amusement that he and Freppa get to decide what Määnin can and can’t take even when Määnin’s unconscious body tells him he can’t take much more of this. It’s addictive, the power-trip he gets from this as he reclaims Määnin’s chest, rubbing his dick up and down it and wanting to come so bad.
“Tommy.” Freppa calls and Tommy stops, glancing up to see what the matter is.
“My turn next.” Freppa tells him and Tommy nods. He appreciates they both want to look at Määnin’s beautiful struggling face as he fights what he thinks is a dream.
“Sure.”
Tommy doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon but maybe it’s Määnin’s shallow breathing, his restful face contorted as he struggles to rationalise whatever he is dreaming or the embarrassing fact he simply doesn’t last long but Tommy spills over soon enough and shuffles around to give Freppa his position.
He’s not cleaning up, wanting Määnin to know something is up when he awakes even if Freppa looks at him with disgust. Freppa is free to try and wipe Määnin down but something tells Tommy he won’t.
Slowly Freppa places a hand on Määnin’s dick, earning him a sudden gasp from their sleeping friend.
Distantly Tommy thinks that maybe they are pushing this too far but as Freppa’s stroking elicit’s more illicit noises from Määnin that thought grows more and more distant until all Tommy can think is how long this is going to last because he never wants it to end.
“ Aauhh .” Määnin breathes as he comes close to the edge and then shoved over it, unable to object or control anything, adding more sticky white cum to his chest as Freppa silently laughs, Tommy just staring unblinking as he does not want to miss a second.
Freppa inspects the mess of his bed as Tommy leans down to plant issues on Määnin’s overstimulated form, both happy to take care of aftercare as Määnin sleeps.
They hope it was everything he wished.
“I am going to burn these sheets.” Freppa announces blankly as Tommy snorts, amused that they finally ruined Freppa’s sheets beyond repair.
Määnin just groans, still dazed from being half-asleep throughout this, turning to lie on his back as he touches the mess they made of his chest, “Dicks.”
He fucking wishes he could burn himself but that is not a viable option.
“That you love.” Tommy reminds him, laying one last kiss to his temple before climbing to his side to sandwich him again.
“Debatable.”
.
Tommy hears Määnin long before he sees him, already down and chewing on some old bread Freppa was going to throw out. (He’d argued that if it didn’t have mould then it was alright to eat.)
Määnin must have rolled out of bed, literally, because Tommy hears a thump and then muffled swearing. He would guess all that physical exertion really took its toll. (And they all know Määnin didn’t have a peaceful sleep last night.)
The stairs creak as Määnin slowly moves down them, Tommy raising his head to meet Määnin as he enters, giving him a little chin-raise.
Määnin groans back but doesn’t say much before inspecting the cupboards of the kitchen, looking for some kind of food.
Tommy would go back to eating, chewing on stale bread is an intense job, but Määnin’s clearly just woken up, having put some random trousers on.
And only some random trousers on.
Giving Tommy just enough of a view of his back to see the marks from last night.
Stifling the laugh and turning it more into a very awkward snort Tommy ignores Määnin as he turns to look at him curiously. He’s not touching that with a ten-foot pole.
“What’s so funny?” Määnin asks aloud though and Tommy stares intensely at his bread, cataloging each fine detail of its bready goodness.
“Look in a mirror after breakfast Mään.” Freppa helpfully tells the guitarist as he passes with a pot of coffee, placing it on the table and smacking Tommy’s hand away.
“It needs to percolate.” He huffs as Määnin goes stomping up to the nearest mirror. (That just so happens to be in Marlene’s room upstairs.)
“I’m going to kill you!” They hear shouted as finally Määnin notices the red marks on his back, Freppa clearly doing damage last night that will be noticeable for a couple of days.
Tommy just chews on his bread, the stomping of Määnin returning down the stairs to chase Freppa around the table reassuring him they are quite normal.