Team Chemistry - Truth or Dare [FFFMM] [mast]
Chlorine and cheap vodka—that's what the hotel room smelled like. Five bodies sprawled across beds and chairs, hair still damp-haired from evening practice, passing around a bottle of something that burned going down. Outside, the city lights of whatever town they'd landed in this week glowed through thin curtains.
"Your turn, Jackson," Sarah said, her short hair still sticking up at odd angles. She sat cross-legged on the floor, that mischievous grin playing at her lips.
Jackson took a swig and grimaced. At 6'3", he had to fold himself awkwardly into the armchair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Truth."
"Boring," Jamie called out from the bed, her red hair fanned across the pillow. She was lying on her stomach, chin propped on her hands, thick thighs flexed as she kicked her feet lazily in the air.
"When's the last time you hooked up with someone?" Sarah asked, and there was something knowing in her voice that made Jackson's stomach flip.
He felt Jacob's eyes on him from across the room. Jacob sat on the edge of the other bed, compact and athletic, his slender frame somehow taking up more space than it should. "Define 'hooked up,'" Jackson said carefully.
"You know what I mean." Sarah's grin widened.
"Last week," he admitted, and didn't look at Jacob. Didn't look at Jill either, who sat beside him on the arm of the chair, her long legs crossed at the ankle. She was so close he could smell her shampoo—something floral that made his chest ache.
"Scandalous," Jamie laughed. "Okay, my turn. I pick... truth."
The game continued, getting progressively more revealing as the bottle made its rounds. Sarah admitted she'd hooked up with a girl from another team at their last meet. Jamie blushed crimson when asked about her fantasies but wouldn't elaborate. Jacob confessed he'd jerked off thinking about someone in this room, which made everyone howl with laughter and speculation.
Then Sarah leaned forward, eyes glinting. "New question for everyone. When's the last time you had an orgasm?"
"Jesus, Sarah," Jill muttered, but she was smiling.
"What? We're all adults here." Sarah went first. "This morning, actually. Shower before practice."
Jamie went next, admitting to two nights ago. Jacob said yesterday, his voice steady even as his eyes flicked to Jackson again. Jackson felt heat crawl up his neck as he answered—three days ago, in the locker room, though he didn't specify the circumstances. Didn't mention Jacob's hand wrapped around him, their mouths meeting in desperate silence.
Then everyone looked at Jill.
She was tall and slender, all toned muscle and elegant lines, but right now she seemed to fold in on herself. Her B-cup breasts rose and fell with a deep breath. "I, um..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Never, actually."
The room went quiet.
"Wait, what?" Jamie sat up.
"I've never... you know. Had one." Jill's voice was barely above a whisper. "I mean, I've had sex. Just... nothing ever happened."
Jackson's hand found her knee without thinking, a gentle squeeze. "That's—"
"Fucking tragic is what that is," Sarah interrupted, but her voice was soft. Understanding. Then that wicked grin returned. "Well. Maybe we should do something about that."
The energy in the room shifted, became charged with something electric.
"I have a dare," Sarah announced, looking directly at Jacob. "Strip tease. For Jackson."
Jacob's eyes went wide. "What?"
"You heard me." Sarah's smile was all teeth. "Give our boy Jackson a proper show."
Jackson's heart hammered. Sarah knew. Of course she knew—he'd told her about his crush on Jill, but she must have figured out the rest. And somehow she also knew about Jill's thing for watching guys together, something Jill had apparently confided after too many drinks at a previous meet.
"I don't—" Jacob started, but he was already standing. His cheeks were flushed, but there was heat in his eyes as he looked at Jackson. "Fuck it. Okay."
Someone turned up the music on a phone. Something with a heavy beat that thrummed through the room.
Jacob started slow, swaying his hips, hands sliding up his own torso. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it inch by inch, revealing his flat stomach, the defined lines of his abs. When he pulled it over his head, his hair was mussed, and Jackson couldn't breathe.
Jill shifted beside him. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her breathing had changed.
Jacob's hands went to his shorts next, thumbs hooking into the waistband. He turned around, looking over his shoulder with a coy smile that was so unlike his usual earnest self. The shorts slid down over his ass, and he stepped out of them wearing only his boxer briefs—tight and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Jackson's cock was already half-hard, pressing against his own shorts. He couldn't look away from Jacob, from the way he moved, confident now, owning the moment.
When Jacob turned back around, his erection was obvious, straining against the thin fabric. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and paused, eyes locked on Jackson. "You want more?"
Jackson nodded, throat dry.
The boxer briefs came off, and Jacob stood there completely naked, his six-inch cock hard and flushed. He walked toward Jackson slowly, deliberately, until he was standing right in front of him.
The dare was over, but neither of them moved to end it.
Jackson reached up, hand trembling slightly, and pulled Jacob down into his lap. Their mouths met, and it was like the locker room but different—no fear of being caught, no rushed desperation. Just heat and want and Jacob's tongue sliding against his.
Beside them, Jill made a small sound.
Jackson broke the kiss to look at her. Her face was flushed, lips parted, and her hand—her hand was moving beneath the waistband of her shorts.
"Jill," he breathed.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop."
Jacob was grinding against him now, their cocks separated only by Jackson's shorts. Jackson fumbled with the button, shoved them down enough to free himself, and then they were skin to skin, both of them groaning at the contact.
Jill's hand moved faster. Her other hand gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles white.
Jackson could barely think. Jacob's cock was sliding against his, hot and slick with precome, and Jill was watching them with such naked hunger that it made him dizzy. He reached over, hand finding the waistband of her shorts.
"Can I?" he asked, voice rough.
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes."
He slid his hand inside, past her underwear, and found her absolutely soaked. The heat of her was incredible. His finger slipped through her folds, exploring, and when he found her entrance and pushed inside, she cried out—a sound of pure need that went straight to his cock.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, and Jill whimpered, her hips rolling against his hand.
Jacob shifted in his lap, and then Jackson felt it—Jacob's hand wrapping around both their cocks, holding them together. The sensation made Jackson's breath catch. Jacob's fingers couldn't quite close around both of them, but the pressure was perfect, the friction incredible as Jacob began to stroke.
"Oh god," Jill breathed, and Jackson realized she was watching—watching Jacob's hand work both of them, watching the way their cocks slid together through Jacob's grip.
Jackson added a second finger inside Jill, so tight, so hot, curling them, searching. Her inner walls clenched around him. Jackson began to move, thrusting up through Jacob's fist. Jacob matched his rhythm, thrusting down, and they found a pace together—both of them fucking Jacob's hand from opposite directions, their cocks sliding against each other with every stroke.
Jill's breathing became ragged, desperate. "Jackson, I—oh god, I can see—"
She could see everything. The way Jacob's hand gripped them both, knuckles white with effort. The way precome leaked from both their tips, making everything slicker. The way Jackson's thick cock pressed against Jacob's more slender one as they moved together.
Jackson's fingers worked deeper, faster. He found a spot inside her that made her gasp and focused there, rubbing in tight circles while his thumb found her clit. Jill's whole body tensed.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Please don't stop, I think—I think something's—"
Jacob's grip tightened, and he stroked faster, his own hips snapping with more urgency. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room—Jacob's hand on their cocks, Jackson's fingers inside Jill, all of it building to something inevitable.
Jill was grinding on his hand now, chasing the sensation, her eyes locked on the sight of Jacob stroking them both. "You're both so—fuck, watching you—"
"You like watching us?" Jackson asked, curling his fingers hard inside her, and Jill nodded frantically.
"Yes, god yes, I love it, I love seeing you both—"
Jacob groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic, and Jackson could feel him getting close—could feel the way Jacob's cock pulsed against his own. He thrust harder through Jacob's fist, and Jill cried out at the sight of it.
"I'm—oh god, Jackson, something's happening—" Jill's voice broke.
"Let go," Jackson told her, his fingers relentless inside her, his thumb circling her clit. "Come for us, Jill. Let us see it."
And she did.
She came with a sharp cry, her whole body going rigid, and Jackson felt it—felt her clench around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, felt the way she shook with it, felt the flood of wetness coating his hand. The sight of her, the feel of her, the knowledge that this was her first—it was too much.
"Oh FUCK," Jackson groaned, his hips jerking up hard through Jacob's grip, and then he was coming, pleasure slamming through him in waves.
Jill was still trembling, still grinding on his hand, and her eyes went wide as she watched Jackson's cock pulse in Jacob's hand, watched the thick ropes of cum paint his chest and stomach. The visual of it—of Jackson coming while his fingers were still inside her, of Jacob's hand still working both their cocks—sent her over the edge again.
"Holy fuuuuck," she gasped, and a second orgasm crashed through her, even stronger than the first. Her inner walls clamped down on Jackson's fingers so hard it almost hurt, and she threw her head back, rocking with more pleasure than she'd ever experienced in her life.
Jacob came with a shout, his whole body shuddering, adding his release to the mess already covering Jackson's torso. Hot streaks of white painted Jackson's skin, and Jill felt her body pulse again at the sight, another aftershock of pleasure rippling through her as she watched Jacob empty himself.
Jackson's fingers gentled inside her, helping her ride out the waves, and she collapsed against the chair, boneless and gasping.
For a moment, the only sound was their breathing.
Then, from across the room, a soft moan. Jackson's head turned to see Sarah and Jamie tangled together on the other bed, lost in their own world of pleasure.
Jackson looked at Jill, then at Jacob, both of them flushed and satisfied and beautiful. Jill was smiling—really smiling, her whole face lit up.
"So," she said breathlessly. "That's what I've been missing."
Jacob laughed, still draped across Jackson's lap. "Welcome to the club."