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Finn was grateful he’d gotten a room at the hotel. Today had been amazing—he’d never seen his brother smile so wide. It was like the world had finally melted off of Alex’s shoulders and he could just shine. Everything seemed so settled for them, and after all the drama of the last year, he was grateful for it and proud of the three of them for doing this right.
But, even Finn had to admit he was worn out. He’d met person after person, reconnected with more family members than he could remember and learned the names of so many new ones. Nat knew every single person who had ever existed it seemed, and Kasey’s family couldn’t get enough of Finn and Alex’s double act.
Now, he wanted nothing more than the peace of his bed. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The bed was too empty, devoid of Logan’s octopus limbs and the snoring Leo swore wasn’t from him. He had another day here with his folks and then he’d be back to Louisiana. From there they’d make the annual Tremblay pilgrimage to Nice for most of July and then back to the city until it was time to go back to Gryffindor for pre-season. The salient factor was that for the rest of the summer they’d be together. And then…well, next year was still open for negotiation. He’d never hoped for Minnie McGonagall to work her magic harder.
The hotel room was cool as Finn swiped himself in, and almost immediately he started yanking off clothes. He’d just stepped out of the shower when his phone shimmered with Leo’s ringtone.
A video.
Your eyes only, honey. x
Fuck.
Finn practically ran to the bed. Thank God he was already naked, his cock already fattening against his thigh.
He got comfortable and pressed play.
The first thing he saw was after the initial shuffle and positioning was Leo’s tan throat, the hint of his sharp jaw and the line of his bottom lip. After another moment he reclined backward, and the rest of his face came into frame. Jesus. His eyes seemed a darker blue, and Finn wasn’t sure if that was because of the honeyed skin, the bright blond of his hair, or the lust.
Because lust was definitely an option. Leo’s cock was jutting up from the bottom of the frame, already long and hard, and Finn’s mouth was watering.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Leo drawled.
“Fuck,” Finn groaned to the empty room. His hand found his cock without any conscious thought.
And then, somehow it got better.
Because he’d know that broad hand anywhere, would know the paths of those veins in his sleep.
And then, of course, there was Logan immediately licking Leo from root to tip, and Leo was lost. Finn watched Leo tilt his head back, throat working while his hand twisted into Logan’s hair.
“That’s it baby, that’s it,” Leo encouraged. Logan was moaning as Leo tugged at his scalp.
Finn’s breathing had gone all funny. Like he couldn’t pull enough air into his lungs, gasping as he watched Logan suck Leo’s cock like it was his fucking job. Christ Jesus, it should be. He knew exactly how it felt. How messy Logan made it, how making it messy got him even more into it. How wrecked Logan wanted you to get him in the process.
And, Leo. Fuck Leo just kept talking. Leo wasn’t shy about many things, but he wasn’t a big talker. Well, wasn’t usually…unless Logan Tremblay was sucking his soul out through his dick.
Then, Logan was directing him, the words egging him on. He was desperate for Leo to fuck his face like he wanted, and Leo responded like a goddamn dream.
Finn’s cock was already throbbing, his balls already ready to come, and Finn gripped the base of his cock firmly to stave off the orgasm. No way he was coming before someone in this damn video.
Finn watched entranced as Leo started fucking into Logan’s drooling mouth in earnest, and Finn could hear a soft click as Leo’s fat cockhead bullied its way into Logan’s throat only to pull back and press forward again over and over until Leo was nearly howling. Leo’s expression finally broke open, from furrowed brows and a clenched jaw to release, to pleasure. And Logan, goddamn it, Logan, make a show of letting Leo watch him swallow his come like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Get on my lap, now,” Leo said. His accent had gone languid, lazy in the aftermath of his orgasm. Finn could feel his cheeks heat as he thumbed the head of his own cock. It was all indolent arrogance. Like Leo knew you were going to do whatever it was he demanded of you before he’d even said it. Like he knew you knew he was worth it. And was completely self-assured he was right every fucking time.
There was a bit of rearranging and stripping, and Finn watched as every plane and dip of Logan’s body was bared to him, the tight bunching of his abdominal muscles, the hint of his tattoo at his hip.
“Ride me, facing the camera. Let Finn see your fucked out face as you take me,” Leo demanded. “Open yourself up for our boyfriend, sweetheart.”
Holy shit. That’s me.
For about the billionth time, Finn thanked whoever it was that put Finn across from a wide-eyed Logan that first day at Harvard pre-camp. Thanked whoever it was that convinced Leo Knut that what he really needed to do was learn how to play ice hockey in the middle of the Mississippi River delta. Thanked whoever it was that decided that this got to be Finn’s life. That he got everything he ever dreamed of and then got it again and then got even fucking more than that.
And then, he forgot to thank anyone at all. Because Logan was working his own fingers into himself desperately and that demanded every ounce of his attention. He couldn’t see what Logan was doing, but Leo could, and he could watch it all from Leo’s face alone. How fucking slick and hot that furled skin was, how tight and then how eagerly it opened around Logan’s thick fingers. How it clung to you hungrily, your fingers, your cock, desperate to keep you inside.
Logan was staring directly at him while he sunk down onto every inch of Leo’s cock, panting and crying Leo’s name as he did so. He knew how that felt. It was a shock how much there was. How you felt full and there was just more, so much more it pushed you past full, like Leo’s one mission in life was to invade you so deeply you’d never not feel him there.
Logan was groaning with it, Leo murmuring soft praises to him while he grabbed at his hips and they started to move, slow at first. Finn started stroking himself in time to their gentle rocking as they built speed. What he wouldn’t give to be there.
“Fuck, fuck, Finn… ouais, please,” Logan cried, like he could read Finn’s mind. Maybe he could.
“Mm, you want Rouge here? Fucking you too? Both of us inside of you,” Leo said, blue eyes drifting to the camera.
Finn didn’t think he had more to learn about wanting his two boys, but he was wrong.
He could imagine it. Somehow sliding into Logan, so hot and tight he was like a vice around him and Finn’s cock nudging up against Leo’s, both of them working to make Logan lose his mind.
Finn could tell Logan was consumed with it. His cock leaking and leaking all over his hand in a steady stream.
“Ouais, please, yes. I want him too,” Logan cried.
Something shifted between the two of them and Finn started speeding up his stokes to match the thrusts of Leo’s hips, and then Leo was demanding in that slow sure way. Finn’s thighs were cramping he was so tense, lost in the fantasy of the three of them there together in a way they hadn’t been yet. He was so close, but he needed something, something—
“Come, Lo. Come,” Leo ordered.
It didn’t matter that he was talking to Logan. It didn’t matter that they were a thousand miles away. It didn’t matter that this was a recording and it’d already happened.
Leo said come, and Finn came.
His spine arched and come lashed up his stomach to his chest, nearly to his shoulder. And Logan followed, pulse after pulse of white streaking from his cock and making a mess of them both.
“Fuck… fuck yes Leo, fuck.”
Finn felt like he’d run a marathon. Like he’d played game six in the Stanley Cup finals.
Finn missed the last moments of the video the first time, and even though he felt like his muscles had been liquified, he scrambled for the phone greedy for every last second of his boys.
Finn watched as Logan came down again, Leo turning his face to kiss him and stroking him as Logan’s chest heaved, both of them sheened in sweat. And then, another flash of blue, Leo’s eyes crinkling at the corners like he knew exactly what Finn was doing. Exactly what Leo and Logan had done to Finn.
Fuck, Finn was a mess. He almost reached for his towel and then paused. He adjusted the lighting to maximal affect and stretched himself out, trying to imagine how it would look to them. The sheets now draped just enough to hide all but a hint of his cock, the cut of his hips. He caught his come cooling in his chest hair, in the trail from his belly button and down, the stubble of his jaw, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
He snapped a picture.
Well…fight fire with fire.