Vanessa & Jean-Paul | Wednesday Night

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As decreed a few days prior, Vanessa and Jean-Paul head to Zeitgeist to try to win bets involving cherry stem tying. They win something else entirely.

Warning: NSFW

Jean-Paul turned up at Vanessa’s apartment and knocked on her door, glad she didn’t have neighbors after he called, “Mon ami, will I be forced to break through the window on the outside to steal you away? I will throw you over my shoulder and you will not be able to struggle because falling would be a bad thing for you from so high.” That wasn’t really the sort of thing you should be yelling through doors in public places. Especially doors to apartments occupied by single females in a city like New York.

Though if anyone thought Vanessa couldn’t take care of herself, he’d laugh at them outright.

She had paused in the middle of unlocking her door while he finished. A grin spread across her lips and instead of unlocking anything she chose to speak to him through the door. “Mi amor, if you’re going to carry me I much prefer to be comfortably wrapped around you instead. But if you’re of a mind to pillage me I welcome you to the window.”

The Quebecois considered that for a long moment, then nodded to himself and headed back downstairs. Once outside, he flew up to Vanessa’s window and tested to see if it was locked. He didn’t actually want to break it, after all. It was unlocked and he flew inside, setting his feet down on the rug and then raising his eyebrows at his friend. “Oui, and now I will carry you off for the pillaging. Will you make this easy, or must I catch you?”

There was something about the combination of the accent and the actual stuff he said that made it incredibly hard for Vanessa to suppress her giggling. She kept most of it in check, but the smile on her face and the way her chest and shoulders shook totally gave her away as she walked up to Jean-Paul. Without a word, just that silly smile, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A leg hitched up around his waist and then tightened while she lifted herself up and wrapped her other leg around his waist. “Alright. Pillage me.”

Jean-Paul waggled his eyebrows for a moment just to make her laugh, then lifted off the floor and flew them very carefully out the window. He caught the frame with his foot and closed it behind them, then flew toward Zeitgeist, his back facing the ground so that Vanessa would have an easier time of balancing. As he’d said, dropping her from such a height would be bad for her health - and it would more than likely ruin their evening before it had a chance to begin. “Consider yourself pillaged, mon ami.”

Laughing quietly, Vanessa moved her lips to his ear and gave him her best purr before devolving into a giggling fit. The last time she had been in the air with Jean-Paul she had also been dangling from his belt. Now she was wrapped around him, clinging for security and watching the ground go by over his shoulder. “I feel like a jacket would’ve been a good idea,” she told him as cold air ran down her spine inside her shirt. Really, that hadn’t been well planned out at all. At least she had her keys, cell, money and ID on her.

“It is not so far,” Jean-Paul answered. “And on the way back, you can have mine.” He smiled, drifting over buildings and familiar streets. He checked over his shoulder to make sure he was heading in the right direction, corrected himself a bit, and then continued on. True to his words, just a few minutes later they were setting down on the pavement in front of Zeitgeist.

Vanessa gave Jean-Paul a kiss on the cheek and whispered something about him being a fantastic husband. Apparently she liked to collect fake husbands. In her defense, however, it was that realtor woman who had assumed that Jean-Paul was Mister Carlysle just as the woman on the phone had assumed Vanessa’s male companion with her would be a significant other.

By the time they landed Vanessa was shivering a bit. In fact, after unwrapping her legs from around her friend’s waist she moved her arms from his shoulders to his waist so they could slide under his jacket and she could get warmer. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the wind velocity. She pulled Jean-Paul through the door, still attached to him, and only gave the guy inside a cursory nod. Clearly she didn’t care whether or not he wanted to see their IDs.

Jean-Paul slid one arm around Vanessa’s shoulders to make it easier for her to halfway steal his coat while he was still wearing it, then pressed a kiss to her temple and let her lead him wherever she wanted to go. Sometimes, he really and truly wished that he felt any sexually inclination whatsoever toward women, especially in a situation like this. “We need the drinks with the cherries, oui?”

Vanessa was pretty damn comfortable all cuddled up next to Jean-Paul under his jacket. He really was her gay boyfriend in so many ways. The thought made her laugh quietly enough that in the noise of the bar it seemed silent. Her nose wrinkled at the mention of drinks with cherries, though. “Do we need to drink something with the cherries in them? According to Google they put maraschino cherries in mixed drinks and I’ve got it on good authority those things are disgusting.”

“We could ask for the cherries only,” Jean-Paul said, quirking a brow. They were making their way toward the bar now and, despite all the talk of cherries, he was very much looking forward to a plate of food the size of his head. Maybe after they won a great deal of money with the cherry stems.

“Cherries on the side, maybe. I don’t think cherries go with beer.” It was very rare that Vanessa drank hard liquor or mixed drinks. If recent history was anything to go by only feeling like she’d gotten emotionally sucker punched would do that to her. She was still refusing to let go of the Quebecois by the time they reached the bar. It was warm inside but Jean-Paul was warmer.

Jean-Paul ordered two beers and a bowl of cherries. The bartender raised a brow but didn’t say anything about it, just handed over the cherries before going to get their drinks. “Oui, I think putting cherries in beer would not be so good.” He grinned again, though, and used the hand attached to the arm he had wrapped around her shoulders to touch her nose with one finger.

Her nose wrinkled on contact and remained that way as she glanced over at the cherries. “Are they as gross and saccharine as I think they are? Because we could always just pluck off the stems without having to put the cherries in our mouths.” Her hopeful note sounded like it new it would be defeated. Part of the skill of knot tying was getting it off the cherry and tied in a timely manner.

Vanessa finally extricated herself from Jean-Paul when their drinks came and her hip nudged him out of the way so he couldn’t pay for them.

"The sweetness does not last so long," Jean-Paul said, amused to find himseld so suddenly out of reach of the check. "And you must get it off the stem, oui?" That was part of the challenge, after all. "Or I could eat your cherries for you. I like them."

The answering smile, complete with bit lower lip, was the sort Vanessa gave to people she flirted with. “There is something fantastically dirty sounding about you eating my cherries so I can wrap my tongue around the stems.” You didn’t even need to try to stretch your imagination to pick up on the innuendo there.

Jean-Paul quirked an eyebrow, straddling the line between flirtation and teasing now. “I live to sound dirty for you, mon ami.” Then he picked up a cherry and ate it, keeping the stem between his teeth as he offered it to her, saying, “The cherry is eaten. Now you must do the tongue wrapping.”

An eyebrow arched upward as an amused smile played on her lips. “Mm...how can I refuse?” Vanessa leaned in, the tip of her tongue touching the end of the stem for a moment before her lips parted. She could have simply taken the stem carefully with her teeth, but there were a few pairs of curious eyes on them and Vanessa enjoyed putting on a show. So instead of grabbing the stem easily she tilted her head and kissed Jean-Paul on the lips. As the kiss broke her teeth clamped down on the stem and she pulled it free of his mouth. Just before it disappeared into her mouth completely she gave her friend and pseudo-husband a wink.

The smirk on Jean-Paul’s lips had a great deal to do with the fact that quite a few people at the bar were now watching them. It had been a very long time since he enjoyed being in the spotlight, but he found that he didn’t mind so much in this instance. Picking up another cherry, he pulled it from the stem with his fingers and popped it in his mouth, watching Vanessa as he did.

Vanessa’s tongue worked as a rather casual pace to tie the stem in her mouth into a knot. While she was busy with that, however, her eyes were on Jean-Paul and his mouth in particular. It probably looked like she was thinking of doing very dirty things to him while she watched him. And Vanessa was thinking of doing very dirty things to someone, just not the Quebecois.

Jean-Paul watched Vanessa watching him and could only wonder at what sort of positive feedback loop this might have created were he someone else. Swallowing his cherry, he reached over and tapped his friend’s lower lip with his forefinger. “No teeth,” he reminded, smiling.

She opened her mouth, tongue coming out a bit with a partly tied stem laying on her tongue, unraveling as she displayed it in its unfinished glory. She pulled her tongue back in and worked to finish the stem before it could come apart completely. Once it was plucked from between her lips she said, “You are welcome to add your tongue to mine in an effort to ensure I don’t cheat.”

“I think I will try for myself,” Jean-Paul said, putting the second stem in his own mouth and beginning to work on it. He paused just long enough to wiggle his eyebrows at Vanessa, saying, “Next, it is timed, oui?” And then he got back to work refreshing his memory. It was kind of like riding a bike - once you managed it, you never really forgot how to do it.

“Of course, mi amor.” It was clear from the way her eyes crinkled around the outer edges that she was highly amused. Going out with Jean-Paul was always fun, but he had the capability of being a first class trouble maker with her. It was much of his appeal as a friend, actually. Vanessa took a long pull from her beer, eyes never leaving Jean-Paul’s mouth. More people seemed to be giving the pair their attention now, though most kept it to quick glances. A few were openly watching her and her friend. For their sakes one of her hands came to rest on Jean-Paul’s hip, then fell down until two fingers hooked into his front pocket. The gesture was casual and comfortable, like she’d done it hundreds of times before.

Jean-Paul slid a little closer, hips aligning with Vanessa’s almost automatically. A few moments later, he held the cherry stem in his teeth, a knot tied a little farther to one end than the other so he could grip the longer bit. “And now,” he said, reaching for his beer as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Now, we will take other people’s money - there are enough watching that we could win many bets, oui?”

Vanessa leaned into him, weight shifting so her hips leaned heavily against his. With a tilt of her head she leaned in and grabbed the other end of the tied stem from him, lips brushing his once again. People were such voyeurs and she liked to keep their interest. All the contact with Jean-Paul’s mouth left a cherry taste on her lips that Vanessa found herself licking off. “Mm, I think we may have a big enough audience.” An arm draped across his back, hand coming to rest on his shoulder as she nuzzled his neck and scanned the crowd over his shoulders.

“I think someone is about to proposition us for sex from the look on his face,” she whispered into his ear, making it look as intimately flirtatious as possible when she did.

Jean-Paul smirked despite himself. “Or he is going to try very hard to steal you away from me,” he murmured, keeping his own attention focused on Vanessa because that was authentic, wasn’t it? If you were out with a woman like her and interested in going home to have copious amounts of sex, you didn’t really pay attention to anyone else. “I will not let him succeed, I think.”

Smiling, she nuzzled back into his neck and whispered, “My hero. You’re the only man I want to go home with tonight.” Her voice was practically a purr in his ear and the closer the guy came to them the more thoroughly she plastered herself against the Quebecois.

Vanessa’s back was to the man when he finally reached the pair. His eyes moved over them in such a way that it was hard to tell which one of them he was looking at. “Can I buy you guys a drink?”

Jean-Paul pretended to consider the man’s offer, then quirked a brow and asked, “What would you buy us that we do not have already for ourselves.”

Vanessa laid her head on Jean-Paul’s shoulder so she could look back at the man. He was of average height, which meant he was shorter than both Jean-Paul and Vanessa. She had a thing against shorter men, which was perhaps unfair but she couldn’t help it. His eyes were a remarkable jade green with black flecks which contrasted with his onyx skin that had emerald shimmer to it. Despite his height, he was somewhat striking to look at.

The stranger seemed to be somewhat caught off balance by Jean-Paul’s answer. A more definite yes or no type answer was likely more what he had been anticipating. “Anything you want,” he offered with a slightly unsure smile.

“Vanessa?” Jean-Paul asked, quirking a brow down at her. “Would we like the ‘anything’ our friend here is offering?”

The soft luminescence of Vanessa’s eyes seemed to grow as her eyes widened a little. The glow from her eyes wasn’t usually noticeable, but inside Zeitgeist it was dim enough it became more obvious. “Nothing that can be purchased, no.” Her head straightened, nose trailing up the side of Jean-Paul’s neck as it did. “But there are ‘anythings’ that money can’t buy that we might want from him.”

Her voice had been a gentle purr as she spoke and Vanessa watched their black and green friend swallow as his eyes wavered between moving down them or staying on their faces.

Tipping his head to the side, Jean-Paul actually considered the man for a moment, weighing him on the ‘aesthetically pleasing’ scales in his head and finding that he passed. Interesting. “I am not opposed,” he said, wondering how far this would go, how far Vanessa would carry it. There was a limit built into his own interactions with most people these days.

The Quebecois reached over with his free hand, picked up a cherry from the bowl they’d been given, and offered it to their new companion. “Tie the stem in a knot with your tongue only.”

After some consideration, eyes moving between the offered cherry and the Quebecois, the man nodded a little. His tongue emerged from between his lips, dark green and forked, to pluck the cherry from Jean-Paul’s fingers where it dangled. The two sides of his tongue wrapped around the stem and pulled it into his mouth with the cherry dragging behind it.

Vanessa watched with what could only be called rapt attention. A forked tongue. And he could use it. That was fascinating and had so many possibilities. Keeping her focus on the man’s mouth, she whispered to Jean-Paul, “I’m not the only one thinking of all the uses for that, am I?”

“Non,” Jean-Paul said, tone most definitely distracted. “Non, mon ami.” He kept his voice soft enough that their companion wouldn’t hear as he continued, “I am thinking... there are many... many possibilities, oui? Many... things... that he might do with it.” And the Quebecois’ mind went straight into the gutter.

The cherry stem emerged clasped between the sides of the man’s tongue with three knots in it. A cupped hand raised into which he dropped the stem and offered it back to Jean-Paul and Vanessa. There was a small, almost shy smile on his face. “Am I allowed to buy you drinks now?”

Jean-Paul reached out and took the cherry stem, mind mostly stuck on the three knots tied in it. “Oui,” he said simply, noting with part of his mind that Vanessa’s grip on him seemed to have tightened. Apparently, she was having thoughts similar to his own. “Oui, mon ami. Please, buy us something more to drink.” He might not have let himself get so distracted, except for the fact that this man in this bar seemed so... self-conscious, in a way. He exuded none of the typical swagger Jean-Paul associated with people who propositioned other people in bars. And he was beautiful. That helped a great deal.

Their new friend visibly relaxed with a sigh that seemed to release the tension in him. Apparently he had been expecting a rejection of some sort. Now his smile was brighter, the white of his teeth a blinding contrast to his skin. “What would you like?”

“An Anchor Steam and a Blue Moon,” Vanessa answered. She wondered if this guy was used to being rejected. He was a very obvious, visible mutant. It stood to reason that he had been shot down, but many in the bar were visible mutants and she was willing to bet the vast majority of patrons were mutants in general. Why would he have been shot down so often?

While the man ordered Vanessa reached out with a free hand and ran just the tip of her finger down his arm from his shoulder to his elbow. “What’s your name?”

He seemed surprised at the contact and the question both. Vanessa got another one of those slightly unsure smiles. “Will. My name’s Will.”

“Hi, Will. I’m Vanessa.” She turned her head to the side, nudging Jean-Paul’s jaw with her nose. “This is Jean-Paul.”

“H-hi,” he stammered a bit in response.

Jean-Paul reached for his beer and sipped at it, figuring he should finish the first one he’d ordered before drinking the second. “Bonjour, Will,” he said with a smile, tipping his head to the side a little. Quirking a finger, he beckoned the other man closer. “Tell us what brings you here, mon ami, and if it is only the drinks you would like to buy for us or if you are interested in those other, priceless things Vanessa mentioned.”

Unlike Jean-Paul, Vanessa was willing to abandon her last beer. It was getting warm and she had drunk more than half of it. She’d also paid for it and could throw it away if she wanted to. Despite being nuzzled into her friend and draped around him, she managed to keep all her attention on the man with the glittering black skin.

Obviously feeling a little awkward under all the attention, Will moved a little unsteadily. He mostly shuffled his way closer to the pair, but he also found Vanessa hooking a finger through one of his belt loops and pulling him in closer. “Um, well. I-I, uh, just moved here? From Virginia. Someone told me there were a lot of mutants in the neighborhood and at this bar and so, I figured...somewhere I wouldn’t stand out, right?”

“Mm, no,” Vanessa disagreed with a smile. “You stand out quite well, love. In a very fetching sort of way.” She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not, but the green shimmer on his cheeks seemed to grow more intense for a moment, almost as if he was blushing.

“And I-I, uh...I mean, thanks.” He was obviously a little flustered at the compliment and didn’t know what to do with it.

Jean-Paul handed his empty glass back to the bartender and shifted both his body and Vanessa’s until they were more attached at the side than the front and he could reach out to slide two fingers over Will’s waistband. “I have flown over Virginia many times,” he offered. “They have many cows and lovely mountains. I think we are glad you are here now.” The Quebecois grinned. “Oui, very glad.”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s nice. It’s just, not real, well...I stick out a lot. And I don’t here. Well, in this neighborhood I don’t. It’s nice. New. Not as many weird looks and stuff, you know?” He was rambling now and that nervous energy was causing him to tense a bit.

Noticing the spike in nervousness, Vanessa turned to whisper into Jean-Paul’s ear. “Can we share him? Tonight? I know it’s not really something we would do normally but he’s so distracting and the tongue...and I can tell you’re just as distracted by him as I am. So I think we should share.”

Smiling, Jean-Paul pressed a kiss to Vanessa’s temple. “Oui. I would like this very much.”

Will looked a little confused about the exchange. Vanessa had whispered something and then Jean-Paul had whispered back and kissed her. He couldn’t decide if he was losing the interest of the pretty couple or if he had already lost it. Then Vanessa’s gaze settled back on him and Will suddenly felt the weight of her attention fully.

Vanessa’s focus was split only insofar as being cuddled against Jean-Paul went, otherwise it was all on Will. The fingers in his belt loop tugged him a little closer until she could lean forward and speak directly into his ear. “Do you want to come home with us?”

Eyes widening, the green shimmering flecks on his cheeks once against intensified to a near-glowing emerald. Will’s eyes darted between Jean-Paul and what little of Vanessa he could see with her so close to him. His expression seemed to be asking Jean-Paul if she was serious or if they were playing a mean joke on him.

Jean-Paul leaned in so he could murmur in Will’s other ear. “S'il vous plaît? We would enjoy the company, I think. And you... you are very pretty.” Then he shifted backward just enough so he could catch the corner of the other man’s lips with his own - it was a tease, but one full of promises the Quebecois fully intended to keep.

Will swallowed around the lump in his throat, which very well may have been his heart or his stomach or some other entirely necessary organ of his. He tried to speak and found he couldn’t so he merely nodded.

The nod made Vanessa smile and she pressed a soft kiss against the pulse point in the side of his throat. She could even feel the beat against her lips. The metamorph leaned back far enough to tilt her head to indicate their drinks waiting on the bar. “I think we should take those, and find a table or a booth in a corner,” she suggested just loud enough for Will and Jean-Paul to hear. “And we can hint in a thousand tiny ways at the things we’re going to do with you. And you’ll have to get through your drink before we take you home and do any of them.”

Vanessa wore a smile like the cat that got the cream. Will’s intensity distracted and fantastically lust-filled expression warranted it. But it was to Jean-Paul that she directed her question. “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

A contented smile curling up the corners of his lips, Jean-Paul nodded. “Oui. I think it sounds like a great deal of fun.” He nodded toward a booth that had just become available in the corner and considered his drink for a moment. If he wanted to pick it up, he’d need to free his fingers from Will’s waistband and he wasn’t particularly interested in doing that. At least not for a moment. He leaned in again, lips brushing the lobe of the other man’s ear, and said, “We are very creative, I promise you this. And there are so many things, as she says, that we would like to do to you, mon ami.”

He breathed in the other mutant’s scent, noted a slight metallic tinge to it that wasn’t unpleasant at all, and then slipped his fingers free so he could pick up his glass.

The shimmering green glow on Will’s skin spread all down his throat from his cheeks. “I, uh. I... “ He rubbed the back of his neck, lost for words. “Gods, yes,” he finally breathed after a few moments of silence punctuated by a handful of aborted attempts at speaking. He took Vanessa’s drink and handed it to her, then took his own and follow the pair of them to a booth in the very back of the bar. His eyes only left one’s backside for the other’s. The view was insanely good from where Will was standing. Good enough that he didn’t notice when a hand reached back and took his to direct him where they wanted him.

Vanessa thought Will looked very distracted, so she took the liberty of directing him onto the bench of the booth next to Jean-Paul and then followed so he was sandwiched between them. The three of them fit comfortably on one side together, but there wasn’t exactly what one would call wiggle room. Who needed that anyway? An arm draped across Will’s shoulders so her hand rested just as much on him as it did the Quebecois beside him.

Will glanced down at the hand, then over at Vanessa and finally to the man beside him. “Wh-what are the rules? I mean, there’s always rules, right? B-because you two are, um, together and stuff. Right? And th-that gets complicated in a bad way without rules.” He made eye contact with both of them before saying. “I don’t want to be the bad thing in the middle.”

“We,” Jean-Paul said, indicating himself and Vanessa, “will concentrate on you, you see? And so there will be no bad things, as you say.” He smiled, then. “Tell us what you would like - we are flexible. Very flexible.”

The nonstop stream of images in Will’s head would have made many people blush. How did he separate them out from one another to tell them anything even remotely coherent? Especially when Jean-Paul said they would both be focusing on him? So very many images, and all off them naked and writhing and with him in the middle. It was like every man’s fantasy jackpot, only they were actually asking what he wanted them to do because they would actually do it.

“I want to taste you,” he said to neither one in particular. Will’s eyes shifted to Vanessa. “I...” he had to stop and focus his thoughts. “I want y-your mouth...on me.” He took a minute to swallow and shift his focus to Jean-Paul, “W-when mine is on you. I-I want th-the taste of you. I-in m-my mouth. W-when I taste her.” The stammering was all nerves and not at all an actual speech impediment. Will kept expecting to be shot down. He kept expecting the rug to be pulled out from under his feet.

Only Vanessa leaned in closer to him, nose nuzzling into the side of his neck very, very lightly. “Do you like teeth, mi cuervo?” She wasn’t sure if he understood the Spanish, but it didn’t matter very much and it sounded better in someone’s ear than Swahiili.

Will’s head began to nod before he could vocalize an answer. “A-a little. Y-yeah.”

Vanessa smiled, took a pull from her pint and then continued. “And if my hands get jealous that my mouth gets all the fun while you have him in your mouth?” Her hand dropped from her glass to his lap, fingertips grazing over his inner thigh far enough to come dangerously close to much more interesting areas. “Do my fingers get to explore?” She felt the reaction before he could answer.

“Y-yes.” His breath was caught up in his throat.

Jean-Paul grinned. Such a willing participant. He liked that. He liked a great deal about this man. "And will I get to taste you, also?" His voice was low, lips pressed to the shell of Will's ear as his own fingertip trailed along the other mutant's waistband. "I am, as they say, very thorough." The Quebecois' fingers dipped below Will's waistband again, as close to the back as it was possible to be given their seating arrangement.

Will found he couldn't even swallow around the breath caught in his throat. There were hands on him and lips against his ears or neck as they saw fit. There was so much desire and it was all being pointed at him. It was no surprise that he found himself suddenly and achingly hard. "Yes," came out in a barely audible breath.

Grinning, Jean-Paul nodded, letting his lips brush lower along Will's jaw. "Bon." He deposited his beer on the table and moved his now free hand to the other man's rather obvious arousal. "Oui, tres bien."

All his focus and attention went to his lap with the overt placement of Jean-Paul’s hand and the placement of Vanessa’s skirting the line of decency. A very shaky exhale followed. If they did what they said they were going to do then there would be a lot of mouths and hands intent on him later. It was entirely possible Will would overload on all that sensation and he wondered if that was really possible. If it was then he wanted to know what that was like. For now, it took about all his self-control to not attempt to initiate something very, very inappropriate in public.

Vanessa was somewhere between very amused and very turned on. She shifted so she could look at Will more directly and slid a leg up and over one of his. Her fingers never stopped their nonsense tracing over his upper, inner thigh. “Aren’t you thirsty?” she asked, head nodding in the vague direction of his nearly untouched drink.

Will’s eyes flicked from the drink, then to Jean-Paul and on to Vanessa. He laid a hand on the knee of the leg hooked over his and let it slide up her thigh. It was the first time he’d let himself touch either of them. “N-not for th-that anymore,” he told her very quietly and very seriously, the strain of his self-control evident in his voice.

“Oui,” Jean-Paul said, nodding comfortably as he considered their positions. “I am not so thirsty for Blue Moon, myself.” He grinned as he popped the button on Will’s jeans and then used one finger caught between the teeth of his zipper to slide it down. “I am thirsty for something else, also.” And with that, he slid beneath the table - never let it be said that he didn’t see things through.

Vaness’s hand retreated once Jean-Paul had vanished under the table. Her leg pulled Will’s closer to her, spreading it from the other as she felt the Quebecois position himself. The hand that had been resting on Will’s shoulder slid up into his hair and she used the other to take up her glass again. Vanessa looked entirely casual as she took a pull from her pint and then set the glass back down.

Will, on the other hand, was doing a terrible job of looking anything like casual. There was a very attractive man with a French accent under the table, unzipping him completely and very likely intending to do very interesting things that would show all over his face. He wasn’t any good with keeping a straight face even in less...passionate circumstances.

Jean-Paul pulled Will’s length through the slit of his boxers and smiled contentedly, then set about going down on the other man like it was the most interesting, time-absorbing thing he’d ever done in his entire life. It... had been several long months since he’d done this skin-to-skin and the taste of it on his tongue, salty and slightly bitter, had him hardening in his own trousers.

Will could feel Vanessa’s eyes on him when the other man’s mouth closed around him and any idea of trying to keep what was happening off his face went straight out of the window. He had come to the bar for a drink. He had hesitantly approached a very attractive and seemingly playful couple and now...now he was getting a blow job under the table.

The grip of the black hand on her leg tightened, causing Vanessa to smile. She liked watching Will’s face and his desperate attempt to not be too obvious. They were in the back corner of the bar, but that didn’t mean people weren’t nearby or that they wouldn’t notice what was going on. She enjoyed watching him, but in the end she used the hand in his hair to turn his face toward her and sealed her mouth over his. No one would notice anything out of the ordinary if what they saw was his iron grip on her hip and them making out.

Minutes passed and Jean-Paul put to use skills he’d accumulated over the years, ensuring that, by the time the younger man finished, he was somewhere very near boneless. Then the Quebecois tucked Will back into his trousers, zipped him up, and slid back into the booth. He wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, licked it clean, and then leaned over to steal Will’s lips from Vanessa.

Climax had already torn his mouth from the woman’s and left Will’s forehead resting against hers as he panted a little to catch his breath. That breath had not been caught before he found his chin directed to the other side and Jean-Paul’s mouth waiting for him. Will could taste himself in the other man’s mouth which caused a rather appreciative sound to come from low in his throat. If he wasn’t very careful he would end up hard and aching again within minutes. He hadn’t even realized when his hand had found its way from Vanessa’s hip to between her legs. He knew it was there now and he had no intention of moving it given the small movements of her hips in response to the movements of his fingers, even through her pants. Jesus. Pants were so overrated.

Jean-Paul finally let Will up for air and then tipped his head to the side to consider the look on Vanessa’s face. He licked his lower lip, then reached over and unbuttoned her pants for Will. A moment later and he was out of the booth, having shifted until he could literally just use his powers to hop over it, blocking outside view of whatever young Will might decide to do. God knew Jean-Paul was entirely in favor of helping his friend get off.

Vanessa had not anticipated Jean-Paul unbottoning her pants for their new favorite friend. The movement had drawn her attention to him even as she watched him leave the booth. Once he was gone, though, her attention had nowhere to go but to the man whose hand was slipping out from between her legs. An unhappy little sound replied to that decision.

Will’s hands found their way to Vanessa’s hips so he could reposition her. With Jean-Paul gone from the booth’s bench he turned her and lifted a leg until he could slid it behind himself. She was flexible, apparently. Nice. Once he had her legs mostly wrapped around him he dragged her over the bench with him until his back hit the wall. Now she was better blocked from view and his mouth reclaimed hers only a moment before his fingers pulled down her zipper. A few seconds later and his hand was sliding down into her pants.

There was no fight put up by Vanessa. None at all. She let Will position her and move her and steal every ounce of concentration she had. Dimly, she registered the feeling of someone sliding into the booth behind her. She could only assume it was Jean-Paul since she was entirely unwilling to surrender Will’s mouth to find out for sure. There was the faint taste of what she assumed was the other man on his tongue transferred from her friend’s mouth. That was more of a turn on than it maybe should have been.

When Will’s hand found his way into her panties, however, Vanessa found herself leaning back against the solid, warm feel of the man behind her. One arm was wrapped around Will’s shoulders ensuring she kept him close enough to keep kissing while her other hand wound up on Jean-Paul’s leg in a bid to keep herself steady. What she didn’t manage, however, was stopping the small sounds that fell into Will’s mouth thanks to those fingers of his.

Jean-Paul stayed where he was for a few long moments, anchoring Vanessa even while he watched the shifting of her hips and listened to the sounds she made. They were faint, mostly hidden beneath the music in the bar, but they made him smile anyway. It was good, he thought, that she could enjoy herself this way. Then he shifted forward, pressing closer to her back to make sure she was as steady as could be without restricting the movement of her hips. The blue of her skin was an interesting contrast against the black of Will’s, especially when combined with the green sheen all along his skin.

When climax eventually hit her Vanessa kept her mouth tightly locked onto Will’s so that the sound of her crying out was mostly swallowed by the seal of their lips on each other. When the sound faded she allowed their lips to part and her head came to rest against her friend’s shoulder, back still arched while Will’s hand seemed to decide whether or not it would be retreating. “Drink, mi amor,” she said to Jean-Paul quietly. “Mm...we are so taking him home.” Her voice began to rise a bit. “And stripping him.” A bit more. “And having absolutely no sleep from playing with him all night.”

Will only caught that last bit. If a smile could be both smug and shy then that was the one he wore at the moment. His hand slipped free of Vanessa’s pants and he considerately pulled her zipper up and re-buttoned her just as Jean-Paul had done for him. With his eyes on the couple, he reached over, took his drink and downed the entire thing in one go to make a pointed agreement with Vanessa about leaving. Though she did look fairly comfortable lying so limply against her boyfriend. Will let his hands trail up her thighs from her knees and back again while they spoke. He liked touching them both, even if for no other reason than they allowed it.

Nuzzling the side of Vanessa’s neck as she came down from her orgasm, Jean-Paul smiled, then reached for his drink so he could down the entirety of it quickly. He made sure he had one arm at his friend’s waist just in case. His hand trailed outward, over Will’s stomach, not teasing so much as promising more things to come. Then he tipped his head to the side again, cheek resting against Vanessa’s shoulder, and said, voice just loud enough for the other man to hear, “We want you. I think I would like to see you moving inside her.”

Those words instantly had Will visualizing exactly that. Vanessa pinned to a bed beneath him while Jean-Paul watched, hopefully taking care of himself while he did. Very careful to not dislodge Vanessa’s legs around his waist, Will leaned over her and caught Jean-Paul’s lips in a brief kiss. Initiative. Obviously some of that shyness and feeling of impending rejection was finally being shed. “I’d like that.” He looked down and brushed his lips against Vanessa’s. “Would you like that? Having him watch us?”

God, that whole scenario inexplicably tightened things low in her body and sent a happy shiver down her spine. As strange and murky as her relationship with Jean-Paul had once been at the start of their friendship, it had certainly never been anything like this. She had an attraction to the man she would never bother to deny, but he was strictly and comfortably in the friend box. But the very idea of him enjoying watching Will inside her? That had her biting her lip hard enough that her teeth were on the verge of breaking skin. Her only answer to Will was a nod while the hand on Jean-Paul’s leg tightened its grip for a moment.

Jean-Paul smiled. He whispered in Vanessa’s ear, “Your drink is the last. And then we can go home.” They’d long ago left the cherries behind and all thoughts of bets were gone as he nudged his friend’s drink closer to her.

Vanessa tilted her head backward until she could whisper into Jean-Paul’s ear. “Your place is closest.” It was as close to asking if he was okay with them taking Will there as she could get in her state of distraction. It really wasn’t fair, as far as she was concerned, that they had her this turned on and seemed to be far less distracted themselves. She noticed Will’s eyes watching her with a heat in them that only made her own level of distraction worse. Vanessa reached for her glass and drank down the rest of her beer as quickly as possible. She found Will’s lips waiting for her once the empty glass was back on the table for a heated, though brief, kiss.

Nodding his silent acquiescence, Jean-Paul waited until her glass was on the table and then slid toward the edge of the booth. He kept his hand on Vanessa’s waist, though he didn’t pull her away from Will. Rather, he waited until she’d untangled herself and then stood, offering his hand to help her stand - the Quebecois was none too sure how stable her knees were in her current condition. The thought made him smile again, though it was Will that he looked toward, an eyebrow quirking. “Come, mon ami. It is not such a far walk.”

Will had been watching the way Vanessa slid her arm around her boyfriend and more or less collapsed in against him, if one could collapse while staying on their feet anyhow. He had apparently spaced out a little because Jean-Paul’s words pulled him back to earth. Nodding, he slid out of the booth and gestured for the couple to lead the way. “After you.” Vanessa looked comfortable all nestled up next to Jean-Paul, but Will considered taking the man’s other side for himself once they were outside.

The shyness had certainly faded.