Archive of Our Own ^beta

Logan hadn’t expected this.

He’d been in the middle of plenty of relationships in the past but never like this.

A hand trailed down his chest, well manicured nails scratching indistinct patterns in his chest hair.

“You can touch,” Wade’s voice in his ear on his left, deep and encouraging.
“She’s particularly fond of here,” Wade brushed Vanessa’s long hair over her shoulder, caressing her neck. “And here.” He cupped her lace-covered breast, teasing her nipple, drawing slow circles with his thumb. “And here.” His lips brushed Logan’s ear as he spoke. Logan swallowed hard, letting Wade take his hand and place it high on Vanessa’s thigh.

“A little to the left. Wade’s never been good with directions.”

Logan laughed at that, some of the tension breaking.

“I dunno about that,” he said, slowly dragging his palm up and down the inside of her smooth thigh. Her skin was so soft, like silk beneath his fingertips. He turned to Wade and took his chin in his other hand, tracing his thumb across his bottom lip. “He can be a good boy with the right motivation.”

Wade’s mouth fell open in a gasp and it was Vanessa’s turn to laugh, head thrown back, breasts bouncing temptingly in front of him.

She cupped Wade’s cheek and leaned in, licking across his bottom lip and subsequently Logan’s thumb. She closed her lips around both and sucked, the wet heat of it going straight to his cock. His grip tightened on her hip, pulling her down to grind against him.

She let him feel like he was in control for a moment — who was he kidding? He hadn’t been in control since the moment Wade had stepped into his life — then took back the reins, her fingers tightening in his hair, blunt canines nipping at his lip until he opened to her.

She was more controlled in her eagerness than Wade, but no less enthusiastic, claiming his mouth like she had every right to.

He felt Wade’s back shift under his palm, moving closer, his chest brushing against Logan’s side.

Vanessa moaned and he swallowed the sound, at the same time registering the brush of Wade’s knuckles against his clothed dick. His hips bucked unintentionally as he realized what was happening.

Wade was on his knees beside him, the fingers of one hand tangled in Vanessa’s silken locks while the others slipped beneath the lace of her panties into her dripping core.

Logan guided her hips in a gentle rocking motion that had the back of Wade’s hand rubbing against him, a torturous tease.

It wasn’t nearly enough, and evidently Vanessa agreed because before long she was leaning over to Wade, whispering something in his ear that made him moan loud enough to disturb the neighbors.

He pressed his forehead against her temple, kissing her chastely before remarking, “you have the best ideas.”

Vanessa grinned and lifted up on her knees, giving Wade space to slip his fingers from her slick cunt and pull Logan’s cock out, giving it a few long, firm strokes, leaving him feeling sticky and warm and craving so much more.

“Fuck Wade.”

“Actually, we’re fucking Ness right now. I can wait.”

Something about the use of “we” in that sentence made Logan’s brain melt.

He guided the head of Logan’s dick between her legs, rubbing it back and forth across the damp lace a few times before Logan’s impatience kicked in and he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, tugging it to the side.

Wade chuckled, mouth pressed to Vanessa’s throat.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He asked her, pressing the tip to her entrance. It was almost unbearable restraining himself from just lifting his hips and pressing into her fully, but Wade’s grip on him was firm and firmer still was his desire to be good for them.

Vanessa nodded and the head of his cock was suddenly enveloped in her slick heat.

He moaned, all thoughts of being good flying out the window as his instincts too over, hips bucking, attempting to bury himself inside her, only to be stopped by Wade’s fist still wrapped around him.

He tsk’ed.

“Not yet, puppy.”

Logan whined, his hand tighten on Wade’s thigh.

“You know how to beg better than that.”

“Please Wade, ah fuck,” he cut himself off with a gasp as Vanessa lifted fully off of him and Wade found her clit with the head of Logan’s cock, rubbing firmly against it.

They were using him like a toy.

The thought made something flare hot and heavy in his gut.

“What do you think, Ness? You want more?” Wade asked her, teasing her entrance again.

“Yes,” she said, and Logan couldn’t decided if it sounded more like a demand or a beg. It didn’t matter. Wade finally gave them what they wanted.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Wade moved his hand, letting Vanessa sink onto him inch by inch, making sure she felt every fucking millimeter.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding; he’s so big.” Vanessa tossed her head back, chest heaving as she finally sat flush in his lap.

“Told you,” Wade said with a smirk.

Abstractly, Logan knew that they had to have talked about it, but picturing it now, the two of them laying tangled in her sheets, discussing the size of his cock, how it felt inside of Wade, how it would feel inside of her… it was almost too much to bear.

Wade ran a hand down her body, starting at her throat and trailing between her breasts, over the taught muscles of her stomach, coming to rest just above her cunt.

“Fuck sweetheart, look at you take it, so perfect.” His fingers slipped lower, brushing against her clit, making her walls squeeze Logan tighter, which hadn’t seemed possible. She was already so snug around him, a perfect fit he already knew he could get addicted to.

She rocked her hips and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself grounded. He wanted to move, to take, to fuck up into her until she was screaming his name and coming all over his cock, but he hadn’t been given permission yet, so he had to sit still and take what he was given.

“You too, baby.” Suddenly Wade’s voice was in his ear now. “Being so good for us. I know how hard it is. She feels so good, doesn’t she?” Logan nodded, not sure if Wade was actually expecting a response or not.

Wade leaned in, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the side of Logan’s while at the same time another mouth, smaller, softer, pressed against the other side.

Jesus fucking Christ these two were going to be the death of him.

They took turns slipping their tongues between his lips, brushing against each other, nipping and sucking in a way that almost completely distracted him from the main event, but then Wade must’ve done something he couldn’t see because suddenly Ness was gasping and grinding in his lap like the professional dancer she used to be.

He lost himself to the act for a bit, trying his best to hold on while Vanessa took what she wanted and Wade used his knowledge of both of their bodies to make it devastatingly perfect. His chatter, usually so deliberately annoying and off-putting, turned filthy, his words pressing every button her body didn’t until he was desperate for it to be over despite never wanting it to end.

“Wade, touch me,” she finally demanded, still looking at Logan like she wanted to ruin him. (She was).

He could tell she was getting desperate too.

Thank the gods.

“Yes ma’am,” Wade said, leaving his side and moving to straddle his legs behind her. Luckily Vanessa’s couch was deep enough that there was room for both of them; if it’d been the one back at their place he’d’ve ended up on the floor.

Wade unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side and the few brain cells Logan had functioning wondered why they hadn’t done that to begin with. Her naked breasts were gorgeous, especially when Wade’s hands moved up her stomach to cupped them, pinching and tugging at her nipples, making her writhe in his lap.

“That’s - ah - that’s not what I meant,” she snapped, but it came out too breathless and needy to be any sort of reprimand.

“I know what you meant, honey, just thought our boy might enjoy the view.”

Our boy.

The words had his head spinning, like he might be allowed to keep this. Like they might want to keep him.

His hands moved to replaced Wade’s.

“Be a good boy and give the lady what she wants,” he told him, noting the way it made Wade’s hands tremble as they slid lower and his eyelids flutter.

He was evidently moving too slow for Vanessa though and she grabbed his wrist, putting his hand exactly where she wanted it. The display of dominance had both men moaning, Wade going so far as to whimper against her shoulder when she arranged his fingers for him and demanded, “stay.”

She draped her arms over Logan’s shoulders, leaning forward so that her chest was pressed against his, her face buried in his neck. The new angle must’ve been what she was looking for because suddenly the languid teasing was over and she moved her body with singleminded purpose.

“Fuck don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she instructed. He wasn’t sure which of them she was talking to, but both complied. He could feel Wade’s hand trapped between them, fingers moving fast but steady, and he kept the pace of his thrusts even as her movements started to falter.

“That’s it honey, come for us. Show Logan how pretty you take it.”

She mouthed at his neck and he tilted his head to the side to give her more space. Wade leaned over her shoulder to kiss him, a bruising, suffocating, biting kiss, while grinding against her perfect ass. One of Logan’s hands slid from her hip to where she and Wade were touching, wrapping around the base of his cock and giving him the stimulation he needed to push him over the edge too.

She let out a shout, high then pitching low as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

The sharp sting of her fingernails clawing at his shoulders, her thighs tightening around him, Wade’s tongue down his throat and fist in his hair, cock heavy and hot against his palm; it was all too much to hold on any longer.

His orgasm felt like drowning — lungs burning, muscles aching, blood thrumming in his veins and rushing in his ears. The conscious world fading to black as everything narrowed down to a singular, explosive point.

“One of you has to carry me to the shower. You both made a mess.”

“Sure thing, babe. Soon as I can feel my legs again.”

The world came back into focus with the sounds of his two partners — could he call them that now? — bickering lightheartedly, teasing while simultaneously checking in with each other.

Wade combed Vanessa’s hair back over her shoulder, gently running his hands over her body, paying careful attention to her hips and thighs, places one of them might’ve squeezed too hard or gotten too rough.

There was nothing; no trace of injury or lasting mark. He had been good, hadn’t hurt anyone, hadn’t lost control.

Wade moved off his lap to his side, being careful not to make Vanessa’s sofa any more of a mess than it already was.

And then there were two sets of hands on him, petting through his hair, down his chest, over his arms, as if he needed it too, as if he could be broken.

The way they were both looking at him, satisfied and pleased, like they wanted this, wanted him, he thought maybe he could be.

He kissed Vanessa first, softer than the other kisses they’d shared tonight, no ulterior motive or lust behind it. A thank you, for wanting him, or letting him, he wasn’t sure, he just knew he was thankful. For her, for this, but most of all, for Wade.

He broke apart from Vanessa and she leaned away, giving him space to reach for Wade. It took him a second to realize Logan’s intentions — or lack thereof — but after a moment he melted into it, letting Logan give him the softness, the sweet gratitude and adoration, he deserved.

“Toldja he gets all cuddly and cumdumb after an orgasm. Usually takes two or three before he’s this sweet though. Must be the pussy,” Wade said once they’d finally parted, never one to let a mood turn serious for too long. Logan was almost grateful for it.

“Shuddup,” Logan muttered, burying his face in Vanessa’s neck. She giggled and he sucked in a breath, realizing suddenly that he was still inside her.

“Two or three, huh?” She asked, moving her hips in a slow circle. “Maybe that shower can wait.”

Wade grinned and laid down on his front, his head level with Vanessa’s knees. He placed a kiss on the outside of her thigh, then another closer in.

“Don’t worry m’lady.” She leaned back, bracing herself on Logan’s knees, and Wade inched forward, the flat of his tongue licking up the sticky mess clinging to Logan’s happy trail. “There’s more than one way to clean up a mess.”

If this was how it was going to be to be in the middle of Wade and Vanessa’s relationship, well, Logan could get used to this kind of triangle.