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jon/spencer/cassie, the epic love story

Morning Coffee (Jon/Cassie/Spencer, adult)
Morning Coffee

Fits immediately after Three's Company in the Epic 'verse. Written for the Bandom More Is More Meme.

Adult, ~1100 words. Pure porn here, people. And completely fictional. Enjoy.

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When Jon wakes up, Cassie is still curled against him, but Spencer is gone. He spends approximately 2.4 seconds panicking that Spence freaked out before realizing that there's a note propped in front of the clock on the nightstand.

Gone for coffee. Back shortly. S.

Okay, yeah. Jon lets himself relax back into the warm of the pillows and blankets and Cassie. He's lying there, thinking that last night had gone better than he ever would have imagined, when Cassie stirs. She stretches, pressing her body against his where they touched. He knows when she opens her eyes and sees the empty side of the bed, because she stills, stiffens.

"He didn't run. He left a note."

"Mm." It usually takes her a few seconds to wake up enough for proper speech, so he interprets this as relief.

She relaxes against him, going boneless, and he knows she's drifting back into an in-between state, not quite ready to be completely awake. He shifts, turning onto his side to spoon behind her, and she moves obligingly, fitting her back to his front and wiggling until his morning wood is pressed against her ass.

"Mm-morning." She moves against him, pushing the back of her head against his forehead, lifting her calf over his and shifting until he's sliding against her pussy.

JOn drops his head so that his mouth can rest on the curve of her neck, and one hand reaches around to cup a breast and tease a hardening nipple. It doesn't stay there long; instead it slides down between her legs, where she's warm and damp, partly from the night's activities, partly because this is her favorite way to wake up. When he pushes two fingers in, her head twists, and she fits her open mouth to his for a messy, tongue-twisting kiss.

"How do you want me?"

She tries to turn, but Jon doesn't let her. Instead he kneels, manhandles her so that they're facing the door, and lifts her over his thigh, lining up and pushing into her until he's bottomed out with her back flush to his front. Cassie is limp against him, her eyes closed, one hand curled backwards around his neck, the other working between her legs, and she lets him establish a rhythm of smooth, deep strokes.

Spencer is trying to be quiet when he returns - if Jon weren't waiting for it, listening for it, he'd never have heard the click of the apartment door opening and closing. But he did, and he was, so he's anticipating it when Spence comes into the bedroom. He sees how blue eyes widen; Jon knows that look - Spencer's turned on by the sight in front of him.

"Fuck." It's a reverent whisper, but it has Cassie opening her eyes, arching against Jon.

Spencer stays still, by the door, and Jon sees his Adam's apple bob before he comes in and closes the door, sets the coffees down. Then his jacket and shoes are removed in a flurry of limbs, and he crawls onto the bed and drops on his belly so he's prone in front of them and buries his face between Cassie's thighs.

Jon's hips jerk upwards and his hands tighten on Cassie, because fuck, that's Spencer's tongue on his cock where Cassie is stretched around him. He watches over her shoulder, sees her hand fist in Spencer's hair, feels her grip around his neck tighten. Her torso arcs away in a sharp curve as she comes, squeezing and fluttering around him.

Jon holds himself still. One move'll be enough, it'll be over. His fingers flex and release against the curve of hipbones, and he moans when he feels a finger join Spencer's tongue. When Cassie whimpers, Spencer moves to press a kiss to her belly, replacing his tongue with another finger. She lifts and presses down, despite Jon's deathgrip, and when she's resettled there are two fingers inside her, stretching her alongside him.

Spencer asks, "Can you take me, too?" and Jon's breath backs up in his throat.

"Yes." Cassie's response is a humming moan. "Please."

And Jon realizes that this is exactly what she wanted when she suggested this. He doesn't know if she realized it, but he recalls her words: It'll be like having both of you inside me at the same time. And she had had them both last night, but this, now, was together.

Jon thinks this is maybe the hottest, dirtiest thing he's ever thought about doing. And he wants to kiss Cassie and Spencer both for thinking of it, because never in a million years would he have suggested it. But that's all he has time to think, because Spencer's kneeling now, unzipping his jeans and fitting his pelvis to Cassie's and his legs against Jon's. When Jon lifts Cassie, Spencer lets the head of his cock take the place of his fingers, and then he's sliding in against Jon as Cassie resettles, balanced between the two of them.

And, fuck, Spencer is inside Cassie with Jon, their cocks pressed against each other, and Cassie's letting them control everything now, languidly kissing Spencer and running her fingers up and down Jon's arms. She doesn't even try to move her body, just lets Jon rock her in miniscule motions into Spencer.

Jon can feel the hot, wet clench and release of her tremors around him, and he wonders if she can come again. He's not sure that he'll have anything to do with it if she does, because he's reached the end of his tether: Cassie is in his arms, and Spencer's cock is pressed against his - it feels like it does when they jerk each other off together, hard flesh aligned in a shared grip, but a thousand times better because they're not just wanking, they're fucking, and - ohfuck, Spencer's just rolled his hips, and whatever he's doing with his tongue (and Jon knows how good he is with his tongue) makes Cassie keen and arch into him, and Jon is done. Small rocking motions become one, two, three hard thrusts, and he's coming in a blinding rush.

When he can see again, when he regains feeling in his extremities, he's slumped back against the headboard. Spencer is still holding Cassie up, and Jon can feel the flood of Spencer's orgasm, the pulse of Cassie's on sensitive flesh. It's enough to set up aftershocks and have him groaning.

He's not complaining, though. He just had what definitely qualifies as the best sex of his life, and they've still got the rest of the day off. He wonders what else they can try.