New RPS fic - Jared/Jensen/Sandy - Why Can't I
Threesome porn written for superpornsunday!

Thanks to sevenfists for the beta! This was supposed to be fun and flirty and wound up porny and angsty. WHOOPS.


Title - Why Can't I
Pairing - Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Rating - NC17
Word Count - 2300







Why Can't I



Jared and Sandy invite Jensen to dinner. It’s Sandy’s turn to pick the movies, so it turns into a John Hughes marathon. Jensen brings a twelve pack of Corona and a bottle of Cuervo to go with the nachos Sandy’s making, and when Jared sees he says, “Awesome! Check it out; I know I’ve got a Mexican hat around here somewhere.”

For the rest of the night Sadie walks around with a purple sombrero on her head, and Jensen isn’t even surprised.

They eat during Sixteen Candles; nacho crumbs getting stuck to the brown suede couch cushions, Sandy leaning over to wipe a spot of guacamole off the corner of Jensen’s lip just as Anthony Michael Hall holds up Molly Ringwald’s panties in the men’s room. The Breakfast Club is for sucking down beers and doing shots. Jared suggests that they all take a drink every time someone in the movie says fuck, and the three of them wind up blind drunk thirty-eight minutes into the movie.

When Sandy tries to put on Pretty in Pink, Jensen puts his foot down.

“Jared, tell your woman to step away from the DVD player.”

Sandy pouts from across the room, long dark hair spilling over her right eye, her pretty mouth twisted in a pout. “Jensen.” She even stomps her foot, which is cute.

“Sandy,” Jared calls from the kitchen. “Put regular TV on, baby. I don’t think Jensen wants to watch another movie.”

“But it’s movie night, Jared. We can watch TV whenever” Sandy sticks her tongue out and Jensen waves at her.

“Sandy,” Jared warns. His head pops out from the kitchen, hair flopping messily over his eyes. “Just for a little while, ok, baby?”

Sandy frowns but presses the button on the TV, and all at once, thankfully, the room is full of the sounds of football highlights on ESPN.

“Boooo-ring.” Sandy blows a raspberry and kicks a pillow lying on the floor.

Jensen can’t stop watching her. Because he knows why he’s here – it’s the same reason he comes over whenever they call. The three of them have their thing now, whatever it is, and everything else, the movies and food and booze is all just a warm-up for the rest of the night. A little: Hey, how you doin’, how ‘bout we hang out some before we fuck for the rest of the night? which is fine by Jensen.

He usually needs some time to ease into things anyway.

Now is good, though. The beer and tequila have worked their way through his system, heating his blood and making his limbs feel warm and heavy. He slumps back further into the couch and opens his legs. In the kitchen Jared is making noise, banging around pots and glasses in the sink, but in the living room all Jensen hears is the amped up boom of Chris Berman’s laugh through the speakers and his heart pounding like a drum at the way Sandy’s watching him.

She crosses the room and stands in front of him, one foot propped on the couch next to his hip, her little white skirt hitched up high on her thighs.

“Hi,” she says, quiet and a little sweet, and leans down to kiss him.

Kissing Sandy is always a shock. It takes his brain a second to remember how she feels and tastes from the last time, so while his hands are sliding into thick hair and his mouth is covering hers on instinct, his brain is stuck somewhere in the: Holy fuck, best friend’s girlfriend! zone.

Thankfully, by the time she straddles his lap, Jensen’s brain is with the program.

Tonight she tastes slick and tart; cold from the beer she was drinking, a little sour from the lime. Jensen licks across her lips, takes her face in his hands and settles her more firmly into his lap, groaning long and low as she grinds down, damp heat against his crotch. Her small hands twist in his hair and hold his head back so she can eat into his mouth. Jensen tries not to shake as he touches her through her thin t-shirt.

He pulls back and licks the hollow of her throat, palming her breasts in his hands. “We should wait for—“

“’M’right here, Jen. Don’t worry.”

Jared’s voice startles Jensen, and then Sandy’s smoothing a hand over Jensen’s side, her dark eyes wide and soft. Jensen still expects a punch to the jaw, or a knee in his balls whenever this happens. Whenever Jared sees them like this. No matter how many times Jared’s told him: “We talked about it and it’s all right. We want you, Jen – we both do,” he’s still waiting for the day the other shoe drops. The day Jared realizes Sandy’s his and he doesn’t want to share. Or the day Sandy realizes the same thing about Jared.

And that’s the fuck of it, right there. Jensen looks from Sandy’s watchful doe eyes, up to Jared’s easy smile, and doesn’t know which one he’d be able to give up first.

*

Getting into bed is still awkward. Jensen never knows where to lie, who to touch first. This is Jared and Sandy’s bed; it’s where they sleep every night. Him being in it is a thing - a big thing - and there’s no way to make that seem casual or any less fucked up than it is.

And man is it fucked up.

Sandy’s between them tonight, lying on her side facing Jensen. She blinks up at him sleepily and runs a hand down his chest. One smooth, tanned leg slips between his, and Jensen dips his head and kisses her collarbone, the swell of her breast.

Sandy is so tiny that sometimes Jensen feels like he could hold her up in the palm of his hand. And if he couldn’t, Jared sure as hell could. She’s a hellcat in bed though – Jensen found that out the first time she grabbed him by the hair and pushed him down between her legs in Jared’s kitchen during the Super Bowl.

The Steelers wound up winning the game that night, and Jensen made Sandy come three times against the refrigerator, twice with his mouth and one time with his fingers. Jared’s I ♥ TEXAS magnets clattered to the floor when she was done, takeout pizza and Chinese menus fluttering to the ground. When Jared walked in and saw them he just pouted and complained that they didn’t wait for him. And that they were taking to long bringing the beer back out.

Tonight, Jensen bites Sandy’s shoulder lightly, and moves close when Jared’s arm reaches across her to pull Jensen in.

“Move closer, man,” Jared murmurs. Jensen looks up and catches a flash in Jared’s eyes. It’s the same don’t worry look he always gives Jensen, and it makes him breathe easier. Relax a little and fit Sandy against him better.

Jensen kisses Sandy deep, flicking his tongue against the roof of her mouth, and biting her full bottom lip. Jared’s hand is on Jensen’s side, smoothing up and down his skin, and Jensen wants her, wants him, wants something so badly he can’t breathe.

He slides two fingers into Sandy’s cunt, and groans out loud at how fucking wet she is. “Sandy,” Jensen croons, curling his fingers and pressing deeper. She curls into him, her nails scratching at his chest and fucks herself on his hand.

“Is that good, baby?” Jared is asking. Jensen can feel Sandy nod against his chest, her hair silky and spilling over his skin. Jared is leaning up over her, and she’s pressed so close to Jensen there’s barely any air between them. The three of them are wrapped in each other, so tangled up that Jensen can’t tell whose hand is on his hip, his ass. He rubs his thumb against Sandy’s clit and she bites his lip, her tiny body shaking between them.

“Is Jensen gonna make you come?” Jared’s voice is sex-slurred and heavy. “I want to watch him fuck you, baby. Is that okay?”

Sandy nods, her movements jerky and Jensen slips his fingers out, trailing wetness over her belly. “Yeah. Yes.” She smiles up at him, then pulls Jensen in close and fucks his mouth with her tongue.

Jensen is half-blind with need. His dick is so hard it throbs, blood is pounding in his head and feet and hands. He nearly comes all over Jared’s hands when he rips open the condom wrapper and rolls it on Jensen’s dick, and then he’s moving between Sandy’s legs, and running a hand over her thigh, pushing it up and over, and sliding inside.

“God,” Jared moans, as if he’s the one fucking her. Jensen moves slow, fucking Sandy as easy and steady as he can. He smoothes the hair back from her face, kisses her cheek and mouth and the corner of her eye, never picking up his pace or speed. “You like it like that?” Jared is asking her. “Jensen fucks you so slow, babe. You like it when he fucks you like that?”

Sandy beams up at Jensen and twists her fingers in his hair. “Oh, yeah.”

Jared’s hands are on him, and between the two of them, Jensen doesn’t know who he needs more. Sandy wet and hot, her muscles tight and squeezing as he fucks her, or Jared’s hand on his back, his fingers slipping down, tracing over the crease of his ass, under his balls, slick fingers pressing against him then pulling away.

Sandy reaches for Jared then, tugging on his other arm until he’s leaning over the top half of her body. “Touch him,” she whispers. Jared’s hand leaves Jensen’s back and then he can feel them both, Jared and Sandy, reaching down to feel where his dick is pressing inside her.

Jared flicks his thumb over her clit and Sandy shakes. Her skin is flushed hot and pink from her chest all the way up her neck and cheeks, and Jensen fucks her harder, deeper, feeling Jared’s fingers around the base of his dick where’s it’s sliding in and out of Sandy’s pussy.

“Oh, god, Jensen, I’m gonna--” Sandy warns, and then she’s clenching tight and coming around him. Jensen tries to hold off, tries to last, but he’s not going to make it. Just a little more and—

Jared’s hand on Jensen’s shoulder comes out of nowhere. Jensen stutters and slips out, looking up at Jared and blinking.

“Jared, what the fuck—“ Jared tears the condom off him and throws it to the floor, and then he’s bending down and sucking Jensen right there, right on the bed with Sandy fucked out and sex-damp in front of them.

Jensen can’t help himself. He touches Jared’s cheek, feels his dick sliding over Jared’s teeth and tongue, and with three thrusts he’s coming in Jared’s pretty, pink mouth.

“Holy shit,” Jensen breathes, because, Jesus. Now he needs a minute. Needs to get his brain back, his breath back. Sandy’s lying there, smiling sleepily, but when Jared sits up he looks anything but tired.

“Jensen,” Jared starts, and Jensen can hear the need in his voice. He hauls Jared up by the arm and slams their mouths together, kissing him hard and frantic.

Jared is everything that Sandy’s not. He’s big where she’s small. Hard where she’s soft. Jensen loves fucking Sandy and kissing her and smelling her sweet and spicy around him, but Jared – there’s something about Jared that Jensen needs.

Jared’s kisses are bruising. Hard. He yanks Jensen by the hair so hard tears prick the corners of his eyes, and when they’re kneeling together on the bed, one of Sandy’s hands on each of their calves, this is all Jensen ever needs.

He kisses Jared sloppily, and curls a hand around his dick, jerking him in hard, rough strokes. Jared likes to feel it. Likes it just this side of rough. Jensen wants to suck Jared’s dick, lick his balls, flip him over and tongue Jared’s ass until he’s begging and moaning for it, but right now Jared’s so close, almost there that everything else is going to have to wait.

“Want you,” Jensen mumbles. He kisses Jared’s shoulder and throat, jerks his cock faster, twisting on every upstroke. “Want you so fucking bad, Jared.”

Jared’s fingers dig bruises into Jensen’s hips and thighs. He throws his head back when he comes, hot and sticky over Jensen’s fist, and just when Jensen thinks he maybe did something wrong, said too much or let too much out there, Jared crowds against him and kisses him like he’s dying, like Jensen’s mouth is the last breath he’s going to take.

They fall back on the bed, and Sandy crawls between them, breaking them apart by kissing each of their chests and making them stop to kiss hers. She giggles, and Jensen’s heart nearly splits in two from the way she’s smiling up at him, the way Jared’s still touching his thigh, his hand curled possessively on Jensen’s skin.

“’Night, guys,” Sandy says, patting each of their cheeks, then lying flat on her back and dragging the covers up to her chin.

Jensen lies down. He thinks about getting up to take a piss, brush his teeth. Hell, maybe even go home for the night, but when Sandy rolls toward him and buries her head against his chest, he just closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

*

Jensen wakes up in the morning to the sound of the dogs are pacing back and forth in the living room and sunlight shining through the bedroom window. Jensen should go, he knows he should, but Jared’s hand is in his hair and Sandy’s curled up between them, and the bottom line is, Jensen’s not that strong of a man.

Sometimes he wonders if the reason he can handle all this with them is because he doesn't love them enough, or because he loves them too much. He isn’t sure of the answer. And to be honest, Jensen isn’t sure he really wants to know.



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