TW: Smut via Threesome Via RPS

Title: ~Distance~

Despite the fact that jealousy is never a problem in their polyamorous relationship, Alex can’t help but feel a small stab of bitterness due to the fact that Chris and Ross are able to be physically together whilst all he has is their image on a screen. Sat on his bed in his shared house at University, earphones in one ear and door locked just in case, Alex’s heart flips over in his chest when Ross’ face comes into focus on his screen. Brows knitted and bottom lip pulled between his teeth in concentration, Ross doesn’t seem to realise Alex can see him until the bearded man smirks and addresses him.

“Hey, you,” is his low murmur, smirk spreading wider when Ross’ eyes flick to look straight into the camera and then down to the screen, concentration being replaced with sheepishness as he sits back beside Chris - the smaller man stifling laughter behind his hand. Looking at them both sat beside each other brings bitterness back into Alex’s mouth, makes his heart drop with yearning as he wishes he were there with them too. Trying to dispel the negative feelings he cracks a joke instead of making the sarcastic remark that threatens to spill over his tongue. 

“Enjoying being physically with each other then?” As much as he can Alex directs his subsequent cheeky smile toward Chris, feeling partially elated when the other brunette seems to catch on and returns the expression. Ross doesn’t appear to notice; nervously rubbing the back of his neck and furtively looking between the camera and the screen.

“Oh it’s amazing, I can do stuff like this-,” Chris says casually, and Alex swears he sees Ross physically jump in his seat when the shorter man places a hand on his thigh and pushes himself up - running his tongue along the line of Ross’ throat. A small moan finds its way between Ross’ lips when Chris’ own mouth pulls gently at his earlobe, and Alex can’t help but find it almost funny when Chris sits back down as though nothing has happened and Ross glares at him as he continues to speak to Alex. “And, let me tell you, the noises he makes are freakin’ incredible.”

Ross doesn’t speak as much as he makes sounds of objection, and even on the webcam Alex can see him blushing as he flounders and throws the odd curses at Chris. Alex interrupts with a single sentence which makes Ross throw a glare at the camera, a spark of determination in his gaze. “Don’t tease, Trott. That’s not fair, mate.” There isn’t any time for Chris to respond; mouth being stilled by Ross’ as the dark haired man grabs him by the shoulder and dips his head to kiss him hard on the lips. Alex’s mind goes instantly blank at the sight of his two friends suddenly kissing, feeling his heart race at the focus in Ross’ features and the sense of submission in Chris’ as he reaches forward and grabs the front of Ross’ t-shirt to pull him closer. Below the view of the camera Ross’ hand moves, and only the muffled noises that come from Chris give Alex any indication of where his touch has fallen.

“G-Guys, please,” Alex whimpers, feeling arousal growing in the pit of his stomach and finding himself trailing a tentative hand over the semi-hard bulge in the front of his jeans. When Ross’ mouth leaves Chris so that he can whisper something in his ear, the smaller man’s dark eyes find Alex’s through the camera and make the bearded man moan softly. As Ross leans back away from Chris the brunette stands, walking out of view with Ross’ eyes following him full of want. The soft sound of the door closing makes Ross’ gaze flick back to the camera, kiss-swollen mouth curling into a smile as his hands find the hem of his t-shirt and pull the garment over his head. Alex’s lip disappears between his teeth as he whimpers, his hand tensing over his jeans as his eyes skim over Ross’ bare torso.

“Gonna leave me shirtless on my own, Smith?” Ross’ deep, teasing tones stir within Alex, hands trembling a little as he reaches behind his head and removes his own shirt - running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to flatten the tresses. Knowing just what will drive Alex crazy Ross’ eyes flicker as he takes two of his fingers into his mouth, eyes boring into the camera through to Alex’s own as he slowly sucks on the digits. Breathing laboured Alex can only watch as Ross moves his hand and, with a lick of his lips, speaks again. “I’ve missed you, Smith. Missed the way you feel,” Ross’ words bring a low moan from deep within Alex, hand back massaging himself through tented denim. “I know you’re touching yourself; might wanna wait and see what we’ve got planned,” Ross winks, and as if on cue the soft sound of a door opening and closing snaps his attention away.

There is a sound of Chris putting something down, and a familiar clink that sparks further arousal in Alex’s chest, and the rustle of fabric before the smaller reappears on camera from the chin down - shirt gone and hair lightly mussed. He goes to sit down but Ross stops him, moving forward to press kisses to the warm skin of Chris’ hips and stomach. One hand holding Chris still, the other ghosting over the front of his jeans and slowly applying pressure. Alex’s mind clouds as he hears Chris’ breathy sounds of pleasure in time with Ross kissing and nipping at his skin and palming him through his jeans. Only when there is a significant bulge to the front of the denim does Ross pull back, gesturing for Chris to sit down with a smirk. With a wink to the camera Ross leans across to bring the handcuffs that Alex had heard earlier into view.

Alex leans back a little, undoing his jeans to allow a little relief against the hardness in his boxers as he watches Ross cuff Chris’ hands behind his back. He can’t help but moan again when Ross leans as though going to whisper so only Chris can hear, but deliberately ensures Alex can also make out his words. “I want you to tell Smith how this feels, okay?” Ross murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss below Chris’ jaw when the smaller man nods, and dipping his head toward Chris’ lap. The following sharp intake of breath is the only cue Alex needs to push his boxers aside, leaning back on one hand whilst the other curls around his hard length and starts to slowly stroke up and down.

Chris’ bottom lip curls between his teeth, brow furrowed and cheeks flush as Ross’ head bobs in his lap and forces short expletives between his lips. “Fuck- God, Ross,” Chris whines, voice deep and rough with arousal as Ross’ cheeks hollow around his length and his tongue flicks over the sensitive skin of his head. “F-Feels ‘mazing,” His words make Alex bite back moans, free hand creasing the bedsheets at his sides as the other increases pace - the thrill of watching the movements of Chris’ body and facial expressions whilst Ross takes him deep into his mouth sending arousal through his body like electricity. “Ah- Alex, he- fuck-,” Chris tries, head lolling back a little and muscles in his arms and shoulders moving beneath his skin as he pulls against the cuffs. Alex’s hips buck at hearing his name as a moan on Chris’ lips, making him gasp and whimper as he touches himself in time with the rise and fall of Ross’ head. He can tell from the intakes of breath on Chris’ part, combined with the somewhat higher pitched whines tumbling over his bitten lips, that the smaller man is close to orgasm - the thought of which making Alex’s head swim and his own climax creep ever closer.

“Ro-Ross I’m- I’m gonna come,” Chris breathes, arms pulling at his restraints until the taller man surfaces, wasting no time in pulling Chris into a deep kiss and replacing his mouth with his hand - strokes quick and urgent around Chris’ member, the top half of which is in plain view of the camera.

“Oh fuck,” Alex hisses, hips shifting with building tension. Even Ross’ own mouth can’t muffle the moan of his name that comes from Chris’ as he orgasms, voice quivering as his body shifts and jerks and come hits his chest; dribbles over Ross’ fingers which Ross is apparently eager to lick off. It’s this, the sight of Ross looking into the camera whilst curling his tongue around his fingers and cleaning  them of Chris’ come, that brings Alex over the edge with a string of expletives broken up by moans. The rush of orgasm made even more potent by catching Chris’ eye through the webcam - smaller man panting and flushed as he comes down from his own climax.

Leaning back, smile smug on his flushed features, Ross looks between Chris and the camera - all previous shyness gone from his demeanour as he addresses Alex. “I’m assuming you want a breather before round two?”