TW: Part 2 to Spin To Win featuring sexy times

Title: ~Kisses, Confessions, and Impromptu Sessions~

"Are you okay, Smith?" Ross looks at his friend, eyes flicking over the furrowed contours of his fretful features from where he is sat on Sparkles' bed. Alex stands in front of Ross, pacing back and forth before sighing heavily and coming to sit beside him - mattress sinking under his form. Ross waits patiently, gaze steady on Alex's face, and tentatively reaches out to rest a hand on his thigh. Alex looks first at the hand, slowly following Ross' arm up to meet his eyes and take a deep breath.

"IthinkIloveyou." Alex blurts out, swallowing hard, and Ross can only blink and him and feel creeping guilt at being unable to understand his friend's outburst. Another deep breath and Alex looks down at his lap, brow furrowed as he takes his time to explain his feelings to Ross. The dark haired man can only listen, heartbeat racing and lips growing dry as Alex rattles through how he'd thought that Ross was pretty cute when they'd first been introduced by Chris, and it had only escalated when they'd become friends until he found himself wanting to kiss Ross amongst other things. Spurred on by Alex's seemingly never ending speech, Ross reaches out and places his hands firmly either side of Alex's face - turning him on the bed and looking straight into the swirling mess of cobalt and sapphire in Alex's eyes.

"You're an idiot," Ross murmurs, cutting Alex off before he can protest and kissing him suddenly. Alex' reaction is instantaneous, hands coming to Ross' hips and the both of them shifting so they are laid side by side on Sparkles' bed - pressing careful, lingering kisses to one another's mouths with the heart racing trepidation of this wonderfully new experience. Alex's mouth is soft as it brushes Ross and he pulls back, eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins broadly and brushes their noses together.

"I am, I am a massive idiot and-," Alex breathes deeply, thumbs brushing over the parenthesis of Ross' dimples, "God I wish we'd done this sooner." The two of them chuckle lightly, sharing more sweet kisses and inhaling everything that is one another's presence pressed lovingly against each other. A few moments pass, neither man being able to speak and instead breaking out into frequent wide grins and light, breathy chuckles between small kisses.

"D'you think we should go back in to the others?" Ross murmurs finally, words ghosting against Alex's mouth so close to his own. Alex shakes his head, moves his arms so that they are around Ross' middle as he leans their foreheads together.

"Nah, let's stay here for a bit. We're probably not missing much."

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Chris had never expected, when Kogie and Leo had slunk off to find a more private corner of the flat, to find himself in this situation. Sparkles' mouth is open and eager against his own, fingers of one hand bunched in Chris' hair and the other splayed on Chris' now bare chest. In the meantime, Parv's teeth catch and tug enticingly at the tender skin of Chris' collarbone, his deft fingers stroking and curling around Chris' length inside of his boxer briefs. Staggered moans bubble between Sparkles and Chris' mouths; Parv's wrist flicking and rolling in just the right ways to make Chris' stomach jump and pleasure coil tightly at the base of his spine. Parv's mouth moves in a smudge of heat along Chris' throat to suck at his earlobe, coaxing him to turn his head away from kissing Sparkles and instead brush his nose invitingly against Parv's. A wolfish grin paints itself across the guitarist features, kissing Chris hungrily and brushing his thumb over the head of his arousal. Chris' would-be moan rumbles in his chest, only to be replaced by a whimper of loss when Sparkles uncurls Parv's fingers from between Chris' legs.

"Sp-Sparkles?" Parv's comment goes ignored; Chris' eyes are wonderfully dark when Sparkles meets them with his own, the man's lips flush and swollen from kissing when Sparkles reaches a hand up and brushes his thumb over them. Chris' gaze doesn't leave his when those lips close around his thumb, the tip of Chris' tongue brushing over the pad of the digit and making Sparkles inhale sharply. Sensing the tension between his two friends, Parv reaches across Chris to undo the fly of Sparkles' jeans and doesn't expect his bandmate's eyes to immediately flick to look at him. Parv is suddenly hit by the awe of the galaxies in Sparkles' irises, stunned into silence when Sparkles grabs at the front of his t-shirt with his free hand and pulls him into a kiss above Chris' lap.

Parv is partially aware of Chris' hand sliding up the back of his t-shirt; his lips just under Parv's jaw pressing hot kisses to the stubbled skin. However, the feel of Sparkles' tongue curling around his own is far more distracting and he finds himself eager to slip a hand down the front of Sparkles' jeans, palm of his hand curving easily over the warm bulge of Sparkles' arousal through his boxer shorts. Their deep kiss breaks when Sparkles gives out a shuddering moan, hips bucking towards Parv's touch in a way that makes the guitarist smirk widely and lean back on his heels.

Sparkles and Chris watch as Parv slowly undoes his jeans, sitting up a little to tug them down and moving his legs to get rid of them completely. His hands meet no resistance as he hooks his fingers into the combined waistband of Chris' boxers and jeans - the brunette allowing himself to be undressed and grinning salaciously when Parv leans back, legs extended in front of him, and pats his thighs. Sparkles swallows hard as Chris sits in Parv's lap, moan deep and tantalising as the underside of his arousal comes into contact with Parv's underwear.

"God, you're hot," Parv breathes, not leaving time for either of his companions to respond when he skims his hands up Chris' sides and captures his mouth with his own. Chris' skin is warm and smooth under his fingers as he slowly strokes his back before coming to rest his hands on the other man's hips. Chris' grip is tight in Parv's short hair, his hips rolling in Parv's lap and slick head of his arousal glancing against the trail of hair on Parv's stomach. Parv can't help but moan noisily, complimentary words of encouragement filtering through the hungry kisses to Chris' mouth as he moves his own hips and rubs fervently against Chris.

With a soft thump of material Sparkles discards his jeans and comes to kneel behind Chris - chest pressing flush against Chris and curve of his boxer-clad length fitting perfectly into the small of Chris' back. His moan breathy and hot against Chris' shoulder is followed quickly by a succession of kisses into the crook of his neck, pausing occasionally to bite marks into the pallor. Chris' hips continue to move eagerly, as do Parv's, but nothing makes his back arch as much as Sparkles' hand skimming over his stomach to curl around his length - stroking in time with all three men's hip movements. A low moan rumbles through him, leaning his head back against Sparkles' shoulder and bucking his hips into his touches. Parv's gaze drags up and down Chris' chest, dipping forward to press heated kisses to his sternum and mumbling praising comments into his skin.

"Isn't he so gorgeous, Sparkles?" Parv murmurs, eyes glittering as they drop to the sight of Sparkles' fingers shifting Chris' skin and brushing intimately over the sensitive head of his length. Precome gives a sheen to Sparkles' touches, Chris' moans and gasps peppering the air gaining increasing urgency when Parv traces the contours of his stomach, the ridges of his ribs, and once again leans forward to swirl his tongue around a nipple.

"Fuck, fuck," Chris pants, deep voice contorting in a way that seems to ripple through the air as his hips jolt forwards and come dampens his chest; dribbling over Sparkles' fingers. Chris' head lolls back forwards just in time to see Parv taking a hold of Sparkles' wrist, bringing his soiled fingers up to his mouth to clean them of Chris' come. A roguish grin bares Parv's teeth as he looks up at the now panting and red faced Chris. Determination flashes across the member of Hat Films' face however, and the two other men do not protest as he turns in place and guides Sparkles back slightly so that he can reverse his position in Parv's lap and get at the front of Sparkles' boxers.

"You okay with this?" Chris looks imploringly up at Sparkles, rolling his hips to rub his rear against the curve of Parv beneath him. Sparkles' eyes go between Chris' own and the sight of Parv reclining onto his palms, his head tilted back in a moan.

"Are- Are you really asking me that?" Sparkles chuckles, desperation clear in his voice, and Chris smirks at him as he drags a solitary finger over the prominent outline of Sparkles' member through his boxers. "Yes, fuck, yes I'm okay with this," Sparkles breathes, moan hitching in his throat when Chris leans forward and carefully tugs Sparkles' boxers down to his thighs. Chris' mouth is slow and hot as it moves down Sparkles' length, drawing out whimpering moans and coaxing Sparkles to reach down and weave his fingers into Chris' hair. Over the expanse of Chris' back, Sparkles can see him rhythmically rolling his hips to stimulate Parv; the guitarist responding with vocal enthusiasm. The sight of his friend so taken over by arousal makes heat run through Sparkles' body, furthered by Chris' increasing pace around his length making aching tension build in the pit of his stomach.

Meeting Sparkles' gaze over the arch of Chris' body, Parv winks and brings a thumb up to his mouth - cheeks hollowing much like Chris' for a few seconds before moving the hand back down to rest at the base of Chris spine. The next few seconds are an explosion of heat; Chris moaning roughly around Sparkles as Parv's thumb slips inside of him. This ends up causing a tuneful whine to trickle over the singer's parted lips as orgasm suddenly breaks over him and jolts his hips in the direction of Chris' mouth, spilling bitter warmth over his tongue and - when Chris pulls slowly back - the rich scarlet of his lips becomes smudged with traces of opalescent white.

"Fucking hell," Sparkles manages, dropping back onto his heels and watching with panting breaths as Chris licks at his lips and leans back. All of his movements pull focus to his hips, rolling them against Parv whilst dark encouraging murmurs fall like summer rain onto the guitarist's ears until a long shudder rumbles through Parv's body and makes him cling tightly to Chris as he climaxes. Short, grateful kisses pepper Chris' shoulder as Parv nuzzles his neck and encircles his torso with his arms.

Chris raises an eyebrow at Sparkles, silently questioning Parv's affectionate behaviour, and is met by a fond sigh and a light chuckle from the singer. "Yeah, he's always this cuddly afterwards."

"Hey!" Parv pouts over Chris' shoulder at Sparkles, who shrugs and holds up his hands defensively.

"You are!" Chris says nothing, secretly enjoying it as Parv sticks his tongue out at Sparkles and buries his face in Chris' shoulder, arms squeezing him in a gentle hug. He swears he can hear a quiet mutter of 'whatever' but finds himself not paying full attention as Sparkles chooses the moment to shuffle closer and stroke his hands over Chris' jaw, kissing him slowly and lovingly as a closing clause to the frantic heat of a few minutes ago.