A/N: I don't think anything has been more requested than this. Let's get this comment party started. Fun fact, this is the first SoS scene I've written in the third person. It's a long one (😏). ENJOY!

xoxo Ami

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"Jack"

a Smoke of Sighs bonus chapter
by Ami

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Beep. Beep. Click. Click. Whoosh.

Three, maybe even two years ago, the buzzing, churning noises of the hospital and the antiseptic reek of sick bodies was an exciting prospect for Jack Reynolds.

In retrospect, he must have been an idiot.

"Dr. Reynolds." The charge nurse greeted him with a watery smile as he strolled through the doors onto the ward. "Mr. Felix in room eight had a fit an hour ago and nearly tore out his stitches. Can we discuss his sedation?"

Good morning. Yes, coffee sounds great, thank you. The second-year psychiatry resident dropped his jacket onto a chair at the nursing station and began jabbing at a spare keyboard. "Give me a moment to log into the chart, Trin, and I'll take a look." It was barely six in the morning and Jack was still blinking the sleepy haze from his eyes.

"Oh, and Jenny. Room five. She's on Risperidone, PRN, but we should—" Trin's updates went through one ear and out the other while Jack lumbered over to the kitchenette and fumbled blearily for a paper cup. There were barely two singed mouthfuls of stale coffee left at the bottom of the pot.

"Trin," he grumbled. "I'll put in the order for Mr. Felix. Can we get some more coffee?" There was a pause. After an uncomfortable second, he realized how surly he sounded. "Please."

"Right away, Dr. Reynolds."

His eyes dragged up towards the ceiling. It was gonna be another long fucking day.

***

A stifled moan purred from the corner of Layla's parted lips. One of her hands flew downwards to ruffle Kayden's hair while her head sank into the pillow. "Wait, what was I saying?" Her eyebrows scrunched together in an attempt to focus. A useless attempt. Kayden's mouth was hot and wet as he kissed a taunting trail up her smooth inner thigh. "Kayden, c'mon..." Another breathless moan. "Oh yeah. Remember? Jack's birthday. Weren't we gonna plan something, or..."

Kayden groaned and scraped his teeth against the tender skin at the edge of her panties. He was about to eat her out and she was busy thinking about Jack's birthday? Fucking seriously?

He swept a gruff palm up to squeeze her breast through her flimsy tank-top. Taking her budded nipple between his fingers, he warned, "Say Jack's name one more time."

A slow, beaming grin spread across her face. "Mm, Jack..."

Ten minutes later, he'd managed to spank any further mention of his best-friend out of her, at least temporarily.

***

"Haldol and lorazepam, five and two, stat."

"Yes, Dr. Reynolds."

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"Yes, Dr. Reynolds," Kayden imitated with a shit-eating smirk. "No, Dr. Reynolds. Right away, Dr. Reynolds. Please and thank you, Dr. Reynolds." He laughed while Jack swore crudely beneath his breath on the other end of the line. "I bet that never gets old. Have you fucked any nurses yet?"

"No."

"Patients? Med students?"

"No, you fucking idiot." Jack blew out an exasperated breath. "Not everyone's as morally degenerate as you are, Kayd." He muttered something barely intelligible about unprofessionalism and screwing undergrad students.

"Student. One student. I only screwed one student." A cheesy smile surfaced against Kayden's will. "And hey, it worked out pretty well for me, so..."

Jack rolled his eyes. It worked out, somehow, in the end. Kayden had conveniently left out a few parts.

"Anyways, man," Kayden redirected, "What's the plan for Saturday night? How old are you gonna be, again? Sixty?"

"Thirty-one."

"Fucking ancient."

"Shut up."

Kayden chuckled, but he could tell that despite the usual insults and obscenities, Jack seemed... off. Sharper, more impatience and less humour. Without getting into anything messy like feelings or emotions or shit (he wasn't a shrink, for fuck's sake), he casually offered, "Everything good? You sound tired."

Silence. Rustling, like fingertips sifting through that scraggly-ass beard. "I'm on-call again tonight for the sixth night in a row," he eventually sighed. "And I haven't had any time off in over three months."

Kayden nearly winced at the croaking fatigue weighing down Jack's voice. "Fuck, that sucks."

"Yeah, no fucking shit."

If Kayden was being honest with himself, he'd have to admit that he was pretty shitty at the whole supportive friend thing. But Jack had always been there for him, and so he could at least try to return the favour. "What do you wanna do on Saturday? Whatever it is, on me. You sound like you need to get hammered."

Jack scoffed. "You don't even drink anymore, Kayden. You want me get wasted by myself?"

Kayden chewed on the inside of his cheek — nice one, smartass. "Uh. Maybe Layla wants to get drunk with you." Actually, Kayden had a feeling that Layla might enjoy that way too much. "Fuck. Don't you have any other friends?"

"Seriously, man, I don't want to do anything. This is gonna be the first weekend in a month where I'm not working at the hospital. I wanna spend my entire birthday fast asleep in my own fucking bed without my damn pager beeping every goddamn half-hour."

"Yeah, that's definitely not healthy, Jack."

"Still not taking health advice from you, Kayd."

Honestly, that's fair.

"Okay, how about this. We'll bring the party to you. You won't even have to leave your apartment."

Jack sounded less than enthusiastic about that proposition. "Whatever, Kayden. Anyway, I'm starving. Catch you later." He hung up the phone and scrubbed at his eyes. These days, congealed-microwaveable-dinner-glued-to-a-disposable-plastic-plate was as good a meal as any. He didn't have time to cook and if he had to wait at the drive-thru after a shift, there was a decent chance he'd slump asleep at the wheel.

He was also woefully behind on laundry. Today (yesterday? fuck, whenever the night shift started) he was forced to throw on the grey slacks with the mustard stain on the knee because it was either that or the one with the vomit.

He didn't have the time or energy to eat or sleep or clean or fuck and they expected him to provide exceptional care to his patients. Jack didn't know how he got into this rut and he wasn't sure how to crawl out of it, but it was sucking the fucking life out of him, and not in a fun way.

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Layla tried to wheedle info out of Kayden around a goopy mouthful of avocado toast. "So, what does he want to do on Saturday? Go out somewhere, maybe?"

She watched the stride of his long legs as he approached the kitchen table and swung onto a chair beside her. With swift fingers, he plucked the second slice off her plate before she could stop him. "Oh my god, Kayden," she protested. "I asked you if you wanted some and you said no!"

He swallowed a huge chomp, the copper of his irises twinkling at her. "Changed my mind." Brushing the crumbs off his hands, he answered, "And nah, he sounds burnt out. I think he wants to keep it lowkey. He said he'd rather stay in."

She nodded, understanding. "Poor guy. He probably just wants to sleep."

Kayden laughed softy. "Yeah, that's exactly what he said." He could practically see the gears chugging around in that cute head of hers. Christmas, Halloween, birthdays — elaborate party planning was one of her favourite pass-times. A party for someone who didn't want a party... it would be a fun challenge for her.

Saturday rolled around, and Layla enlisted Kayden to do her bidding. Kayden would get Jack out of the house in the afternoon for a birthday lunch with friends while she snuck into his apartment. She did the dishes, vacuumed, tidied, ran a couple loads of laundry and sent his shirts to the dry-cleaners. The deal was that Kayden was going to stock up on groceries, pay for a nice dinner — wholesome, real food, not the instant noodles that filled Jack's cupboard — and then they'd chill on the couch, watching a movie, and then later Kayden would fuck her brains out as thanks for her being so thoughtful and kind-hearted.

Sure, it wasn't the most exciting birthday surprise ever, but it made Layla feel warm and mushy inside to do something nice for Jack. She loved Kayden with her entire heart, and Kayden would be lost without Jack, so she was pretty fond of him, too.

By 4 PM, his apartment was neat and shiny and polished. She couldn't wait to see the look of gratitude and appreciation on his face when he walked through the door. She was certain he wasn't expecting it, and it would definitely make his day, if not his entire week—

With an aggressive bang and a flurry of heavy footsteps, Jack's front door crashed open. Something sank in Layla's chest. The two of them sounded fraught and irritated. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard as many fucks and shits in a thirty-second span before.

Kayden's inky-dark hair stood up in tousled tangles and Jack's thick, honeyed tufts were in wayward disarray. Tall and strong and thrumming with tension, they kicked off their shoes while Layla blinked at them, taken aback. "What's the matter...?"

Her fingers caught the front of Kayden's black t-shirt and he mumbled down at her, "Why did I give up drinking, again?"

Jack budged past her and collapsed onto his living room couch. He tossed his head back and sighed up at the ceiling. "That guy was a fucking asshole..."

Layla's fists sprung away from Kayden's chest. A gasp hiccupped from her when she caught a glimpse of the large, crimson bruise staining Jack's cheek. "Oh my god, did you guys get into a fight? What the hell?"

A few seconds later, she was crouched on the cushion next to him with a Ziploc full of ice, pressing it gingerly to his face. She glared over at Kayden, wagging an accusatory knuckle in his direction. "Explain! You had like one job, Kayden..."

Kayden shrugged and raised his palms defensively. "It wasn't my fault this time. This asshat was harassing one of the waitresses... It was getting out of hand, and then all of a sudden fucking Thor over here is smashing the guy in the skull—"

Jack scoffed, "He fucking swung at me first!" He brought a hand up to Layla's wrist and nudged her away. "It's fine, don't worry about it..."

She smacked at him and tsked, pushing the ice back where it belonged. "Seriously, Dr. Reynolds... I expect stupid shit like this from Kayden but not you. What's going on with you?"

"Don't call me Dr. Reynolds," Jack muttered, wincing away from her.

The sofa dipped and Kayden flopped onto her other side with a grunt. "Unfortunately for you, Layla, he isn't into the whole doctor kink." That earned him a sharp elbow to the gut.

Beneath her breath, she murmured, "No fun." Narrowing her eyes, she lifted one of Jack's hands from his lap, closed his fingers around the icepack, and forced his clenched fist onto the hot bruise. "What is your kink then, Jack?" A tiny snort. "Besides beating up random guys at restaurants..."

With a surly huff, Jack pushed his way up onto two feet and disappeared into his kitchen. There was some forceful tugging of cupboards and drawers and the clank of glassware.

Layla's concerned hands found their way onto Kayden's face. His stubble tickled her fingers. "You okay?"

He bumped her forehead and flattened a kiss to her cold palm. "I know I was supposed to get something decent for dinner but at this point, I'm just gonna order pizza..."

She pummeled at him and he laughed, falling back onto the couch so his legs swung up and tangled with hers.

Jack returned. He dropped a couple glasses and a bottle of whiskey onto the coffee table. "Cut it out. You guys are not gonna fuck on my couch." He sloshed a generous helping into a cup and cast Kayden a faintly apologetic look. "Sorry, man, but I need one..."

"Go ahead," Kayden replied dryly, "Some of us have healthier coping mechanisms than that, anyway..."

That made Jack chuckle, and Layla tried stifling her snickers, too. She pivoted her head to the side shamelessly, peering at Kayden's ass as he stood up to snag the TV remote. He jammed at the buttons for a few seconds, but the screen just went from black to blue to static. "Fuck. What's wrong with your TV?"

Jack grunted and tipped his glass in Kayden's direction. "It hasn't been working all week. Something wrong with the cable connection. I haven't had any time to fix it."

So much for her pay-per-view idea... Layla swiped Jack's glass from him and slanted back a mouthful. His hand bumped into her arm. "Hey," he acknowledged, pointing over to his kitchen. "Thanks for doing the dishes, by the way."

She crinkled her nose, flashing him a cute smile. "You're welcome. I also did your laundry." A small chortle. "Are you like, rewearing your underwear or something? Because you had like five dirty laundry baskets worth of crap—"

He scooped his glass away from her and vehemently denied, "No. Gross." After a long swig, he admitted, "I'm on my last clean pair, though..."

Normally, a good stiff drink was enough to slacken the knots and aches and tangles, make things flow a little smoother in the scrambled chaos of his mind. But right now, his face fucking stung and his fist was scuffed up too, and the fatigue, the stress, the frustration... He was wallowing in it, needing something to scrape the edge off and massage the bent pieces back into shape.

He knocked back a biting amber sip of his whiskey, brooding, reveling in the scald of it.

Layla took in the sullen frown furrowing Jack's face. She giggled. Leaning in, she teased, "I think someone needs to get laid."

Jack ran an aggravated hand through the rumpled, sandy waves of his hair. With a groan, his head fell back against the leather cushion. His frown deepened. "Layla, unless that's an offer, how about you just shut the fuck up?"

Layla's eyebrows shot upwards. The good doctor was grumpy today. Jeez. Her teeth sank into her lower lip. There was tension in his lean shoulders. His button-down was crinkled, cuffs rolled up to his forearms. His usual playful grin was nowhere to be found.

Across the living room, Kayden was still crouched in front of the TV, fiddling with the crapped-out cable box. With a slack smirk, he called over his shoulder, "Fist isn't doing the trick anymore, hey? I think I remember some dickwad giving me the ingenious advice to... what was it, again? Switch hands?"

Maybe it was her inner sadist at work, but for some reason Layla found Jack's exasperation thoroughly amusing. Concealing an impish smile, she pressed the back of a curled finger against her puckered lips and taunted, "Aw. Poor baby." A hum of breath. "When was the last time someone sucked your dick?"

A rough sound writhed from low in his throat. His long fingers yanked at the collar of his shirt to loosen it while his forehead twisted into a scowl.

Apparently it had been quite a while.

She shifted on the couch and the hem of her dress rode up higher on her bare thighs. Her knee grazed the side of his leg.

A flutter erupted in her belly. Bad, inappropriate images were flashing her through her dirty mind and she didn't know what to do with them.

He was long and solid and lean, all wound up, looking like he needed some heat to melt away the prickles, like he needed release.

Kayden seemed to have given up on the TV for the time being. He sat with his back propped against it, a leg sprawled out in front of him. Layla peered over at him and commented nonchalantly, "I bet he's a bottom. Totally a bottom, right?"

Kayden played along. "If I was attempting to conduct a psychosexual analysis..." Jack let out an irritated grunt while a wide smile split across Layla's face. "I'd suggest that his vocational responsibilities as a caregiver dispose him towards submissive sexual preferences."

Layla nodded in complete agreement. "A relinquishment of control, definitely. The desire to be freed from decision-making." Slower, suggestive, "To be taken care of..." The length of Jack's thigh was flush with hers, and her fingers nudged lightly at his jeans.

From his position plunked on the carpet, Kayden hid the knowing curl twitching the corner of his mouth. Layla was teasing Jack, and teasing him too. It wasn't a secret to any of them that Layla found Jack attractive, and it wasn't a secret that Jack and Kayden had a history of sharing every now and then.

Kayden met Layla's dark eyes and saw the hungry, mischievous sparkle in them. Raising an eyebrow, he crooked a lazy finger at her. She obliged, hopping off the couch towards him and dropping herself on the floor between Kayden's legs.

His fingertips scraped up and down her bare arms while she pressed back into his hard body. He groaned down into her ear, "You wanna suck his cock, don't you?"

Warmth bloomed in her tummy and she bit her lip. "Mhm." She tilted her head back so her mouth grazed the edge of his jaw. "I wanna suck his cock while you watch."

Jack stared dazedly at them. They were both nuts. Always looking for the next thrill. Part of him really didn't want to get into the middle of their crazy fuckery. Other parts of him though, well...

With a playful brightness shaping her features, she pushed away from Kayden and crawled over to Jack, who sat there with his mouth hanging open. She knelt at his feet and peered up at him with a seductive twinkle flitting at the tip of her lips. "Jack, do you want me to suck your cock?"

Jack's eyes were glazed over. He looked up at Kayden. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, man? "You guys have the weirdest fucking relationship..."

Layla's fingertips caught the angle of Jack's knee. "Boring relationships don't last." She pressed against him more firmly. "And you didn't answer my question."

Jack let out a rough chuckle of disbelief. "I don't fuck my friends' girlfriends, Layla."

Over by the TV, Kayden grunted. "Uh, not technically true, but..."

"Oh," Layla interpreted, spearing Jack with an unimpressed quirk of her eyebrow, "So you do fuck your friends' girlfriends, but just not me?"

"No, I..." A small, defeated groan. He let his head fall back against the cushion, his tongue sweeping along his top lip, hooded eyes gazing down at her. "Fuck, Layla..."

His discomfort amused her. She tilted her head coyly to the side and asked, "What turns you on, Jack?" A sly little smile as a memory floated to the surface. "I mean, besides watching?"

Images of that night a while back, the reckless lewdness of it, simmered in the spaces between them. Layla watched as Jack's jaw grew loose, his the blacks of his eyes blowing wide. When he didn't answer, Layla sat back onto her bum and turned to face Kayden. "Is he just super vanilla, or...?"

Kayden smirked. "Nah. I'm pretty sure he likes being bossed around." Which wouldn't be a problem for Layla, that much they could all agree on.

"Mm, I can totally see that," she nodded. With a conspiratorial grin, she nudged Jack's shin and questioned, "So do you want Kayden to boss you around, or do you want me to do it?" After a second, she pouted, "And I won't call you doctor, I promise."

Jack looked over at Kayden and tipped his chin towards him. "You're seriously okay with this?"

Kayden was relaxed, unbothered, a dark glint shadowing his irises. With the careless shrug of a shoulder, he explained, "Why not. If she wants to fuck you once on your birthday just to try it out, it doesn't bother me."

Sinking deeper into his seat, Jack rubbed at his neck and expelled something between a huff and a laugh. Around the rim of his glass, he flashed a slow, crooked half-smile in Layla's direction. "If I let you fuck me tonight Layla, I guarantee you won't be satisfied with just once."

Her big brown eyes widened a little, sparkling with lust. Jack reached out and hooked his finger beneath her pert chin. Rumbly and quiet, "You sure you want it?"

She swayed forward and took his thumb between her teeth, looking him straight in the eyes as she sucked, hard.

Kayden's heavy gaze was trained on Layla as he flung a foggy warning at Jack. "Just don't be a dick, alright?"

Jack tossed him a roguish grin. "Yes, Professor." It was mostly mockery, the edges of it tainted with arousal.

Kayden tucked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. He was so fucking asking for it.

Sitting up tall, Layla took the drink from Jack's grasp, set it on the coffee table, and then settled on the floor in front of him, fluffing her hair back from her face and resting her palms against the tops of his thighs. Kayden's pupils flared black at the sight of his girl on her knees between his best-friend's legs. "Do whatever she tells you to," he threatened, "or I'll sock you in the fucking jaw."

A charged look passed between them. Jack's long fingers raked through the back of his hair and then flexed against the red bruise marring his cheek. Violence turned Kayden on, and Jack had been coiled and itching for a fight all day.

Oh-so innocently, Layla's eyelashes fluttered up at him. "Can I suck your cock, Jack?"

Slowly, he nodded.

"Use your words," she coaxed softly.

"Yeah," he said, gravelly. "You can suck my cock, Layla."

Her slender fingers trembled with excitement as she swept them up Jack's legs and began tugging apart the leather strap of his belt. He was already hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans.

She was impatient but wanted to tease him, so she went agonizingly slowly. The slow popping of a button, the slow drag and scuff of denim, the painstakingly slow tangle of her fingers to pry open his shirt from top to bottom. She drifted forward to press gentle, barely-there kisses to the lean golden planes of his chest, and a rough breath scraped from the bottom of his lungs, and when she met his eyes, the jade rings were choked black. And then she slipped her fingertips beneath the elastic of his briefs and pulled. An involuntary gasp tumbled from her.

Jack chuckled, his gaze drawn to the round, surprised plushness of her lips. He caught the slope of her cheekbone with the back of a finger and teased, "Not like that tiny shit you're used to, huh?"

Kayden grumbled, "How 'bout I shove it up your ass and then you can tell me again how big it is?"

"Wait your turn," Layla shot over her shoulder, pursing her thighs together beneath the flowing fabric of her dress. She couldn't tear her eyes way from the thick, heavy, ridiculously long shaft of rigid flesh between Jack's legs. Longest she'd ever seen up close and personal, no doubt about it. She gulped.

Soft, gruff laughter from behind her. "Bit off more than you can chew?" Kayden joked dryly. He caught Jack's gaze and they exchanged lopsided smirks.

Boys... Layla rolled her eyes. "I can take it just fine," Layla retorted, except the squeaky breathlessness of her voice didn't convey as much confidence as she would've liked.

Her small fist curled around Jack's cock. He groaned, a deliciously dark sound so thick she felt it rumble deep inside her belly. The tiniest of kisses, just to the very tip of him. A thrill ignited every last nerve of her body at the newness of it, the wrongness of it. He was gorgeous, trim brown hair and tan muscle, all tense and wound up beneath her. She sucked him into the warm wetness of her mouth and their moans bled together.

He tasted different than Kayden, earth and salt but new, unfamiliar, exhilarating. She forced herself to take as much of him as deep as she could. He slipped against the darkness of her throat and his fingers knotted into the silky strands of her hair, a rasp of pure pleasure falling from him.

Heat thrummed through Kayden's body as he watched them. Layla, teary-eyed, hollow-cheeked, little hums of desire buzzing through her. Jack's entire face was slack, euphoric, more relaxed than Kayden had witnessed in months.

Dewy pink lips wrapped tight, she glided back and forth, squeezing the base of him in her fist, massaging his balls and listening to the hoarse, decadent sounds he was making. "Mm, you taste so good, Jack." Sliding him from her mouth, smoothing her tongue along the pulsing vein spanning the length of him. "Like that?" she whispered.

He nodded, eyes screwed shut, deep and throaty, "Fuck yes..." Her hair twisted messily between his knuckles, colours bursting behind his eyelids, his senses frayed to oblivion. Fuck, she was good at this. Of course she was. "I'm..."

"Where do you want to come?" she murmured, her lips glistening, eyes glossy with the sting of it.

The only answer she got was a raspy sigh. She smiled against him, pleased. He was so responsive to her touches, it was adorable. She remembered her own crude psychoanalysis from earlier — the desire to be freed from decision-making — and made the tried-and-true executive choice to let him finish in her mouth. A final firm sip of her lips and he was cursing shallowly under his breath, his cock twitching against her tongue, his warmth streaming down her throat.

Heavy, heaving breaths as they both wound down from the high of it. Every inch of Layla's body burned. Jack stuffed a large hand through the disheveled waves of his hazel hair, a thin sheen of sweat collected along his hairline. A fuzzy, lust-drunk grin blurred his mouth. "Are you guys gonna strip, or what? I'm at a disadvantage here..."

After pressing a small peck to Jack's bare thigh, Layla twisted away and squirmed into Kayden's arms. She caught his mouth in a wet, needy kiss, netting her fingers in his hair, their tongues a breathless tangle. Sweeping her lips against his earlobe, she teased, "He wants you to get naked for him." She caught the hem of his t-shirt, began dragging it upwards. "It is his birthday..."

"You're gonna fucking get it from me later," Kayden promised darkly. His coarse fingertips scraped against Layla's bare thighs, up the edge of her dress, peeling it off her shoulders onto the ground.

Layla fumbled with the buckle of his belt, yanking at leather and denim until they were both left in just their undergarments.

Her eyes were bright and wild as she wriggled out of Kayden's grasp over to where Jack was still sitting on the couch, watching them. He caught her slim hips in his hands when she leaned into him, her palms fitting against his jaw to draw their faces together. It was a filthy, desperate kiss. His taste was different, his sounds were different, the scruff of his beard felt different in an intoxicating way.

Calloused thumbs rubbing against her waist, caressing the tender skin just above her tiny sheer panties. Into his lips, she wondered, "So are you more of a boob guy, or a butt guy?"' With a chuckle, his lips found the delicate slope of her throat, suckling at her pulse, nuzzling lower. She clung to his shoulders for support as he planted wet kisses along her collarbone, his bristled jaw grating against her flushed skin. His broad hands skimmed up her ribcage, lingering, skin-hungry, those sharp green eyes scorching as they grazed the cleavage spilling from the top of her lacy bra. Layla swiveled her head back towards Kayden and breathily informed him, "Definitely boobs," before a soft, wanton whimper bubbled past her parted lips and her eyelashes snapped shut.

Coming up behind her, Kayden smoothed his burly hands over the curve of Layla's ass and agreed against the shell of her ear, "Works for me."

Bent over, writhing, she tried controlling her moans as Jack slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, as Kayden yanked her underwear off, as Jack's nose dove between her breasts and Kayden's mouth attacked the soaking heat between her legs, two pairs of rough hands rasping and cupping and squeezing her tits, the swells of her ass, ragged groans seeping through the room. Jack's lips latched onto her aching nipples while Kayden's tongue lapped at her throbbing clit. She didn't know whose name to praise. "Kayd—oh... Jack!"

A sweat-slicked, slippery, dirty haze of hot skin, wet mouths, low curses, angles and curves, entwined limbs, wayward hair, gasps and grunts of pleasure. They ended up on the floor, Layla propped on all-fours, gazing up at Kayden with a misted, doe-eyed stare as she took him into her mouth.

She arced her spine, softening into the raking exploration of Jack's warm hands on the lush roundness of her bum. He sunk wet kisses into her warm skin, along her curves. He groaned when his long fingers found the drenched mess at the centre of her, tracing languid strokes that had her arching into his touch. "Christ, you smell... so good..." Tugging her back against his face, he enveloped her with his mouth and she called out his name with a helpless squeal.

Oh my god, oh my god... Jack didn't just eat her out, he feasted like he was starved. Twisting his tongue, slipping it into her, humming appreciatively against her clit, her hiccups of bliss spurring him on. Kayden was exceptionally phenomenal at giving head, and he knew it — every calculated nip of his lips was always designed to render her completely and utterly stupid, melting her into a docile puddle to feed his devilish ego. But Jack, oh Jack... He worshipped her pussy because he loved it, because he was pure and caring and genuinely enjoyed the pleasure it gave her, and he didn't stop until he felt her spasming against him, falling apart beneath his tongue.

It was so exquisite she nearly crushed her teeth around Kayden's dick, but he took himself into his fist instead, the moist crown of his cock slipping against her glowing cheek. It was so fucking sexy watching her come undone. A sick sort of thrill streamed through him at the sight of her juices coating Jack's chin.

Winded and faded, Layla felt Jack press up behind her and her hips wiggled. "Want me to use a condom?" he husked, the tip of his nose trailing up the notches of her curled spine.

"Implant," she breathed. A giggle, "You're clean, right?"

Jack let out a small snort and replied, "Cleaner than him, for sure."

Kayden laughed quietly, brushing a tender line along Layla's jaw as she dipped closer and enveloped the length of him. "Go fuck yourself."

"About to fuck your girlfriend, actually," Jack tossed back smoothly. Layla's breath hitched when she felt the thick tip of Jack's dick between her legs, sliding along her dripping slit.

Slowly, inch by inch, Jack pushed himself into her with a strained moan, her slick core clinging to him. Layla trembled, whimpering around Kayden's hard cock.

"Ah fuck, you're tight..." Jack's voice was hoarse. Before tonight, it had been a long while since he'd even been on a date, and now he was balls deep in Layla's hot, wet cunt, fucking her raw while she sucked Kayden off. Not the way he thought this day would end when he woke up this morning, but he wasn't complaining.

Layla's eyes stung, clamped shut with ecstasy. It was one of the hottest moments of her life, her mouth filled and stretched, her pussy filled and stretched, sensitive and flowing with heat all over, being thrust into and grabbed at and used. "So fucking dirty, Layla," Kayden praised. He let out a growl from low in his chest as she surged forward and gagged around him.

Kayden's hands gripped firmly onto Layla's hair, watching her body bounce and shake as Jack fucked her from behind. Fuck. Her mouth was cinched so snug around him that he could barely think... With a wicked gleam in his eye, he licked his lower lip and asked Jack, "You think she can take more?"

Jack clasped Layla's hips and slammed into her again so she sucked in a high-pitched breath, her breasts swaying beneath her. "Something tells me she can handle it," he agreed, panting.

Layla's pulse skittered, her insides flaming. "I could go all night," she insisted, "Unlike the two of you senior citizens..." Her sass earned her a hard thrust from Kayden that had her choking around him, floundering for air.

"Lay back," Kayden told Jack, gritty and low. He extended a strong arm and shoved roughly at Jack's shoulder.

Jack narrowed his eyes, but he liked being roughed around and without admitting it aloud, they both knew it. "He has the worst fucking manners, doesn't he?" Jack grumbled before pulling away from Layla and slanting back to lie on the ground, flushed and tousled.

"The worst," Layla agreed, letting out a disappointed whine as Jack withdrew.

Kayden's hand wrapped around Layla's throat, drawing her up straight so she was forced to meet his eyes. "Behave," he warned, his palm cracking sharply against her behind. She careened into him, searching for his mouth, murmuring "Yes, sir," around his tongue.

He nudged her around, forcing her forward. She straddled Jack and he reached out to bring her closer, both of them moaning deeply when she sunk down onto him again. His rugged hands found her tits, pinching at her taut nipples while their hips rolled together and she plucked at his hair.

There was a tearing noise behind her. Layla was too fuck-drunk to figure out where the condom had materialized from, but she knew what Kayden was about to do to her and the thought of it made her melt.

His strong grip held onto her shoulder, pinning her down forward against Jack's muscled chest. Her lips and Jack's melded together, a carnal clash of tongues and teeth. She gasped into Jack's mouth as Kayden's thick fingers delved between the cheeks of her ass, prodding her open, spreading her so she would be ready for him.

The next few moments blurred together, lots of swearing, a brief hunt for some lube, Layla's shocked, gaping cry of stinging pleasure as Kayden slowly, deftly forced himself past the tight rim of her ass, groaning raggedly into her ear, telling her what a dirty slut she was for taking both of their cocks at once, what a good fucking girl she was for him.

It was frantic, murky, addled, intense, jerking forward, jolting up and down, jagged whirls. Kayden's hand gnarled into Layla's hair, into Jack's hair, a jumble of legs, Jack's thumb circling Layla's swollen clit, the smell of their bodies lingering, nails clawing and catching. Layla opened her lips to take Kayden's fingers into her mouth, sucking dutifully, a gratified whimper flooding the spaces between them when he told her how hot she was for letting them fill her everywhere. "Yeah, that's right. Fuck. Come all over our cocks, Layla..."

Higher, higher, higher. Sloppier, urgent, harder, closer, skin sliding and pounding, thick moans, wandering fingers, rocking and grinding, "Ah... ah!"

"Oh, Jesus Christ..."

"Fucking hell..."

"I'm..."

"I'm—"

"I'm..."

It was hard to tell who unraveled first. It was a sticky smear of rippling flesh and tired cries, muscles straining, eyes lurching back. Layla took every last drop as they emptied into her, clenching and shaking, again and again until it was over.

Skin plastered together, scattered limbs. Layla's lips grazed the crook of Kayden's neck while Jack nudged soft kisses into her glistening shoulder-blades, the air around them sweet and humid with their debauchery.

With an exhausted, delirious, contented giggle, Layla asked, "So whose birthday is it next...?"

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A/N:

😭🥵 So... yay or nay? Did I convince you the 3some could be hot? I know some of you were against it haha, so I really hope I managed to pull it off.

Thank you so much to all my Patreons for supporting me by purchasing an advanced copy of this chapter. And thank you to everyone for being here and reading! ❤️

Special shout-out to JJthatsall for putting up with the 71 different drafts of this I sent her without strangling me, and all my love to brkfst_at_tiffanys and tipprs for giving me their sweet feedback and edits too. And a big hug to per-se-phone for her brilliant dirty-minded inspiration.

ALSO! Visit the official fanfic page AmisArousedArmy, to read a fun, sexy (🥵😭) follow-up to this chapter by the lovely Martine (smartiismaffin). There were several Jack x Kayden conspiracies flying around the comments, and let's just say... 😏

xoxo Ami