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PART 4/Finale

A/N: Here it isss! THE FINALE! I was so thrilled to co-write with @ageofbarbarians on this one! And let me tell y’all… We’re going out with a bang. Also, I would strongly suggest playing Stardust Chords while you read a certain part of this. You’ll know when to start it, as I have highlighted the title of the song ;) I truly hope y’all love it and I’m sorry it took soo long!

*please forgive any errors that I may have missed*

WARNINGS: this contains major 18+ content, minors please DNI!!

Exhibitionism, teasing, guitar riding, more bass amp filth, overstimulation, degradation, lil bit of humiliation kink, praise, very much dom!Jake, oral (f/m receiving), temperature play (ice), toys, gags, spanking, smacking, choking, unprotected sex. || Harsh language, arguing and a little bit of fighting between Jake and Sam, if ya squint.

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Just two weeks ago, the boys had received a call about returning to Red Rocks to play for two nights back-to-back. It was very much safe to say that they were all over the moon.

Of course, Jake wasn’t going back to Red Rocks without you this time. So, you were hand in hand with Jake as he guided you up to the entrance of the stunning amphitheater.

“I cannot believe we’re back at Red Rocks!” Sam practically squealed like a little girl.

The five of you walked in, standing at the top of the house in complete awe.

Just like Jake had told you, it was even more beautiful than the pictures you had seen. Pictures just did not do this place justice.

And as if he was literally reading your mind, Jake turned to you with a cheeky smile.

“Told you it was better than the pictures.”

“Yeah, you did tell me,” you returned his smile, although your tone didn’t sound quite as playful as you’d intended it to.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you, firmly squeezing your hand in his one time.

“Don’t get sassy on me.” He jested, but there was still a seriousness to his tone.

You definitively were starting to feel the effects of going days without having Jake to yourself. Granted, it was only three… But still, it was incredibly rare that you and Jake would go more than a day without having sex.

Sure, you understood that between them getting the call to come back to Red Rocks, the traveling to get there and just their overall excitement, the time for that level of intimacy for you and Jake was limited. However, that wasn’t going to stop you from finding a way to get what you wanted. You and Jake had a hotel room all to yourselves for the next two nights, there were plenty of ideas bouncing around in your head on how you could get Jake going.

“Greta Van Fleet, right?” A pretty decently dressed man greeted the boys with a wide smile and started shaking each other their hands.

“Yes sir, that’s us.” Danny took his hand and offered a warm smile.

“Great, my name is Anthony. I’ll be taking care of all the sound for you this weekend,” he began to explain, earning nods from all the boys. “I’d love to get you guys set up on stage and get a little soundcheck going.”

“Sounds fuckin’ great! Let’s do it.” Josh clapped his hands together, following behind Sam, who had already taken off towards the vans holding their instruments and equipment.

“Go find a spot to sit near the stage, baby. Okay?” Jake kissed your forehead and then your cheek gently.

You turned your head to chase after his lips, catching him slightly off guard. He kissed you back, slow and sweet, until he finally broke away with a smile.

“Okay, Jakey.” You smiled right back at him, but the mischief behind your smile though, that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Whatever you’re thinking… I think you should think twice about it.” Jake whispered, leaning down close to your ear.

“What? I’m not thinking about anything,” you defended lightly, trying your best to sound convincing.

“Mmm, I don’t believe you.” Jake chuckled, pointing at both of your eyes. “This is the same little look you had in your eyes last time.”

Last time.

It had been a couple months since the day you went behind Jake’s back, practically begging Sam to get you off on his amp. Again.

The three of you never brought it up around Josh or Danny, but in those rare moments when neither of them were around, Jake or Sam were bound to make some little comment, or sly joke about that day. Even if both of them chose to never bring it up, it was still burnt in your memory forever. You didn’t need Jake and Sam to remind you. All the filthy memories… They were always there.

They would always be there.

Making your way down the steps, your eyes scanned over all the rows of seats. Once you made it closer to the stage, you eyed the very first row and a risky idea instantly popped into your head.

You were definitely about to get yourself in worlds of trouble, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

At this point, you were a master at getting Jake riled up to the heavens.

Taking a seat straight out from Sam, you knew Jake would eventually notice you weren’t sitting near him like you always did. You watched them set up all of their amps and guitars. Every so often your eyes would trail over to Jake, who was plugging in various different chords and working on his pedal board. He had yet to notice where you were… or where you weren’t, rather. He was simply lost in his own little world.

After he plugged it in, You watched Sam pick up his bass and fling the strap around his shoulder. A simple action that you’d come far too obsessed with watching.

“Alright, Jake, you should be on!” One of the roadies called, motion to Jake’s guitar as he stepped off the stage.

Your eyes flitted back to Jake when you heard the sounds of his guitar ring flawlessly through the array of speakers.

“Sam, flip your main amp on and you should be good to go, too!”

Your eyes went right back to Sam, watching him stroll over to his amp and flick it on. Once again something you had seen him do many times, although from a quite different position than where you were now.

Sam and Jake played by themselves for a few minutes, until eventually Danny was ready and joined in with them - Josh falling in shortly after him.

They sang a few random songs that you knew they weren’t actually planning on playing, before Josh began to talk to them through his microphone.

“Let’s play a full song, yeah?” Each other the boys nodded at him and you could hear the muffled sounds of their voices discussing what they should play.

“Stardust Chords it is!” He smiled widely, the smoothness of his voice floating through the speakers.

Jake and Danny kicked it off, sharing nothing but a quick look between each other before starting the song.

You decided it was just the right time to set your little plan into full swing.

One might think you would have learned your lesson last time, but pushing your limits with Jake was one of your favorite things to do. And you most definitely were not afraid to do it.

Taking the hem of your black sundress adorned with tiny daisies in your hands, you slowly pushed it up your thighs.

Being that Josh was right there in the front, there was a brief moment of fear that he (or maybe even Danny) would notice. But, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind as far as it would go, simply hoping they wouldn’t. That’s all you could do, anyway.

Your eyes made their way back to Sam as you ran a single finger over your clothed core, staring at him with as much intensity as you could, in hopes he would feel your eyes on him and look up to find you.

You circled your clit lightly over your panties, exhaling softly at the little bit of relief you were already getting.

Keeping your eyes locked on Sammy as he played, you went a step further

and slipped your fingers beneath the hem of your panties. Sliding your fingers through your folds to collected some of your wetness, bringing them back up to your clit.

Your head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut and a quiet moan slipped past your lips as you worked yourself in time with the song. The second you brought your head back down and opened your eyes, they immediately locked with Sam’s. His eyes were dark and blown wide, his mouth was hanging open in half shock, half lust.

Sam somewhat recollected himself, mouthing something that was pretty much entirely lost on you.

But If you had to guess, it almost looked like he mouthed, “Keep going.”

Hoping that you read his lips correctly, you nodded and continued swirling your fingers over your clit rhythmically.

You held eye contact with each other, save for the few times your head tipped back - accompanied by a moan that would have been much too loud, if it weren’t for the boys’ playing.

You chanced a glance over to Jake, who was completely lost in his own playing.

Matching the speed of your fingers with the music they were creating, mixed with the bass that naturally reverberated through your body, it was an ethereal feeling.

You knew by the end of the song, you would be coming undone all over the bench beneath you.

At that thought, you could practically hear Jake’s scolding voice - Degrading you for such a filthy and slutty act.

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Or, “What were you thinking, making yourself cum for everyone to see like that?” Jake would probably say.

You let your eyes drift from Sam and back to Jake, moving his body in ways that only he could as he neared his solo - only egging you on more.

Your eyes trailed back to Sam, whose eyes were fixated on your hand that was still shoved in your panties. You could feel a knot begin to form in your stomach and you motioned to your lower stomach with your unoccupied hand.

Sam nodded urgently, mouthing a simple, “Do it.”

He was dying for you to reach your high, just in time for the peak of the song

Your fingers quickened and you tightened the circles you were rubbing against your clit, chasing after your high with a fervor that you’d possibly never felt before.

Just as Jake was reaching his solo, the knot in your stomach exploded. Your head fell back in complete bliss, your body’s senses so overwhelmed in the best way; between the music buzzing your entire body and the pleasure you were giving yourself.

Little did you know, Jake’s eyes had finally landed on you.

He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly, his eyes trailing down to between your legs where your hand was tucked away. And just to make it all worse, his eyes flicked over to Sam, realizing he was watching you, too. His mouth gaped in shock, anger, lust and… jealousy…? So many emotions Immediately bubbling up inside him.

It took you almost the entirety of Jake’s solo to work yourself through, and come down from your high.

Once your eyes returned to the stage, you froze in your spot when your eyes met with Jake’s. He was standing in place, completely still - aside from his hands that continued to play flawlessly. Although, it was very clear he was not thinking about playing hardly at all.

It took everything in you not to shrivel up under his lust and anger filled death glare. But, you stood your ground, flashing him the sweetest smile you could muster.

Your eyes returned to Sammy; who was very desperately trying to hide his erection behind his bass. As the song came to an end, you slipped your hand back into your panties, collecting some of your juices and pulling them back out carefully.

Slipping them into your mouth, you could almost perfectly see the way Sam’s throat tensed as he swallowed thickly.

Jake on the other hand, was stone-faced as he watched you, his vision turning red around the edges. The only thing that broke him away from you, was Josh tapping him on the shoulder.

After what felt like an eternity of them standing around, talking with Anthony about the sound, he shook all their hands and disappeared down the stairs. With Anthony no longer blocking your view of Jake, you took in his tense body language and the way he was staring daggers at Sam.

Danny and Josh stayed around for another moment or two, before waving off to Sam and Jake, ascending down the same set of stairs and up through the house.

“How did we sound, Y/N?!” Danny beamed, motioning a thumbs up back towards the stage.

“You guys sounded amazing, as always.”

You glanced over at the stage, seeing that Jake and Sam had returned to their rightful sides.

“They said they’re staying here to work on some stuff,” Josh said, as if reading your mind. “We’re gonna go wait in the tour bus for them to finish. Wanna come with us, or stay out here?”

“I’ll stay out here, I think,” You smiled at them both softly. “I’m sure they won’t be long.”

The three of you exchanged your ‘see you later’s’ and then they were gone, ascending the stairs of the house.

Turning back to face the stage, this wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for. You were not expecting Sam and Jake to stay behind… but the fact that they were, had your stomach twisting with nerves.

“Y/N, you have less than 30 fucking seconds to get down here!” Jake yelled from the stage, startling you.

You smiled internally, despite the raging nerves that were rapidly growing. You were only semi-worried that you’d pushed Jake a little too far this time.

To -hopefully- avoid enraging him any further, you got up and made your way down to the steps.

“What the actual fuck was that, huh?!” Jake’s voice boomed. His face was red with anger and you could practically see the veins in his neck, pounding away under his sweaty skin from his rapid heartbeat.

“And you!” He pointed at Sam, storming over to him without even a second of hesitation.

Jake’s hands collided with Sam’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards. “You have the god damn audacity to WATCH HER! Like she’s yours to fucking watch!”

“First of all,” Sam’s voice was significantly calmer than Jake’s, but still incredibly firm as he shoved his brothers hands off of him. “You’re lucky Josh and Danny didn’t fucking notice. She sat on my side, for fucks sake! It’s not my fault you didn’t catch her sooner! So how about you jump down her throat and not mine, Jacob.”

Jake took a single step back from Sam, a silent battle taking place between the two of them as they stared each other down. Both of them being far too stubborn to give in.

You stood there, watching the two of them while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. The only sounds around you, being the soft sounds of crickets as the sun had began to set and the occasional, eerie whistle of the breeze blowing through the structures of the stage.

After what felt like forever, the expressions of the two boys shifted - along with their energies. It was like a switch had been flipped... Like a silent agreement, or alliance was being made between them.

Jake turned on his heels, almost making you jump from the sudden movement. Sam looked over to you, with an expression you were all too familiar with. His lips were pulled up ever-so-slightly at one corner, his eyes narrow, dark and glistening with lust... and maybe even fury.

“You know what? Since you wanna act like a whore,” Jake started, walking over and snatching his Les Paul from it’s stand. “We’re gonna fucking treat you like one.”

Jake made his way back over to you in long strides, holding out his guitar from his body for you to get a good look at. Your face contorted in slight shock, knowing what he wanted you to do with it.

“Panties off, and I want you on the floor with this fucking guitar between your legs.” Jake commanded, pointing at your core with his free hand.

You hastily hiked up your dress, hooking your thumbs into the hem of your panties, sliding them down and off your legs.

“Gimme.” Sam demanded quickly, holding out his hand.

Your eyes widened in shock and you immediately looked over to Jake, who only nodded his head towards Sam, silently telling you to hand them over to him.

You stepped over to Sam, placing your panties in his hand; as soon as you let go of them, he was shoving them down in his back pocket.

But it wasn’t long before Jake was putting an end to your little moment.

“Sometime today, Y/N.” Jake tone seeped with jealousy and impatience.

You shot Sam a cheeky grin and then made your way back to Jake - Who wasted absolutely no time shoving his guitar into your arms with such force, you stumbled back a couple steps.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Jake was practically seething. “You’re gonna get down on this stage with that guitar in between your legs, like I told you. And you’re gonna get yourself off on it, while Sam and I watch. Do you understand all that, angel?”

You started to sink to the floor of the stage slowly, your voice barely squeaking out the words you knew Jake wanted to hear.

“Yes, sir...”

“I think you can answer louder than that.” Sam insisted, taking on a level of dominance much like Jake’s.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” You repeated, much louder and stronger this time.

“That’s much better,” As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth, you couldn’t pass up the chance to say something bratty.

Sam wasn’t going to be the one punishing you anyway.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to say it again.” You sassed, clearly catching Sam a little off guard.

But not Jake.

“Now listen to me, you little smartass-“ Jake took no more than two long strides to get to you, bending down to come nose to nose with you. “- If you think you’re going to get away with talking like that, you’re in for a rude fucking awakening when I get you back to the hotel.”

“Might as well push all your buttons while I can then, huh, Jakey?” You sounded nauseatingly sweet, earning a low growl from Jake.

“Do what the hell you want, princess, but just remember… you’re just stacking up your consequences.”

Jake’s words sent a bone chilling shiver up your spine; one that had your entire body visibly shuddering.

“I think she likes getting punished though,” Sam pointed out, as he watched your physical reaction. “Just look at her, Jake.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Jake stepped closer to you and reached down, gripping your jaw in his hand tightly. “Now let’s recap, yeah? What have I told you to do?”

You met his blazing eyes; dare you say you watched them soften for the quickest second, upon locking with yours.

“I’m using your guitar to get off, while you and Sammy watch.” You shifted with the guitar, flicking your eyes over to Sam.

“And when do you stop…?” Sam chimes in with his own question, causing Jake’s head to snap over at him.

Jake looked right back to you, though. “Yeah, when do you stop, hm?”

You looked between the two of them for a moment, before settling on the answer that you felt would be correct.

“Until you tell me to stop…?”

“Such a smart little thing.” Jake let go of your face with the slightest little shove. “Too bad you use that genius little brain to construct devious ass plans and get yourself in trouble.”

You were about to huff out some sort of rebuttal while Jake’s back was turned towards you, but Sammy beat you to speaking.

“Jake,” he inquired smugly, as if the thoughts running through his mind, were the greatest thoughts he’d ever had.

Jake released a tense breath. “Yes, Sam?”

“I think we should watch her from exactly where she was sitting.”

All three of you fell silent, you for different reasons than Jake and Sam.

Jake turned on his heel without another word, taking off down the same set of stairs you had come up. Sam followed closely behind him, glancing back at you over his shoulder with a wink that you almost missed.

Just before Jake started his descent up through the benches, he shot you a stern look that you arguably could have seen for miles. “When we sit down, your pretty hips better be moving on my guitar!”

You didn’t feel like Jake was searching for an answering, so you didn’t give him one. You just adjusted yourself and the guitar between your legs - much how you had positioned yourself on his bed a couple months before.

Your eyes shifted back up to Sam and Jake, just as they were about to sit done in that same spot you had been in. And suddenly, with their eyes locked on you as they took their spots on the bench, you felt so small. The size of the amphitheater didn’t even matter. It wasn’t the amount of space, or how many people it held, or even how big the stage was…

It was simply because Jake and Sam were watching you, heavy, lustrous gazes, unwavering.

Noticing the slight shift in your demeanor, Sam nudged Jake lightly in his ribs.

Jake’s softer side slipped out briefly to offer a bit of encouragement.

“Come on, baby girl. It’s just us now!” Jake assured, loud enough for you to hear him. “I promise, if anyone comes, I will stop you!”

You nodded, letting your eyes fall shut.

Allowing your neediness and desperation take over, your hips began rolling into Jake’s guitar.

It felt even better than the first time; an even deeper level of desperation thrumming through your body.

Your mind drifted back to that first time; when you stared up at Jake’s backup guitar on the wall of your shared bedroom, flicking your eyes between it and the clock. You’d just needed a few minutes and you knew you would have at least a little bit of the relief you needed.

The adrenaline of it was insane, but it didn’t hold a candle to the current: Sam and Jake sitting in the house of the amphitheater, watching you so intensely, they might melt your body into the stage. The new level of adrenaline was almost heart-stopping.

Moving your hips a little faster, you did your best to stay in your own little world - trying not to think too much about your little audience.

Nerves could kill an orgasm in less than a second and as you worked your way up to that sweet peak, you couldn’t risk falling away from it.

Faintly, you could hear Jake talking with Sam. You started imagining them coaxing you closer with their raspy, lust filled voices.

‘Come on, pretty girl,”

‘Cum for us.’

A rather loud moan bubbled out of you as you imagined them talking and your hips sped up against Jake’s Les Paul.

Missing Jake’s beautiful face, you forced your eyes open just shy of reaching your orgasm.

He nodded, lips pulling up in a smirk that you were sure you could see for miles.

As if your body was just waiting for his permission to do so, you fell over the edge into your second orgasm - even better than the first one.

Your hips slowed almost to a stop, slight overstimulation taking over your body. Jake was having absolutely none of it.

“Y/N,” Jake called. “Don’t stop OR slow down. You got me??”

“G-got it!” You let go of the guitar with one of your hands, throwing Jake a thumbs, up just in case he couldn’t hear your shaky voice.

You felt the muscles in your lower belly and thighs flutter and clench, as you continued rocking your hips.

Forcing yourself to keep a steady, quick speed, you chased after your third high with fervor.

“Ja-Jake,” you moaned, hoping that somehow your airy voice would carry out to him. “Fuck-“

A soft breeze drifted across the stage, causing your sundress to flow around you with such elegance, compared to your current actions.

“Christ, she’s so beautiful.” Sam mumbled as he watched you, feeling himself harden in his jeans.

“Fuck, yeah, she is.” Jake agreed, shifting around in his spot. “She’s close again, look at her desperately trying to get herself there…”

You could once again just barely hear Jake and Sam talking back and forth with one another.

Part of you just knew they were gawking over the way you looked right now; on full display and so needy, making yourself cum on a stage surrounded by colorful lights that made you glow.

Seeking a little extra help in throwing yourself over the edge a little quicker, you adjusted your grip on Jake’s guitar and brought your other hand between your legs.

Your head tipped back as you sunk two fingers into your dripping heat, desperately reaching for that sweet spot that Jake never missed.

If only you could reach it the way he could.

But you made do with what you could give yourself, and luckily, it was just enough to haul you into bliss once more.

“Oh- oh, fuck!” You cried, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

Jake and Sam both watched you intently, just barely hearing your moans and cries of pleasure from where they were seated - Watching you struggle to do what Jake told you to do.

But after another minute or two, Sam became impatient with just watching and decided he wanted his own fun.

He stood up abruptly, turning to walk down towards the stage.

“Where are you going?” Jake questioned, forcing his eyes to break away from you and look over to Sam.

“Come on.” Sam just kept moving towards the end of the row, not even turning back to look at Jake.

“No, Sam-“ Jake followed after him, their sudden commotion catching your attention. “-What are you doing??” he questioned once again.

Your hips stalled against Jake’s guitar and you looked at them both curiously.

“I didn’t tell you to fucking stop.” Jake pointed his finger at you, making his way up the steps.

“No, no-“ Sam cut in, following closely behind him. “Let her stop, Jake.”

“And why should I?” Jake snapped.

Before you could even resume rolling your hips into his guitar, Sam was snatching the guitar from you and shoving it into Jake’s hands. He picked you up in his arms, carrying you over to his amp.

“Sammy?!-“

“Sam, what do you think you’re doing?!” Jake sounded pissed, but it only fueled the heat rushing through your body.

It was your goal to get him this way, after all. You were succeeded tremendously and Sam was somewhat unknowingly helping you out.

“It’s my turn to make her squirm.” Sam sat you down on his amp, flipping it back on.

Jake visibly hesitated for a moment, but as soon as you looked up at him with a devilish and proud smirk, his eyes darkened and jaw clenched even tighter.

“Actually, yeah. Go ahead, Sammy…”

Jake nodded, his head turning towards his brother, but his eyes stayed fixed on you as he spoke.

“Make her cum as much as you want to… She’s not to move until you tell her to.”

Your eyes snapped up to Jake’s in slight shock, not at all expecting him to hand off basically all control to Sam.

“You hear that, princess?” Sam called, picking up his bass from its stand. “You’re not to move until I say you can.”

“How many orgasms are you even at now, hmm?” Jake questioned curiously, having lost count of how many you’d given yourself against his guitar.

“I don’t know…? Three? Or four?” You shifted against Sam’s amp.

All you knew was that you were at least three orgasms into overstimulation.

You watched Sam fling the strap over his shoulder, strutting up to the pedalboard that unmutes his bass.

“You know what Jake? How about you play, too?” Sam suggested, flicking his eyes over to gauge your reaction.

A new rush of wetness surged between your legs. There was absolutely nothing that turned you on more than Jake playing.

That’s how you ended up in the situation you were currently in.

“That’s actually a great idea,” Jake smirked, glancing down at his guitar still in his hands. “And at least if Josh or Danny come back, it won’t look too suspicious if we’re both playing.”

Jake slung his own guitar strap around his shoulders, basically going through the same process as Sam had just done.

When they were both ready, Jake nodded to Sam, giving him the go ahead.

“Color, Y/N.” Sam demanded, looking directly at you with a devilish smirk that unnerved you ever so slightly.

The break in between your last set of orgasms and the ones you were about to endure, had allowed you to go back to normal at least a little bit. However, just one orgasm would plummet you right back -if not deeper- into overstimulation.

Still, you stayed confident in the answer you gave him. “Green.”

“Oh, she’s miss tough girl today, Sammy.” Jake grinned, looking at his brother but gesturing at you. “Let’s play something she won’t expect. Throw a little curve ball, yeah?.”

Jake sauntered over to Sam, leaning in to whisper into his ear exactly what song he had in mind.

You watched the smug grin pull at Sam’s mouth, as he nodded in agreement with whatever Jake was saying.

“Let’s play Keep Me Comin’ by Kiss.” Jake stepped back from Sam as his eyes lit up, adjusting his guitar in his hold as they both prepared to start playing .

Unable to hear anything Jake said, you just watched on in anticipation, clenching your thighs together in search of some relief... Relief that you couldn’t believe you still needed so badly.

Suddenly, your ears were filled with Jake’s guitar and your body jolted as Sam’s amp sent vibrations through you.

Almost instantly you recognized the familiar Kiss song and your head snapped up to Jake...

Damn him for remembering all your favorite bands and your favorite songs.

He mouthed something to you that was just lost on you - obviously unable to hear him over the music and for a brief moment, you missed the sound of his voice and his cocky tone.

A broken moan tumbled out of you, completely unheard by either of the boys in front of you - driving you farther and farther into the deepest pits of pleasure without even touching you.

It didn’t take long for your legs to begin shaking and your head to fall back in bliss, despite how badly you wanted to keep your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them.

Your fourth orgasm started creeping up on you quickly, the coil tightening in your stomach was almost painful, but you still wanted more. You loved that burning feeling, the way your body would tense and cease just before you fell over the edge.

It was addicting, no matter how many times you felt it. And between these two lately, you felt it a lot.

You forced yourself to bring your head level again, eyes fluttering open to see Jake and Sam both watching you intently…

Because of course they knew you were close.

Between Jake having picked one of the hottest songs he could think of; a particular favorite of yours on top of that, and the way your entire body succumbed to the intense sounds and feelings, you were right on the edge. So close to the edge in fact, that you could look down below it… Right into the choppy waters below, waiting to consume you and drown you in immense pleasure.

Within a few more seconds, you were trying to force yourself to stay upright and seated on Sammy’s amp.

The intense pleasure hit you like a train, ripping all the air from your lungs and most of the strength left in your body.

Jake and Sam continued to play, watching you with their lust-filled gazes.

Panting and writhing against the amp, you looked up at Jake with droopy eyes for a split second before your head lulled back down. You were fighting to catch your breath, a steady flow of whines and moans flowing out of you like a stream of water down a mountain.

Jake took a few steps over to you, carefully using the headstock of his guitar to tilt your head back up.

“I want another!” Jake yelled, making sure you heard him clearly over him and Sam as they continued to play.

“Jake!” His name fell from your lips almost in a plea. No where near loud enough for him to hear, even though you tried.

He just raised him eyebrows at you, before turning to strut back over to Sam. He leaned in, clearly straining to talk to Sam, even directly into his ear. The veins in his neck protruded, while Sam nodded along with whatever Jake was saying.

As the song came to an end, Sam backed off while Jake continued to play.

Sam made his way over to you, and slid his bass around to rest almost against his back, so that he could crouch down in front of you.

“If you can give me one more before this next song ends, nice and pretty and loud, I might just let you get up.” Sam negotiated, raising his voice -not at much as Jake had to- but just enough.

“Sammy, i—“ You choked on the humid evening air, even thicker and heavier around you than before. “I don’t know if I can…”

“Aww, did we drain you out, princess?” Sam questioned, feigning sympathy.

You shook your head. “I- maybe… maybe a little…?”

As if Jake’s playing had become background noise, you faintly heard another familiar guitar riff. Yet another song that wasn’t theirs.

Sam stood back to his feet with a devious smirk and started stepping backwards to rejoin Jake, yanking his bass back around to rest over his hips. “Like I said, doll, if you can cum one more time before this song ends, I’ll let you get up!”

Groaning as you throbbed against the amp, you willed your body to relax as much as it could.

‘One more, just one more, Y/N’ You mentally repeated to your body like a mantra.

As soon as Sam joined in with Jake again, you immediately recognized the AC/DC song, Squealer.

‘How fitting,’ you thought briefly, before overstimulation was threatening to grab you by the throat and chokeslam you.

You gripped the corners of the amplifier, knuckles turning nearly paper white. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK-“

You shifted around, searching for even the slightest bit of relief - but a different kind of relief now. Maybe you could find just one angle, that didn’t allow for the vibrations to so directly flow right into your sensitive core.

Alas, there was no position that could provide you even a little bit of relief. The vibrations and the sound of Jake’s guitar continued to overtake your senses. moans streaming out of your mouth that the two boys in front of you, would for sure mock if they could only hear them.

“One- one m-more,” you choked out in encouragement to yourself, high pitched and whiny.

The white hot coil in your belly started to burn and tighten again; an agonizing, but somehow still pleasurable sensation.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your whole body convulsing and shuddering as you were plummeted into another orgasm.

It was somehow so weak, yet so powerful all at once. It stole what was left of the air in your lungs, what little strength was left in your body. Everything.

Jake and Sam brought the song to it’s end, and you hoped to God that Sam wouldn’t decide to be absolutely ruthless and put your through another song.

“Sa- Sam… plea… please-“ you forced yourself to speak, with the remaining energy you had left. “I can’t...”

Sam looked up at you as he sat his bass down and they softened instantly. “Hey, hey. I told you one more and you would be done. You gave us one more, soo…”

You let out a long sigh of relief, slumping more of your weight onto your wobbly arms.

“Should we go get you cleaned up, angel?” Jake asked softly, kneeling down in front of you.

You looked up at him with fucked out eyes, nodding your head just barely, but enough for him to catch it.

“Yeah? Okay,” Jake stood up, carefully scooping you up into his arms.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got you…” Jake assured you gently, tightening his grip around your body.

When he turned around Sam was right there, gently rubbing a hand over your arm.

“You did so good for me… Always good for me, Y/N.” Sam praised, making you smile softly.

Jake hummed and you looked up at him just in time to catch his dramatic eye roll. “I wish you’d be good for me.”

You chose to ignore his comment, for the time being, not wanting to dig yourself into a deeper hole than you already knew you were in. Jake carried you back to the bus and the door opened right before he walked up to it.

“You’re gonna have to walk in. I’m assuming you don’t want tweedle dumb and tweedle dee asking questions,” Jake sat you gently on your feet and you leaned against him. You felt like your knees could give out at any moment.

The two of you walked onto the bus and you immediately went straight to his bunk to lie down until you got back to the hotel. Jake joined you and you scooted over as far as you could in the small bunk. He closed the thin curtain before he directed his attention toward you.

“You know,” He gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That was some shit you pulled back there,”

“Jake I-“

“No, I’m not done.” Jake cut you off as he shook his head. He inched his face closer to yours. You could see the way they flashed to a darker shade, almost something you couldn’t quite read. It was a mix of adoration, annoyance, lust, and anger.

“It seems to me that you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” His voice was low and his eyes burned into yours. You looked around the small bunk as you avoided his intimidating gaze.

“I haven’t,” was all you could manage to get out.

“But I think you have, darling. All of this shit you’ve been pulling recently? Don’t think it’s going to fly any longer.” His nose touched yours and you were forced to look at him.

“Are you guys ready?” Josh called. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh.

“Yeah,” Jake called back to his twin. You felt the bus begin to move and Jake averted his attention back to you. He bunched your dress up at your hips before ghosting his fingers over your soaked core. You whined at his delicate touch and shook your head.

“Jake I can’t—“

“I don’t want to hear a single fucking word from you right now, Y/N,” Jake closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. His voice was still low, careful so none of the other boys heard him. Your breathing began to slowly pick up as he started rubbing slow circles on your already swollen bud.

“I’m sick and tired of you acting like a fucking whore. You clearly need to be reminded who owns you. Owns you and that gorgeous cunt of yours.” Jake tilted his head and slapped his fingertips against your core. You whined and covered your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Show me that you fucking own me then,” the words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying. Your eyes went wide and so did Jake’s. The bus came to a stop and you had assumed that you were at the hotel.

You and Jake had exited the bunk before making your way toward the front of the bus. You kept your eyes down as your pace was quick to try and avoid Jake.

There was not even a sliver of doubt that he was livid and you wanted to avoid making him more pissed than he already was. You’d added more than enough fuel to the fire.

The both of you walked into the hotel and got your room keys and made your way over the elevator.

You both stepped in and as soon as the door closed Jake wrapped his hand around your throat and shoved you into the elevator door.

“Go to the room and take all of your clothes off. I want you on your fucking knees with your hands behind your back. In front of the bed with your hair up. Do I make myself clear?” He commanded, voice dripping with venom.

You nodded your head, too afraid that if you tried to speak, nothing would come out and his grip around your throat tightened.

“Do I make myself fucking clear?” He hissed, face blazing red and his breathing heavy.

“Y-yes sir,” you barely managed to get out.

Jake let go of your throat and seconds later the elevator door opened. He pointed behind you and you turned around to exit the elevator.

You walked to your room and before you opened the door, Jake put his hand on yours. Turning your head over your shoulder to look at him, His gaze softened, but you knew that he was still in a mood.

"I will be back. Don't forget what I told you," He reminded,

kissing the top of your head as you entered your room.

You observed the way it was set up and you were in awe. There was a large window that took up a good portion of the wall and there was a gorgeous view of the mountains.

The bed faced the window and there was a small kitchen off to the side. You walked into the bathroom and you were met with a marble shower along with a jacuzzi tub. The sink matched the marbling of the shower and the floors were a dark gray, almost black and there were gold accents to match throughout the entire hotel room.

You could feel your hands begin to shake as you began to think about what Jake had in store for you. As much of a rise as you got out of him from sitting on Sam's side of the stage, you were slowly beginning to regret the whole thing. A part of you wanted to keep the teasing going but you knew it was in your best interest to stop it all.

Taking a deep breath, you started slowly stripping yourself from your dress. You sat the material off to the side before sinking to your knees at the foot of the bed.

You held your hands behind your back and you patiently waited for Jake to come back.

As you waited, your mind drifted off to all of the possible ideas he might have. Those thoughts alone made you start to drip.

You bit your lip and looked towards the dark, hoping Jake would still be gone just a few more minutes.

Slipping one of your hands between your legs, you started to rub slow circles against your clit. You ran the tips of your fingers through your slick and pushed two fingers inside yourself.

Your head tipped back and your pace quickened rapidly. You brought your free hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into it and a whimper slipped past your lips.

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, as you curved your fingers inside yourself quickly.

"Fuck, Jake," You whimpered into the empty room, letting out a soft moan as your head rolled forward.

"It's a gorgeous fucking sight, isn't it?" Jake spoke. You gasped, eyes popping open as you looked towards the door.

"I think that's an understatement," Sam smirked from behind him. You were speechless as you looked back and forth between the two boys.

Jake turned his head around and whispered into Sam's ear before Sam nodded his head and faced his attention towards you.

"Good luck, Y/N, you're gonna need it." Sam grinned before he disappeared from your view.

Jake stepped into the room and harshly closed the door behind him, the slam making you jump in your spot.

"I asked of a few simple things and you couldn't even do all of them.” Jake slowly walked towards you, crouching down in front of you. “Now I walk in on you touching yourself while moaning my name? You're really just asking for it, aren't you?"

"What? I did everything you asked me to," You shook your head, but Jake shook his back. He reached behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

"Your hair doesn't look like it's up to me." He raised his brows, keeping contact with you.

He pulled your head back and inched closer to your face. Your mouth fell open slightly and you were about to say something to him, but he shook his head. You immediately shut your mouth.

Jake let go of your hair upon hearing a knock at the door. He walked away from you and you watched his every move.

He opened up the door and he was handed a bucket before the door was closed again.

Walking back over to you, he sat the bucket on the dresser and sat something else next to it, but you couldn't quite see what it was.

"Do you remember your colors?" Jake crossed his arms in front of him and you nodded your head.

"Green, yellow and red,"

"Good girl," Jake started undoing his belt buckle, before sliding it out from the loops of his jeans. He tossed the belt onto the bed before slowly dragging down his zipper.

"Do the rest for me, hm?" Jake requested and looked up at him with your best doe eyes, nodding your head before wrapping your slender fingers around his belt loops.

You dragged the material down his thighs, keeping eye contact while doing so, trying your hardest not to focus on the outline of him through his boxers.

You licked your lips as Jake took a step back and kicked his jeans away from him. He stepped closer to you again and you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down to the tops of his knees.

"Open," Jake commanded and you did as you were told.

Jake showed you no mercy, as he hit the back of your throat almost immediately.

You gripped at his hips, but he pushed his hands off of him. "Hands behind your back,"

He slowly began to thrust his hips, but his slow pace didn't last long at all, before he was repeatedly hitting the back of your throat with a brutal pace.

Your eyes clamped shut and Jake grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding you in place.

"Look at me," Jake groaned and You tried your hardest to look up at him as tears brimmed your eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying his hardest to not make a sound. He didn't want to show you how much he was enjoying this, since it was supposed to be a punishment after all.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and your eyes instinctively closed again.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh smack against your cheek and you moaned around Jake's cock.

You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, as he continued to fuck into your mouth relentlessly.

Jake let out a shakey breath and you felt stray tears roll down your cheek.

He bucked his hips into you a few more times, the pulled himself out of your mouth.

"Hands and knees. On the bed. Now." He pointed and you stood up. You moved onto the bed and propped yourself on your knees and you leaned against your forearms.

“Yes sir,” you said sweetly.

But In an attempt to egg him on a little, you slowly swayed your hips as you watched Jake over your shoulder. He had pulled his boxers back up, signaling he wasn't going to be using you any time soon.

"Stop. I don't even have to look at you to know what you're doing." Jake snapped, grabbing the bucket and sitting it on the bed as he positioned himself behind you.

Finally, you could see that it was filled up to the brim with ice and you felt a shudder go through your body.

"But don't I just look so pretty bent over for you, Jakey?" You tried to tease.

You swore you could've heard a small whimper come from him, but the thought disappeared when his fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back.

"I'm so fucking sick of hearing your pretty, smart-ass voice right now. All I want to hear is you begging for mercy." Jake said flatly in your ear.

His words sent a shiver down your spine and let out a breath through your nose, choosing not to say anything. He let go of your hair and your head fell forward slightly.

You watched as he grabbed a piece of ice from the bucket and popped it into his mouth, leaning over you once more.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before putting the piece of ice at the front of his lips, slowly dragging it down your spine.

"Oh fuck," You whispered as you felt goosebumps raise all over your skin. His lips were wet and cold and the slightly cool air hitting the now wet spots on your skin made you shudder violently.

“Jake, please.”

He was inching closer and closer to your dripping core and you couldn't tell if you were shaking from anticipation, or the ice being dragged across your skin.

You had no time to prepare for Jake's cold lips pressing against your heat.

“Oh, my god-“ you gasped, feeling your legs instinctively trying to close, but they didn't have the chance as Jake held them open and continued to lap at you.

The ice was quickly melting, given how hot you were and once it was completely melted, his tongue pressed flat against you. His movements were slow, trying to tease you in any way he possibly could.

Jake slipped one finger into you, his movements with his tongue still teasing and slow. He dragged out every one of his movements, being sure to take his time with everything he did.

You could feel your arousal dripping down your leg and you just wanted him to pick up his pace so badly.

And almost as if he was reading your mind, as his pace picked up just a little and he slipped another finger inside of you.

You tried your best to keep your moans to a minimum, but it was hard with the way Jake's fingers and mouth worked you expertly. Biting down on your lip, your knuckles turned white from how tightly they gripped the sheets beneath you.

You could feel the knot in your stomach building, the high coming on so fast that you almost didn't even have time to comprehend the fact that you were right on it.

But it didn't matter, Jake wasn't going to let you cum that easily.

His fingers slipped out of you and his mouth was gone not even a split second later.

“Jake,” You huffed in sudden, bratty frustration.

“Shut it.” Jake reached for another piece of ice, resting it at the front of his lips like he had done before and he was hovering over you again, his face inching towards your shoulder; or so you thought.

You felt the ice touch your neck, inching closer and closer to your sweet spot.

He moved everywhere along your neck, but he was missing the one spot you wanted to feel him against.

The goosebumps rose heavily against your skin, the cool air making them more prominent. He was being a tease with the way he traveled down your back again, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt.

You were going to beg for him, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. You kept the quiet whimpers to yourself, not wanting to see or hear that he was getting a rise out of you.

It only took a second before his lips were wrapped around your clit again, a loud gasp flying past your lips from how cold and wet his lips and tongue were.

Jake’s movements remained slow, slow enough to barely bring the feeling of your orgasm back to it’s peak, but not enough to fully send you over.

It was torturous and you wanted nothing more than to spill over onto his tongue, to have him tell you how good of a girl you were and how sweet you tasted; but that was the very last thing you were going to get from him.

"Fuck, Jake I can't take this please just fuck me," You whined and gripped the sheets below you. Before you had time to comprehend what was happening, your back was against the mattress and Jake was hovering over you.

"Do you really want to be making requests right now?" Jake scanned your face.

"If Sam were here, he would've been fucking me dumb already," You gave Jake a sinister smile and his eyes became almost black.

He opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, doll." Sam spoke up, as he rounded the corner.

Your eyes shot over to him and you could feel all of the blood draining from your face.

"Jake, I- He- What the fuck?" you were completely dumbfounded by the fact that he was even here.

"What is it, dove? Didn't hear him come in while you were a whining mess under me?" Jake pushed his lip out, giving you a fake pout and you shook your head. Your mouth was dry and you didn't know what to do or say.

"What? That smart mouth has nothing to say for once?" Sam snickered.

You so badly wanted to find a good come back, but your brain was empty, all you could think about was the two boys in your room and how after tonight you were going to be absolutely done for.

"Here's how this is gonna go," Jake held your face in place with one of his hands and you couldn't help but stare directly into his darkened eyes.

"You don't get to cum until I say so,"

"I think I already knew that you don't-"

Smack.

You stared at Jake with wide eyes, the sting across your cheek processing only seconds later.

He stared at you with a stern look, but you could see the slight worry in his eyes thinking he had taken it too far.

You didn't say anything besides staring at him in amusement and even more lust.

"Sam can you go into the top zipper pocket in my suitcase and grab what's in there." Jake turned his attention to his brother and Sam nodded before kneeling beside Jake's suitcase.

You tried to watch him as best as you could, but Jake turned your head to face him again.

"I tried avoiding this, but you don't know how to keep your mouth shut," Jake shook his head as he reached out to Sam.

Sam placed the item in his hand and you suddenly had a gag in full view.

‘When the fuck did he even get that?’ You frantically questioned in your head.

“Head up, mouth open," Jake commanded firmly.

You lifted your head as you were told and Jake placed the ball into your mouth, securing the strap in the back.

"Oh my fucking god," Sam whispered to himself.

He stared at you in disbelief, his eyes darkening much like Jake's.

Jake moved from above you and went over to the mini fridge where he had stored some of his alcohol. He pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's and twisted the top off and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Sam leaned over you, dragging his fingertips down your stomach so lightly it was almost as if he wasn't touching you. His movements were slow, inching closer and closer to your center.

You squirmed from the soft touch, and Sammy just continued staring at you in a state of awe.

"Yeah? You like how she looks, Sammy?" Jake smirked, walking over to his brother.

Sam barely even acknowledged that Jake was asking him a question.

"How about you let sweet, sweet Y/N know that you won't keep spoiling her, either?" Jake suggested, raising a brow as he looked down at you; so helpless.

"I never spoiled her..." Sam defended himself, breathless as his eyes raked over you for the billionth time.

You scoffed through the gag, the thoughts of the night you had spent with Sam and how he treated you. The way he whined under your touch, the shower the two of you had, him telling you how good you made him feel.

You were spoiled and you all fucking knew it.

"We all know that's not exactly true," Jake shook his head, taking another swig from the bottle of liquor.

"Whatever," Sam rolled his eyes. "Luckily, I like to be a tease just for the hell of it. Pretty baby, can't even tell me how good she wants me to make her feel," He fake pouted and your breathing intensified. His fingers dipped between your thighs, dancing lightly over the spot you needed him the most.

You tried to shift your hips to get any sort of friction from him, but Jake's hand came down and held you in place.

"Have your fun with her Sammy, she's not moving." Jake smiled down at you. Sam's fingers rubbed quick circles against your clit and you whined, wanting to pull your hips away from him.

You could feel another orgasm building, so close to the brink of spilling over. Before you could even reach the high, his fingers were gone.

"I have a vibrator, think we should torture her a bit?" Jake suggested and You shook your head quickly as a smile spread across Sam's face.

Sam’s smirk was wicked. “Go get it.”

Jake went over to your suitcase and grabbed the vibrator that you thought you had hidden from him back at home.

Obviously you didn’t do the best job.

He pushed the button causing the toy to come to life before handing it to Sam.

Sam adjusted himself next to you and he pressed the toy to your clit. You moaned into the gag, the feeling of another orgasm already building.

"So sensitive, hm?" Sam cooed. His lips connected with your sweet spot, nipping at the spot before soothing it with his tongue. “I bet you are, baby doll. As many times as you’ve cum today.”

“I bet it sucks to cum so much and now you can’t.” Jake added on. “Maybe you don’t deserve anymore at all today.”

Crawling over top of you as you shifted around, Jake slid his boxers down his legs and ran his tip through your folds, collecting enough of your arousal to completely coat him.

“God, you’re fucking soaked. Gotta feel you wrapped around me,” was all Jake said before thrusting into you, giving you little time to adjust.

He set into a steady pace, sending your body further into the pillows with each thrust.

“Looks like she feels so good, Jake.” Sam cooed lowly. “Should I let her cum?”

“No. Not yet.” Jake's thrusts were quick and sharp, hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly.

You were seconds from spilling over the edge, then Sam moved the vibrator from your clit, following Jake’s command.

The urge to scream into the gag was unreal, to say the very least.

He lazily dragged it across your stomach and you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded from all the denial.

Sam removed his lips from your neck, using his free hand to wrap around your throat.

Tears clouded your vision as you looked at Sam who had a dark look in his eyes. His grip was tight and you could feel your vision becoming hazy.

Sam moved the vibrator to your clit again and your eyes clamped shit. The gag doing a surprisingly poor job at silencing the high pitched noises you were making.

Your hands instantly found home against Jake's back and He hissed as you dragged your nails against his skin, sharp enough to draw blood.

"Let her cum," Jake groaned and Sam's hand left your throat. As soon as it did, you could feel yourself spilling over the edge.

There was no air left in your lungs, the stars growing thicker in your vision and your head began to throb.

“Jake said to let you cum,” Sam spoke lowly. “So cum for us. C’mon. Do it for me- For Jake.”

You let out a loud moan that was barely even muffled by the gag and Jake continued his brutal pace into you as you came around him.

“Shut up, Sam.” Jake huffed, becoming slightly possessive. “Only for me, pretty girl.”

Your body was limp, your orgasm already draining your energy. Jake's hips began to falter and you knew he wasn't far behind you.

His fingertips were digging into your sides hard enough that you knew you'd be bruised.

You moved your arms with the little strength you had left and pushed the hair that was sticking to Jake's forehead out of the way.

"Sam, take her gag off," Jake grunted. “Please.”

You lifted your head as best as you could, so Sam could take the gag off of you.

As soon as it left your mouth Jake's lips connected with yours and you moaned into his mouth.

Sam's lips connected with your neck and you could feel another orgasm wanting to take over.

"Jake, I-" Your voice was cut off by a high-pitched moan.

Your high took over, but it was stronger than one you had felt all day.

The space between you and Jake grow significantly wetter and your eyes rolled back into your head. there wasn't a sound to be heard around you as your body became completely numb.

Groaning, you rolled over in bed, being met with another warm body that you instantly knew to be Jake’s.

As you shifted, a soft groan rumbled out of his own chest.

After a second or two, Jake flipped over on his back, eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you.

“Did you sleep good, angel?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, not bothering to open up your own eyes as you cuddled into him, laying your head on his chest. “M’never doing anything sneaky.”

Jake chuckled, deep and gravely as his voice was still laced with sleep. “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Where’s Sammy?” You decided to change the subject entirely.

“He went to bed after he helped me clean you up last night.” Jake explained, tilting his head to the side to place a kiss on your temple. “I don’t know who was more worn out, him or you.”

“I’d say me, since I fainted again.”

“You cannot keep doing that,” Jake scolded playfully. “You’ve scared the absolute fuck out of me both times.”

“You just make me feel that good, i guess.” You giggled, finally cracking one eye open.

“Sam was also there,” Jake reminded you through a little smirk.

“And I can assure you, he’s never gonna let you live it down.”

“Mm, that’s just fucking great.”

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In League — Nightmare

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Summary: August still feels out of place in the house after trying to escape run away but a nightmare has him seeking Wyatt's comfort...

(This was in the Google Drive Black Hole until @peachy-panic's This Could Be The Moment and @hold-him-down's Not Ideal inspired me to polish it in the spirit of Bad Nights. If you haven't read these pieces (& entire series) yet, you should plan on getting zero work done this week because you now have more important things to do.)

CW: Late-19th century, indentured servitude/classism, explicit language, past-noncon implied, power dynamics, carewhumper/sympathetic whumper. Beta read by @alittlewhump!

August didn’t like sleeping alone.

He missed being allowed to sleep in the chair, knowing all night that Wyatt was near, working at the desk or asleep in the bed. He would’ve kept to the chair forever if it had meant he didn’t have to be alone at night, in the dark where Keats could still find him.

The nightmare hadn’t been anything novel. He was always struggling to regain some ground, all the while only digging himself deeper. Sometimes Fionn was there, hurting. Keats would lay a trap and August would walk right into it. Without fail. Hopeless, thoughtless, thankless. He was too slow, too dim-witted not to fall for the tricks every time, even in his own dreams.

He’d awoken to his heart beating like a drum between his ribs. Chest both gnawingly hollow and achingly tight. The room was pitch-dark, with no moon or stars shining through the window. Even the fire had died in the hearth like the night was snuffing out all light. He’d played the unwitting accomplice, banishing any chance of warmth by casting all the blankets and even the pillows to the floor in sleep. He wrapped his arms around himself tightly, shivering.

There were still many things he didn’t understand or trust about his place here and the older boy who had given it to him. But Wyatt had a way of making Keats feel like a small, distant memory and that was exactly what August needed right now.

When he’d asked to stay—or rather, accepted Wyatt’s invitation to stay by way of needlessly asking his permission, Wyatt had insisted August take his bed. A laughable stipulation, considering how much worse he’d had than an armchair by a warm fire, but Wyatt had insisted. So, August had Wyatt’s room and bed to himself at night while Wyatt slept in the spare bed in Theo’s room down the end of the hall.

August paused at Theo’s door, leaning around the frame, the corner of the wood pressing into his collarbone. Wyatt was alone, sleeping with his back to the open door. Theo’s was probably among the voices that occasionally rose from downstairs, a sliver of bright electric light seeping from under the parlour door and trying to climb to light the stairs. It was just enough brightness that August had been able to avoid the creakier of the floorboards in the old house. After hovering in the doorway uneasily for five full minutes to confirm Theo wasn’t coming upstairs, he tiptoed in, chilly air nipping at the strip of bare skin between his stockings and underbreeches. The rest of the house was always freezing in comparison to Wyatt’s room. August had eventually learned that none of the others ever bothered with fires, a realisation that had made heat spread through his chest like the very warmth Wyatt kept him in.

It was hard to distinguish Wyatt himself from the bedcovers, fabric from skin, where one stopped and the other began, in the darkness. The bed itself and the man on it a single unbroken silhouette, carved from shadow marble. His even breath the only sign he wasn’t stone. August felt even more obtrusive standing over him. He crouched instead, not sure if he should sit on the edge of the bed without being invited and reluctant to kneel on the cold floor.

He hesitated countless times, hand hovering in the open space between them, heart sprinting in his chest. What if he was given more than a hand to hold, the warm embrace he sought? Even in the face of the vows Wyatt made during the day, August had never met a promise that didn’t have a trap door. And coming to Wyatt’s bed like this in the middle of the night was as good a reason to use it as any. His nerves rose steadily until it was like his heart beat between his ears and it was all he could hear or feel, swaying in the darkness to the tide of his own pulse.

A clatter from downstairs almost had him bolting back to his borrowed bed, ill dreams or not, lest someone else catch him out of it. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he’d rather it be Wyatt than anyone else, when the tables finally turned.

Now or never.

He reached out, brushing his fingertips over Wyatt’s bare shoulder. As faint as the hope he clung to that this would be no different than any other time Wyatt had comforted him. “Wyatt?”

Wyatt grumbled, turning onto his side to face August but not opening his eyes. He let his arm fall open, extended out toward August.

His heart hammered on in his chest as he held his breath waiting for more of an indication from Wyatt. More of an invitation or a dismissal.

Was that space meant for August? Or was Wyatt only reaching out his hand?

They’d never lain side by side before but Wyatt was always looping an arm around his shoulders during the day, swift to pull him into an embrace in those embarrassing moments when he lost his composure.

Or was Wyatt simply fast asleep?

August twisted his fingers in the fabric of the nightshirt Wyatt had given him, knees starting to ache from crouching. He’d disturbed Wyatt enough thusfar. He ought to leave him in peace. But the thought of leaving had him swallowing a lump in his throat and blinking away tears, as though Wyatt were truly sending him away, rejecting him. An unwarranted, invented ache.

It was for the best that he hadn’t roused Wyatt fully. He should feel lucky that he hadn’t gotten more than he bargained for. That Wyatt wasn’t the sort to thrash him simply for the disturbance. At least, he hadn’t shown himself to be that sort yet. August uncurled his fingers, pulse throbbing in his fingertips from how tightly he’d bound them in the fabric in his fists. He swiped at his cheeks with the back of his hand and rose.

Wyatt sighed, fingers at the end of his open arm curling away from August, beckoning him closer.

August’s heart faltered in his chest and against all reason, his tears fell with renewed urgency. He sniffled and fruitlessly wiped at them again before ever so gently, lying down at Wyatt’s side.

He settled on top of the bedcovers since Wyatt hadn’t lifted them. It wouldn’t matter anyway once he was closer to Wyatt, in his arms. His heart still felt like it was beating too heavily in his chest. As though he were stealing something he didn’t deserve, hadn’t earned. He took a deep breath, forcing the air in past his galloping heart and chased away the memories of his nightmares and of Keats. Wyatt was nothing like him, had only ever welcomed him with open arms.

August inched closer, resting his forehead against the older boy’s shoulder, hands tucked up between them. Wyatt’s breath tickled through his hair, in and out. If August flattened his hand, he could feel Wyatt’s steady heartbeat, its comforting metronome. He—

Wyatt drew in a sharp breath and shoved August back. He crashed to the floor, yelping as his head cracked against the corner of the solid bedside table.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, scrambling off his back as Wyatt’s shadow sat up in the bed, looming over him.

Wyatt didn’t move, didn’t dignify his feeble apology with a response. But he had to be furious for how hard and fast he was breathing, for how rigid his shadow was, as though he truly was stone.

August’s heart carried on beating erratically in his chest. It didn’t feel right. It felt like it would swallow him, end him from the inside out, compounding his fear with each consuming beat. “I’m sorry,” he repeated lamely, voice shaking. He didn’t know what else to say. When Wyatt still didn’t acknowledge him, he inched forward, reaching out—

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Wyatt stood and August cowered back with a whine, hands coming up to protect his head. He couldn’t do anything right, perpetually reduced to crawling back like a puppy who’d been kicked but was too stupid to learn its place.

It was all he was, broken, desperate. Exactly as Keats had made him. “Please, sir. I beg your pardon.” He hadn’t called Wyatt that in weeks, had been able to rise just a little bit in his esteem, and even his own. Until now. He started crying in earnest, the tension from his uncontrolled heart and the open fall of failure overtaking him. “I’m sorry, sir. Please—”

Wyatt skirted away from him, bringing his hands up to his head in his rage. As far as possible from the pathetic mess of a boy who’d overstepped his welcome. He would have run if Wyatt hadn't been blocking his way to the door. Sobs halted his apologies so he pulled his knees up to his chest and waited, never taking his eyes off Wyatt.

But crying would not constitute an apology, hiding from punishment even worse, and he needed to fix this. If he wasn’t dead in a day on the streets, Keats would find him. To remain in this house, even chained in the basement, was preferable. He would offer anything, surrender any part of himself, to stay with Wyatt. Make himself smaller, bend, break to counterbalance this fault, to regain what standing he’d had. He had brought this on himself and he would face the consequences. Prove––

A light in the doorway silenced his undeserved tears and he held his breath.

“Wyatt?” It was Theo. And no one behind him, which was a small mercy, though it didn’t promise anything about what was coming for August. Theo lifted the candle, scanning the room until his gaze fell on August.

A whimper escaped his lips and before he could sort himself to make some attempt at apology, Theo was moving. He couldn’t help himself, he covered his head again.

Only Theo paid him no mind, just went to the chair at the foot of the bed and gathered Wyatt’s clothes in his free arm. He thrust them at Wyatt with enough force that August heard the impact, pushing them at the unmoving statue that used to be Wyatt until he was forced to take a step back and finally brought his arms up to cradle the clothes.

“Go on,” Theo said, keeping his voice low.

Wyatt didn’t move. August couldn’t see his face from this angle but after a moment it became clear that something was transpiring. Something excluding August.

“Get some air. Don’t worry, I’ve got him.”

His stomach dropped. He didn’t want Wyatt to leave when things were like this, when he hadn’t told him that he hadn’t meant to be so much trouble and that he would face the consequences well. But he couldn’t find his voice.

With one more moment’s hesitation but not a second glance in his direction, Wyatt left and August was alone with Theo.

First thing he did was set the candle on one of the posts of his bed. A precarious placement that had once lost August the privilege of candles for an entire month –of bruised shins and stubbed toes– at Elmwood. But Theo didn’t have to worry about things like that. None of the other boys here did. At least, August didn’t think so; even if they didn’t have much, they were all equal. Theo bent down a few paces away, resting his forearms on his knees.

“August, you all right down here?”

He wasn’t sure what to say, or if he could say much of anything without just crying some more. He swallowed, to see if his throat was clear enough for words. It wasn’t.

“I know you’re frightened,” Theo said gently.

That only made the lump in August’s throat worse, sobs closer to escaping his lips.

Theo watched him carefully, as was his wont. August fought shy of meeting his gaze. It made him nervous, how heedful Theo always was. What might he observe and, worse, what might he tell Wyatt?

“You’re not in any trouble.” August couldn’t help but look straight into his eyes now. Watchful as they were, he didn’t find them deceitful. “I promise, everything will right.”

He hoped Wyatt would agree.

“Why don’t you let me help you up? We’ll sort you out, too.” He held out one of his hands. “It’s all right, I’m not going to hurt you.”

When August reached out, his palm shone crimson in the candlelight.

To be continued...

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