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"Yo, who's driving?"
"Who do you think?"
"You're both assholes. Being this sexy is cheating."
"We know."
Couric smirks as he finishes his cut on the handle of the knife, then shuts off his saw and removes his safety goggles as he faces Darby. Making him guess which of them is in control is fun sometimes, and stupid fun other times when he resorts to sex to figure it out. Hell of it is, they're not sure how he can tell the difference when they're actively trying to fool him for fun.
"C'mon, serious time." Darby protests. "I need help with the guest room."
…okay, that is serious. Darby is redoing his guest room at his place and he's weirdly stressed about it. He's got no clue why, and Jack has precious little insight—they just know it means a lot to Darby, he's tense as hell, and he only really loosens up when they help. Well, when Couric helps. He asks for Couric's opinions more than Jack's.
"Safety gear." He points out simply as he removes his gloves.
Hey! What the fuck does that—
"…right. C'mere, Cory, help me look at these shelves."
Sorry, Jack. You were saying?
…you're both assholes and you suck.
Be nice and I'll go to bed early so you can suck later tonight.
Couric smirks at Jack's pointed silence and sets Maxwell on the work bench so he can pull Darby in for a kiss. It's brief and chaste before Darby shows him his phone.
"So I took your advice about Ikea? Still think you're crazy, but—these shelves. Thoughts?"
Couric peers at the wall mounted shelving, feeling a wistful pang as he peers at them on Darby's phone. They're minimalist, metal, cheap but nice. He knows for a fact they look really good because Jack saw them with their mom a month ago when they went to Burbank for lunch and a cheap table for his workshop.
"Yeah—those kick ass." He agrees. "Do it."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, it's what I would go with—"
He feels Jack shift, the slide of fingers under his from within before they vanish again.
Jack?
Hmm?
You doing something?
No! Nothing, just want to get back to the knife.
You're a shit liar, you know.
Am not!
You are when I live inside your head.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, just dealing with the uglier twin." Couric replies without any real annoyance. "He's messing with the controls when it's my turn to drive."
"I like it when you both try to drive."
"Only when we're fucking."
"…that reminds me, I still have that ask. Later, though. Okay, so…this one. Thanks—gonna order these. Come in for food soon, huh? Or I'm coming out to get you."
"Promises, promises."
Darby just grins, nipping at his lip when he steals a kiss before heading inside.
*****
"Yo, who's driving?"
"Me, why?"
"Get your ass in here, it's ready."
What's ready?
You'll see.
Jack? What did you assholes do?
Sorry, Coor, can't hear you. You're going through a tunnel.
JACK!—
Jack grins, shutting off his equipment and making sure the metal on the blade he's cutting isn't too hot before he heads for the door of his workshop.
"That was fast."
"Eh, drove down and picked 'em up. Put 'em in while you were busy."
Picked what up? Jack, seriously.
Seriously, Coor. Can you get up here with me? We both need to be here for this.
"What's happening?"
"Asking Coor to crowd in."
"Be careful, don't want you falling again."
Jack stops in the patio doorway and takes a breath, concentrating to try and condense his thoughts, his awareness, to make room for Couric. That familiar feeling comes, Couric's hand sliding over his inside, but Jack doesn't pull away. He waits for the other hand to slide under his…
Carefully, Couric and Jack mesh their fingers, and there's a sense of pressure inside his head. They're still trying to get used to sharing their consciousness at the same time, but Dr. Lynden assured them they'll get better at it, that their mind will stretch like an under used muscle with practice.
"You guys okay?" Darby asks uncertainly.
"Yeah." Jack replies. "Still just getting used to it."
"Hand—c'mon."
Jack gives Darby his hand, or maybe Couric does. It gets hard to tell like this sometimes…for sure, it's Couric's confusion making his heart race with anxiety as Darby leads them into the house.
"Why are we both here for this?" Couric asks, and Jack smiles around it.
"Because we both worked this up for you." Darby explains. "Jack wanted to be here for the reveal."
Couric frowns in confusion as Jack speaks.
"I waited until you fell asleep in England and wrote Darby a note. Turns out he already had the same idea, so we keep swapping notes when you're not awake."
"I thought you couldn't stay awake if I was asleep."
"It's hard, but I can sneak in a Post-It or two without falling on my face."
"Jack, you fucking—"
"Cory, breathe. You'll see in a second…"
Darby leads them to Jack's main guest room, just grinning in silence as he listens to them bickering out loud from the same mouth.
He stops outside the room, opens the door…
…and Jack drinks in Couric's shock for a long, glorious moment before he gives up control totally.
*****
"What—"
Couric looks around the room in shock as he steps over the threshold. For a couple weeks now, Darby has been asking his opinions on everything from sheets to statuary, to the stupid shelves from Ikea Couric recommended.
All of it—every last bit of it—is in this room. Done exactly the way he would have set it up.
"Jack thought you should have a space of your own." Darby explains. "I thought it was a fucking amazing idea, but lemme tell you? Trying to do this without being able to talk to Jack out loud 'cause you might wake up was a pain in the—"
"Darby, I don't…I don't understand. What is this?"
Coor…buddy…
"Sweetheart, this…it's your room. Not Jack's, yours. C'mere, check this out…"
Couric lets himself be steered over to the closet, which has its own set of clothes. Some belong to Jack, but others are new versions of shirts Couric wears more often, different brands of jeans, all influenced by the subtle differences in how Couric dresses when he's in control. The t-shirts all have the necks cut off, there's a lot more henleys, more pairs of relaxed fit jeans. There's more of the same in the bureau.
Darby keeps showing him around.
The room has a desk with good lighting, because Couric's taken up journaling in addition to drawing a little. The en suite has the same brand of bodywash Jack uses, but a scent Couric likes better. A stack of washcloths, too, not that stupid loofah thing Jack's got…
They even remembered his preference for socks. Jesus Christ.
We're sharing a body, a memory, and a fucking boyfriend—we shouldn't have to share a room, too, when we can spread out a little. You deserve your own space if you want it. Someplace you're comfortable.
"Jack…"
"If he's telling you that you having your own room is a no brainer, he's right." Darby chimes in. Slotting in behind Couric, he wraps his arms around his waist and presses his cheek against Couric's. "Jack wanted to be fair, but…I wanted to make it real damn clear that I'm aware I'm dating two people in one body. And I love you both the same—I appreciate you both the same."
Couric leans back into him for a second, then as an afterthought reaches inward.
Jack?
Yeah?
I'm going to have sex with Darby.
Good.
…wanna help?
Well, I mean, always, but you can—
Jack.
Couric hesitates, because this part feels…yeah, he doesn't even know. It should be weird—it's one thing for this situation to even exist and the two of them sharing a boyfriend, and yet…
There are things that are hard to say, to get across. Even sharing a body. The motivations behind every terrible thing he did in Japan and after, the reasons he was willing to be absorbed back into the whole even if he just…wanted too much.
"Hey. Can't hear you guys."
Couric stays silent…until he feels one of Jack's hands slide under his from within, turning to mesh their fingers together in hesitant acceptance of his aborted invitation.
Turning in Darby's arms, Couric looks up at him—and he's not sure what Darby sees in his face, but something like awe passes through his eyes.
"Darby, that ask…what is it?"
"It can wait—"
"Please, Darby."
Darby opens his mouth, then shuts it with a small, impossibly soft smile.
"Don't freak out. Won't be mad if you say no."
"Won't say no."
"Sweet—no. Babes…"
Couric's insides go warm at the pet name he's adopted for talking to both of them at the same time. Somehow it makes him more sure, so he reaches for Darby's hand and presses it against his cheek, scraping his beard against Darby's palm to make him shiver.
"Darby…"
"…can I fuck you, Couric? Please?"
Jack's grip on Couric within tightens, comfort rather than control. Both of them are so careful of him without coddling, going so slow without making him feel like he's…handicapped by his own damage.
"Yeah. Yes, Darby, please…"
Darby just stares at Couric for a second, then reaches for his face to pull him in for a kiss.
"You two fuckheads are too good for me, goddamnit…"
Couric tries to kiss him back, but Darby is greedy, demanding, and Jack takes enough control to open easily beneath the pressure of Darby's seeking lips and tongue. He doesn't let Couric resist Darby curling behind his teeth and tracing the ridges of his pallet until he's breathless, trembling, and aching in his jeans, clinging to Darby's shoulders for support.
"Got it twisted—too good for me." Couric gasps against his mouth. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, Darby, you have no clue—you're everything, you're…"
Darby growls, and their knees go weak. Couric's hands tighten on Darby's shoulders, but Jack forces all of the rest of his muscles to go loose so he sinks into Darby as his arms go around his waist to support him.
"I gotcha, sweetheart."
We've both got you, Coor.
I know…I know.
He feels stupid for being nervous. He has Jack's memories of Darby fucking him, coaxing him open so slow Jack begs, just enough to let him feel just enough of that burning stretch to electrify every nerve in his body…
But he hasn't had the time Jack has to shake off those memories of Christian. They share those, too, but Jack's had more time to be present and safe in that vulnerable position. Couric…hasn't.
"Babes?"
Couric buries his face against Darby's neck and manages to nod, fearful of what sounds might come out of his mouth if he tries to speak.
"…yeah. You gonna be upset if I admit I've kinda fantasized about this? Fucking you both…or me and Jack, just fucking ruining you—"
Ohhhhhh, fuck that's hot. Is that bad I think that's hot?
Jack…Christ…
Okay, we're doing this.
Couric lets out a broken whine, needy and desperate. His thoughts get so hazy, so fuzzy with how much he wants he almost loses his hold on controlling their body…
Jack squeezes his fingers within, helps him keep his grip. Darby tightens one arm around his waist and lifts a hand to cradle Couric's cheek with a husky laugh that's rubbed velvet caressing its way up his spine.
"I'll take that as a thumbs up from Jack…how 'bout you, sweetheart? Gimme words…easy, I won't tease, promise."
Jack takes over their hands, smoothing them over Darby's chest. The smooth texture of skin warmed t-shirt does help a little with the overwhelm, but Couric's cheeks burn under the force of desire so he keeps his face against Darby's neck.
"Thumbs up." He manages, voice muffled against his skin. "Yes, want that. 'F it's—"
Yeah, that's okay, Coor. This is gonna be good, I promise.
"It's all I fuckin' want, sweetheart." Darby breathes against his temple. "We got you, both of us…gonna make this so good, Cory…"
Jack takes over to kiss Darby, then lets go so Couric can control it. He catches Darby's lower lip between his, coaxes his mouth open, and Darby lets him. Lets Couric delve in, sweep between his teeth while his hands skim over Couric's sides and down to curl over his ass to grind them together.
Relax. This is good, you like this, I know you do. C'mon, you're gonna really love this…
Jack grabs Darby's hips, backing towards the bed. Darby follows, hesitant at first, then grins against their mouth.
"Jack? You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Couric watches Jack lift their hand into view with a thumbs up.
"Fuck yeah—been dying to return the favor."
Couric's back in control as Darby presses him back onto the bed, and when he realizes what the two of them are talking about around him he thinks his heart might stop.
"Oh, God." He breathes, sinking back onto the pillows after Darby gets his shirt off.
"You're okay with me eating you out?"
Couric's thoughts start to blur again, the heat of arousal and needing and wanting making everything rippled and hazy—and he nods, as fast as he can.
"Fuck, please, yes, please, please, please…"
Goddamn, Coor. You really are amazing like this. It never feels this intense for me—it's so good, but…I wish I could let go like you do.
The fuck you mean, let go like me? I can't relax to save my life, you—
Yeah, when Darby dismantles me like a house of fucking cards. You just…fall to pieces, and it's—
"—fucking gorgeous, the way you let me see you like this, Cory."
There's a weird, fuzzy overlap between the two of them talking, because Darby is mapping the planes of his torso with hands and mouth. He's, as ever, obsessed with their chest, nipping at the valley between his pecs while his hands skim over the dusting of hair across skin and muscle, thumbs teasing his nipples. He's shivering, arching into him, and yeah Couric's slept with Darby quite a few times now but not like this. Not this very deliberate attempt to dismantle him piece by piece until he's quivering with the soul-deep need for Darby and more.
Not with both of them taking him apart.
Darby mouthing at his neck and Jack arching their head back to give him room. Darby's fingers tweaking a nipple, and Jack dissolving the tension in their muscles so the shock of sensation is sharper, spreads further, buzzes down deep in his nerves and fucking lingers. Darby kissing and biting down the middle of his stomach and Jack taking over their hands to open his jeans so Darby can just keep going, tugging them down his legs and catching his briefs…
Couric's a mess by the time Darby gets him naked with Jack's help. Trembling, squirming, trying so hard not to make the noises that are clawing out of his throat, horrible little wails, whines, and wrecked moans that make him want to run and hide.
"C'mon, sweetheart, don't get quiet on me. Wanna hear you, fuck, Cory—you make the best fuckin' sounds when you want it, it's music to my ears. I could listen to you for years, just like this, you're just so gorgeous, and—"
—you're just a sexy mess, and I know he loves that. He loves it when I fall apart for him because I can be so fucking uptight, but when you do it it's because you trust him. I know how important that is to him…kinda realizing it's important to me, too, and…fuck it, I can be a narccisist with myself: you're gorgeous when you're this open, Coor.
Couric can't stifle it then: with both of them telling him at the same time that he's good and he's beautiful and that he's doing something right, he keens.
That gets a full body shiver out of Darby just as he's breathing hot across Couric's cock, and Jack uses their hand to curl fingers around it, to stroke their dick and make Couric whimper. He can't resist fucking into Jack's grip, and Darby snarls.
"Hell yeah, Jack—just like that. Just like that…"
Couric is barely aware of Darby grabbing one of the pillows. He's too busy gasping and babbling as Jack works him over slow to realize when it's been shoved under his backside—but oh, he feels it when Darby just spreads his cheeks and sweeps his tongue flat across his hole, hot and firm, and he jolts at the surprise contact.
Jack, fuck—
I know you remember Darby doing this for me before.
Not for me, though. Not like this, not…oh, God, not when I wanted it and I got it Jack oh fuck oh fuck—
"—oh fuck, Darby, Jack, oh fuck oh God Darby…"
Darby chuckles, tongue circling his hole before pressing inside, then drawing back to kiss his inner thigh.
"Okay, is it weird that's hot? You, screaming both our names?"
"…sorry—"
"Don't you dare be sorry—"
—for doing something so stupidly sexy that I'm getting rattled and I can't even fully feel what's happening to our body, dude. I'm just…God, this is a power trip. Is that okay? I know I can be a control freak, but…yeah, helping Darby get you off may be the single hottest thing I've ever done.
Couric can't answer that, not with thought or words because Jack is jerking him off while Darby is alternating between flat, firm sweeps of his tongue and fucking into him, and it's so good, it's so good, and it's better when he can hear Darby's voice begging him to be louder, when he can feel Jack's voice marveling at the fact he's a goddamn wreck fucking into his own hand under Jack's control, fucking himself on Darby's tongue and fingers when he slides one in, then another, scissoring him open so, so carefully, he's being gentle they're both being so gentle and Couric wants—
"More." he moans, voice breaking when Jack squeezes his cock just a little to make his vision blur hazy gray, dangerously close to orgasmic white. "Please, Darby, Jack, more…harder…"
Darby hums, nipping at his hip and pressing his fingers deep—and then he finds the spot that sends a spasm of heartstopping pleasure rocketing through him with a shout.
Fuck, Coor…Jesus, you're amazing like this. I don't fucking care if it's arrogant, you're incredible. I wish I could be half as reactive as you are, goddamn—
"—you're just beautiful like this. You okay? You…fuck, Cory, wanna fuck you so bad, gonna come just touching you, sweetheart…"
"Ready, please, m' not gonna break, please—"
Rather than putting his tongue back where Couric wants it, Darby crawls up his body and reaches out to pull the nightstand drawer open to retrieve a bottle of lube.
"Darby—"
"Shhh, I got you. Just wanna be sure, I'm not going to hurt you."
Jack's got his hand up by his mouth, fingers caressing his lips, and Couric's so far gone he doesn't even think: he draws Jack's index finger into his mouth and sucks hard, and the shiver that goes down his spine he only feels a little because he knows Jack's the one that catches that sensation.
Oh, God, Coor—oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck—
—fuck, Jack, please, touch me—
Couric licks a hot stripe along Jack's palm and the aborted little whine he lets out is very close to a sob as Jack curls their hand around his cock again, grip slick and good and Darby's pressing a single slick finger into him before he's replacing that finger with his cock pushing in—
He loses the plot after that. So overwhelmed by pleasure he can't keep a coherent thought in his head. So overpowered by sensation he can't tell the difference anymore between what's Darby's hands on him or Jack taking over his hands to touch him. So overcome by Darby's gasps of good and gorgeous and calling them babes, by Jack's internal dialogue of incredible and sexy and glad you're part of me that all he can do is cling and wail as his orgasm creeps up closer and closer until Darby's running himself over that spot and Jack's grip is hot and slick and tight around his cock…
Couric doesn't know if he manages to call out either of their names, or even form a real word when his vision whites out with pure bliss—he just knows that he's never going to be able to think about having someone inside him again without remembering this before any other encounter, good or bad.
When he gradually comes back to himself, he's in full control again. He's not sure when Darby came, but he knows he did—the weight of him, warm and heavy and very nearly unconscious is too familiar by now. Jack's…
Jack?
…
Jack, are you—did you come?!?
I…cannot even begin to explain what this is like, so we're just going to have to have Darby fuck me while you're the one in the backseat so you can experience what I just did. Holy shit, that was incredible.
"You two talkin'?"
Couric's startled to hear Darby's voice, though it's slurring hard and he doesn't otherwise move.
"Yeah." he admits. "Think Jack just had a soul orgasm or something."
Darby giggles, actually giggles, and both souls in the same body go soft at the sound of it in such unison, Couric can't tell who's affection is whose.
"How 'bout you, sweetheart?"
Couric wraps his arms around Darby and lets his eyes fall shut. His head is quiet, Jack's dozing a gentle hum of contentment in the back of his mind without any thought behind it.
"I think," Couric drawls with a yawn, "that I'm gonna really like my new room."
Darby's giggling follows him into dreams as he sinks into sleep.