Jack pulled up to the curb, checking the address Chloe had given him once again. He looked up at the house and then down at his phone, confirming that he was in the right place. It was a little unexpected, but he supposed a lot could happen in five years. Based on the look of the modern beach house in front of him, he supposed making a lot of money was one of them. There was no car in the driveway, but the house had a large garage, so he couldn’t assume nobody was home. Chloe hadn’t been able to tell him much about what they did for a living now, and neither had Kim and Chase; the only certain fact was that they’d basically disappeared after Tony had been released from jail. All this time, Jack thought it had been him and something he did. So, it was somewhat relieving to know that Tony and Michelle had apparently cut everybody out of their life. It hadn’t stopped him from thinking about them, though.
He had been in Los Angeles for a week now. Despite the changes, it still felt like home. But given that he was currently unemployed, it gave him an opportunity to rebuild his connections. Chloe was still at CTU; she was one of the few people who'd remained there after the Cordilla virus outbreak. Kim and Chase had tied the knot about a year ago and were expecting another baby, now both working in the private sector. He was looking forward to spending time with his grandchildren. But he hadn’t stopped thinking and worrying about Tony and Michelle. They’d been through a lot that day, and in the early days, the worst days, he hadn’t even been able to be there for them because he’d been in rehab. It was why he hadn’t tried to reach out when they’d cut him off; he hadn't blamed them for that.
But maybe with all this time that had passed, he could try to be there for them now.
He made his way to the door, noticing the large, sophisticated security camera there, looking down on him. After ringing the doorbell and knocking for good measure, he was met with no response. He called out their names but heard nothing. Just as he went to leave, believing they weren’t home, he noticed that one of the windows was wide open. His hand instinctively went to his gun as he moved towards it. As he peered inside, he noticed the lounge was in total disarray. Had someone broken in? The window was open enough for him to slip inside, so he did, quietly moving around the house, his gun at the ready. He was not surprised to see that the interior was just as luxurious as the exterior had made it out to be. There were a few other things he noticed, namely some fluffy handcuffs, a couple of sex toys, and some condom wrappers. He wasn’t one to judge, but he certainly hadn’t heard of robbers breaking in for… this kind of thing.
Jack then moved towards the kitchen and spotted a few photos on the wall, all of Tony and Michelle. A couple of them were recognisable, their engagement dinner, their wedding. The rest looked much more recent. One was on a beach somewhere. Another was them on top of the Eiffel Tower. In fact, most of the newer ones showed them in various countries. They seemed happy in all of them, which created a pang in his chest. Maybe they were doing okay after all. He realised he must have been very deep in thought because he didn’t notice the sound of the door opening.
“Drop your weapon.” A familiar voice said sternly. “Or I’ll shoot.”
Jack placed the gun on the counter, raising his hands.
“Good. Now, turn around. Slowly.” She instructed.
As he did so, the first thing he saw was Michelle’s eyebrows raised in surprise. She was standing next to a suitcase. Her gun had been pointed at him, but she immediately lowered it. Michelle wore a cherry-coloured power suit with a white shirt underneath and stilettos. She looked beautiful. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see what looked like a black Audi convertible parked in the driveway through the window.
“Jack? What… What are you doing here?”
She didn’t sound upset to see him, and there was concern on her face as she walked closer to him.
“I, uh…”
Before he could attempt to answer her question, she suddenly spoke again, glancing over his shoulder.
“You’re filthy.” She said scoldingly.
Jack turned his head to see Tony wearing nothing but a cop hat, sunglasses that were slightly crooked, a spiked collar, and a very tight pair of boxers that left nothing to the imagination. There was a slight stagger to his walk, and he had a coy smirk as he sauntered towards her. Jack noticed a very large scar on his stomach amongst the hickeys and bruises. It wasn’t one he recognised. Despite the tone of Michelle’s voice, she was smiling as he kissed her clumsily.
“I prefer the term nasty.” He murmured.
She grabbed his ass, pulling him closer towards her and kissing him back. He said something in her ear, and she chuckled knowingly.
“Did you have a good time?” She asked sweetly.
“Yeah. But I like it better when you’re there.” Tony replied, pulling away from her and taking off the sunglasses when he finally noticed his presence. He seemed to have the same reaction as Michelle: surprised but not displeased. Tony looked between him and Michelle. “Jack. Are you?- When did you come back to LA?”
He chuckled nervously. “About a week ago.”
Tony nodded with a smile. “It’s good to see you. Let-” He sighed. “Let me make some lunch. Then we’ll talk.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Michelle agreed.
Jack continued to stand there in silence as Tony walked away, stunned by their hospitality and lack of resentment towards him. Michelle pressed her lips together.
“It’s been a while. I know. We do owe you an explanation.” She grimaced slightly. “We owe a lot of people an explanation. But hopefully, once I explain, you’ll understand.”
Jack agreed, allowing her to lead him to a large office. Michelle asked him if he wanted anything to drink as she made herself a coffee, but he declined. She kicked off her heels and sat down in the desk chair. He took his seat across from her. Everything in the office looked expensive.
“Let me just start by saying that when we lost contact with you, it wasn’t personal. We were trying to focus on ourselves and rebuild our lives. We needed distance from everyone.” She began before lowering her voice. “Because Tony didn’t handle prison very well.” Her voice wavered a little. “Did you see the scar? On his stomach?”
He nodded.
“He was shivved. It nearly killed him. There was a riot, but it didn’t go to plan, and they accused him of ratting them out because he was a Fed, even though he had nothing to do with it. They put him in solitary confinement afterwards, but it didn’t stop him from being scared, and the isolation really got to him.” She sniffled. “He stopped letting me come visit him because he was scared they might try to hurt me. Then, once he was pardoned and he came home, he was a mess.” She shook her head, closing her eyes. “He felt so far away from me. I knew he was suffering and that he wasn’t dealing with it. I tried to get him to talk about it, but he refused. But when I came home one day…” She sighed. “I found him passed out on the floor with God knows how many bottles beside him. He wasn’t breathing. I had to do CPR on him for thirty minutes.” She wiped under her eye. “They had to pump his stomach. And only then did I realise just how much he needed me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault. But when that happened, it was the final straw for me. It terrified me and made me realise how close we came to losing each other. Especially when it occurred to me that despite serving our country for a decade, we weren’t shown the same gratitude in return when he was arrested. Yes, you got Palmer to shorten his sentence, and for that, I’m forever grateful. But those seven months destroyed him. So I put in my two weeks, and we agreed we needed a fresh start. One of the first things we did was develop some home surveillance software, mainly because we were worried about anyone who might try to hurt Tony. We knew a few people who’d left the CIA and started consulting privately, so we patented the software, anonymously, of course, and looked into it. Now...” She gestured around her. “We’ve made a name for ourselves, and we couldn’t be happier.”
There was a beat of silence as he took that in, looking up to meet her eyes. He understood now that while he had simply been trying to find a place for himself in DC, the two of them had suffered a lot and had had to do a lot of healing. But by the sound of it, they’d gotten through it, and he was glad. He remembered how much he’d isolated himself after Teri had died, so he couldn’t blame them for doing so in their darkest days. Of course, he still had some questions. For one, the things he’d found in their living room and Tony’s choice of attire still didn't add up. But the fact that they were okay, better than okay, really, meant the world to him.
She smiled sheepishly. “I hope you’re not too mad.”
Jack shook his head. “I’m not. I’m… I’m happy that you’re both alright and doing well.”
The door opened, and Tony stuck his head in, now wearing a t-shirt and jeans. “The food’s ready.” He glanced down at him and then back at Michelle, who nodded reassuringly.
He just hoped now that he could rebuild his relationships with them, too. Because they were some of the only friends he had left.
The three of them sat and ate lunch, allowing Jack to explain what he’d been up to in the last five years. After rehab and being fired from CTU, he’d gotten a job working for the Secretary of Defence in DC. It had also brought one of the best relationships he’d ever had, one that had proved his belief that he would never find love again wrong. But, like every good thing that came into his life, it had ended rather quickly when, eighteen months later, her ex-husband had fallen ill, and she’d moved to Massachusetts to take care of him. Things didn’t last long after that. And then he’d realised that his job had never really brought him fulfilment; Audrey had. So, he’d decided that it had been long enough for him to try to come home to Los Angeles again. He’d told Secretary Heller he was going home to be closer to his daughter, and he’d been sad to see him go. But his stint there had only confirmed that after everything he’d been through, he could never be the kind of person who worked behind a desk. And certainly not alone.
Jack was very aware of the concerned, caring look they were both giving him, and he felt bad for making them worry about him. They were both so happy and here he was, bringing them down. Thankfully, after a slightly awkward beat of silence, Michelle’s phone rang, and she promptly excused herself. She answered in another language. Japanese, if he wasn’t mistaken. If they were reaching international markets, they probably made enough money to own a dozen houses like this. Despite their lavish lifestyle, they were still the down-to-earth friends he remembered. They hadn’t changed, but they seemed healthier and happier than before, in both the mental and the physical sense. Tony was wearing a t-shirt now, but Jack had seen how toned he was earlier. And when Michelle had taken her blazer off to eat, he’d noticed a similar strength to her physique. He supposed that with regular business hours, they had plenty of time to work on themselves.
“Sorry that you had to see me like that before.” Tony laughed through his nose. “Probably not what you were expecting.”
He shook his head dismissively. “I’m the one who broke into your house. I didn’t exactly warn you.” He brushed it off smoothly, trying to stop his brain from thinking about how he’d felt seeing Tony like that. Certainly not the way a man should think about his happily married friend. “I’m sorry about what you went through. I wish I’d had the chance to be there for you.”
Tony shrugged. “It’s alright, Jack. It wasn’t your fault. I’m doing much better now.”
His lips upturned. “That’s great. I’m happy for you both.”
“I’m sorry DC didn’t work out for you.”
Jack sighed. “Yeah. Me too.”
“What’s your plan now?”
“Other than becoming a grandfather in six months… not much. I haven’t found a place yet, either. I’ve been staying with Kim and Chase.”
He nodded. “You’re more than welcome to crash here. And, if you want… I think Michelle and I might have some work for you.”
He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing crazy.” Tony was quick to say. “I get that travelling might not be what you want or need right now. But how would you feel about working security for one of our parties?”
“You mean… like the party you had last night?”
“Yeah. It’s not a huge deal, but it would be checking people don’t arrive too drunk and that they haven’t brought any alcohol with them. We keep a sober house.” He clarified. “It would also include checking for cameras or devices that could get into our files. We’d pay you generously, of course. We’re not expecting you to work for free just because you’re a friend. When we have these parties, we like peace of mind knowing that we can trust the people we’re with.”
He never imagined he’d be working as a bouncer, but doing so for a private party rather than a nightclub sounded much more appealing. And, well, he had to start somewhere, right? As Jack thought more, he remembered something from when he’d entered their house.
“Do you usually have those kinds of parties without Michelle?” He asked, trying very hard to make it clear he wasn’t judging, just curious, which was true. “I thought she just came back from New York?”
“Usually, we do. But we have an open marriage.” Tony explained. “So, sometimes, if she’s away and I’m home, I like having some company. And occasionally, sleeping with a client sweetens the deal. So it’s even.”
Jack’s eyebrows raised. “And that works? You don’t- it doesn’t change anything between you?”
He shook his head. “It’s just sex, Jack. Michelle is the only person I love. And I’m the only one she loves. Unless someone came along who we both really cared about, then what we do with other people is for pleasure and nothing more.”
That seemed to make sense. It wasn’t like he hadn’t slept with anyone for a reason other than loving them. There’d been plenty of undercover missions that had required him to do so. He just supposed it was a little different to think of sex for the sake of sex. No ulterior motive. No underlying feelings. But if it worked for them…
“I wasn’t trying to pry, by the way. I was just...”
To his relief, he didn’t seem fazed. “It’s reasonable to have questions. You’re more than welcome to ask us about it. It’s no secret. That’s…” He laughed a little. “That’s kind of the point.”
“So let me get this straight… you just work when you feel like it and spend the rest of the time sleeping around and travelling? Without a care in the world?” He asked with longing, the words sounding like some distant fantasy, not something plausible.
“Pretty much.” He smirked. “I do help with the business. Especially when it comes to negotiating, depending on the client. But, sometimes, I like to do things around here to take care of Michelle. She loves her work and still gets to protect people, albeit in a different way, which is why I’ve never worried that she regrets leaving CTU to take care of me. There’s something so nice about eating dinner together at a reasonable hour. Why would we want to go back? We served our time. If you’ll pardon the joke.”
“I can imagine.” He mused, wondering what it would be like to have that. A happy, healthy marriage with no need for secrecy or empty promises. A job that fulfilled him without destroying his soul. Living in abundance without slaving every day. Up until today, these thoughts had been unattainable for him. But maybe this could be the start of his turnaround as well.
“So, will you take it?” Tony asked hopefully, meeting his eyes. “We’d love to have you there.”
There was something dark and exciting about the prospect. While he’d been a little affronted by the aftermath of the previous party, a part of him had been much more intrigued, wanting to know just what kinds of things Tony had gotten up to last night. Taking this job would allow him to satisfy that curiosity, and it certainly excited him. Especially -- although he would never consciously admit this to himself -- because it brought the prospect of seeing Tony in that outfit again. Michelle, too, if he was being honest. And really, did he have anything to lose?
“What the hell. Sure.”
As if on cue, Michelle came back in, beaming and unable to hide her excitement.
“We’ve found our new security guard,” Tony said, turning to her.
Michelle looked between them with a smile. “Good. Because we closed the deal with the Tokyo firm, which means it’s time to celebrate.”
When Jack knocked on the door, he was a little surprised by how nervous he was. It felt somewhat ridiculous; he was a former federal agent, and it was the thought of his friends’ sex party that was worrying him. They’d told him to dress nicely but not like an attendee (as if he had anything like that in his wardrobe). He’d settled on a black shirt and dress pants, although these were tighter than any he’d ever wear to work. He couldn’t deny that he was dressing to impress.
Tony opened the door, wearing leather pants and a gold chain. His hair was slightly mussed, lipstick stained his jaw, and a fresh hickey was on his neck. It seemed he and Michelle had gotten started already. Tony invited him in and went over the exits and things to check for. The job tonight was simple enough, and he was glad, given his mind kept distracting him with thoughts he did not need to be having. Michelle then walked out in a silk robe, which she promptly shrugged off to reveal black lacy lingerie with a leather harness. Jack reminded himself to focus again.
“We appreciate you doing this, Jack.” She said with a smile, adjusting herself from where he presumed Tony had displaced her outfit.
"No worries." He replied, pointedly keeping his gaze level.
People started to show up, many of whom looked him up and down with the same kind of intrigue they offered Tony and Michelle. He kept his poker face up, and thankfully, the dozen or so guests seemingly knew the rules, so his job was pretty much over after everyone arrived. Which just left him with one thing: to watch. Jack knew that meant keeping an eye on things in case something had gotten past his door check. He’d done a thorough job, and the patrons hadn’t seemed to mind. One particular man, David, he believed he said his name was, had actually egged him on to search him again, ‘just in case’ (he had obliged, somewhat reluctantly). David seemed to be the favourite of the guests, judging by how warmly Tony and Michelle had greeted him. He’d even brought a rather expensive gift to celebrate their business deal, jewellery, based on his inspection. Jack was grateful for his ability to look stern and disinterested regardless of what he was thinking.
Because he really wasn’t thinking about his job right now.
At first, there was a lot of chatting, some drinks, non-alcoholic. But then people started to get comfortable. Guests who’d come as couples slowly started to swap partners. Once some people started making out, all bets were off the table. Jack didn’t want to look like he was intruding on anyone — although he was sure some people would be into that. What amazed him was that although they were sitting on opposite sides of the room, Tony and Michelle kept looking at each other. No matter how insistently David forced Tony to his knees or how much the woman by the name of Nadia grabbed at Michelle’s ass as they kissed, that connection between them didn’t falter. Jack’s eyes flickered back and forth between them. He wasn’t sure what interested him more or who he was more envious of. What really put that to the test was when Michelle suddenly pulled away from Nadia, much to her protest. She paused to whisper something in her ear, and then all of a sudden, Nadia didn’t seem to mind anymore. Michelle walked over to Tony, meeting David’s eye, who hummed in approval and helped Michelle to pull Tony to his feet, roughly dragging him to the centre of the room. Tony seemed slightly dazed and giddy, the way he had when he’d shown up the other day. It was only now that Jack realised that in a sober house, he could only be high on sheer lust.
“I think I need to remind you of your place here,” Michelle said, and the authority in her voice made Jack shiver. It wasn’t that he didn't think she was capable of asserting dominance like this; she’d been a very good leader at CTU. But he’d never expected her to show that control over Tony like this, especially not in front of all these people. However, that precisely seemed to be the thing getting him off, and Jack could see that very clearly. Jack was grateful to be partially obscured by the kitchen bench. But he wasn’t about to move away from the action. Tony looked over at him for a second, meeting his eyes, and it was enough to make his breath catch in his throat. “So… tell me. Who do you belong to, Tony?”
“You.” He said breathlessly, just inches from her lips. “Always.”
“Show me.” She murmured, and Tony sank to his knees without skipping a beat.
Tony kissed the inside of her thighs first while Michelle held his head in place. She pulled him closer to her sex and helped him to undo the clasp of her bodysuit. He paused, giving her a heavy-lidded look, the same look he had given him before. Jack had to wonder what that meant. The relationship between him and Tony had always been hard to describe. They hadn't gotten along very well in the early days of CTU, and the internal affairs investigation hadn’t helped. Then, somewhere between him and Nina breaking up and Tony and Nina getting together, they became closer. Nothing had come of it, but he’d learnt to trust him. He’d been a little jealous of him and Nina, something he’d insisted to himself was because of his past relationship with her. However, these past few days of seeing Tony again had really made him reevaluate that and many related thoughts. Jack could no longer justify all the longing stares from his desk or the extra urge for control when he was out in the field. The glimpses in the CTU changing room. The fact that he’d trusted him with his life on the Salazar Op, and maybe, just maybe, the fact that he'd wanted it secret from Michelle. The jealousy had been stupid; it was long gone. But Jack knew that the attraction to Tony was still there.
As were his feelings towards Michelle. He’d been sceptical of her at first, which, again, he knew had been not just to protect CTU but to protect Tony. However, he’d soon realised she was as dedicated to serving her country as he was and one of the most authentic people he’d ever met. Really, he’d liked her the moment she’d evaded Tony’s authority to help him with the Cyprus recording. And, well, she was beautiful. Tony was lucky to have her. Years of not working at CTU had treated both of them very well. He admired their strength to not let that difficult time after Tony’s prison sentence destroy their relationship, and he could see now that the two of them were confident and happier than they’d ever been. Every thought he’d ever had about either of them continued to run through his mind, but then, as Michelle moaned, his mind became quiet.
It was clear she was still in charge here; she wasn’t losing her composure, but she was very much reacting to Tony. Her hands laced through his hair and tugged tightly. When he pulled back for air, and their eyes met again, Tony appeared even more far gone, in complete ecstasy from what he was doing. Jack could detect the softness in Michelle’s expression, too. It made him believe Tony’s words completely because what was going on here was more than just sex; it was worship. His hands moved up to the backs of her thighs, nails digging in tightly as he moved his head. He seemed to know just the right pace and intensity to make this last forever. She wasn’t going to come until she told him she wanted to. Michelle briefly glanced at him with a wink, both surprised and intrigued by what he was sure was a rather dumbfounded expression on his face. When she looked at him like that, it made him feel like he would do anything she asked of him. Jack continued to watch with his full attention and accepted he didn’t know whose position he wanted to be in more: Michelle’s or Tony’s. Either thought forced him to grip the underside of the countertop fiercely.
Michelle then started to encourage Tony quietly, praising him for his efforts. Tony didn’t move back, staying between her thighs until she came with a full-body shudder, panting his name. She dragged him to his feet and crushed her lips to his. The kiss was sloppy as she used her tongue to taste herself secondhand, her legs trembling. She whispered something in his ear, then they glanced at him, and they parted ways. Tony went and got some water before walking over to position himself near another couple, who seemed eager to start having their fun with him. Jack felt his heart stop when Michelle looked at him and started walking over. He furrowed his brow when she didn’t stop in front of him, instead moving to stand behind him, her hands tentatively on his waist.
“You liked that, Jack?” She murmured.
He felt like he couldn’t move.
“Because if you did…” Her fingers delicately moved to his hips. “Tony and I are happy to give you a better view. The people here will be gone in a couple of hours. Once they leave, come to the bedroom. Normally, when we have these parties, we only allow people to stay here, but you’re special, Jack.” She sighed, her voice breathy. “We’ve waited a long time for this. Do you know how many times Tony and I have thought of you being here watching us?”
Jack daringly turned to face her. “What if it was more than just watching?” He asked, unable to believe he had actually let the words be spoken.
Her expression darkened, and Jack couldn’t deny that the little smile she had made his heart leap in his chest. “Then we’d be more than happy to have you.” She said lowly before walking away, not without pausing to look him up and down and lick her lips.
The following two hours felt like Hell.
Knowing he was into them and waiting only seemed to bring out their exhibitionism. Their moans were louder. Even though he still wasn’t moving from where he was, watching for ‘security purposes’ as they’d told him to, they both made sure he could see whatever they were doing. He had butterflies in his stomach, and he left a few times to get some air because he felt unbelievably hot. Eventually, as Michelle had said, people started to leave. They were seemingly respectful of the unspoken curfew for the event. He helped them tidy a few things, and they soon disappeared to the bedroom, telling him to wait a couple of minutes before coming in. Jack steeled his nerves. Was he really about to do this? He had to remind himself that this wasn’t some fantasy and that they truly wanted him like this. He tried his best to disregard the thoughts of what this might mean later, how their relationship might change. They weren’t drunk or high, so there couldn’t be any regret here. He was sure of that. It wasn’t like they didn’t do this often; he’d just watched them satisfy and be satisfied by other people for hours.
“You’re special, Jack.”
He was sure he’d never forget the way she’d said that to him so yearningly, her voice dripping with lust. And reminding himself of that was the final boost to give him the courage to head upstairs. He hadn’t been to this part of the house yet, but it was dark, so all he could do was proceed to the room with the red glow from under the door. It wasn’t closed, just ajar. Jack opened it to find Michelle lying on the bed, with Tony kneeling so his head was between her thighs again. Neither of them were dressed anymore. Michelle seemed much more relaxed now; she wasn’t trying to assert dominance over him, just enjoying it. He had entered quietly, but the door still creaked enough for her to sit up on her elbows and beckon him over. Tony paused to look up, too, and when Jack walked closer, he could see his movements were much more languid now. As Jack watched from this angle, he could see some more details he hadn’t before. He was caressing Michelle’s skin lovingly while her hand just rested on his head, not yanking his hair insistently. The eye contact was more powerful now. When she came, it was less intense and more stretched out, like they had all the time in the world. Their kiss was softer this time, too.
Michelle then kneeled on the bed and moved to where he stood. Tony stood and came behind him. Jack turned his head to look between them.
“You still want this, Jack?” Tony asked.
“You’re more than welcome to just stay and watch.” Michelle teased, but there was no pressure in her tone either.
“I want this.” He confirmed.
Tony’s hands came to his hips, and Michelle placed hers on his shoulders. “Then let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Jack let them do so, leaning in to kiss Michelle as she worked at the buttons of his shirt. Tony’s lips came to his neck and shoulders, the long-standing relationship between them clear as he knew exactly where his scars were, kissing them with precision. Michelle then brought his hands to her breasts, and Jack made circles with his thumbs. She hummed in approval, and he sighed against her. Tony tentatively slid his palm to his pelvis, and Jack leaned back to look at him, meeting his eyes. He placed one hand on the back of his head and pulled them together so they could kiss. It was slow and unsure at first, Tony allowing him to figure out what he wanted before he surrendered to the feeling, finding excitement in the slight unfamiliarity. At the same time, this wasn’t unfamiliar; this was Tony. The only unfamiliar factor here was the liberation of being open with their feelings. When Tony and Michelle both started to touch him, he tipped his head back with a sigh.
They encouraged him to lie down, and Tony took the place he had before while Michelle moved beside him, her hand running down his chest and stroking him some more. Jack met Tony’s seductive gaze and felt his breath catch in his throat as Tony’s tongue moved down his length, circling at the tip. There was a smirk on his face as he teased him, pausing his agonisingly slow movements to kiss the insides of his thighs and his happy trail. Jack let out an unrestrained, impatient whimper, then felt Michelle tilt his head so she could start kissing him again.
“You want him so badly, don’t you?” She purred. “How long have you waited for this, Jack?”
“Too long.” Jack breathed.
Tony then slowly started to take him in deeper, gripping his hips. His hand ended up threaded in Tony’s hair while the other kept Michelle pressed against him. She shifted so he could nuzzle her breasts, conveying in every way just how much it turned her on to watch Tony go down on him. While looking at Tony intermittently, Jack moved his hand between Michelle’s legs. He stroked his fingers slowly, and Michelle whined. She was still very wet. Tony built his movements into a rhythm, and he and Michelle both watched Tony work with everything he had, praising until he came. Tony swallowed every last drop, and Jack was quick to drag him towards him so they could kiss messily. When they finally pulled away, he noticed he was rock hard. Of course, he’d been going all night, but Jack could see how flushed he was, too, his lips wet and puffy from kissing, his pupils dilated.
The two of them had made him feel like a free man tonight. So, it was only fitting that he repaid the favour.
He turned to give his full attention to Michelle, teasing her folds, and Tony was quick to crawl onto the bed, kissing her and caressing her breasts. She was almost euphoric with pleasure. Jack slid two fingers inside of her, moving his palm to brush against her clit as he slowly started to pump, pushing deeper inside of her every time. Tony was suckling at one of her breasts whilst flicking the nipple of the other one.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Tony murmured huskily to Michelle, using the same tone she had used to command him to his knees earlier in the night. For a moment, Jack thought about both of them talking to him like that, ordering him around, and it made his cheeks redden.
It didn’t take long for Michelle to come, her whole body relaxing into the bed. He adored the way she was smiling while Tony kissed her. But Jack certainly also enjoyed the feeling of catching them both off guard as he sucked his fingertips intentionally slowly.
Michelle glanced at Tony’s crotch and then back at Jack. “Should we finish him off?” She asked, slowly wrapping her hand around the base of Tony’s cock. “I think he deserves it, don’t you?”
Filled with newfound confidence and so lost in what felt too real to be a fever dream, Jack met Tony’s eyes. “How much do you want it, Tony?” The depth of his own voice was almost unrecognisable to him, but it seemed to affect Tony.
Michelle applied more pressure, eliciting a moan from him. “I want you to beg for it.” She said throatily.
“Please.” He puffed after some hesitation. “I need it.”
Jack hummed in approval, and as Tony sat on the edge of the bed, Michelle kissed his way down his body while Jack knelt before him. Seeing how far gone he was, just how much he needed this, made a warm sensation flood over him. It had been so long since he’d felt desired like this. Jack stroked him a few times, the way he would stroke himself. Then, he gradually started to suck at his tip, adjusting to the feeling, trying to think about what he enjoyed on the receiving end. Tony was so close, so it wasn’t going to take long. But he wanted to enjoy this. Michelle quickly joined him, using her hand to cover where he hadn’t taken him with his mouth. Eventually, Jack became more sure of his movements and took more of Tony. What amazed him was that it wasn’t just the contact getting him off; it was the fact that he and Michelle were both looking at him. They alternated dirty talk and sucking him off until he came into his mouth. Michelle was quick to grab his face so she could taste him, too.
“Mmm, that was fun.” She said, smiling against him. “You did enjoy that, didn’t you?”
“God, yeah,” Jack affirmed, looking at her, then Tony, who seemed happily stupefied.
Eventually, he found it in himself to stand, knowing he would sleep very well tonight.
“Who wants the first shower?” Tony asked. “There’s another one in the guest room if you don’t mind sharing the pressure, Jack?”
“That’s fine by me, thanks.” He said appreciatively.
He got into the guest bed after they washed up, finding comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only person in the house. It was quite late, but he unfortunately still wasn’t used to the fact that he didn’t have to get up at five for work anymore. So, in the early hours of the morning, he decided to quietly try to get dressed, figuring that they would want their space. It had been a nice night, but he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. This had just been an extension of the party, a welcome-home present for him. They had their own lives, so it was time he found something for himself, too.
“Jack?” Michelle asked quietly, making him turn as he made it to the door. He didn’t think he’d been that loud, but then again, they did have a very good security system. “Where are you going?”
“I had a good time, don’t worry.” He said assuringly. “But I’m sure you and Tony want your peace this morning.”
She furrowed her brow. “You think we’re kicking you out?”
Jack lifted a shoulder. “I thought this was a one-off deal.” He admitted.
Michelle shook her head. “For anyone else, yes. Not when it’s you.” She said, and those words hit him more than he thought they would. There was so much care and fondness there, and he was reminded of what Tony had said to him before.
“Unless someone came along who we both really cared about, then what we do with other people is for pleasure and nothing more.”
What happened last night had had too much connection to be just for ‘pleasure and nothing more’. Michelle seemed almost hurt by the thought that he was leaving now. It meant that despite the paths they’d gone down over the last five years, their feelings and trust for each other hadn’t changed. It had been so long since he’d last seen them, but it felt like they were picking up where they left off before that awful day. It made him realise how self-sabotaging he was to think that he couldn’t have this, that he didn’t deserve it. But he did. He’d loved and felt loved last night, and he’d be damned if he let himself lose something like that again.
“If you’d like to have us, we’re more than happy to have you. Not just for… this kind of thing, but the business could use someone with your expertise.” Michelle clarified. “You said it yourself, Jack. You’re trying to find your new start. So, why don’t we help you?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Jack agreed.
“Good.” She grinned. “Now get back into bed. It’s Saturday. None of us have to be anywhere.”
He obliged, letting her lead him to their bedroom and into their comfortable king-sized bed. Tony still hadn’t stirred.
“Before you try to go back to sleep, there’s just one thing we need to talk about.” She whispered, her hand resting on his bicep.
Jack furrowed his brow, and she smiled slyly.
“What are we doing for Round Two once he wakes up?”