Archive of Our Own ^beta

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It starts as all things seem to these days, with Tanner teasing Fir. CJ thinks it started there, anyway. He’s not exactly sure how he got dragged between it, but honestly, hes not fuckin’ complaining. He’s gotten laid more in the last four months than the previous two years beforehand, so like. He’s the winner here, whatever game Fir and Tanner are playing.

Of course, his flying time and flight costs have also quadrupled, but sometimes that's the cost of it, what can ya do.

It started, maybe started-started, when CJ visited Fir. They’d spent a few days doing as they do, playing games, a few co-streams and dinners, and then Fir grumping about how Tanner keeps teasing him that hes not getting any younger, he needs to settle down with a nice, rich old Furry before he gets past his prime.

(The both like each other so much, and they both seem SO oblivious to it, but CJ just sips his tequila sunrise and lets it play out. They’ll figure it out. Probably, maybe so.)

“Just show him up, he’ll get annoyed and make a move.” He hummed, as he drank through his teeny straw, and then Fir gets this look.

And CJ’s heart drops or flips or some sort of parkour. He knows that look. It's the same look Fir gets when they’re doing a Soul-link and he's about to pull some boneheaded move with maybe a point five percent chance of winning, but hey it will look good on stream.

(What does it say that CJ always goes along with it?)

“What if we made him jealous?” Fir says, eyes narrowed and CJ snorts, finishing his drink. “We? You got a mouse in your pocket, bucko?” He said, stirring the straw around his ice and fishing out a cherry.

“Yeah, we.” Fir says, ignoring him completely which is, ya know, rude. “We could ‘accidentally call’ and be making out or something. He’ll be so annoyed.” He said, stealing CJs cherry and making the other huff as he sits his now empty glass to the side.

“No way this blows up in our face or anything.” CJ mumbles to himself as Fir hops up, but he’s still not saying no so honestly, whose the one getting played here, it doesn't feel like Smant.

Fir is bopping around, setting up his webcam to face the majority of his bedroom, and tapping some buttons to make it so it webcalls Smant a few minutes later (after double checking he's not on stream or guesting with anyone).

And then they walk back out the bedroom door.

Tanner is grumbling that Fir didn’t text him back (but he knows CJ is visiting, so he can’t fault him too much). He’s actually trying to find something to play, when he gets a video call from Fir.

He blinked a little, confused, but then thinks maybe he and CJ want to play something, or CJ got too hammered and took a nap. Wouldn’t be the first time, for either.

He answers the call, and says Hi, but then realizes neither of them are on screen. He blinks, wondering if something is wrong and then he chokes as Firs bedroom door opens, and the pair stumbles through.

Fir is being backed up into the room, kissing CJ. They both have the pink cheeks Tanner comes to know as we had drinks before this and CJ has both hands up the back of Fir’s shirt. Fir is kissing the other slow and open mouthed, with the kind of skill that says he's done this more than CJ but CJ is no slouch. He's giving back as just as he’s getting, biting a little at Fir’s lower lip and dragging little noises out of him.

And fuck but they’re both making such pretty sounds. CJs mouth moves down to Firs throat as as they back up against the wall, and while Tanner can’t actually see everything at this angle, he can sure fuckin see enough. He can see their mouths connect again, hungrily as theres a rustling and a flurry of movement. He gets it just a second before it actually happens, watches CJ’s hand impatiently shove at Firs pretty patterned boxers before tugging his own down. And then Tanner takes a shuddery breath before CJ spits and then gets his hand around both of their cocks at the same time.

Fuck. Fuck. 

CJs mouth is back on Firs neck as he throws his head back, practically panting as CJ pumps over both of them, not necessarily the most skilled but definitely enthusiastic. Tanner tries to hold out, but drops his own hand down his pants as Fir starts begging, wants CJ to let him come, please. He wraps around his cock as CJ teases him, says he can’t come yet, they just started. He lets his own head fall back as Fir tries more and more to make CJ take them over that peak, and then Fir finds the magic words.

“Please, CJ. I’ve been so good.”

Fir says the word good, CJ groans, and Tanner comes over his hand. He turns to liquid, he thinks, before he watches them both come as CJ mumbles something into Fir’s neck, messing up their shirts. Watches them, silently for a minute as they just share space, CJs hand letting go of them, and fuck if Tanner doesn't spent a good ten seconds just looking at how nicely their cocks fit together.

Fuck.

Tanners hand moves from his pants, wiping it off and moving the mouse. Firs eyes connect with his, just as he clicks the end video button.

“That was a rousing success!” Fir said cheerfully, and CJ groaned from where he’s laid across Firs bed. He’s in clean boxers and nothing else, hoping to sleep, but if anything, Fir seems energized .

“Fir, I just came so hard I forgot the english language, can we wax poetic about Tanner in the morning?” He grumped, and then Fir laughed, covering CJ up and patting him a little, maybe a touch mocking. “Poor baby, you sleep.”

“Both of you, gonna be the death of me.” CJ says, knowing he’s supposed to visit Tanner next, and knowing somehow he's gonna get dragged into this again.

He doesn't think he minds too much.

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“We should fuck.”

CJ gives Tanner a sleepy look, over the top of his bacon. “What, right now?” Tanner shoots him a look but hey, with these two, who knows. It could be very possible. 

“No, not right now. I wanna get Fir back for his thing, and I think the best way to do it, would be to fuck you where he can see.” Tanner said, tapping his fingers on his notebook, scribbles of plans all over the page, and CJ eats a piece of bacon, thinking it over.

“Yeah, that would certainly be...something.” He said, trying to show just how much that idea affects him. Fir is kind of subby, even if he gets demanding during sex. They’ve mostly made out in the past, jacked off together, they’ve never fully fucked .

But Tanner is....a lot. For all his goofiness and funny persona, sometimes he says things in a tone that makes CJ shiver. Hes heard some of the voicemails and messages and snaps hes sent Fir, and fuck if that commanding voice doesn't do it for him just as much.

And CJ swallows, dryly, as he imagines all that focus being put on him . Even if he's being used as a conduit for whatever game Tanner and Fir are playing.

“Can I go bare?” Tanner asked, pen over his notebook like this is a college class and not sex with his friend.

And CJ pushes away his bacon to lay his head on the table, even as he gives a thumbs up.

The plan seems so complicated when Tanner lays it out. He has a graph for fucks sake. Finally CJ just pushes it back, stopping Tanner mid explanation. 

“Don’t tell me. Just do it. You know my limits, and I’ll say stop if I need to.” He said, elbows on the table as he looked at Tanner. The other is grinning, and CJ is both nervous and excited. 

Unlike Fir, they’re not calling in the beginning. No no, they’re going to be calling partway through. CJ might actually die.

He can’t wait.

It starts easy. They’re in Tanners bedroom, because CJ had suggested the streaming room, and Tanner had looked at him from the corner of his eye. “No no, you’re going to need the bed when I’m done with you.”

CJ had whimpered. Lord what is he getting into.

Tanner doesn’t make him wait long though. He takes off his glasses, turns, and has a look to his face that he’s only seen before in small snippets, usually when he's talking to Fir over snap. He slid his hand over the back of CJ’s hair, before he grips, tilting his head back and kissing him.

Unlike with Fir, where they had more or less playing, this isn’t that. Tanner has control from the moment their mouths are together, and while CJ had thought he’d want to struggle a little, make Tanner fight for it, he finds that he just kind of - melts. It's nice to just let the other have the control, put CJ where he wants him.

Nice to just - be taken care of. Oh boy, discovering things about himself, how fun.

Tanner goes about it methodically, but not coldly. He kisses him, rattles CJs brain and gets him undressed. He touches and strokes everywhere, runs his hands down CJ’s scars and over his chest. Cataloguing everything, CJ thinks vaguely, before his hands clamp onto Tanners shoulders as the other licks his hand and wraps it around CJ’s cock without warning.

“There you go, look at you, how good you’re being.” Tanner rumbled, pumping him without remorse. There's no let up, no speed up or slow down, just a ruthless, steady pace. CJ had thought he could hold out, make Tanner work for this, but just like before, he melts pretty quickly, begging to come. They’d discussed this too, as a possibility, and he knows what's coming next.

“If you come, I’m still going to fuck you. You’ll be so sensitive.” Tanner told him, thumb dragging over the head of his cock and CJ nods, fast. “Yes, yes, please-” “Then do it, whenever you’re ready.” He said, but it's not until a single slick finger pushes into him and finds just the right spot that CJ comes all over Tanners hand. 

Tanner goes to wipe it off, and then catches CJ’s face. He smirks, just a little, and then holds it up. “You want a taste?” CJ has to admit he’s kind of curious, so he does just that, licks a little off of the finger closest to him and makes a face. Tanner laughs, not unkindly. “Yeah, it's not for everyone.” he said, wiping it off on his shirt, next to the bed.

After that, CJ finds himself rearranged, hands and knees on the bed, with his ass right at the edge. He's got his arms around a pillow, head resting as Tanner sets up his video call. He’s pulling the same trick Fir did, a scheduled call, and then CJ decides he doesn't care anymore because he's got several long fingers inside of him, and he feels like he’s losing his mind.

He never notices the light on the camera blinks red.

Fir has been expecting retaliation. And to be fair, he's had some. Tanner grilling him about the call, teasing him. But he hasn’t had anything full blown and so he’s not expecting it.

He blinks at the call, double checks he’s not live anymore since it's from the private discord chat, and then answers it.

And promptly loses the air in his lungs.

The scene is...masterfully laid out. CJ is displayed on bed, at just the right angle, and he answers just in time to see Tanner pull his fingers free, line up, and push into CJ slick and bare.

CJ arches and cries out, clutching to the bed, and Tanner looks determined. He's got one foot planted on the edge of the bed, hands clutching CJ’s hips and he looks in total control, even with sweat dripping down his temple. He starts fucking CJ into the bed, and thats all Fir can think of it as. 

Tanner is moving with determination, hard, fast strokes, and CJ looks like he probably couldn’t spell his own name, let alone anything else, and he’s just moaning nonsense interspersed with Tanners name. Tanner does grin at that, and then Fir himself whimpers as Tanner leans over CJ, one hand coming down to grip at his hair and tug his head back.

His hips never stop moving, and Fir might be losing his mind. And then the mic catches what Tanner says, and Fir has to clamp a hand over his own mouth to keep from moaning.

“You already came once for me, pretty boy, you think you can do it again?”

CJ must acquiesce because Tanner starts pounding him into the bed, and CJ wails. One of CJ’s hands goes to his cock, stroking helplessly and then he comes across the blanket. It's only then that Tanner changes his tempo. He moves to shorter, faster strokes before he grinds in, snarling CJ’s name.

He doesn't move for a minute, panting, before he slowly pulls back, and uses his thumbs to hold CJ open. He smacks CJ’s ass cheek, making the other whine before he clenches up and Tanner grins, watching a drop of cum slip free. 

He looks right up at the camera, and sees Fir, who freezes with his hand on his own cock, and grins. “Good boy.”

Fir ends the call with a wack to his hot keys and Tanner laughs, even as he helps CJ carefully up onto the bed, and makes sure he drinks some water. “You too.” He said softly, kissing CJ’s temple who smiled, snuggling into his blanket. 

CJ is really coming up aces in all of this. He might have to keep encouraging it. 

Back in the states, Fir sits, hands messy as he pants, and then narrows his eyes a little, sending Tanner a single text, before he can think to second guess himself.

Game on.