Fic: The Will To Try
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anysinFor an anon requester from Tumblr, a Jon/Peter + Martin with "sex as performance" theme! NSFW, Martin watches Jon/Peter fuck.
The Will To Try
"You may proceed," Martin says, smiling. He's sitting in the armchair next to the bed, wondering what to do with his hands before resting them on his knees, gripping them as he watches the scene before him unfold.
On the bed, Jon lies naked, his hair spread across the pillow and his body relaxed, smiling over at Martin as he lets his legs fall open. Peter stands by the end of the bed, hesitating before he climbs on, approaching Jon warily as he lowers himself down to his elbows, crawling between Jon's parted thighs. Martin stares at Jon's chest and stomach, at the way they move along with Jon's breathing. He glances at Peter, whose hands are on Jon's thighs now, still hesitating.
"What's the matter?" Martin asks. "Are you nervous? I'm sure Jon is too. I know I am."
"I'm not, actually." Jon sounds a little smug, which makes Peter roll his eyes and Martin lift his hand up to his mouth in order to laugh behind it. But Jon props himself up to his elbows, looking over to Peter. "Anyway, I won't claim to have much experience about this, so you don't have to worry about your performance. Good will is what Martin and I are after."
Peter snorts. "Good will is hardly something I'm familiar with either," he says, but he actually looks more relaxed now, settling down onto his stomach on the bed as he grasps Jon by the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer on the mattress.
"Well, genuine effort, then." Jon sets his legs over Peter's shoulders, arching his back as Peter pushes his face into his groin. "Let's not set the bar too high by asking for go- oh-!"
Jon's back arches even further, his eyes sliding shut. His thighs close around Peter's head, shaking a little bit, and Martin finds himself licking his lips, pressing his own thighs together.
"Either way, it's not the activity I'm unfamiliar with," Peter says as he withdraws a bit, lifting his face up from Jon's groin so he can look at Jon. His mouth shines wet now; Martin bites his lip, clenching his thighs together. "I don't think I need to say what is the problem part for me."
"You don't." Jon's voice is breathy now, but there is gentle kind of softness about it too. He reaches out, stroking a strand of hair out of Peter's face. "That's why I'm saying: good will is what we are after here."
Peter doesn't seem to have much to say to that, returning between Jon's thighs. He presses forward, making Jon moan out loud, and at least Martin is convinced by the good will he's seeing.
The Will To Try
"You may proceed," Martin says, smiling. He's sitting in the armchair next to the bed, wondering what to do with his hands before resting them on his knees, gripping them as he watches the scene before him unfold.
On the bed, Jon lies naked, his hair spread across the pillow and his body relaxed, smiling over at Martin as he lets his legs fall open. Peter stands by the end of the bed, hesitating before he climbs on, approaching Jon warily as he lowers himself down to his elbows, crawling between Jon's parted thighs. Martin stares at Jon's chest and stomach, at the way they move along with Jon's breathing. He glances at Peter, whose hands are on Jon's thighs now, still hesitating.
"What's the matter?" Martin asks. "Are you nervous? I'm sure Jon is too. I know I am."
"I'm not, actually." Jon sounds a little smug, which makes Peter roll his eyes and Martin lift his hand up to his mouth in order to laugh behind it. But Jon props himself up to his elbows, looking over to Peter. "Anyway, I won't claim to have much experience about this, so you don't have to worry about your performance. Good will is what Martin and I are after."
Peter snorts. "Good will is hardly something I'm familiar with either," he says, but he actually looks more relaxed now, settling down onto his stomach on the bed as he grasps Jon by the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer on the mattress.
"Well, genuine effort, then." Jon sets his legs over Peter's shoulders, arching his back as Peter pushes his face into his groin. "Let's not set the bar too high by asking for go- oh-!"
Jon's back arches even further, his eyes sliding shut. His thighs close around Peter's head, shaking a little bit, and Martin finds himself licking his lips, pressing his own thighs together.
"Either way, it's not the activity I'm unfamiliar with," Peter says as he withdraws a bit, lifting his face up from Jon's groin so he can look at Jon. His mouth shines wet now; Martin bites his lip, clenching his thighs together. "I don't think I need to say what is the problem part for me."
"You don't." Jon's voice is breathy now, but there is gentle kind of softness about it too. He reaches out, stroking a strand of hair out of Peter's face. "That's why I'm saying: good will is what we are after here."
Peter doesn't seem to have much to say to that, returning between Jon's thighs. He presses forward, making Jon moan out loud, and at least Martin is convinced by the good will he's seeing.
