Nick slips over Chris' leg and settles to the side of Matt's bed, face flush and eyes dark while they run over Matt pressing up and over Chris. Notes the similarities in their haircuts when Matt's fringe hangs down off his head and the differences in their arms and thighs tangled together. Nick watches as Chris lets his back get pressed into the sheets and shoots his hands up around Matt's neck to pull him down.
Matching bruised lips meet with half muffled groans and gasps as Matt lets himself be guided down. It's a moment of newly sought after silence, both of them getting overwhelmed with their youngest brother's mouth spilling every thought that works its way to the front, already having stunned the older boys with facts none of them had the courage to share. They had been reading about tricks and scavenger hunts, and there was a terrible video idea that Chris notably disagreed with from the start. He spoke with such disbelief, like he couldn't fathom he was the one trying to convince his brothers the risk outweighs the reward, that there were certain locations with a thinner veil that allowed "weird shit man!" to go down. Spells and geocaches and arguably, looking back, they should've agreed with Chris.
But, they're dealing with it. Chris, for the time being, can't help but speak every thought that comes to mind. He can't seem to lie either, something they found out later, after Chris blurted out he 'doesn't fucking know why Nick needs to check out the "fine as fuck" jogger that passed them on the way home', that 'Matt was doing that thing where he rests his hand on his lap when he drives and straightens his chest out in the seat, and he's right here, and not some rando'. It was as if there was a lag on Chris actually hearing himself, the look that settled on his face as he took in the reactions Nick and Matt wore to their respective praise and complaint confirmed, he didn't mean to share those thoughts.
Nick thinks back to how he and Matt took to calming Chris down after the reveal. Working to make jokes and keep Chris light and tease at truths spilling out about the outfit someone's wearing or what he thinks is a good business model, and not fall into the deep pit of they fucked with something they shouldn't have. His bitten back smile from Chris' snappy retort to Matt's point that it "isn't too different from how Chris normally acts" replays in his mind. Too much truth weighed it down to actually bite, 'Because I feel safe here to share my real opinions, 'n you guys like when I talk and ask you for your opinions, even if you act like you don't! Because we fucking love eachother, Matt!' had Nick concerned for their car as Matt squeezed his eyes shut through laughter. He knew despite his energy that it must be disconcerting for the boy to lose control, the sympathy for his brother that flooded his body in the car not having run out yet. Arousal replaces that pity though, as he's brought back to his boys in front of him when a whimper sounds out. Matt rakes his hands down Chris' sides and works the youngest's hips up to meet his own, presses the blunt, leaking head of his cock back into Chris, where Nick had just finished inside him, fuck, Matt.
"Fuck- Matt--" Chris echoes his thoughts as he breaks away from the kiss and buries his head into the mattress, rocking his hips onto Matt with a tapering groan that breaks every time he's pushed and pulled. The sound of Matt repeatedly sinking in through Nick's, and his own from the first round's, slick sounds like there's a live feed directly into Nick's ears, knows Matt hears it too, feels it too, sees the boy biting his lips to try and hold back the whimpers and groans tumbling out of his mouth at the feeling and the mess of his brothers. It makes Matt's hips falter and jerk uneven, deeper into Chris for a moment, earning a whine and crescents dug into Matt's shoulders, a weak, "feel you, deep-feels so good-fuck, Matt, more," slipping out under the middle triplet.
Nick sees his own hand rise to trace the length of Matt's shoulder blades and end in the hair Matt's growing out at the nape of his neck before he even registers it, just knows he has to be with them, somehow, physically. With heat and touch, right now.
"What is it, honey?" Nick knows it's a little mean to set them up like this, and he hears Matt's groan at the question and the promise of what's to come, but it's unfamiliar territory and Nick's only human. The thing is, he knows they enjoy it too, so he doesn't pay it too much mind. He's busy, anyway, watching Chris' eyes open at Nick's direction, parts his mouth and wets his lips to gather the voice to speak.
Their faces have enough distance between them now that he can focus his hazy eyes on the middle triplet above him, sees him subconsciously following Nick's hands with enough of him still cast down to Chris that he doesn't feel any absence. Matt's spent years perfecting splitting himself into two equal parts, they all have.
The reminder they give everything to each other, with each other, takes over his mind, thoughts and fantasies he usually wouldn't bother his brothers with fill up every gap in his brain. He knows they're dreams and he doesn't crave to jump into the conversation that will inevitably follow. Knows how his brothers think he's oblivious to obstacles, thinks that this will require a logistics talk, and Chris is aware it's probably true but it's why they're fantasies. It's also why, Chris thinks begrudgingly, he was right when he said they didn't need to fuck with any spells or riddles or magic. He manages to get over it pretty quick, mind flipping back to his brothers above him, when Nick runs his hand from Matt's shoulders to his ass. Spreads his fingers apart in a grip and rocks it down, guiding Matt with a kiss to his shoulder to grind deep into Chris, who loses all his gathered breath as Matt whines into his mouth at Nick setting the pace. Chris' mouth is dry, like he hasn't stopped talking even through the kisses and licks Matt delivers with every thrust Nick levels into him. Groaning when Nick releases control, Matt pulls back and looks down at Chris,
"You know you're gonna use this to win forever, it's fine. You were right this time, sweetheart."
Right, Chris forgot, he doesn't have an inner voice right now.
"Nope. Heard it all, baby," Nick noses a smile and kiss under the youngest's jaw as his hand runs up the length of Matt's back. Then, in a soft voice he saves for them, directly against his ear, "Were you gonna answer me?"
Matching whines slip out at Nick's sickly sweet, commanding tone, and Chris is reminded of his original train of thought, words already barreling towards his tongue before he can register the shame.
"Shit- yeah- the-" a gasp breaks his sentence up as Matt adjusts his knees to settle his hands under Chris and rut deep into the boy, scheming to hinder Chris' confessions that had been driving them crazy all night for any time he could, desperate to gain any reprieve from the heady words.
"Come on, cherry. You gotta tell us, right?" Nick adds, voice light with the reminder there's no getting out of it. A flush matching the endearment spreads over Chris' chest, embarrassment only fueling the desperate need he feels burning its way out of his mouth. Nick brushes strands of mused hair behind Chris' ear and runs his knuckles gently across his stubble, a sharp contrast to Matt's fingers digging bruises into Chris' hips and biting into his neck to muffle his own moans. The name gets to both boys, and Matt mouths over Chris' neck as he feels a breath shudder through it,
"I, fuck, I love it w-when you guys fill me up, shit. And when you don't pull out right away, and you gri-grind your cum into me, more. Fucking love feeling you both inside me, and, and, sometimes-fffuck!" Breath hitching on a sob, Chris leans into Nick's hand and pulls Matt tighter to his neck, surrounding his senses with NickandMattNickandMattNickandMatt, searching for the grounding familiarity they bring as his thoughts spill out against his will. The words tearing through his teeth to be said occupy his mind, like they grow so big they explode out of him at the weakest parts. Expands inside of him and pushes all of his secrets and self-musings to the forefront, compressing everything else and concentrating the feeling. He doesn't hear the twin groans ring out at his admission, barely registers the hands on him gripping tighter,
"Some- sometimes, I wish you guys could, fuck, fill me up just like this, right after the other, over and over, till it, till it works, and get me, me p-pregnant." He's able to at least lower his volume at the end of it, nervous to own his impossible request. But it shoots high again on a pitched whimper as Chris digs crescents into sunflowers and fences, choking out Matt's name at the fast, deep, grinds he answers the whispered words with. Chris sucks air through each remark, body fighting his mind's demands, wanting to tell them everything and needing to shut up, a whine weaving through every word that nevertheless escapes around gasps-
"And we'd be fine, because we're always together, and. 'n I know, you guys would, you'd-" Nick's mouth swallows the rest of the confession, muses to himself that they all know what it would end with, what it would lead to. They all know Chris' eyes are getting teary for another reason, know they'll all end up bawling if they don't take a turn. Matt still has to blink away his own response pooling on the base of his lashes, has to remind himself he's not even the spellbound one here while he works a wet kiss under Chris' ear instead of daring to speak. Eyes set on the slow kiss before him, he can't hold back a jerk of his hips into the boy under him, trying to meld their bodies together as he feels Chris' cock trapped between their torsos, hot and wet as Nick leans closer, shoulder bumping his. Releasing sharp hips to cradle the boy's ribs and shoulders, he nestles his head to watch Nick soothe the spiral threatening to unfold as he licks into Chris' mouth, fingers threading through his hair as Matt matches the slips of their tongues with soft rolls of his hips. Chris' hips twitch and try to roll, but both older boys on top of him are effectively pining him under their affections.
Chris calms down, Nick pets his beating chest, runs his fingers over the horse chain Matt put on him earlier in the night after a prior truth was spilled. Matt's still inside him, still hard and feeling spikes shoot up where Nick's fingers skit over his skin or where he feels Chris' stomach twitch under his own, but he's content to sit with them for the moment. Really, he's grateful to finally have a chance for his mind to catch up. The chain was news to him, the memory from a few hours ago still sending a hot shock of possessiveness down his spine.
Chris cracks his eyes open, grips onto Nick's repetitive wrist and grumbles out,
"If I don't get healed, 'm gonna die. From fucking. Y'all will fuck me dead. I know because I would let it happen too, I want you guys to kill me sometimes. I'd let you do anything you want to me, I just want to give you both everything of me. And I want to fuck you all the time, and-"
Like it was planned, Nick leans up to capture his mouth as Matt rolls hips to give a short thrust, rewiring the boy's brain for a moment, and offers a plan.
"We'll call Sam and Colby."