Title: Friendly
Author: sarcasticsra
Summary: Andrew is his lover, and Rebecca is his best friend. Conrad wants them to get along. They do.
Pairing: OMC/Ecklie/OFC.
Claim: Conrad Ecklie
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Theme: Set one, theme #5: lust.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yes. They’re all mine. And I’m secretly Superman.
Author's Notes: This is all Kate’s fault! Thanks for the beta, too.

Rebecca had been representing the latest suspect day shift had when he ran into her. After the minor surprise, they’d arranged to go out for drinks, and Conrad had invited Andrew along with them. The two lawyers had gotten along well, though Conrad was sure that was because of Andrew’s seemingly never-ending sense of humor and patience. It’d taken an hour before Rebecca finally warmed to him, but it had happened and Conrad couldn’t have been more glad. Rebecca was his best friend, and Andrew was the love of his life—he’d wanted them to be friendly.

Friendly didn’t really describe it anymore.

After a few drinks, they left the bar and headed back to Conrad and Andrew’s home, joking the whole way. When they finally entered the living room, Andrew had used that time to pull him in for a deep kiss.

They broke apart to find Rebecca looking at them with what was clearly lust in her eyes.

After an unspoken invitation, they all entered the bedroom together. Conrad and Andrew kissed again, removing each other of their clothes, while Rebecca watched and slowly divested herself of her clothing as well. Silently, they climbed into the king-sized bed, and Conrad made sure to pay ample attention to Rebecca, kissing her neck, her stomach, making her moan delightedly. Andrew kissed the back of Conrad’s neck, his hand sliding around his waist and squeezing his hardening cock. Conrad moaned into his and Rebecca’s kiss.

Conrad’s hands cupped Rebecca’s breasts, gently squeezing them before peppering them with kisses. He hissed in delight when he felt a lube-coated finger was inserted into him, shutting his eyes and arching back into the touch. He paid as much attention as he could to teasing Rebecca with his lips and fingers, making her moan and beg for more. The tantalizing finger brushed his prostate, causing him to gasp against Rebecca’s breast before he continued his ministrations.

After more minutes of teasing and being teased, he grabbed a condom from the night stand drawer, slipping it on before slowly entering Rebecca, who gasped and moved against him eagerly. They moaned together for a second, his drawing out longer when Andrew added a second finger, stretching him deliciously.

He thrust slowly, and Rebecca whimpered, whispering what sounded like a mixture of yes and more and something incoherent. The sensations of being surrounded by moist heat felt incredible, but when Andrew slid into him a few minutes later, he nearly bit his lip to prevent screaming out. Rebecca was arching into him and gasping desperately, trying to get some movement, and he was doing the same thing to Andrew. The three of them twisted like that for a moment, groaning.

Their movements were awkward at first, with Conrad trying to plunge deep inside Rebecca, and Andrew trying to thrust into Conrad, but eventually they settled on a slow, torturous rhythm—steady and desperate all at the same time.

Moans and gasps and growls and grunts filled the air—the sounds of sex played as music to their ears as they writhed together in ecstacy and pleasure. Nothing comprehensible was said or understood; their minds were so completely overridden with lust they just didn’t have the brain functions to form or comprehend sentences.

The slow pace continued, until Conrad could feel himself getting close; he increased the urgency of his thrusts, reveling in the sensation of filling and being filled at the same time. Andrew followed his lead, gasping frantically with each harder thrust.

Rebecca came first with a low moan; Conrad followed shortly after, whimpering a syllable that no one quite caught; Andrew was last, and the loudest, shouting as he reached his completion.

The three slowly managed to move, cleaning up and disposing with the used condoms and relaxing on the bed as coherence and thought returned to them. However, with those things came post-coital sleepiness, and the three of them eventually drifted to sleep.

Upon waking up tangled together in what was sure to be a highly absurd picture, the expected awkwardness never came. They got up, showered individually, and Conrad and Andrew bid Rebecca adieu, all as though nothing had happened—as though they hadn’t done anymore than come home and fall asleep on each other.

Conrad smirked as he watched Rebecca reverse out of their driveway; he was glad that his best friend and his lover got along.

-End