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Fic: Waiting Up (Challengers OT3)
Title: Waiting Up
Pairing: Art/Tashi/Patrick, Art/Tashi
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 2,611
Summary: Art wants to be cucked. When he finds out Patrick is going to be at the Atlanta Challenger, he tells Tashi about his fantasy.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
latetreatbonanza and bad sex bingo (Art comes too soon).
Fic on AO3
Art had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Tashi all day. He finally found an opening when they went to their bedroom to finish packing for the challenger.
“Can we talk about Atlanta?”
She kept on folding her shirts. “Sure. You mean your practice schedule this week?”
Art barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “No. I mean about Patrick.”
Tashi froze when Art said his name.
“What about Patrick?”
“He’s going to be there. Let’s just be adults about this, Tashi.”
Every line of Tashi’s body was tense as she threw the shirts she’d been holding into her suitcase and turned to face him. Her voice was icy when she spoke.
“So what if he’s going to be there? Are you trying to start a fight?”
Art scrubbed a hand through his hair. This was going terribly, and that was probably because he’d done a poor job of choosing his words. He blew out a breath and resolved to start over.
“What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay if you meet up with him.”
Tashi raised a perfectly sculpted brow.
“What does that mean, exactly?” Her voice had softened just a tad, but her body language still made her look like her guard was up.
“I know without a doubt that he’s still attracted to you. And I think you’re still into him.”
Tashi sighed and walked around to his side of the bed. “Art, you shouldn’t feel insecure just because we’ll be in the same city as Patrick.”
“That’s not what this is about. It’s not about me. Well, it is but not in a jealous way. I want you to mess around with him.”
He’d been fantasizing about it since practically forever, actually. When she and Patrick where together, Art lost track of the amount of times he jerked off imagining them fucking. But he’d been too embarrassed about it to bring it up before now.
All that changed when he saw Patrick watching them both at practice a couple Challengers ago. Patrick never said anything, but Art could see his expression, plain as day. He wanted to fuck Tashi so bad.
So when Art saw Patrick’s name on the Atlanta Challenger roster, he started fantasizing again. He and Tashi had become so comfortable together, sex almost felt like a routine now. Art wasn’t knocking it, because the comfort and trust between them gave Art the courage to bring this all up in the first place. But maybe this could be a way for all three of them to reconnect. Because even if Art wasn’t actually in the room, he knew that Tashi and Patrick would think of him during sex with each other. How could they not? Their lives were too intertwined.
Tashi was still staring at him, her mouth open slightly in surprise.
“I’m saying, it’s sexy if you fuck him.”
She squinted her eyes in confusion.
“Why?” There was judgment in her tone, but nothing too scathing. After all, Art was familiar with angry Tashi, and this wasn’t that.
Art had fucked Tashi way more than Patrick ever had by that point in their lives. He knew that would make Patrick feel something. Jealousy, most likely. But probably some kind of horny, too. He wanted to know what it would be like for Tashi to find out.
“I’ve been thinking about what could happen if you and Patrick saw each other again. And you guys were so hot together. Sometimes I still think about you fucking him, and it makes me. God, it makes me hard.”
Art fisted his hand in the sheets, shame coiling in his gut. He wasn’t sure what Tashi would think about his admission. She might find it weak or disgusting.
“Oh,” Tashi said simply.
Then she reached down and palmed his dick over his boxers in a clinical way. Like she was checking for his reaction. He was, in fact, getting a chub just talking about this.
“But you won’t feel left out?” She pressed.
Art was finding it kind of hard to focus with her hand on him.
“Sort of. But that’s kind of the point. It’s like you’re both so attractive, you don’t even need me there. You can come without me. And I just have to sit by myself and let him have you.”
Tashi seemed to mull this over. She took her hand off of Art’s dick and sat down on the bed next to him.
Art could tell she was choosing her words very carefully, because of the way she bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as she spoke. He figured she was going to deny being attracted to Patrick still. Or maybe she was going to say it wasn’t likely for them to bump into each other anyway.
“How do you know you won’t feel like shit afterwards?” She asked instead.
Art was surprised by the question. But he’d already thought about that possibility.
“I don’t think I will. But even if I do, I’m hoping you’ll tell me about it? That would make me feel more included. And I know you’ll come back to me.”
Tashi crossed her arms and studied his face. She didn’t seem convinced.
“Patrick and I haven’t talked or anything in years. What makes you so sure he’ll be down?”
Art scoffed.
“Who wouldn’t be in love with you?” Art said simply. He knew it was a cop-out answer, something he’d said to Tashi many times before, but its familiarity is what made it comforting to say.
When Tashi rolled her eyes, he added, “And I looked at his Insta. He’s not dating anyone right now.”
She uncrossed her arms to put her hands behind her and leaned back on her palms. She looked infinitely more relaxed. He could tell that he’d won her over.
“IF we run into each other, and IF he wants to, then I’ll think about it. What rules would you want for this little game?” She kicked her foot out and then crossed it over her ankle.
Art blew out a breath. This was already going way better than he expected, so he didn’t want to push his luck. The truth was that he wanted to be in the room. He wanted to see Patrick’s face when he realized what Tashi was willing to do to him. He wanted to look Patrick in the eye as he fucked Tashi, knowing that Art is the one that gave them both permission. He wanted Patrick fall apart, and then be so damn grateful to them both for it.
But. Those things could wait.
“He has to wear a condom, and you have to mention that I gave you permission.”
Tashi cocked her head. “I don’t love the word permission…”
“Fine. How about my blessing instead?”
Tashi’s lips curled up into a smile.
“Fine. IF it happens, I'll follow your rules.”
---
It took forever for Art to fall asleep that night. He lay awake next to Tashi, imagining Patrick's reaction once she told him. The adrenaline from the anticipation alone was making Art’s heart pound and his temples get all sweaty. He tossed and turned and refused to jerk off about it.
---
Art paid attention to Patrick’s matches once they were in Atlanta. Tashi hadn't brought up Patrick at all, so Art had no idea if she had any intention of meeting up with him. But Art still had hope, until Patrick lost his match and was eliminated from the Challenger. Art knew that meant he’d be leaving soon unless he was staying to watch the final.
Art went down to the lobby looking for a snack the night after Patrick's loss, when he saw Tashi and made a beeline for her. As he got closer he thought Patrick was with her, but he couldn’t be sure. He was derailed by a fan, and when he turned back to look for them, they were gone.
His stomach swooped when he realized that maybe his fantasy was coming true. Goosebumps broke out on his arms as his heart started to pound. He quickly went back to the elevator and up to his hotel room. Lily was already asleep, so he said goodnight to Tashi’s mom and locked the door behind her.
Then he laid down on his bed, and put his phone on his stomach. He just kept picturing Tashi’s face, her incredible body, Patrick’s curls, Patrick’s hands. His mind was a revolving door of the most intimate details he could think of about both of them.
His phone buzzed a few minutes later. He quickly snatched it up and unlocked it.
Tashi: I’m with Patrick.
Art didn’t hesitate with his reply. Good.
His fantasy was coming true. He wanted to scream from the sheer magnitude of the moment. He closed his eyes and pictured Patrick staring at Tashi with all of the love and adoration she deserved. He pictured her tearing at his clothes, already wet for him. He thought of the sounds he knew Patrick made when he was fucking, because he’d heard Patrick make them many times whenever they shared a room and Patrick thought Art was sleeping.
He hoped above all else that Tashi was enjoying herself. He loved the way she responded to pleasure, the way she let herself be completely consumed by it. Sex was really the only way to get Tashi to completely break down the barriers she’d carefully constructed for herself since her injury. She was only wild and reckless when she was about to come.
And there were only a few lucky people on the entire planet that got to see her that way. Art was one of them. Patrick was one of them, too. Art loved that they had that in common.
He was so keyed up that there was no way he was going to be able to sleep. His cock was hard just picturing them together. He wondered what they were saying, or if they were saying anything at all. He did feel a little jealous, but the depth of his desire for this exact scenario drowned out that feeling.
Time held no meaning as Art drifted in and out of wakefulness. His chub didn’t abate, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He wanted to wait for Tashi to come home, so that he could hear what had happened.
Then, finally, he heard the dull beep of the hotel door being unlocked with the key card. He sat bolt upright as Tashi walked in.
“You waited up?” Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper.
“Yeah, of course I did.” The bedside lamp was on, and it cast a warm yellow glow onto the side of Tashi’s face. He saw her smile with teeth. Her eyes seemed alight with some kind of near-feral energy. He rarely saw her so keyed up.
Her hair was a little poofy on top, her part a little uneven. Like someone had run their hands through it. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to let Art catch a glimpse of her black bra.
“God, Tashi. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Art was practically trembling with how bad he wanted to hear her say what had happened. He backed up a little bit so that his back was resting against the headboard.
She bit her lip and took her time walking over to the bed. She started unbuttoning the rest of her shirt as she sat up on her knees, facing Art.
“I fucked him,” she said as she let her shirt fall open.
Art’s breath caught in his throat. He put the heel of his hand on his erection to quell it, because he wanted her to keep talking.
“How was it?” He managed.
Tashi moved gracefully on her knees towards him.
“Looks like you’ve been thinking about it. About us.”
Art could only nod.
“I told Patrick you wanted me to fuck him. That really wound him up, just like you knew it would. He picked me up and practically threw me on his shitty hotel mattress.”
Art tried to bite back his moan, but it was too late. Tashi heard him, which meant Art had showed his hand. She was like a predator now, her eyes eating Art up as she bared her teeth. She had him exactly where she liked him, completely at her mercy. She never looked more beautiful.
“I climbed him like a tree, but he wanted me to suck his dick. I gagged on it until I cried, until he was begging me to lick my cunt. He said he wanted to taste where you’d been.”
At that point, Art had no idea if what she said was real or if she was making this part up. But he didn’t give a fuck. There was no way he was going to be able to wait any longer. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick, pathetically hard and leaking through his boxers already.
“Did he?” Art breathed.
“Yeah he fuckin’ did. I nearly came from his mouth but I made him stop. I wanted his huge cock inside me. He held me up, just like he used to, back at Stanford.”
“Bet he liked being in your cunt,” Art said through gritted teeth. He let his eyes slip closed as he imagined Tashi on top, Patrick’s huge bicep curled around her.
“He was moaning and groaning like a whore, and I loved it. Patrick said to tell you that your wife is a good fuckin’ lay.”
That startled a laugh out of Art, but it certainly didn’t make his erection flag.
“If you fuck me, you could feel where he was. I’m still wet.” She reached down to touch herself.
Art stared at the curve of her breasts inside her bra, the disheveled state of her hair and her shirt, then he followed her lean torso down to the top of her lace panties that were peaking out of her shorts. It wasn’t hard to picture Patrick laying on his stomach on the bed, eating her out. He always had a fantastic mouth. If he gave head anything like he kissed, it was probably sloppy and wet and nearly overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Art hissed.
Then he moaned as he came all over his fist and his stomach. He heard Tashi gasp, but his whole body felt pleasantly empty. He was floating, everything seemingly soft and white at the edges when he opened his eyes.
“Just the words were enough?” Tashi asked, her voice sounding gentler than she’d been all night. She was looking at him with triumph evident in her gaze.
“Guess so,” Art mumbled, still feeling completely blissed out.
She got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, and Art used his boxers to wipe up before he threw them off the bed. He scooted down until he was laying flat and caught his breath.
“You’re not annoyed that I came already?” Art spoke loud enough for her to hear him.
She peeked her head out of the bathroom with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“No, those words were for you, not me. I don’t need anything right now. I’m good.”
Well, then. Maybe this had been a good plan after all.
His eyes kept slipping closed, but he forced himself to stay awake. When she came back, he reached for her. For a moment, he feared that she might not come to him. But after only a moment’s hesitation she took his hand and crawled under the covers with him. She curled into his side, and she fit just as well as she always had.
Pairing: Art/Tashi/Patrick, Art/Tashi
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 2,611
Summary: Art wants to be cucked. When he finds out Patrick is going to be at the Atlanta Challenger, he tells Tashi about his fantasy.
A/N: Written for the
latetreatbonanza and bad sex bingo (Art comes too soon).Fic on AO3
Art had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Tashi all day. He finally found an opening when they went to their bedroom to finish packing for the challenger.
“Can we talk about Atlanta?”
She kept on folding her shirts. “Sure. You mean your practice schedule this week?”
Art barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “No. I mean about Patrick.”
Tashi froze when Art said his name.
“What about Patrick?”
“He’s going to be there. Let’s just be adults about this, Tashi.”
Every line of Tashi’s body was tense as she threw the shirts she’d been holding into her suitcase and turned to face him. Her voice was icy when she spoke.
“So what if he’s going to be there? Are you trying to start a fight?”
Art scrubbed a hand through his hair. This was going terribly, and that was probably because he’d done a poor job of choosing his words. He blew out a breath and resolved to start over.
“What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay if you meet up with him.”
Tashi raised a perfectly sculpted brow.
“What does that mean, exactly?” Her voice had softened just a tad, but her body language still made her look like her guard was up.
“I know without a doubt that he’s still attracted to you. And I think you’re still into him.”
Tashi sighed and walked around to his side of the bed. “Art, you shouldn’t feel insecure just because we’ll be in the same city as Patrick.”
“That’s not what this is about. It’s not about me. Well, it is but not in a jealous way. I want you to mess around with him.”
He’d been fantasizing about it since practically forever, actually. When she and Patrick where together, Art lost track of the amount of times he jerked off imagining them fucking. But he’d been too embarrassed about it to bring it up before now.
All that changed when he saw Patrick watching them both at practice a couple Challengers ago. Patrick never said anything, but Art could see his expression, plain as day. He wanted to fuck Tashi so bad.
So when Art saw Patrick’s name on the Atlanta Challenger roster, he started fantasizing again. He and Tashi had become so comfortable together, sex almost felt like a routine now. Art wasn’t knocking it, because the comfort and trust between them gave Art the courage to bring this all up in the first place. But maybe this could be a way for all three of them to reconnect. Because even if Art wasn’t actually in the room, he knew that Tashi and Patrick would think of him during sex with each other. How could they not? Their lives were too intertwined.
Tashi was still staring at him, her mouth open slightly in surprise.
“I’m saying, it’s sexy if you fuck him.”
She squinted her eyes in confusion.
“Why?” There was judgment in her tone, but nothing too scathing. After all, Art was familiar with angry Tashi, and this wasn’t that.
Art had fucked Tashi way more than Patrick ever had by that point in their lives. He knew that would make Patrick feel something. Jealousy, most likely. But probably some kind of horny, too. He wanted to know what it would be like for Tashi to find out.
“I’ve been thinking about what could happen if you and Patrick saw each other again. And you guys were so hot together. Sometimes I still think about you fucking him, and it makes me. God, it makes me hard.”
Art fisted his hand in the sheets, shame coiling in his gut. He wasn’t sure what Tashi would think about his admission. She might find it weak or disgusting.
“Oh,” Tashi said simply.
Then she reached down and palmed his dick over his boxers in a clinical way. Like she was checking for his reaction. He was, in fact, getting a chub just talking about this.
“But you won’t feel left out?” She pressed.
Art was finding it kind of hard to focus with her hand on him.
“Sort of. But that’s kind of the point. It’s like you’re both so attractive, you don’t even need me there. You can come without me. And I just have to sit by myself and let him have you.”
Tashi seemed to mull this over. She took her hand off of Art’s dick and sat down on the bed next to him.
Art could tell she was choosing her words very carefully, because of the way she bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as she spoke. He figured she was going to deny being attracted to Patrick still. Or maybe she was going to say it wasn’t likely for them to bump into each other anyway.
“How do you know you won’t feel like shit afterwards?” She asked instead.
Art was surprised by the question. But he’d already thought about that possibility.
“I don’t think I will. But even if I do, I’m hoping you’ll tell me about it? That would make me feel more included. And I know you’ll come back to me.”
Tashi crossed her arms and studied his face. She didn’t seem convinced.
“Patrick and I haven’t talked or anything in years. What makes you so sure he’ll be down?”
Art scoffed.
“Who wouldn’t be in love with you?” Art said simply. He knew it was a cop-out answer, something he’d said to Tashi many times before, but its familiarity is what made it comforting to say.
When Tashi rolled her eyes, he added, “And I looked at his Insta. He’s not dating anyone right now.”
She uncrossed her arms to put her hands behind her and leaned back on her palms. She looked infinitely more relaxed. He could tell that he’d won her over.
“IF we run into each other, and IF he wants to, then I’ll think about it. What rules would you want for this little game?” She kicked her foot out and then crossed it over her ankle.
Art blew out a breath. This was already going way better than he expected, so he didn’t want to push his luck. The truth was that he wanted to be in the room. He wanted to see Patrick’s face when he realized what Tashi was willing to do to him. He wanted to look Patrick in the eye as he fucked Tashi, knowing that Art is the one that gave them both permission. He wanted Patrick fall apart, and then be so damn grateful to them both for it.
But. Those things could wait.
“He has to wear a condom, and you have to mention that I gave you permission.”
Tashi cocked her head. “I don’t love the word permission…”
“Fine. How about my blessing instead?”
Tashi’s lips curled up into a smile.
“Fine. IF it happens, I'll follow your rules.”
It took forever for Art to fall asleep that night. He lay awake next to Tashi, imagining Patrick's reaction once she told him. The adrenaline from the anticipation alone was making Art’s heart pound and his temples get all sweaty. He tossed and turned and refused to jerk off about it.
Art paid attention to Patrick’s matches once they were in Atlanta. Tashi hadn't brought up Patrick at all, so Art had no idea if she had any intention of meeting up with him. But Art still had hope, until Patrick lost his match and was eliminated from the Challenger. Art knew that meant he’d be leaving soon unless he was staying to watch the final.
Art went down to the lobby looking for a snack the night after Patrick's loss, when he saw Tashi and made a beeline for her. As he got closer he thought Patrick was with her, but he couldn’t be sure. He was derailed by a fan, and when he turned back to look for them, they were gone.
His stomach swooped when he realized that maybe his fantasy was coming true. Goosebumps broke out on his arms as his heart started to pound. He quickly went back to the elevator and up to his hotel room. Lily was already asleep, so he said goodnight to Tashi’s mom and locked the door behind her.
Then he laid down on his bed, and put his phone on his stomach. He just kept picturing Tashi’s face, her incredible body, Patrick’s curls, Patrick’s hands. His mind was a revolving door of the most intimate details he could think of about both of them.
His phone buzzed a few minutes later. He quickly snatched it up and unlocked it.
Tashi: I’m with Patrick.
Art didn’t hesitate with his reply. Good.
His fantasy was coming true. He wanted to scream from the sheer magnitude of the moment. He closed his eyes and pictured Patrick staring at Tashi with all of the love and adoration she deserved. He pictured her tearing at his clothes, already wet for him. He thought of the sounds he knew Patrick made when he was fucking, because he’d heard Patrick make them many times whenever they shared a room and Patrick thought Art was sleeping.
He hoped above all else that Tashi was enjoying herself. He loved the way she responded to pleasure, the way she let herself be completely consumed by it. Sex was really the only way to get Tashi to completely break down the barriers she’d carefully constructed for herself since her injury. She was only wild and reckless when she was about to come.
And there were only a few lucky people on the entire planet that got to see her that way. Art was one of them. Patrick was one of them, too. Art loved that they had that in common.
He was so keyed up that there was no way he was going to be able to sleep. His cock was hard just picturing them together. He wondered what they were saying, or if they were saying anything at all. He did feel a little jealous, but the depth of his desire for this exact scenario drowned out that feeling.
Time held no meaning as Art drifted in and out of wakefulness. His chub didn’t abate, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He wanted to wait for Tashi to come home, so that he could hear what had happened.
Then, finally, he heard the dull beep of the hotel door being unlocked with the key card. He sat bolt upright as Tashi walked in.
“You waited up?” Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper.
“Yeah, of course I did.” The bedside lamp was on, and it cast a warm yellow glow onto the side of Tashi’s face. He saw her smile with teeth. Her eyes seemed alight with some kind of near-feral energy. He rarely saw her so keyed up.
Her hair was a little poofy on top, her part a little uneven. Like someone had run their hands through it. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to let Art catch a glimpse of her black bra.
“God, Tashi. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Art was practically trembling with how bad he wanted to hear her say what had happened. He backed up a little bit so that his back was resting against the headboard.
She bit her lip and took her time walking over to the bed. She started unbuttoning the rest of her shirt as she sat up on her knees, facing Art.
“I fucked him,” she said as she let her shirt fall open.
Art’s breath caught in his throat. He put the heel of his hand on his erection to quell it, because he wanted her to keep talking.
“How was it?” He managed.
Tashi moved gracefully on her knees towards him.
“Looks like you’ve been thinking about it. About us.”
Art could only nod.
“I told Patrick you wanted me to fuck him. That really wound him up, just like you knew it would. He picked me up and practically threw me on his shitty hotel mattress.”
Art tried to bite back his moan, but it was too late. Tashi heard him, which meant Art had showed his hand. She was like a predator now, her eyes eating Art up as she bared her teeth. She had him exactly where she liked him, completely at her mercy. She never looked more beautiful.
“I climbed him like a tree, but he wanted me to suck his dick. I gagged on it until I cried, until he was begging me to lick my cunt. He said he wanted to taste where you’d been.”
At that point, Art had no idea if what she said was real or if she was making this part up. But he didn’t give a fuck. There was no way he was going to be able to wait any longer. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick, pathetically hard and leaking through his boxers already.
“Did he?” Art breathed.
“Yeah he fuckin’ did. I nearly came from his mouth but I made him stop. I wanted his huge cock inside me. He held me up, just like he used to, back at Stanford.”
“Bet he liked being in your cunt,” Art said through gritted teeth. He let his eyes slip closed as he imagined Tashi on top, Patrick’s huge bicep curled around her.
“He was moaning and groaning like a whore, and I loved it. Patrick said to tell you that your wife is a good fuckin’ lay.”
That startled a laugh out of Art, but it certainly didn’t make his erection flag.
“If you fuck me, you could feel where he was. I’m still wet.” She reached down to touch herself.
Art stared at the curve of her breasts inside her bra, the disheveled state of her hair and her shirt, then he followed her lean torso down to the top of her lace panties that were peaking out of her shorts. It wasn’t hard to picture Patrick laying on his stomach on the bed, eating her out. He always had a fantastic mouth. If he gave head anything like he kissed, it was probably sloppy and wet and nearly overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Art hissed.
Then he moaned as he came all over his fist and his stomach. He heard Tashi gasp, but his whole body felt pleasantly empty. He was floating, everything seemingly soft and white at the edges when he opened his eyes.
“Just the words were enough?” Tashi asked, her voice sounding gentler than she’d been all night. She was looking at him with triumph evident in her gaze.
“Guess so,” Art mumbled, still feeling completely blissed out.
She got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, and Art used his boxers to wipe up before he threw them off the bed. He scooted down until he was laying flat and caught his breath.
“You’re not annoyed that I came already?” Art spoke loud enough for her to hear him.
She peeked her head out of the bathroom with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“No, those words were for you, not me. I don’t need anything right now. I’m good.”
Well, then. Maybe this had been a good plan after all.
His eyes kept slipping closed, but he forced himself to stay awake. When she came back, he reached for her. For a moment, he feared that she might not come to him. But after only a moment’s hesitation she took his hand and crawled under the covers with him. She curled into his side, and she fit just as well as she always had.