A/N: As you guessed it, here's another warning on adult content in the following chapter. Remember: you don't have to read if such things make you uncomfortable!

Admittedly, it came out of nowhere. Only a little of that pun was intended. When Niall proposed the idea to Will, it was an act of hormone driven spontaneity. Intoxicated by the lust addled concoction that Will seemed to brew in abundance within him and then somehow infect Niall with it. The idea still burned hot when Will agreed. It still boiled as they hurried to Nialls apartment, with Jess just about catching on to the idea, there was no hesitation, only determination and drive. But then the nerves began, shocking his fingertips with static and shaking him into a puddled mess as they drew closer to the door.

Then they were in the door, and Niall reacted on instinct. No turning back. Causing Jess to yelp at the breathy press of his lips on her neck, her body relaxing within a moment as Will, with his hands at her hips, pushed her back into the nuzzling Niall, who kissed her neck and behind her ear. His breath was hot and restrained.

Worshipped. That was the term she would use as kisses on the nape of her neck and simultaneously on her collar sent a delightful, heat-filled, shiver down her spine and all the way to her ankles which clicked loudly when she adjusted her feet. Hands, like hot coals, were groping, gripping, snaking beneath clothing that seemed all too restrictive, as if crushing, until her shirt was removed and discarded along with any cognitive thought she thought to hold on to. No thinking, only reacting. Only feeling.

Jess grinded against Niall. Feeling the shockingly hard length press against the small of her back, and used him to steady herself as Will chased after her lips with his own. Will slipped a calloused hand down the waistband of her jeans, popping the button with a flex, and she arched into it, as if hooked by the pelvis, and impossibly drawn to the touch that teasingly restricted itself from going exactly where it knew to, and instead brushed against everywhere else with infuriating tantalization. Her inner thigh, the folds that were already slick with excitement, her legs. She ached with an impatient anticipation, bucking her hips and twisting them in a determined attempt at getting what she wanted.

Jess could tell by the smirk on Wills face as he crooned over her shoulder to kiss deeply the blushing man behind her, that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Asshole.

Within moments, Niall and Will were removed of their clothing too, now pincering her between two hot bodies driven by lust and hunger. Driven by her and Jess couldn't help but lean pleasingly into Nialls front once more. Relishing the soft smoothness of his chest and his abdomen, as his hands crossed over her torso, his right hand fully grasping the pert breast while the other clawed deliciously at her hip with dextrous fingers. She let out another shiver as the curiously moist hardness of Nialls member slipped between her cheeks, and she turned her head stretching to kiss Niall which he obliged, gently pecking at her lips with an open mouth, and with one synchronised maneuver, Will had slipped her free from her underwear.

She felt the familiar spike of exposure, distracting her from the matter at hand, all she could focus on were the caresses of Niall, and the warming touch of Will. Jess was nothing else in this moment but a tangled mess of receptors, sparking violently at every point of contact. Wills hands travelled agonizingly slow. Stopping at her calves, and pulling each weakened, and wobbly, knee for a kiss that blossomed white hot upon departure. His fingers left invisible trails of heat up her now parted thighs, and she could feel the hotness of his breath as it hovered briefly over each inner thigh. As his strong hands grasped fully at her ass, Jess let out a small yelp as Will nipped at the flesh of her inner thigh before kissing away the sting, leaving an awakening of euphoria with the brush of his cheek that ever so slightly tickled at the stroke of stubble.

The anticipation was maddening, building to the point that she felt she might explode. Jess clung to Niall, reaching her hand around the back of his head and gripping a fistful of hair as she brought him down to deepen the kiss further. He followed her lead, his tongue gently asking permission to enter her mouth with a sweep across the fullness of her bottom lip, which once it was given: explored it's regions with ravenous aplomb and wrestled angrily with her own, as the hand massaging her breast was brought up to support her jaw.

Her moan barrelled from her very core at the touch of Will's tongue against her. It was warm and wet, and Jess' eyes could not believe the sheer carnality of the sight as she looked down. One of her legs was hooked over the strong shoulders of Will, his eyes full of voracious lust as he devoured her and tugged at himself in broad strokes.

She wouldn't last much longer, she thought. Jess could already feel it broiling within her core. A bubbling heat that was rising, and expanding. Pushing outwards towards over flowing with every touch.

Jess' free hand reached down and gripped roughly at Wills hair as she pulled him deeper to her. His voice vibrated throughout her abdomen as he growled deeply with a bass that shook her to the bone. She began to uncontrollably, roll her hips up and down, as Niall gripped her tight. His hands were everywhere, stroking and pawing at her body as if she was never quite close enough.

Niall caught her cries of orgasm within his mouth, swallowing them as if it was the sweetest nectar, and pressing his lips to hers tightly to keep her grounded, as Will wouldn't stop no matter how her legs quivered. He continued to suck and kiss and jab with a tongue that had no business being as deft as it was.

Jess' fist was almost painful with how tight it pulled at his hair, but Will knew the accompanying scream only meant good things as it spurned him onwards. Vehemently igniting his own passion as his knees banged against the floor and he began to thrust himself into his hand.

It didn't take long for Niall or Will to come crashing vigorously over the edge, following Jess as she began to slow her rhythm against Wills face, and spilling their seed over the laminate flooring.

They held themselves for a time. Squeezing themselves together with maximum skin contact, basking in the breathless afterglow, shielding each other against the apartment which now seemed cold when compared to the fires of their actions.

"That was nice." Jessica said as sprawled out comfortably on the couch, now partially clothed. Her limbs still tingled, warm and tired, like a stretch wouldn't quite hit the spot she'd be reaching for even if she tried. Her fingers carelessly played with Nialls hair as he lay with his head resting on her lap. His eyes were sleepy, and he barely observed the television that sat a number of feet away. He didn't respond to her comment either, merely hummed lazily.

Will chuckled however, grinning smugly before dropping his expression expectantly as he looked to Jess who seemed as if she was about to say something.

She did want to say something. Although she didn't quite know what it was she wanted to say. Was thank you an appropriate reaction? How about: what happens now? Or Could we do this again?

She pondered on what could happen next. Was this to become some form of three-way relationship? A polyamorous one? Something she'd never quite contemplated before, and had never seen herself doing. Although now, as she carded her fingers through the hair of the sweet man on her lap, while her shoulders were held snug by the arms of another, it didn't quite seem like such a foreign concept.

Jess only knew that she loved these two idiots. Whether it was a romantic love was something she hadn't figured out yet, but she knew that she couldn't be without them.

Together they looked after one another. Held each other through midnight panic attacks over the lake house. Laughed in golden lit evenings when failed cooking gave way to food fights and takeaways. Kissed each other as a silent, solemn, vow that none of them were alone while any of them still stood.

She knew not what the future held for whatever this is. Only that she hoped it would hold them together.

But for now, it was enough to be held in this embrace.

A/N: And I believe my dear readers, that's a wrap. This story really didn't turn out how I expected it to. That's not to say I'm not happy with it: I am, for the most part. It definitely turned out a bit smuttier than I expected, and rather than trying to steer it away from that I decided to lean in to it.

That being said, I am not the most experience when it comes to writing sex scenes, but I hope I did well enough!

I hope you're all keeping safe in these times, and I look forward to future ventures!

and as always: thanks for reading :)