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In the future, they might get out of this communal living situation. In the meantime, Sid was normally pretty careful.
She was normally pretty careful, but there were exceptions to every rule for a reason.
It had been a fun time out on the Rec Station dive bars, going shot for shot with a bunch of barely forty cycles old kids who had been left passed out on the floor. Their own faults for looking Barry Syx up and down and thinking ‘yeah, I can out-drink that dude’.
So Sundry Sidney was drunk, and so was Barry Syx. There was generally only one way that ended, and it had already started in the bathroom of the dive bar. But they were pretty greedy when it came to each other, and one orgasm was so rarely enough.
They hadn’t actually been charged with public indecency on the way back to the Wurst, and that was honestly a bit of a surprise.
“Get back into the damn quarters if you can’t keep your hands off of each other,” Norman greeted them in the hallway, and Sid giggled with delight.
“Coupla fucking teenagers.”
He was a hypocrite and they all knew it, but Sidney and Barry Syx couldn’t bring themselves to care. It was hard enough to skate backwards, and it was made harder by trying to keep her hand on Barry Syx’s dick, while drunk off of her face. Barry Syx was just having to walk forward, and he was having about as much trouble as Sid was, somehow.
They stumbled back into the crew quarters, Sid pulling Barry Syx’s shirt off as they got through the door. The room was quiet — they assumed everyone was still out, potentially staying on the Rec Station, even, given there was not a plan to leave until at least lunch time the next malton unit. It was dark, and there was no indication that anyone else was there, not while Sid pushed Syx backwards onto the bunk. He went down heavily, scrambling backwards onto the bed on his elbows, eyes only on Sid.
But her cybernetic eye flicked to the left, spotting Barry Nyne in his own bunk. It scanned and whirred quietly, confirming the necessary information for Sundry Sidney — he was there, he was awake, and he wasn’t saying a damn word.
“Clothes on or off, Barry?” she asked, voice low but loud enough that there was absolutely no chance that Barry Nyne could’ve missed it. But he deliberately stayed silent and quiet across the small space, eyes trained on the sight in front of him.
“Fuckin’ hell, Sid, I just wanna be inside you,” Barry Syx mumbled, unbuckling his belt as quickly as he could.
“Clothes on, then,” Sid hummed, and angled herself under the bunk to settle herself across his torso. She leaned down to press a kiss to his broad chest, her bare crotch coming to rub over his abs with barely perceptible movements. “Touch me.”
She reached back behind her, making quick work of getting his belt out of the way. It took a bit more time to get the button of his jeans undone and the fly open, but in the meantime, he got his hands on her. His fingers made their way from her knees up, flipping her skirt up so he could catch glances of her pussy in the dark, and keep on groping at her hungrily.
“Shit, gorgeous, when did you lose your underwear?” he breathed out, head tipping back, away from any chance of spotting his clone across the room.
“On that bathroom floor when you came down my throat, soaked right through ’em,” she hummed, and pushed his underwear down to get at his dick for the second time that malton unit. She wrapped her hand around it with a happy sigh, head still ducked to mouth at the skin of his chest.
It was lucky that Barry Syx groaned at the combination of her words and her touch, because Barry Nyne did as well. He immediately shoved his hand into his mouth to keep himself quiet, and he could have sworn that she turned a little towards him with a smile on her face — but that could have just been a trick in the darkness. She definitely knew he was here, but it was hard to tell if she was just too horny to care, or if it was an invitation in.
Shit, but Barry Nyne could smell how wet she was across the room. He couldn’t decide whether to thank or curse Barry One, in that moment, but he did know it was enough for him to palm himself through his shorts, rubbing slow circles over the head of his dick through his boxers. His hand was so much bigger than Sid’s, and different in so many other ways, but the pressure on himself and how he could see her hand on the Barry Syx’s dick was similar enough for him to rock into his hand, seeking all of the contact he could without shifting his position at all.
“You wanna be inside me, huh? Gonna fill me up, get me all messy?” she teased.
Barry Nyne pressed the heel of his hand into his mouth. She always had a mouth on her, but she was leaning into it. That had to mean that she was playing it up for his benefit as well, right?
But she didn’t give Barry Syx a chance to respond before she shifted back, rubbing the head of his cock between her labia a few times before sinking down onto him. Barry Syx groaned deep in his throat, and Barry Nyne slipped a hand into his underwear, wrapping around himself and starting to jerk himself off in time with Barry Syx thrusting up inside of Sid.
“You’re gonna cum in me in two martrons flat, aren’t you? Can’t hold yourself back?” Sid moaned, her hips rolling in small circles. Barry Syx took a hold of her hips tightly, meeting her movements in a steady rhythm.
“Will have to hold out, owe you at least one,” Barry Syx mumbled, and she laughed, arching back to give him more access to her. And so she could tip her head back to look directly at Barry Nyne when she spoke. He took it as explicit confirmation to keep on the path; not that he would have been able to stop himself. Putting the breaks on at this point felt pretty damn impossible.
“Go on then. Get me off twice before you cum in me,” she said, all throaty and low. She shifted, though, to start to ride Barry Syx harder, snapping her hips down faster and with more urgency.
“Mmf, dirty play,” Barry Syx shifted, bringing his heels under him to get some leverage and fuck up into her. “Got a mouth too if… Void, I can't—”
Barry Nyne couldn't see as much of his clone as he could Sid because of the angle, but he could hear the slap of his thighs into her ass, and the familiar sounds out of his mouth. His hips jerked into the warmth of his hand, simultaneously wishing it was Barry Syx's mouth, or Sid's ass, but also that laying here and watching was the hottest option of the three. She was playing with both of them, and it was hot as fuck.
“Gonna — Junkmother, Barry — gonna lick your cum outta me?” she panted out, voice cracking and whining towards the end.
Both of the Barrys watched, rapt, as she chased her own pleasure, her hips pistoning and hand down between her legs to rub circles at her clit. It had been an age since she'd been horny enough to drag him into the dive bar bathroom to blow him — it was practically a miracle she had lasted this long. She cried out, a high pitched whine as she came; shuddering and slowing until she leaned forward, into Barry Syx's chest.
“Sexiest thing in the universe,” Barry Syx groaned, and Barry Nyne was inclined to agree.
Nyne couldn't hear her response, but he could hear the low and easy tone of Sid post-orgasm that he knew well enough. He could hear Barry Syx laugh, but breathless and strained; he couldn't help but imagine how she'd tightened around him, shaking and pulsing, and he groaned into his hand, tightening his grip around the base of his dick. He didn't want to miss out on the end because he came all over his hand as soon as he thought of Sid tight and wet and hot around him.
Barry Syx shifted, wrapping his arm around her waist and rolling them so she was on her back. She made a satisfied sound as her back hit the mattress, and he rucked up her shirt to get his mouth on her tits.
“Just get it off if you want that,” she said lowly, sliding a leg up to hook over his back and dig her heel into his ass.
“But you said —”
“Off,” she insisted, lifting herself off of the bed so he could pull it off over head and assault cannon.
He obeyed — given access to her without any clothing in the way meant he wasn’t complaining. If he would ever complain about an instruction he gave her.
He palmed at her breasts, revelling in the way that she rolled up into him, exposing more of herself in the low light for Barry Nyne to watch. He knew them both well enough to see that Barry Syx was close, and if she wanted, Sid could get him there in a few ribecs flat.
He started fucking into her in earnest, and she sighed happily, lifting her head to stare Barry Nyne down as Barry Syx fucked her. She reached up and entangled a hand in Barry Syx’s hair, holding him close, leaving him with no chance for him to catch what else was going on here.
“Fuck me, Barry, need you to cum in me so bad,” she said, loud enough for her voice to carry, urging both of them along with her. She split her attention between the two of them, watching both, revelling in the attention of both. Barry Syx took the instruction to heart, pulling her back into his thrusts, drilling into her.
That was how he came, buried deep as could be inside of her, face buried in her neck as he moaned her name. She made a little noise of appreciation, petting at his hair and back, keeping him steady as he came down.
But he barely took a break for himself before he shifted backwards off of the side of the bed and pulled her directly onto his face.
“Fuck!”
The surprise movement, and the enthusiasm with which he gave head was enough to send a jolt up her spine. Her hand never left his hair, keeping him in place, rolling her hips over and over his face. She looked over at Barry Nyne, desperate now, and Barry Nyne nodded, his hand working himself over, so close himself. All of him was starting to twitch in a way that he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself with whatever came next.
He might like to watch, but she liked to be watched just as much, knowing she was having an effect on him the entire time.
“Barry,” she gasped out, her eyes not leaving Barry Nyne’s face. And then, the silent nod, the instruction: Cum for us.
She watched, rapt, as Barry Nyne’s body shook with silent orgasm, over his hand and stomach under the sheet. Her lips curved into a smile and she arched off the bed, pulling at Barry Syx’s hair hard as her second orgasm rolled through her. Spikes of warmth and pleasure hit her again and again and again, as she rode Barry Syx’s face and stared at Barry Nyne’s attention and obedience in equal measure.
She flopped back onto the bed, letting him go after a few long moments. Barry Syx kissed her inner thighs a few times, tucked himself away and slipped back into the bunk beside her to nuzzle into her neck.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” she murmured, leaning into the warmth of the attention. “But someone might be back soon, can’t leave me here with my tits out.”
“Bullshit, just pull up the covers. You’re good,” Barry Syx mumbled, rubbing his face against her hair and inhaling deeply.
“Baby, you reek of the cum you ate out of me,” she snickered. “If Barry Nyne gets back then you know he’s gonna be able to tell.”
Her eyes flicked over to his bunk as she knew she was flying too close to the sun, but Barry Syx was both post-orgasm and still drunk, so it worked out fine. He sighed and rolled off the bed to get to the shower.
“You go. I got those nicer towels, I'll be there in a ’bec,” she promised, and stood up to steal a long kiss before he went. “Besides, I gotta find where you threw my shirt. You can get around shirtless but I can't.”
“Rude. You should be able to get around naked,” Barry Syx looked pleased at the thought.
“We don't expose Gunnie to that, you idiot,” she chided lightly, and pushed him out of the room — even though in truth, Gunnie might have been just as confronted by Barry Syx’s chest as hers. “I'll catch up.”
He laughed and let himself be pushed; as the door closed behind him, she perched at the edge of Barry Nyne's bunk.
“Got the impression you just wanted to cop an eyeful tonight, but you know you can join in whenever you want, right?” she asked softly, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.
“Mm. I was good,” he rolled his head into her touch with a blissed out smile.
“Good,” her expression changed in a way that was visible even in the dark, from soft and loving to something a little more mischievous. “You got anything I can take care of?”
“Nah, I — sorted myself out,” he reddened a little, but it deepened considerably when Sid tugged at the covers to expose his sweaty chest, and his sticky torso and fingers.
“Oh, I know,” she murmured and ducked her head to lick him clean, tongue dragging over the skin of his cock and hand. He groaned, his head rolling back and hips twitching at the unexpected contact.
“Fuck, Sid.”
“Wanna come shower?” she asked, cleaning up the last drops and looking up at him, heavy with implication.
“You’re never done, are you?” Barry Nyne laughed, rubbing her shoulder with his clean hand. “I’m good, sunshine. I’ll catch a shower after you two are cleaned up.”
“I don’t need to sleep, so — no,” she pointed out, and reached up for another kiss. There was a mixed taste of all three of them on her mouth, which was nearly enough to change his mind, but no — he had obligations early the next malton unit.
“I’ll get him through quick for you,” she rubbed at his side gently, and set about her tasks of finding the towels and her shirt. Unable to find her own, she plucked Barry Nyne’s shirt from where he’d left it at the end of the bed, and slipped it over her head. With a wiggle of her fingers, she left him in the dark to go track down Barry Syx while he sagged back into the bed and sighed.
This ship might be the death of him. Or it might be the best thing that ever happened to him.