Music is the breath of a soul

Mirror Image - Jared Leto/Shannon Leto

2009-02-05T11:13:56Z

QTR: Jared and Shannon/Mirror Image
Cross posted to: shanimal_q and jared_q

Shannon slammed his hand onto the mirror as he pushed back, hips thrusting. "Come on Jay, fuck me!"

Panting, fingers digging deeply as he snapped his hips forward, Jared Leto grunted as his teeth nipped his older brother's shoulder. Scoring the tender flesh with tiny, angry red lines, he changed his stance and once more slammed deeply into Shannon's ass, practically lifting the smaller man off his feet.

Both hands on the mirror, Shannon stared into his eyes; dark, heavy, nearly glazed with lust. And over his shoulder, Jared's eyes; sapphire blue, glowing, feral almost as he again pushed deep. Using the angle to his advantage, Shannon lowered his chest and pushed against his brother's forward thrust. "Fuck yeah... oh fuck.. fuck..." Cock swinging and bobbing with the hard movements, Shannon felt it brush over the rough edge of the vanity, sending yet more stimulation through his body.

His brother’s back was sweaty, the tattoo that adorned and partially wrapped around his left shoulder blade glistened with it; the colors magnified beneath the moisture. Sliding both arms around Shanon at his waist, or a bit lower, Jared lifted his brothers feet from the floor and pounded into him. "What's the matter Shan, didn't get fucked enough last night?"

"Shut the fu... fuck up and fuck me!" Shannon refused to rise to the bait, refused to tell Jared that he and Bren... That thought wasn't for now and he refused to mix the two. Of course, the teasing wasn't what he needed either, especially when he was so damned horny... desperate and nearly willing to... "Just fuck me!"

Placing his hands on Shannon's chest, Jared pulled him upright. "Put your leg on the vanity Shan, wanna see my cock sliding into you."

With more agility than grace, Shannon complied, then using one hand, gripped his balls and cock, lifting them out of the way for a better view. "Holy fuck..." There, reflected in the mirror, they could see Jared's slick cock buried between Shannon's ass cheeks, the tight ring slightly puckered as his brother slowly pulled out. True the angle he had to hold his body wasn't all that comfortable, but fuck it all, the sight was worth it!

Jared grunted as he pushed back in, loving and hating the slow pace. "God... fuck it, Shan. I'm gonna ram your ass. Gonna make you feel so good baby, make you..."

"Jared, shut up, I'm a sure thing. You don't... shit! Right there... oh fuck... you don't need to sweet talk me... I'm not one of... ohfuckohfuck!" Jared's tempo had changed, and Shannon could feel the nearly brutal stretch and pull in his ass, the demanding pace catching him off guard. "Not one of your bitch boys! FUCK YES!"

"Liked that huh Shan?" Leaning closer, Jared bit his brother’s neck, hard enough to be felt, but not enough to leave a lasting mark. Eyes locked on to golden brown as he thrust faster, the sweat stinging.

Finally breaking the staring contest, Jared slid his gaze down the mirror, stopping when he reached the view of where his body joined the others. "Fuck... that’s hot... so hot... fuck yeah." Reaching around Shannon's waist, Jared gripped his brother’s cock, trapping Shannon's hand between. Jerking and stroking the hard length, the younger sibling matched his thrusts to their joined hand movements; his climax curled into a tight, hard knot in his lower belly, finally erupting as he mouthed hot kisses along Shannon's shoulder blade.

Shannon was beyond words, the teeth, thrusts... and finally a much needed hold and stroke on his hard dick, and he whimpered, eyes riveted between his own legs. He felt the moment Jared came, even through the condom, Shannon just knew and shuddered at the intense pleasure of knowing he'd brought his brother to that. Their hands move erratically over his own cock now, pulling or pushing at odd times, but it was enough and several strokes later, his come jets and then splashes against the mirror, leaving think whitish streaks that slowly slide down the slick surface. The sound he made as he came couldn't even be described as words, but it didn't matter; Shannon dropped his head back, letting it come to rest on his brothers shoulder.

Bringing his hands up Shannon’s body, over his belly and ribs to his chest, Jared cupped his brother’s pecs, massaging the hard muscles there. "Was good babe... damn good."

"Yeah," Licking his lips with a dry tongue, Shannon nodded, his head rubbing along Jared's collar bone. "... feel boneless now."

Jared laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles and bouncing back to them. "You're always boneless after a fuck." Carefully pulling out he tied off the rubber and tossed it into the trash.

"Shut up Jared." Shannon's voice was subdued, bordering on sad.

"Hey, what's up? You okay? Did I..."

"Shhh, Jay... just, shhh." Shannon lowered his leg and turned to face his brother, "You know what..."

Jared's smile was a bit sad as well; he pulled Shannon into his arms. "Come'er you sap." Cradling the smaller man in his arms, he rubbed their cheeks together, Jared's hands gently soothing over the Shannon's sweaty back. "Love you." Shannon was a cuddler, always had been and would probably always be; he needed to be held after sex, didn't matter if it was a simple blow job or a full out fuck, if Shannon needed it, Jared would make sure he got it.

Turning so their lips brushed; it was gentle, full of their need and care for each other. Shannon sighed, "Love you too."

26 September 2008; Nothing Studio; Trent Reznor/Shannon Leto; PG

2008-09-28T12:33:09Z

[Cross posted to reznor_q and shanimal_q]

Trent was totally engrossed in fiddling with a new piece of music ... Still not right. He frowned and tried again changing the tone slightly. "Better but not quite there," he muttered not realizing that there was a figure in the doorway of the small recording studio.

Jared watched as the other man worked, his body a study in concentration as he worked on something. Unable to see exactly what it was, he leaned forward, body straining and over balancing him. Stumbling a bit, Jared righted himself and cussed lowly. "Stupid shit... not like you ain't had these feet all your life..."

The sudden noise broke Trent's concentration and with a blink he pulled his headphones off and looked up. "Um hi," he mumbled. "Sorry..." He glanced around still a little vague until i dawned on him who the person could be. "Jared? Is that right? You here about the studio?"

"Yeah.. Hey, sorry - didn't mean to interrupt." Walking forward, he extended his hand in greeting. Casting his eyes around the place quickly, he nodded. "Nice set up."

"It's small but the acoustics are great," Trent said as he shook Jared's hand. "You want a beer?"

"Cool, thanks." Looking at the console, Jared grinned. "Messed with one of those a while back... got my hand slapped for it. Kinda learned not to touch, which is why I'm looking for a studio now."

Trent passed a cold bottle to Jared and sat at the console. "Not so hard ... come 'ere I'll show you."

Taking the bottle, he nodded his thanks as he followed Trent to the monstrosity. "How the hell do you know what button to push?"

"You get the feel of it," Trent said and turned on the music he'd been fiddling with earlier. "I'm trying to get the bass levels right on this; want it strong without it killing the melody line." He slid a couple of levels and cocked his head, "hear the difference?"

Frowning in concentration, then shaking his head 'no', Jared closed his eyes and whispered. "Do it again?"

Trent grinned and repeated the process, but this time he held his palm over Jared's eyes so he had to concentrate on the sound.

"Subtle.. but there." He whispered, not wanting to miss a beat of music. "God... never realized how minute a change could really make a difference." Feeling the warmth of the other man's hand on his face, Jared grinned. "No peeking huh?"

"Keep 'em shut and you try it," Trent said and moved his hand to cover Jared's fingers and place them on the controls.

Grinning, he then quickly winced when some jarring note blared in his ear. "Fuck!" Shaking his head slightly, he used a more gentle touch and fractionally moved the dial. Sighing, his grin returned. "Wow... that's so freaking cool!"

"See," Trent grinned and took a mouthful of his beer. "It's not that hard. Just takes time, patience and a lot of beer."

Hoisting his own bottle, Jared grinned, "Beer.. and plenty of it I can do! So... what next?"

"Next we talk business," Trent said with a grimace then a wink. "Do you have a band or need any session musos? Time-wise I'm pretty flexible ... People tend to hang around here jamming all the time so bring a few beers and you can stay as long as you want."

"Mostly me... though the guys may come in too.. and maybe my brother. He likes to mess on the drums." Relaxing back, Jared nodded as he spoke, ideas and thoughts tangling in his mind.

"That would work." Trent got up and hit a few keys on his computer to bring up his booking table. Not much happening over the next month; Southern Decadence has them on the streets I guess so if you want you and your brother can come in get the feel of the place before you make a formal booking."

"That'd be cool." Shifting, his body relaxing slightly with the beer on a partially empty stomach, Jared nodded at the computer. "You go out and do Southern Decadence?"

With a noncommittal shrug Trent lifted the beer to his lips and drained the bottle. "I'm doing a show at Missing Mile and knowing the after parties I'll probably be too out of it to do much else. What about you?"

A single shoulder, negligent shrug preceded Jared's answer. "Haven't really in the past, though I suppose I should at least experience it." A fleeting smile crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. "Might tag along with my brother, but... not sure how that'd go with his boyfriend."

Trent glanced over at Jared and was tempted to ask why someone as cute as him didn't have his own partner but personal shit was never something he was comfortable with. Instead he said, "Hey, you could always head over to the Mile if things don't go as planned."

"Okay.. I know a lot of clubs in the area, what's the Mile?" Jared shoved his hands in his back pockets, rocking slowly back and forth. It was rare for him to be still; his energy level had often had his mom threatening to tie him down.

"Missing Mile," Trent grinned. "My place just down stairs. Gets hot, heavy and sweaty. Just the place to let go."

Jared perked up, "Oh yeah? Details man, give me details!" Jared hadn't seen any action in a while - Shannon aside - and he was in the mood to explore all of a sudden.

Trent leaned forward, grabbed a flyer for an upcoming show and handed it to Jared. "Here man, come see us play I'll add your name on the door."

"Think I could drag my brother along?" Eyes on the glossy paper, Jared's eyes were darting from item to item. "Shit, this looks like... fuck... this looks great."

"Drag anyone you want," Trent smiled and sighed. "Everyone is welcome at The Mile. No-one judges there."

The last comment brought Jared's bright blue eyes swinging up, wondering if this Trent was making a veiled point. "No judging huh? That leaves things wide open."

Trent couldn't help but laugh at Jared's reaction. "Well bring your brother and I'll provide the rest of the fun," he said and hauled himself up. "Okay, I better get my shit together and do some work to pay for this place."

"Thanks man." Hand extended, Jared grinned, showing a bit of his mischievous side. "I'll call with dates and we can see what works. The Mile... anything and no judging; I'll definitely have to bring Shan there."

"You're on," Trent grinned and shook Jared's hand.

Backdated to September 11th 2007. Club/Letos house Channing Tatum/Jared Leto/Shannon Leto. NC-17.

2007-09-16T11:10:55Z

cross-posted to our_quarter, channing_q, jared_q, shannon_q

The bodies were swaying, hips grinding, hands in the air. The lights were blinding or gone, taking snapshots of faces and of hopes, only to erase them next. The crowd was partying like it was 1999. A night full of possibilities, when everything and everyone was for grabs for someone young, dirty, pretty and not afraid to take it.

Channing certainly was not going to spend a night like this alone. Something was in the air. He was buzzed on a few Bacardi and Cokes, and on life. He was going to freak his night away, and then take the fun elsewhere. The first pretty ass which came his way, it got lucky. Channing's hand felt good, resting on it. Until someone's fingers entwined with his own. Even in the heat of the club, along with the rush of his pulse, Channing felt an unfamiliar shiver. He leaned back, incredulously. Yes, there was another hand resting on the same bottom. When he followed it to a slender shoulder, and higher, he found shockingly blue eyes, staring back at him. So very blue.

"Claiming possession of something?" Keeping his voice low and raspy, Jared enjoyed the surprised look on the slightly younger man's face. Dropping his gaze from a very appealing face, Jared took in the rest of the body. "Hmmm, I might be tempted to change my mind... very nice."

"Don't need to claim what's already mine," Channing stated the obvious. The next, impending step would be to square his shoulders and ask, "And who the fuck are you?" But, he suddenly knew the answer to that. Only one man could have this much sass, and this much baby blue.

"I know who you are. Three last guys I've done, they say they've slept with you. Jared, isn't it?"

Their fingers were still touching.

Jared raised his eyebrow, staring at the other man. "I must be slipping if they're conscious already..." Deliberately scanning the body before him, Jared quirked a half smirk. "Nope, not bad at all."

"That's what they said. A cocky bastard who lives up to his rep," grinned Channing. The conversation was becoming far more interesting than the ass underneath his hand. The night like this, a man gotta do things to remember.

He sent off the guy in between them away with a light slap. Maybe another time. Jared's fingers were still in his hand, so Channing pulled him towards himself, swift and sure. They were face to face now, close enough to take their breaths away, and fuck, the other one was looking good. Channing leaned into his ear, speaking low, "You have plans for the evening, Jared?"

"Rather confident aren't you? Who's to say I won't go after..." Watching the fleeing man move through the crowd, Jared smiled fully. "whoever that was?" Bringing his gaze back to the man before him, Jared tugged on his hand. "Possessive?"

"Would you like me to be?" Channing opened his hand to show the other man's fingers were free to go.

Curling his fingers around the now lax ones, Jared tugged his... companion? closer. "You know, the way you let go of me so quickly might lead me to think you're not interested..." Again his eyes swept over the lithe form before Jared responded. "I know I am."

Channing had been hearing of Jared Leto for months now, had seen him on the dance floor. Never alone, always free. Probably the same thing people were telling about himself. Now the Jared was looking him over, with his angelic eyes of a whore. And Channing was fucking drowning.

His free hand slid in the back pocket of Jared's tight pants, drawing him close, closer, on top of Channing's body. His fingers locked with Jared's, no longer letting go. Not interested?! "Let me show you."

"Brave offer... but I don't do public displays. Much." Taking a fractional step forward, Jared brushed their bodies against each other again. "But, if you're of a mind to show me the wares ahead of time, I doubt those around us would mind." Sliding his free hand through the other man's hair, Jared tugged it back, arching, exposing the long line of his neck. One hot, wet lick from base to ear and Jared stepped back, a wicked smile on his lips. "Tasty."

Channing shivered under his tongue. It was supposed to be his move, but he could not deny the thrill of being with someone who did not blindly follow his lead. This was going to be a wild ride. He laughed. And pulled his tank top off, taking a bare second to tuck it loosely in his back pocket. And twisted around himself in a swift, easy move, catching Jared's eyes on the flip side. Dancing he could do, and he was as comfortable out of his clothes, as in them.

"Fasten your seatbelt," he grinned and slid his hips over Jared's side, nudging him into dance. His hand found its way around Jared's hipbone, and it felt just right.

Allowing the other man to lead for a moment, Jared fitted his body to his partners. "You know, if this is any good, I may just ask for your name." Grabbing hair again, Jared tugged back on it again and fastened his lips to the hollow at the blond's throat.

"Where are you better, in bed or on the dance floor?"

"Tell me tomorrow."

His head was getting lighter, along with Jared's pointed licks and a hand tugging on his short hair. He ignored the oblique name question, as he knew names were easily forgotten in the rush of first impressions. He was going to make sure Jared remembered his, later. His hand was wandering up and down Jared's slender back in tune with the beat. Damn, he could do this all night. Their bodies were swaying together like they'd been practising it. Even in this Babylon of other bodies getting it on, people were staring at them with recognition.

Channing was all for giving a good show, especially the one where he and Jared fucking Leto ground into each other's handsome laps with growing urgency and in perfect rhythm. For someone who was not into public displays, Jared was going along with it so beautifully.

"You are a brash handful aren't you?" The question was mumbled against sweat-tangy skin as Jared dropped a hand and grabbed onto his dance partners ass.

"I'm a handful alright, but something tells me you can give me a run for my money," Channing flashed a quick smile and swayed into the touch, and back into Jared's heat. Fuck, he wanted that body. As much as he would hate to unglue himself from Jared, from his scent and from his heady presence, he could no longer be satisfied with dirty dancing. "Want to take it elsewhere?"

Giving the flesh in his hand a firm squeeze, Jared grinned wolfishly, "Have a place in mind? There's a sep... there's a room at my place, but my brother could be there... and I don't want to wake him when I make you scream your pleasure." ROlling his hip against the other man's thigh, Jared licked his lips.

Something told Channing Jared was not exactly following the same script here. They were two leads, vying for the spot for one. The more challenge Jared was getting to be, the more Channing wanted him, deep in his bones. "Everyone should be out on the night like this, getting it on. At worst, we wake him and he gets the hint." Channing brushed his finger on the line of Jared's chin. "How do you feel about me shutting you up with kisses as we fuck, you biting and licking into my mouth, going fucking blind from the need to let it all out?"

"I like the idea you think you can... as for my brother. Lets just say he's tired and needs his rest." Slowing his moves more, Jared pulled the other man closer by his ass cheek, grinding their groins against each other. "Do we need to discuss logistics? Who's doing what?"

"I drive," muttered Channing in answer to both questions, losing himself in the promises this body was giving him. His hands were on Jared's behind, and he was no longer following the rapid beat of the music, but the slower base line of their mutual need.

"Good, because I didn't... what do you like?" Sliding his hand up and away from the swell of flesh, Jared traced a finger along the indent where his partner's spine was.

Who shivered again, teased into a complete distraction. "God, I'd like to do everything to you. You ready to go?" Unintentionally or maybe not, Channing was manoeuvering them towards the exit. The green letters were blinking as a sign none of them was seeing.

Smirking, Jared trailed his finger again. "I could be persuaded." Inserting one of his legs between the other man's, Jared lifted his knee slightly and brushed against his partners crotch.

Channing seriously considered lifting Jared up and dragging him off the floor somewhere less public and with more space to spread themselves. It was maddening how he wanted to get down to it and how Jared was pushing and pulling him. He slid his hand up his partner's knee until he found what he wanted and palmed it, watching the expressions flutter across Jared's face. Really, he could watch Jared's face forever. So fucking beautiful.

With lazy heat in his voice, he drawled into the other man's ear, "I think you've already made up your mind." And started kissing his neck, his hand busy below, cranking up the heat.

Jared, after controlling his features, smiled gently at the other man. "What if I change my mind then?" Jared wasn't a cock-tease, but he liked to know how serious his prospects were for each encounter.

"Do I look like a date rapist? I will just come back here and leave you at home. Though I cannot say I would not regret it," he looked into Jared's eyes earnestly.

"I don't fuck bareback." It was a bald statement, one full of his convictions, but also of his intentions.

"Who does, man?! You're hot but no one's that hot, ya know?" Channing run a hand up Jared's neck, brought their foreheads together, burning up with the touch. "I'm safe. I'm good to go. All I want to do is to get it on with you. Do we have a problem? God, you're hot, look at this mouth. Want to fuck you so bad. Are we on?"

Jared let the man's heated words tumble over him; unfortunately not everyone was safe or practiced that way, so Jared'd learned to ask. "Good. Stop babbling and lets go."

Talking was O.V.E.R. Channing all but dragged Jared out of the club, bulldozing through the throng of dancing bodies, and into the heat. It was hot even at night and it was not helping his already poor patience. He unlocked the door of his truck for Jared, but then slammed him into it for a second, their bodies flush against each other. He leaned in, as if for a kiss, and their lips brushed but he did not follow through, and trailed his lips up the line of Jared's cut cheekbone. He pushed himself away, his hands on the truck, with a teasing smirk, and then sauntered off to the driver's seat.

Well, one thing could be said for this guy, he had potential. Jared, for his part, smiled to himself as he remained leaning against the truck side, he wasn't a pushover, but he wasn't stubbornly prideful either. "I suppose that's your way of saying, "Hop in?" Leaning his head into the opening, Jared stared at the other man.

"Unless you plan to walk home horny, alone and only to find your brother there. That's not a way to spend a Friday night," laughed Channing and put the key into ignition. He patted the leather seat. "C'mere, man. Hop. In. Hop in. Hop. Hop. Hop. In," he was rapping and smiling playfully at Jared.

"Oh man... you almost lost me with that rap-shit..." Smiling, Jared hoisted himself onto the seat, his thoughts on what the driver had said. /Finding Shannon at home wouldn't be a bad thing necessarily. "So, you need directions from me, or are you that good?"

"Not that good," laughed Channing and put his hand on his knee. "So, where to? I hope you live in town, because I'm not in the mood to drive for hours. I'd rather..." He squeezed lightly and let his hand travel upwards.

"Yeah we own a house in the Quarter. End of the road swing a left." Jared ignored the questing fingers as he feigned indifference. He liked playing these games, hadn't had a challenge like this guy in ages and it felt fresh and exciting again.

They drove in silence as Channing was not enough of a genius to do three things at once: so he chose to drive more or less straight and to keep Jared focused on why they were here. One hand on the wheel, another in the other man's lap.

"So, do we do the idle chitchat, or just keep quiet until we make each other scream our heads off during the fucking?" Watching the white stripes pass, Jared realized at that moment it must have rained while he was in the club. Most likely Shannon was outside taking pictures. Bringing his attention back to the man beside him, Jared spread his legs slightly and tipped his hips. Why not enjoy.

"I don't have a nervous habit to talk all the time, but you go ahead." Hard to keep this car on the road, as there was a very distracting handful in his passenger seat. Who was literally offering.

Channing felt his fingertips skirting a hard familiar outline and inhaled with an audible hiss. Damn. His hand wrapped around Jared's cock. He wished he could look with more than a corner of his eye. His car veered slightly to the middle of the road. Up and down, palming through fabric, back to the right lane, squeeze and release. He was hoping Jared was taking them home the long way.

A low moan of appreciation had Jared tipping his head back, hips up and teeth chewing into tender flesh. "Very nice. Talk is over-rated. Actions are better."

One hand on the wheel, another in the other man's lap, foot on the accelerator. Channing wanted to get there faster. He might not have been into taking a cock anywhere but his hand, but he sure loved a feel. Was the A/C even on? He was hot.

"Take 'nother left... there..." Breath heavy, eyes partially closed and forehead dotted with sweat, Jared was truly enjoying this ride.

Channing turned both his wrists left and really, his pants were starting to get too tight for him. He was racking his mind for a reason not to go upstairs. Frankly, the car was big enough for two and it had been proven many times over. Except that maybe he did not want to do it in the dark with Jared. Too fucking sexy like that, head thrown back. Want to see more. "Are we there yet?" he asked like a kid on a roadtrip to Disneyland.

"Few..." Licking his lips, searching for moisture, Jared spoke through a dry mouth. "Few more streets." Bumping up with his hips, he humped into the drivers hand.

"So fucking hot, Jay. Hold it for me," muttered Channing, and a good thing no one was out on the road because everything outside was getting blurry. He'd never be able to find the way back, he had no idea where he was going. In contrast, Jared's cock in his hand was so real, he could have sworn his hand already knew through the fabric how the flesh would be like.

"There." His arm shot out, pointing to a drive way on the right. "Home. Now." Talented fingers had made for a very pleasurable ride and Jared was looking forward to it being continued inside.

With a screech of tires, the truck got parked across two spaces, one wheel on the grass, and Channing was out of it almost at the same time the engine stopped. He paused, hands planted on the front of the car, waiting for Jared. Following his movements with just this side of predatory.

Unbuckling, Jared slid from the car, his hand automatically searching his pocket for the keys to the house. "It's dark... Shannon's either asleep or out." Seconds later, he was in the house and flipping on the switch for the lights.

Assuming he had an invitation, Channing was hot on his heels. He looked around with a professional eye, noting the house was kept well, and the exits. Always important for a timely retreat. But now, all he wanted was to advance. He lightly hooped his fingers through Jared's belt, from behind, so to follow him around better, and now was twisting his head around, curiously.

Taking the other man's entrance as acceptance of what's to come, Jared felt the tug on the back of his pants. Turning quickly, Jared pushed the other man against the wall, hips grinding then retreating. "Want a tour or directly to the bedroom?"

"Well, if you are going to bring me into your own bedroom, then my name is Channing. Frankly, I'm not sure I can even take an abridged tour." He caught Jared by his neck and brought their foreheads together. Whispered, "Wanna fuck you so bad."

/The bedroom.../ Tipping his chin up just enough, Jared joined their mouths, lips sliding across each other. Murmuring against the moist flesh, he agreed. "Fucking sounds damned good."

Catching that murmur on his tongue at last, Channing parted his lips for a hungry, more sexual than a foreplay, kiss. His hands tugged on Jared's belt, undoing it quickly and blindly pushing him towards what had to be the nearest bedroom door. He wanted some skin.

"Kitchen... come with me." Redirecting them down the hall, Jared pushed open the door to the bedroom and hauled Channing inside. "Better in a bed than the table... though..."

"Anywhere," laughed Channing. "Anywhere you want, though if I break it, I don't pay it." He was baring them both, as the bed, on which he'd be finally, finally fucking the Jared fucking Leto, was this close. He turned Jared around, his hands all over the flat, smooth planes of another chest, playing with the nipples, and whispered into the back of his neck, pressing his hard-on into this slim, fantastic ass, "How do you want it, baby? All fours, on your back, riding me? What do you like?"

"Fours, I like it rough sometimes, and that's what I'm in the mood for." Jared may be the bottom tonight, but he was no way submissive... and always knew what he wanted when he wanted it. Quickly unbuttoning his jeans, Jared let them slide down his legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

"Ok," nodded Channing. He didn't need to know more than "fours" and "rough" and "in the mood", and so he grabbed all he needed from his pants' pockets, before kicking them off. He dropped the little bottle and the little square where he could see them. At the side of the bed now, he put both hands on Jared's shoulders and ran them down his back in admiration, sliding the rest of the other's clothes off his legs. He pressed a hot, sucking kiss between Jared's shoulders, "Trust me on this, just let yourself go," and suddenly kicked his legs apart as he was pushing Jared's back to bend. "Elbows on the bed, so fucking sexy like that." He knelt behind Jared, took in the view for a few seconds. Daaaaamn.

As much as it was hot to just watch Jared stand like this for him, his legs apart and the glimpse of his hard-on, Channing liked to get down and dirty. So he poured a generous amount of lube on both hands and reached for both hole and cock, at the same time.

"Not gentle, not tonight..." The bed creaked under him as he shifted; between he and Shannon it'd seen a lot of action and wasn't exactly solid any more. Once Shannon complained about how the banging of the spiraled headboard knocking against the wall had woken him up.

"You might have forgotten how it's on the receiving end. Not blowing my own horn, but you will need some prep. Damn, you're tight. Would feel so good in your ass." Channing already had two fingers inside and was working them, waiting for Jared's body to accommodate the intrusion. As he did not see why his other hand would be doing nothing when a body like this was standing like this in front of him, he ran the slicked fingers along the length of Jared's cock. He squeezed it with a fevered 'so hard, Jay' and started jacking him off in rhythm with what his fingers were doing elsewhere. He wanted Jared loose for him.

"That's it boy, right... oh fuck... there..." Jared closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to simply feel what the other man was doing to his body. "Twist your hand some..." Thrusting back and forth, he shoved his cock deeper into Channing's clenched fist, or impaled himself further on questing fingers.

"Fuck yourself on me, yeah." Channing's mind was nearly blown just by watching Jared getting off. He was going dizzy just keeping up the twist of the wrist in front and the searching thrust of his fingers in this hole. He gave himself sixty seconds or until the next sound Jared would make. Then he was going to get this fuck really going, or come into his own lap.

Readjusting himself on the bed, Jared pulled his knees up some, opening his lower body. "You all finger or will... ohfuck! you use... yourcock?" The creaking of the bed punctuated each thrust and shove, growing louder as Jared began to move erratically.

As an answer, Channing straightened himself and dealt with the condom on the count of one-two-three. He was ready yesterday. "No, I'm all cock," he said in a low voice and guided himself in, without holding back. He reckoned Jared would be ready by now too and was not 'rough' on the menu? His fingers nearly slipped off Jared's slim hips and fuck, tight but he thrust the last three inches in. He saw stars by the end of it, but no one could walk away saying Channing was afraid to use his inch.

Gripping the spinals of the headboard- bought specifically for that reason - Jared steadied himself and breathed through the breeching, his breath shallow. "Nice... now ride me hard!"

Hands spanning the width of the small of Jared's back, Channing pushed him lower for a better angle and drove in, both snapping his hips and yanking the other man on top of his cock for more impact. That felt so good just to let it all go, after all the chase and all the uncertainty.

Using as much of his body as possible, Jared slams back onto Channing's cock, trying to, wanting to feel each burning, punishing thrust. Pushing out with his arms, the headboard, inevitably, begins to smack the wall. The trickling sound of plaster dropping to the hard wood floors is lost behind Jared's gutteral breaths, his growls and grunts. "Fuck yes!"

"Fuck yes indeed... Jared, you're such a slut." Wiping one hand across his sleep heavy eyes, Shannon smiles sloppily at the two men on the bed. "Lovely."

"Whoa!" Startled, Channing froze at the sound of someone else's voice and pulled out half-way, almost breaking his neck to see the intruder and figure out if he should fight or flee. He was not in a state to remember about any brothers or roommates or any company Jared might have mentioned. People barging in during sex, that was never an easy one to fix - the mood or the broken furniture. "Dude?" he asked, half-tentatively, half-menacingly.

Jared growled, a low menacing filled sound. "Shannon you prick! Either close the fucking door on your way out or in; Channing, move!"

Shannon smirked and closed the door on his way in. "Channing... right? Hell, don't matter. Boy, move your ass, Jared's waiting to be fucked." Pulling his sweats off, the older Leto sibling sat on the chair nearest the bed and began to fondle his not quite attentive cock. "Let me know if you need any help, okay?"

"Jay?" asked Channing carefully, eying the gatecrusher. He almost did not mind carrying on with it, as, frankly, being buried deep in Jared's really great ass was much better than getting self-conscious and pulling out. However, this was quite a left turn this night was taking and he needed to be sure everyone else was on board for this new development.

Jared looked over his shoulder, eyes staring hotly at Channing, "Fuck. me. hard. and. NOW!" Turning his needy eyes on the voyeur, Jared glared at him as well. "You just going to watch?"

Shannon nearly laughed, Jared aroused and hard and not getting what he wanted was an amusing sight... for a moment or two. "What about your partner?" Looking at Channing, Shannon tipped his head. "You wanna make this a trio?"

Oookay. Was this Christmas? Channing raked his eyes along his body, straying here and there. Jared's roomie certainly had bright ideas and yeah, more than just ideas, it remained to see if he had style. He slowly started to drive into him again, deep and teasing, and making sure it got Jared winded enough, so they could manage some important logistics negotiation over his head. "Fuck yes. What's your plan, man? Don't get any ideas about my ass and daisy chains."

"Don't worry about that, the boy over there is a receiver," Pushing back with his hips, Jared ground his teeth as Channing stroked over his prostate, hissing as the pleasure spiraled through him. "Suck me... Sha... fuck, mouth... now!"

With a quirky grin, Shannon moved toward the bed, his eyes watching the slow, deep thrust of Channing's cock as it disappeared into Jared's body.

With curiosity, Channing looked back. Jared had it made, hadn't he? A good-looking roommate who would willingly spice up an evening and entertain the guests, and probably would keep Jared warm when he was too lazy to go out. Was not Channing's luck. Except that his roomie was looking more than good. He chased the thought away. He waited for Shannon to slide undearneath Jared and prayed that the bed would not give out with the combined weight of three grown-up men. He did slow down, distracted.

Moving to the bed, Shannon manouvered himself so he could have free access to Jared's thick cock, which at the moment was happily playing tap dance against his belly. "Suck me, Jared... come on babe, make it good." Seconds later, Shannon's mouth was too full to talk, but he managed to communicate in other ways. Slipping one hand between Jared's legs, and then the man currently fucking him, he began to massage Channing's balls.

Jared closed his eyes for a second, then opened them to the sight of Shannon's cock nestled expectantly in a dark thatch of wiry hair. "HOld on a sec, gotta grab him." Not waiting for Channing to slow his thrusts, Jared removed one hand from the headboard, pulled Shannon's cock up, and into his mouth, his head dipping to make up the space.

Head tilted for a better angle and eyes riveted to Jared's hollowed out cheeks, as he was working that cock... Channing swore quietly and happily. This was like filming good porn. Or better, dreaming of filming good porn. The knowing hand between his own legs meant he was getting something out of the threesome apart from a viewing pleasure. He pushed Jared's hips down into that mouth, making sure to rake over his spot as he thrust down to the hilt. "Fuck that mouth, Jay," he muttered. "You lucky bastard."

Unexpected, Shannon gagged a moment, but then relaxed his mouth to take in more of Jared's length. Tongue swirling, sliding over the silken heat, he bobbed his head, only fractionally, but it was enough for him. What Jared's mouth was doing was pure sin however, the feel of teeth lightly scraping, closing, pressure, then releasing to be followed by a soothing tongue... Keeping the hand between Channing's legs happily fondling and rolling the lovely set of heavy balls, Shannon reached up with his free one to place it on Jared's cheek, pulling on the skin, he managed to seperate the halves of his ass.

Jared could feel the change in his body when Shannon gripped his butt, feeling the pull of flesh stretched his hole in a new shape. The plunging of Channing's cock in and out of him... striking his prostate just right, had Jared swing his hips in an erotic, erratic pattern, seeking both Shannon's mouth and Channing's dick.

The rhythm the three of them found... the slap of Channing's hips, Shannon slurping sounds, Jared's raspy breath, the bed creaking, the swallowed oaths. Damn, three times more fun. Channing bent himself, trying not to lose the rhythm, and found Shannon's head down below. He gripped his hair, "Hey, Shan. I know what you want. More of that cock you're sucking. So greedy, I can fucking hear you think it. Go for it, I'll hold your head up. Now."

Shannon wasn't sure what the other man was talking about, and it didn't matter; he had Jared's cock down his throat... again. Relaxing his muscles further, he managed to take it deeper, stopping when the wiry curls tickled his nose. Hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder, Shannon kept the hand on Jared's lover's balls busy. Shame he'd not gotten around to introductions, but it didn't matter. Fucking was fucking.

Tipping his head, Jared ran his teeth over SHannon's cock, grazing it then soothing again. Swirling his tongue around the head, Jared licked and sucked just at the tip, stopping and closing his eyes every once in a while when Channing's cock did something especially nice to his ass.

Channing's cock decided to be even nicer and changed the angle, deliberately starting to hit Jared's spot. He held Shannon's head up higher to give him more leeway to tongue and suck at Jared's cock. And he was not sure how long his back could keep up the circus act or his own cock obey him, but Jared had to be served for being such a wonderful, inventive company with very entertaining friends. In fact, what was Jared's secret to keeping an obviously sexual relationship so open?! God, the way Jared was clenching by now...

When Jared began to bob his head, sucking and pulling on Shannon's cock, he groaned around Jared's, pulled his mouth off for a moment, groaning even louder now that his mouth wasn't full. "Ahh, fuck... that's it Jay, suck me... sweet mouth, baby brother, sweet mouth!" Thrusting a few times with his hips, Shannon returned to sucking Jared's cock.

Jared just bobbed faster, harder - pulling Shannon's cock deeper.

'Baby brother? The fuck?' thought Channing with a corner of his mind, through his hovering on the point of no return, holding on tight to keep control. That was some strange dirty talk. He got it when people mentioned daddies, but this had to be the first. Whatever rang their bell, really. He was just getting off them getting so wild and frenzied with those two words. One of them had to come soon, though, or Channing would just blow his own brains out through his dick, next time Jared would shove wantonly back. Maybe pushing the same button would help. Maybe they had a thing for that, dirty talk. "Hey Jay, how does it feel to have a stranger's cock filling up your needy ass and your baby bro's sweet mouth on your dick?"

Pulling off Shannon's cock, Jared lay is head on his brother's thigh, his hand dropping from the headboard to grab Shan's dick. "Got... oh fuck... got it wrong... I'm the young... younger... oh fuck Shan... Channing godfuckyes! younger brother..." Jared popped his hips up and down fucking SHannon's mouth and his ass on Channing's prick. "Shan... older.. than... ohfuckyesfuckyesfuckfuck me..."

'What? No, what?' Channing's hips snapped for the 'brother' word, out of their own volution, and he could not for the life of him stop the orgasm which slammed into him, at the same time as the realization of where this intimacy, the dirty kind of right between the other two was coming from. He had to grip onto Jared to just stay upright as he was coming in shudders. This was so fucked up. Felt as good as only a truly messed up, forbidden thing could feel. His mind was reeling as his body was shaking with pleasure which just did not quit. Even when he probably could have moved away, he stayed over Jared's back, listening to the twisted harmony of the two bodies beneath.

Shannon felt it first, the steady, thrumming twitch that told of Jared's nearing climax; sucking harder, he readied himself to swallow.

Between Shannon's sucking and the lovely warmth that seemed to fill him from Channing's cock, Jared teetered on the brink, hung there balanced for that infinitesimal moment when everything was crystal, then plunged, dropping into the vortex of his climax. Pumping his hips, Jared groaned as his balls emptied, spilling into Shannon's willing mouth.

When the first hot splash of seed touched his tongue, it set Shannon, and he too erupted, his seed coating his brothers' experienced hand.

When Channing felt them to wind down, he withdrew with a wince. So to just let them be together or lie down or whatever. He did not even think they remembered right now they were not alone, the way they looked. Channing felt the chill of a guest, who would soon overstay his welcome. He cleaned himself up (that room really was equipped for everything) and, after a moment's hesitation, grabbed a towel for the brothers. He reached to wipe Jared's behind, thinking that it was a beautiful, beautiful ass and was not he lucky to get it. But he knew he could not keep it. He was intruding. In his mind, he wished luck to someone who even tried to break this bond. So beautifully fucked-up. He found his clothing, at least his pants and his trainers, forget the tshirt which was nowhere. And slid out of the door, and into the kitchen.

Jared flipped himself around so he was face to face with Shannon, after giving him a gentle kiss he rose from the bed. "I'm getting Channing, you opposed?"

"No Jared, get him, bring him back... you haven't introduced us. Pretty bad manners of you." Stretching, arms extended above his head, the older Leto sibling smiled. "Go. He may not wait."

Walking naked from the room, Jared stopped in the hall trying to hear where Channing was. A soft shuffling sound from the kitchen alerted him. Stepping into the bright room, Jared leaned a shoulder against the door. "Going somewhere Channing?"

Pants half-way down his hips, Channing was looking for pen and paper, so he could do the unthinkable and leave a note. Maybe with a phone number, maybe to tell Jared how much of a total mindfuck all this turned out to be. He turned around, fast, not expecting to be busted in the flagrant delit of leaving or to see Jared looking so good, fucked out and still, gorgeous even in the bright, unmerciful light of the kitchen. "Out," he muttered. "I'm going out."

Instead, he walked up and leaned in to kiss Jared, slowly and differently than the other times, with an open mouth, still hot from the things they had all shared.

"You don't have to you know... besides, it's been pointed out to me that I haven't introduced you to my brother yet." Jared licked his just kissed lips, enjoying the flavor of Channing. "Your choice though..."

Emily Post did not exactly have a chapter on sex between siblings in the good manners book. Neither did she know anything on threeways, and frankly could have used a good tumble in bed for a livelier style. So Channing did what felt right. He nodded, and brushed past Jared, back into the bedroom. He paused at the threshold, but then stepped in. "I'm Channing... so, you're Shannon, huh?"

Rolling to his side and resting his head in the palm of one hand, Shannon smiled. "Yep, that's me." Patting the bed, he winked. "Sit down, we can chat." It didn't bother Shannon that he was as nude as Jared who now stood in the doorway.

Oookay. Channing threw a glance at Jared's silhouette and sat down, putting a hand on Shannon's thigh. "What you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know.. this and that." Shifting on the bed and making the springs squeak, Shannon plumped the pillow behind his head. "See, I don't do the bar scene the way Jared does, so ettiquite and protocol and all that shit are lost on me. So... Why Jared?"

"Oh for fucks sake, Shannon!" Jared shook his head as he moved to the bed, scooting in behind his brother where he could face Channing. "Ignore him, he's an ass at times."

"Are you seriously giving me the big brother talk, man?" Channing suddenly felt like laughing, all the tension going away. All considering, it was surreal. Well, he owed an answer to someone who made this fuck very memorable. "I see that the not caring about the rules thing... it runs in the family. It is Jared, you've seen Jared, everyone wants Jared. I guess I got lucky tonight. Right, Jay?" He threw a glance at Jared, asking him for a little help here.

"Kinda think I got lucky too... least ways my ass thinks so." Yawning, Jared draped an arm over SHannon's hip. Giving his brother a slap somewhere in the vicinity of his lower belly... and missing, Jared rested his head on his older brothers shoulder. "I admit to being a fine piece, so I can certainly understand why you'd want me."

"Jared you shit, that's my dick you're slapping." Shannon wiggled a bit, not really hurt. "He's such a prick at times, but, yeah, he is a fine piece." Watching Channing intently, Shannon waited for his reaction.

Channing started to shift, the inevitable burning on his tongue, "So, you guys do that? The together thing? Are you like those very open boyfriends? Except that you're..." Ok, that was a bitch to get out. "... brothers."

Shannon looked over his shoulder at Jared, his expression softening. "We... some people won't understand, and I'm not about to try and explain. Yes, we have... we fuck with each other. We don't hide it, but we don't flaunt it either." Turning back to Channing, Shannon stared at the other man, squarely in the eye. "If Jared was worried about you, how you'd react to this... he'd have put that on the other side of the door."

Jared nodded as he pointed at the simple string of Mardi Gras beads and hanging on the door handle, neon green and ugly as sin. "That gets hung on the other side." Jared sat up and look at Channing. "That also means you're invited back... maybe not for Shannon, but I'm always willing."

This should have a lot to process, but there was always a part inside Channing, which saw a kindred soul in someone who had a little kink and a little twist and still, deserved as much chance as anyone else to be happy in their own, different way. "I'll be back," said Channing, catching Jared's fingers and pulling his hand down, to rest on Shannon's chest. He issued an awkward invitation, "You don't be a stranger too. You know where I hang out. Don't always have to fuck. I was going to leave my number."

Player info

2006-07-27T22:02:56Z

Mun name/nick/handle: Bee
Mun journal: bee_ta_baby
AIM:dompupdom
Yahoo: beebeeegun
E-mail: bee_ta_baby
When you can be reached and preferred method:

East Coast US... Email is fine, but Im'ing me is quicker

Pup Name: Jared Leto

Pup YM:
Pup e-mail: demandingdom@gmail.com

Pup’s age/DoB: 34 - December 26, 1971

Pup's physical info:

5'9", dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, lean and well toned.

Marks: one of his band's symbols on his right wrist

Pup's location: French Quarter

Pup's orientation: Gay, top

Pup's hobbies:
Music in general, making music (has a band with his brother Shannon and two friends, he writes all the songs, sings and plays the guitar), photography, art, painting, history and mythology, reading.

Game connections:

Shannon Leto shanimal_q is his older brother

Type of Characters Pup Likes:

Likes funny and witty people with an appreciation for music and arts

Play situation :

He seems to be a very easy-going and bubbly funny guy, comes across a bit slutty at times, but that is just the surface ... There is more to him than meets the eye at first sight but this side of him he'll only show close friends and family.

Jared is single and not looking for romance, gave up on the concept of love after some bad experiences. Whenever he needs to get laid he will find someone willing. He is mostly just looking for a good time and is not opposed to friendships.

Bio:

Jared and Shannon were both born in Bossier City, Lousiana. Their father left the family when Shannon was 6 and they grew up with their single mom doing all kinds of jobs. They moved quite often from one town to another, so that they couldn't really keep friends they had made and often felt like they had only themselves to depend on, which left the brothers very close.

Jared had made numerous attempts to find work. The brothers would often walk home together, and one night Jared tried to hide the fact that his shirt was ripped. Shannon noticed. Jared's boss, two days later offered Jared an apology through bruised lips and a black eye.

After many years of growing up fairly poor, fate finally smiled on them when an uncle left them a larger amount of money when he died without children of his own. At age 18 Jared graduated high school and began looking for just the right job; he hasn't found it yet. So now he works gigs at night with his brother when they can get them and during the day is a bike courier. Jared figures it's a job that pays him to work out, his body is in great shape and he's proud of it. So is Shannon.