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Fandoms: One Tree Hill, Veronica Mars, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Threesome, Shower!Sex
Pairings Dean/Veronica/Nathan
Summary: Nathan longs for Veronica to come home and decides to take matters into his own hands; however, when someone unexpected shows up behind him in the shower his world is transformed. Now add Veronica into the mix and you have yourself a fic.
Nathan Scott lays on his back dressed in only black boxers. His hands rest atop his stomach. The room is polluted with his snores until they transform into mere murmurs. Nathan slides his right hand into his boxers, while he uses his left hand to caress his chest. The murmurs increase in volume as Nathan’s hand increases in speed around his seven inches of man. He tugs at the animal ferociously screaming the name ‘Veronica’ louder and louder until his eyes are launched open and his right hand is drenched in cum. He realizes what he’s just done and feels a sense of disappointment.
Ever since Veronica took the job over at the FBI, his right hand has been left to do her job for him. Nathan misses her drugging scent, her luscious breasts; but most of all, he misses looking into her eyes as he thrusts his cock into her tight hole at full speed. She would moan so loud the neighbors who hear, but that didn’t matter to either of them. If woman weren’t meant to moan that loud then why were they given vocal cords? In hopes of rubbing off all disappointment, Nathan jets inside the bathroom. He walks into the shower with his boxers on as the water sprays over his abdomen. He rubs the soap over his pectoral muscles and watches the soap slide down his body.
The first time Nathan and Veronica had sex was in the very shower Nathan is in now. They were two uncontrollable rabbits in need of sexual satisfaction immediately. Nathan finishes rinsing off the leftover soap residue from his arms when he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. His enormous right hand wraps around the impression of his erection through his boxer shorts. The moist fabric creates unbelievable friction between his boxers and his cock, making him moan louder and more anxious to climax faster. He thrusts his cock into his hand, pretending it’s Veronica’s pussy until he’s ready to release it for good behavior. Nathan places his hand over the wet waistband, pushing it down in one motion. He receives confirmation upon hearing the loud thud once it hits the pearl tub floor. He then places his left hand on the blue tiles in front of him as the water sprays down his back and continues to jerk at his large member.
Meanwhile, the door to the apartment is slid open and someone walks in. The person hears the shower running and strips out of his or her clothes, leaving a trail leading up to the bathroom. They’ve made it inside the bathroom, albeit cloaked by all the fog from the shower. A hand grabs at the shower curtain and creeps up behind Nathan. Their hands slide down Nathan’s wet back as their lips whisper something into his ear: “I missed you.”
Nathan‘s ears perk up and stops tugging, excited to have Veronica finally home. He puts on a grin and turns around only to see Dean stark naked in his shower. His erection turns stone cold and Nathan has no idea how to react. What the fuck is his neighbor doing inside of his shower? Worse, what the fuck is his neighbor doing inside of his shower while he’s touching himself.
“Why don’t you let me finish?” Dean licks his lips.
“I thought you were Veronica!” Nathan instinctively covers his private parts with both of his hands.
“You can always pretend…” Dean strokes his own member
“That’s fucking gross. I‘m calling the police!” Nathan frees one hand, directing Dean to the door. “The same way you found yourself a way into my apartment find yourself a way out!”
“C’mon, we can make this work.” Dean smirks and tries to cup Nathan’s testicles
“DAMMIT DEAN!” Nathan uses his free hand to punch Dean in the face.
“Kinky! I love kinky.” Dean continues to smirk.
In the midst of their argument, a petite girl walks through the frame of the already opened door. She’s sees the trail of clothes leading into the bathroom to pays no mind to it believing the clothes to be Nathan’s.
The girl drops her keys onto a bowl beside her on a coffee table and yells out for Nathan to answer: “Nathan?”
Nathan can’t hear her though because of the water running behind him.
The blonde eventually follows suit by matching the trail of clothes on the floor with her own. When she reaches the bathroom, she pulls at the shower curtain and is given an unexpected sight -- her husband and their next door male neighbor together, naked.
“Great. My husband’s freaking gay.” Veronica continues. “Fan-freaking-tastic! They always say ‘Veronica Mars, you’re a marshmallow’ but it looks more like: ‘Veronica Mars, you’re a beard’.”
Nathan’s speechless, he can’t form enough words to explain his situation, only mutter out disjointed words. “He. I. thought. was you!”
“And you pretended he was me? Certainly the cherry on my sundae. Way to honor and behold there, Mr. Scott.”
Nathan sighed a breath of frustration, “No, I mean I had my back turned…”
“Stop, stop, stop….my stomach can’t take anymore and we‘re out of Mylanta.” Veronica insists as she covers her ears.
“You’re misinterpreting my words!” Nathan barks before jumping out of the tub and approaching Veronica. “I fucking love you. You know this. So why would you believe what you see?” He closes his eyes and presses his lips against hers, enveloping his tongue with hers. “And now that you’re back…” Nathan breaks the kiss, “I can prove it to you…” His hands guide themselves over Veronica’s ass, “I need to prove it to you.”
“The show must go on then?” Veronica places her arms around Nathan’s shoulders as she jumps and hugs Nathan’s hips with her legs.
Nathan and Veronica continue to passionately envelope each other while Dean remains alone on the opposite end of the shower. “Hello, creepy next door neighbor all by himself here.” He waves enthusiastically and waits for a response for either of them.
“I have an idea….” Veronica stops bucking into Nathan, only to go on all fours. “That way both of you can share me and then you can share each other…”
Nathan is the first to exclaim his concern. “What?! Share each other. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Please tell me you are.”
“You can share me, so why can’t I share you?” Veronica grabs Nathan’s cock and gives it two licks
Nathan is too busy shuddering to response quickly. “Yes, whatever, yes. Just. God, I missed this….Fuck. Yes. More. NOW.”
“That’s what I thought.” Veronica jams Nathan’s cock into her mouth and wraps her tongue around it.
“OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. VERONICA!” Nathan’s head pivots backwards missing the shower head by a few inches.
Dean grabs Veronica’s cheeks and spreads them apart. He forces his cock into them, forgetting about pacing himself. He’s an animal tearing away at Veronica’s backside while she is too busy enamored with Nathan’s cock.
After several heaves into Veronica’s ass, Dean explodes inside of her and rests on her back. He takes a minute to stare at Nathan who seems to climax seconds after him. Seeing the face Nathan makes after climaxing makes Dean’s cock stiffer and tighter inside of Veronica. He grunts and goes back to pummeling Veronica this time in the name of Nathan.
Nathan has no idea where to channel the buzz from his recent climax. He subconsciously grabs Dean’s head from behind and mashes both their lips together. When he opens his eyes, he realizes Dean’s own green eyes staring back at him. Nathan immediately moves back and spits to the side.
“You see? Sharing is caring!” Veronica giggles.
“You should share more often.” Dean suggests.
“Maybe I shouldn’t.” Nathan wipes Dean off of his lips.
Dean attacks Nathan with his lips and places a tight grip around his penis, stroking it violently. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I want you Nathan. I want you so bad. I’d sell all my vintage albums to have just one fuck with you. Hell, I’d even give up my Impala if you would stick your dick in me…” Dean licks the side of Nathan’s face as he continues to stroke Nathan’s penis.
To Nathan’s horror, he is actually enjoying the experience. He wants more and is instantly curious how having sex with the same sex feels. Before he agrees with Dean, he looks over at Veronica. When she nods back, he places his hand on Dean’s cheek and returns his kisses. “This will be fun.”
Nathan removes his hand from Dean’s cheek, using it to direct Dean’s head towards his own head while he continues with Veronica where him and Dean left off.
“I have…” Nathan violently mashes his lips together with Veronica, hot, “no words.” He continues as he bucks his hips into Dean’s mouth. “To describe this….”
“I recall you saying ‘fuck yeah’. Does that count?” Veronica places her hands around the back of Nathan’s head.
Before Nathan can respond his fluids are already traveling down Dean’s throat. Dean releases a sound as to say his thirst has been quenched and continue to suck on Nathan, smacking it against his face.
“I hope you’re enjoying this.” Nathan asks
“Oh, I am. I so am.” Veronica replies as she begins to playing with Nathan’s nipples.
Dean lets go of Nathan’s penis and turns around, only to insert it up his ass while beginning to fondle Veronica’s hole. Two fingers pierce her outer covering, delving deeper as he licks his lips and pecks Veronica’s lower lips several times.
“Oh my fucking GOD. HELL THE FUCK YES. I LOVE YOU.” Nathan moans as he thrusts rapidly into Dean’s ass and buries his head in between Veronica’s breasts. “I can do this all night FUCKING LONG. YES! YES! YES!”
Nathan releases feral grunts mixed with Dean and Veronica’s gasps as all three explode with euphoria at once. Nathan pulls out of Dean, while Dean removes his fingers from inside of Veronica’s clitoris. All three lay beside each other in the tub as the water shoots down on them. Nathan, Veronica, and Dean are exhausted, yet would not mind more.
“Veronica.” A voice fills the bathroom.
“Veronica.” The voice repeats itself.
“Are you dreaming of sunshine and kittens again?” The voice now takes a deep, masculine form.
Veronica disappears from between Nathan and Dean and reappears in her bed, awakened by the male voice. Apparently some of the best sex Veronica ever had was all inside of her head.
Veronica smiles, remembering what the man said. “Something like that.”
Almost immediately following Veronica’s dialogue there’s a knock on the door. The man takes a few steps towards, opening it halfway.
“Suuup, neighbor. My power’s out. Can I use your phone?” The voice on the other end of the door asks.
“It’s in the kitchen to your left.” The door is now fully opened for Veronica’s neighbor to come inside.
Before continuing to the kitchen, the man waves at Veronica and greets her. “Hey Veronica.”
Veronica’s embarrassed, she tries to hide it, but her rouge cheeks make it difficult to conceal her emotion. “Hi….Nathan…” She gives a lopsided smile and then turns head to face the window.
“Shitty weather we’re having, ay Dean?” Nathan picks up the telephone receiver and dials Deb’s phone number
“Fuck yeah, it’s raining outside like a bitch.” Dean agrees as he tries to find a shirt to put on.
Rain and two men stuck in my apartment…how wonderful. What a dream come true. Veronica mutters to herself underneath her breath.
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sci3ncegeek Fandoms: One Tree Hill, Veronica Mars, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Threesome, Shower!Sex
Pairings Dean/Veronica/Nathan
Summary: Nathan longs for Veronica to come home and decides to take matters into his own hands; however, when someone unexpected shows up behind him in the shower his world is transformed. Now add Veronica into the mix and you have yourself a fic.
Nathan Scott lays on his back dressed in only black boxers. His hands rest atop his stomach. The room is polluted with his snores until they transform into mere murmurs. Nathan slides his right hand into his boxers, while he uses his left hand to caress his chest. The murmurs increase in volume as Nathan’s hand increases in speed around his seven inches of man. He tugs at the animal ferociously screaming the name ‘Veronica’ louder and louder until his eyes are launched open and his right hand is drenched in cum. He realizes what he’s just done and feels a sense of disappointment.
Ever since Veronica took the job over at the FBI, his right hand has been left to do her job for him. Nathan misses her drugging scent, her luscious breasts; but most of all, he misses looking into her eyes as he thrusts his cock into her tight hole at full speed. She would moan so loud the neighbors who hear, but that didn’t matter to either of them. If woman weren’t meant to moan that loud then why were they given vocal cords? In hopes of rubbing off all disappointment, Nathan jets inside the bathroom. He walks into the shower with his boxers on as the water sprays over his abdomen. He rubs the soap over his pectoral muscles and watches the soap slide down his body.
The first time Nathan and Veronica had sex was in the very shower Nathan is in now. They were two uncontrollable rabbits in need of sexual satisfaction immediately. Nathan finishes rinsing off the leftover soap residue from his arms when he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. His enormous right hand wraps around the impression of his erection through his boxer shorts. The moist fabric creates unbelievable friction between his boxers and his cock, making him moan louder and more anxious to climax faster. He thrusts his cock into his hand, pretending it’s Veronica’s pussy until he’s ready to release it for good behavior. Nathan places his hand over the wet waistband, pushing it down in one motion. He receives confirmation upon hearing the loud thud once it hits the pearl tub floor. He then places his left hand on the blue tiles in front of him as the water sprays down his back and continues to jerk at his large member.
Meanwhile, the door to the apartment is slid open and someone walks in. The person hears the shower running and strips out of his or her clothes, leaving a trail leading up to the bathroom. They’ve made it inside the bathroom, albeit cloaked by all the fog from the shower. A hand grabs at the shower curtain and creeps up behind Nathan. Their hands slide down Nathan’s wet back as their lips whisper something into his ear: “I missed you.”
Nathan‘s ears perk up and stops tugging, excited to have Veronica finally home. He puts on a grin and turns around only to see Dean stark naked in his shower. His erection turns stone cold and Nathan has no idea how to react. What the fuck is his neighbor doing inside of his shower? Worse, what the fuck is his neighbor doing inside of his shower while he’s touching himself.
“Why don’t you let me finish?” Dean licks his lips.
“I thought you were Veronica!” Nathan instinctively covers his private parts with both of his hands.
“You can always pretend…” Dean strokes his own member
“That’s fucking gross. I‘m calling the police!” Nathan frees one hand, directing Dean to the door. “The same way you found yourself a way into my apartment find yourself a way out!”
“C’mon, we can make this work.” Dean smirks and tries to cup Nathan’s testicles
“DAMMIT DEAN!” Nathan uses his free hand to punch Dean in the face.
“Kinky! I love kinky.” Dean continues to smirk.
In the midst of their argument, a petite girl walks through the frame of the already opened door. She’s sees the trail of clothes leading into the bathroom to pays no mind to it believing the clothes to be Nathan’s.
The girl drops her keys onto a bowl beside her on a coffee table and yells out for Nathan to answer: “Nathan?”
Nathan can’t hear her though because of the water running behind him.
The blonde eventually follows suit by matching the trail of clothes on the floor with her own. When she reaches the bathroom, she pulls at the shower curtain and is given an unexpected sight -- her husband and their next door male neighbor together, naked.
“Great. My husband’s freaking gay.” Veronica continues. “Fan-freaking-tastic! They always say ‘Veronica Mars, you’re a marshmallow’ but it looks more like: ‘Veronica Mars, you’re a beard’.”
Nathan’s speechless, he can’t form enough words to explain his situation, only mutter out disjointed words. “He. I. thought. was you!”
“And you pretended he was me? Certainly the cherry on my sundae. Way to honor and behold there, Mr. Scott.”
Nathan sighed a breath of frustration, “No, I mean I had my back turned…”
“Stop, stop, stop….my stomach can’t take anymore and we‘re out of Mylanta.” Veronica insists as she covers her ears.
“You’re misinterpreting my words!” Nathan barks before jumping out of the tub and approaching Veronica. “I fucking love you. You know this. So why would you believe what you see?” He closes his eyes and presses his lips against hers, enveloping his tongue with hers. “And now that you’re back…” Nathan breaks the kiss, “I can prove it to you…” His hands guide themselves over Veronica’s ass, “I need to prove it to you.”
“The show must go on then?” Veronica places her arms around Nathan’s shoulders as she jumps and hugs Nathan’s hips with her legs.
Nathan and Veronica continue to passionately envelope each other while Dean remains alone on the opposite end of the shower. “Hello, creepy next door neighbor all by himself here.” He waves enthusiastically and waits for a response for either of them.
“I have an idea….” Veronica stops bucking into Nathan, only to go on all fours. “That way both of you can share me and then you can share each other…”
Nathan is the first to exclaim his concern. “What?! Share each other. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Please tell me you are.”
“You can share me, so why can’t I share you?” Veronica grabs Nathan’s cock and gives it two licks
Nathan is too busy shuddering to response quickly. “Yes, whatever, yes. Just. God, I missed this….Fuck. Yes. More. NOW.”
“That’s what I thought.” Veronica jams Nathan’s cock into her mouth and wraps her tongue around it.
“OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. VERONICA!” Nathan’s head pivots backwards missing the shower head by a few inches.
Dean grabs Veronica’s cheeks and spreads them apart. He forces his cock into them, forgetting about pacing himself. He’s an animal tearing away at Veronica’s backside while she is too busy enamored with Nathan’s cock.
After several heaves into Veronica’s ass, Dean explodes inside of her and rests on her back. He takes a minute to stare at Nathan who seems to climax seconds after him. Seeing the face Nathan makes after climaxing makes Dean’s cock stiffer and tighter inside of Veronica. He grunts and goes back to pummeling Veronica this time in the name of Nathan.
Nathan has no idea where to channel the buzz from his recent climax. He subconsciously grabs Dean’s head from behind and mashes both their lips together. When he opens his eyes, he realizes Dean’s own green eyes staring back at him. Nathan immediately moves back and spits to the side.
“You see? Sharing is caring!” Veronica giggles.
“You should share more often.” Dean suggests.
“Maybe I shouldn’t.” Nathan wipes Dean off of his lips.
Dean attacks Nathan with his lips and places a tight grip around his penis, stroking it violently. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I want you Nathan. I want you so bad. I’d sell all my vintage albums to have just one fuck with you. Hell, I’d even give up my Impala if you would stick your dick in me…” Dean licks the side of Nathan’s face as he continues to stroke Nathan’s penis.
To Nathan’s horror, he is actually enjoying the experience. He wants more and is instantly curious how having sex with the same sex feels. Before he agrees with Dean, he looks over at Veronica. When she nods back, he places his hand on Dean’s cheek and returns his kisses. “This will be fun.”
Nathan removes his hand from Dean’s cheek, using it to direct Dean’s head towards his own head while he continues with Veronica where him and Dean left off.
“I have…” Nathan violently mashes his lips together with Veronica, hot, “no words.” He continues as he bucks his hips into Dean’s mouth. “To describe this….”
“I recall you saying ‘fuck yeah’. Does that count?” Veronica places her hands around the back of Nathan’s head.
Before Nathan can respond his fluids are already traveling down Dean’s throat. Dean releases a sound as to say his thirst has been quenched and continue to suck on Nathan, smacking it against his face.
“I hope you’re enjoying this.” Nathan asks
“Oh, I am. I so am.” Veronica replies as she begins to playing with Nathan’s nipples.
Dean lets go of Nathan’s penis and turns around, only to insert it up his ass while beginning to fondle Veronica’s hole. Two fingers pierce her outer covering, delving deeper as he licks his lips and pecks Veronica’s lower lips several times.
“Oh my fucking GOD. HELL THE FUCK YES. I LOVE YOU.” Nathan moans as he thrusts rapidly into Dean’s ass and buries his head in between Veronica’s breasts. “I can do this all night FUCKING LONG. YES! YES! YES!”
Nathan releases feral grunts mixed with Dean and Veronica’s gasps as all three explode with euphoria at once. Nathan pulls out of Dean, while Dean removes his fingers from inside of Veronica’s clitoris. All three lay beside each other in the tub as the water shoots down on them. Nathan, Veronica, and Dean are exhausted, yet would not mind more.
“Veronica.” A voice fills the bathroom.
“Veronica.” The voice repeats itself.
“Are you dreaming of sunshine and kittens again?” The voice now takes a deep, masculine form.
Veronica disappears from between Nathan and Dean and reappears in her bed, awakened by the male voice. Apparently some of the best sex Veronica ever had was all inside of her head.
Veronica smiles, remembering what the man said. “Something like that.”
Almost immediately following Veronica’s dialogue there’s a knock on the door. The man takes a few steps towards, opening it halfway.
“Suuup, neighbor. My power’s out. Can I use your phone?” The voice on the other end of the door asks.
“It’s in the kitchen to your left.” The door is now fully opened for Veronica’s neighbor to come inside.
Before continuing to the kitchen, the man waves at Veronica and greets her. “Hey Veronica.”
Veronica’s embarrassed, she tries to hide it, but her rouge cheeks make it difficult to conceal her emotion. “Hi….Nathan…” She gives a lopsided smile and then turns head to face the window.
“Shitty weather we’re having, ay Dean?” Nathan picks up the telephone receiver and dials Deb’s phone number
“Fuck yeah, it’s raining outside like a bitch.” Dean agrees as he tries to find a shirt to put on.
Rain and two men stuck in my apartment…how wonderful. What a dream come true. Veronica mutters to herself underneath her breath.
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