fic: sweetest thing since whenever

Sweetest thing since whenever
Zac Efron/Vanessa Hudgens/Ashley Tisdale, 1,262 words, NC-17.
Notes: For flash_indie. Hope you enjoy it! ♥

Ashley’s still been a little hesitant about this, still not as quick to join in as they’d like. And all Zac and Vanessa can usually do about it is pull her in, kiss her and kiss her and kiss her until she stops holding back.

Back in his trailer, Zac kicks his feet up on the coffee table and laces his fingers over his stomach. They'd only shot for six hours today, but then there'd been a lot of dancing, and he hadn't been able to get this one stupid move down on camera, resulting in a lot of tiring retakes. He thinks he can feel a headache coming on. He really just wants to sleep.

He may or may not be a little cranky at the moment.

"Zac!" a voice warbles highly through the thin metal of the door. "Mr. Efron, please, can I just have one little picture, please? And maybe your autograph?"

Zac rolls his eyes, calls out, "Door's open."

Vanessa and Ashley enter the trailer, wide, playful grins on both of their faces. Vanessa (who's done filming for the day, and Zac allows himself a tiny moment of jealousy) has already changed out of her costume and into a comfortable shirt and sweats, while Ashley's still in costume. A costume that consists of a tanktop, gloves that go up to her elbows, and white shorts that are very... short.

"Did you know that's only funny for, like, the first time you ever do it?" he asks.

"Oh, Zac," Ashley says as she drops onto the armchair sitting catty-corner to the couch Zac's slumped on. "I know you know I'm the funniest friend you have. You don't have to pretend anymore, Corbin's not here."

Zac snorts rudely, opening his mouth to free her of her delusions, when Vanessa covers it with her hand.

"Hi," she says. "Hey."

She's kneeling beside him on the couch, still smiling. Zac moves his arm to press his hand to the small of her back, slide it down to palm the back of one thigh. Then he tugs her over, hard enough to cause her to fall across his lap, laughing. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, eyes squinting a little.

"Oh, Zac," she says, and he gets the briefest flash of deja vu, "you're so dreamy that I've swooned."

"Shut up," Zac mutters, almost laughing as he bends down to kiss her. Her mouth is sweet, slightly sticky with lip gloss, and her hair is soft when he slips his fingers into it. He runs his hand down her side, slipping his hand under her shirt to touch the bare skin of waist lightly. She sighs and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Zac’s suddenly thinking of a thousand different ways he could be spending his break instead of napping.

It’s probably considered rude to make out with and nearly feel up your girlfriend while another person is right there. So Zac also sighs and breaks their kiss, but keeps his hand on Vanessa’s waist, rubbing his thumb in circles.

When he looks up at Ashley she’s examining the tips of her gloves as if they’re the most fascinating thing in the room. Her legs are crossed, and the shorts she’s wearing are seriously short, and he really can’t help the way his eyes drop to look at her bare thigh. He thinks Vanessa might possibly be staring at the same thing, which just makes him smile.

He clears his throat. “Something you waiting for, Ash?”

“Didn’t want to be rude and interrupt, or anything,” she says, and her smile is slightly cool. But her the tops of her cheeks are also slightly red, giving her away.

Ashley’s still been a little hesitant about this, still not as quick to join in as they’d like. And all Zac and Vanessa can usually do about it is pull her in, kiss her and kiss her and kiss her until she stops holding back.

“Get the hell over here, Tisdale,” Vanessa says, biting her lip and reaching out.

At that, Ashley finally gets up and crosses the small space of the trailer. She kneels in front of Zac and Vanessa, kisses her full on the mouth. Vanessa makes this sweet noise, letting go of Zac to cup Ashley’s cheek.

And that’s absolutely something Zac will never ever get tired of. Watching them together, feeling them together. Being able to slide his hand over Vanessa’s stomach, toying with the waistband of her sweats before slipping his hand under it. He grins when he feels that she’s not wearing underwear.

“Huh. Did you come over here expecting something?” he jokes.

Vanessa and Ashley break apart, Van to stick her tongue out at Zac and Ash to climb up onto the couch and settle between Vanessa’s thighs. Zac’s still got his hand down the front of Vanessa’s sweats, cupping his hand over her heat, so he can feel it when Ashley wriggles around and pushes her hips down.

Things speed up after that, all of them moving to slip out of their clothes, Ashley mumbling about wardrobe killing her if she got any suspicious stains on her clothes. Then they move around and settle with Ashley sitting up on the couch, Zac and Vanessa down on their knees on the floor and pushing her legs open.

The thing about going down on Ashley is that she’s fucking loud, and Zac would be lying if he said that didn’t make doing it about a hundred times hotter. He keeps one hand on her leg to keep it spread, bends his head to lick a long, hot line over her cunt. Ashley exhales, “oh,” like she’s surprised, pushes her hips up into Zac’s mouth. He closes his lips around her clit, sucking hard for a moment, pulling back when Ashley moans and Vanessa tugs at his hair.

Watching Vanessa put her mouth on Ashley, watching her suck her own fingers into her mouth before pushing one inside Ashley is the best thing. Vanessa usually makes these sounds when she goes down on Ash, little hums under her breath, too, like she can’t help how much she’s enjoying it, and it always goes straight to his dick. He squeezes a hand around his cock, already fully hard, and leans back in, cheek pressing against Vanessa’s as they work to bring her off together.

When Ashley does come, she arches up off the couch, pushing her hips up into their mouths and fingers, moaning long and loud. Zac leans back, dips his fingers inside Ashley one last time, then bringing his hand down to smear that wetness over his cock. He tightens his hand, moving it faster and faster.

He’s embarrassingly close, so turned on just from the taste of Ashley on his lips, and he just watches as Vanessa climbs back up on the couch, murmuring something to Ashley that he can’t hear before kissing her on the mouth. He watches as Ashley touches Vanessa slowly, lazily running her hands over her body before slipping them between her legs.

All it takes is the sight of Vanessa riding Ashley hands, grinding down as she comes to finally push him over edge.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pressing his sweaty forehead against the couch cushion in front of him. He shivers a little when one of them, he can’t see which, scratches their fingers lightly over the nape of his neck.

Then he climbs up onto the couch with them, presses close, not for, like, a cuddle, but just to feel them breathing against him as dumb as they may sound. Just to be able to lace his fingers with Vanessa’s over Ashley’s hip.

And Vanessa, she kisses Ashley, then him, laughs for no apparent reason at all and Zac - well. He’s definitely not feeling cranky anymore.