“Oh, no,” Spike groaned, hearing the end of this as he returned with a tray of drinks. “Don’t get Angel started on all that metaphysics crap.”
“Too late for that, Spike,” Han told him. “These two look set to go all night.”
“They can argue for three rounds, starting with this one,” Spike said, and downed his drink in one swallow. “Same again, everybody?”
“This is a turn up for the books,” Angel said, “A way to make Spike buy the drinks!”
“You’ll be buying them soon, Irish miser. And you’re providing the bedroom.”
“What!” Angel spluttered. “What?”
“When you’re all drunk enough, we’re going back to the hotel. Simple.”
“All four of us. Going back to the hotel. Where I am providing a bedroom.”
Spike nodded. “That’s the plan, right Han?”
Han nodded, too, and looked apologetically at Luke. “It’ll be fun.”
~~~~~~
Sure enough, five or fix rounds later, all four of them were drunker, though none so drunk they couldn’t walk, and hornier, as Spike had hoped. They made their way, singing snatches of old ballards, down the four blocks that separated them from the old Hyperion Hotel.
Wesley met them at the door, let them in, rolled his eyes, and went straight back to bed. With luck, he thought he could use a pile of blankets about six feet deep to shut out the noises, and Gunn slept rather more heavily than he did.
Fred and Cordelia were still out, painting the town red (or more likely a tasteful shade of pink) so the other four had the place more or less to themselves.
“Got rats,” Angel was explaining, earnestly, to Luke. “Try to cut their heads with the sword, very difficult. Lightsabre better, do you think?”
“Yeah, reckon,” Luke slurred. “’Sabre better for everything.”
“Ooo. You gonna show us your lightabre, Jedi?”
“Han first,” the young knight- who was decidedly drunker than the rest of them, being neither a vampire nor Corellian- said.
Together, all leaning on one another, they stumbled up the stairs and into the king-size bed that Angel and Spike shared. “Too many clothes,” Spike declared, and proceeded to start taking his own off, while assisting Angel and Han as well.
Luke sat on the bed, giggling at them, until all three had fallen over. “Silly, use the Force. That’s would Ben would say. ‘Use the Force, Luke’,” he mimicked his old teacher, sending himself off into another bout of giggles. After a while, he sobered up a little, and starting doing just that.
When Spike found that his buttons were coming undone on their own, he laughed, too. “Look, peaches, magic buttons.”
“No, Force buttons,” Luke told him stubbornly, but didn’t stop undoing them.
Han, who had drawn on long years of practise to strip himself while drunk, decided it wasn’t fair that Luke was still dressed. He knelt in front of the Jedi, and- without bothering about the shirt- starting pulling at his trousers.
After a few minutes of fumbling and some help from Spike, who lifted Luke up from behind, Han got them down to Luke’s knees and looked up again. At which point he discovered that Spike hadn’t been the only one planning something like this. “No underwear, Jedi? And nearly ready, too.”
Luke just giggled again and ran his hand down Spike’s strong arm, still wrapped about him.
Han looked at his lover’s face, and then at his cock. He nearly tried to reach up and kiss those smiling lips, but the temptation to go straight for the blow job won out. He bent his head and started to lick and nibble, eliciting moans of pleasure from Luke.
Still holding Luke upright, Spike watched Han’s clever mouth and felt himself getting harder, as if the mere presence of his former lover, naked, hadn’t done that already. He wondered briefly where Angel was, but then as Luke wriggled harder under Han’s ministrations, Spike was distracted by the fact that his cock was rubbing against the top of Luke’s buttocks.
He closed his eyes and did some squirming of his own.
From a chair on the other side of the room, Angel watched this set up, enjoying it thoroughly but unsure of where he could fit in. Spike looked happy; Luke was plainly doing fine; only the dark haired pilot was without someone to ‘tend to his needs’.
Carefully, because the room was spinning a little, Angel moved across to kneel behind Han. He slide his hands over muscular shoulders, around the wide chest, and down to the thick cock. Soon, the rhythm of Han’s mouth, transmitting itself though Luke’s body to Spike and backwards down Han’s spine to Angel, had the three whose mouth were free moaning in unison.
Luke came first, spasaming against Spike, which tipped him over the edge. Angel, watching Spike’s face as much as Luke’s, orgasmed over Han’s back, and squeezed his cock as he did so. Han jerked back into Angel’s firm body, and came.
It took them a good half hour to pile into bed, but they all found space to sleep somehow.
The End. No, really. I mean it!