Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Gloria Grey/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Gloria Grey/Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Scott Hunter & Carter Vaughn

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Carter Vaughn, Gloria Grey

Additional Tags:

Open Relationships, Queerplatonic Relationships, Sexual Fantasy, Threesome - M/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Service Top Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bisexual Carter Vaughn, Dom/sub Undertones, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Language:

English

Series:

Part 8 of hypotheticals

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Published: 2026-07-26 Words: 4,370 Chapters: 1/1

and you know, we're on each other's team

Summary

And now comes the part they have to get just right. Scott catches Carter’s eyes again and Carter nods as if to say ready when you are. They know this, their bodies know this, and it feels the same way executing a play together does: perfect synchronicity. Just with a slightly different goal in mind this time.

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Scott is, as always, on a mission to give Kip everything he wants.

Notes

Maybe not one for the group chat, is what Kip had said about the little fantasy he spun out for Scott.

It feels a little fuzzy in his memory already, almost dream-like, even though it’s barely been a week. But the moment had a certain kind of magic to it; middle of the night, Kip home from his date with Carter and the buzz of the darkroom still somehow clinging to him, humming under his skin in a way that Scott wanted to chase with his tongue.

And, no, it hasn’t made it to the group chat so far. Kip almost seemed a little bashful about it after, which is unusual. Because while Scott knows that they say all kinds of things they might not mean when they’re both half a minute from orgasm, there was something about this that he feels might hold at least a little truth.

So with Kip uncharacteristically quiet about it, he pieces the clues together himself, and finds that he really likes the conclusion he arrives at. He considers it while they’re making dinner one night, and ends up just blurting it out.

“Do you want to do the thing you said?”

Kip gives Scott a bemused look and puts aside the knife he’s holding to chop tomatoes with.

“I don’t think I understand the question,” he says. Which is fair. It could have been a little more specific.

Scott feels now like he could also have chosen a better setting for this conversation. His hands smell like the garlic he’s just thrown into the pan. The water for the pasta needs attention. But, as soon as things clicked into place in his head, he felt like he needed to address it.

“The other night, you were talking about, uh – someone coming in your mouth at the same time that –”

“I remember,” Kip cuts him off, voice high, cheeks a little pink. He busies himself with the food and turns his back to Scott.

“I was just wondering if that’s something you’d like to do.”

“I, uh, said a lot of stuff that night,” Kip tells the pasta pot, and Scott goes to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Kip’s waist, chin on his shoulder.

“And did you mean any of it?” he asks, lips grazing the side of Kip’s neck. That feels like a better approach to the discussion.

“I think maybe I did. I’ve been trying to figure out which parts I might have meant.” Kip sighs and leans back against him, tilting his head to the side in clear invitation. Scott accepts only too happily, trailing kisses down his neck.

“Carter isn’t the only one who gets to experiment, you know. You can ask for stuff, too.”

“Let’s say I wanted that,” Kip says, turning around in Scott’s arms. Pasta bubbling away, garlic and onions sizzling, tomatoes long forgotten. “Not the whole thing, just – what you said. You zeroed in on it pretty well.”

The truth is, Scott fucking loved tag-teaming Kip with Carter. It wasn’t exactly planned that time on Kip’s birthday, but it felt good, they worked well together, and Kip was clearly into it.

Scott kisses him, slow but with enough intention that there’s a very real chance dinner will be forgotten altogether.

“We’ll fill you up so good, baby,” he whispers, low and deliberate, and Kip makes a breathy little noise, leaning his weight into Scott as if his knees suddenly feel weak. “Let us take care of you.”

The pasta boils over.

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When Scott finds himself in Carter’s bedroom for the main event the following weekend, it isn’t quite going how he first envisioned it.

But then, he’s also very much not complaining about his current position: tied to the headboard next to Carter, the scarf he gave Gloria wound elegantly around his wrists and one of the bars on the headboard behind him. That, and the other scarf around Carter’s wrists in the same position, are also the only pieces of clothing left between the two of them.

Kip is sitting in front of them still in his boxers and t-shirt, and Gloria stands by the end of the bed, also still mostly dressed, looking satisfied as she surveys her work with her hands on her hips.

Scott has been the one to make most of the arrangements this time, because Gloria has decided he needs to work on becoming better at the communications aspect of it all, and he begrudgingly agreed with that. She has high expectations and doesn’t let him just squirm his way out of conversations that make him uncomfortable the way she did that first time. But she’s also generous in her praise and rewards even small steps, so it’s always worth it to push through. Not only because he likes putting his head in her lap and being told he did well, but also because it feels like it’s something he can do for Kip, in a way.

They all know the next step in the plan and Scott watches Kip take his underwear off and Gloria lay out a bottle of lube and a plug for him.

“Oh, in fact,” she says, and Scott can tell by her face she’s just had an idea that’s designed specifically to torture him. “Why don’t you do this part in Scott’s lap?”

Kip is very amenable, his smile sweet but also betraying a little too much enjoyment of what he’s about to put Scott through, and a moment later, he’s straddling Scott, kneeling over him, and starts working himself open on his own fingers.

He’s close enough to kiss, close enough to touch, except Scott can’t. Not with his hands tied, and not with Gloria’s fingers tapping his cheek in reprimand as soon as he even tries to lean in. He’s only allowed to watch.

Kip plays it up a little, Scott knows he does, and he loves that Kip is feeling confident like this even with all four of them here, because he should be; he should feel safe and wanted and loved, because he is.

Next to Scott, Carter may not be quite as affected yet, but he’s definitely looking. He’s also a little preoccupied, Gloria now sitting next to him on the bed and running her hands all over him as they watch Kip together.

Either way, if all Scott is permitted to do is look, then look he will: at the muscles in Kip’s thighs, tense and bulging out where he’s up on his knees on either side of Scott’s legs, at his cock between his legs, still mostly soft and looking like Scott would love to suck it into his mouth and feel it grow full and hard against his tongue. At Kip’s chest, hidden under the light blue cotton of his t-shirt, but the outline of his pecs visible. At his arms, one twisted behind his back and muscles shifting with the way he’s pressing his fingers into himself, and finally at his beautiful face, lips parted and his breath coming in soft gasps, eyes dark and focused on Scott.

Kip visibly exhales and then shivers when his fingers slip out, his other hand reaching for the plug. He hesitates and tilts his head, looking at Gloria with a little sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh,” she says, responding to whatever psychic ping he just sent out to her. “Dramatic, I like it.”

She kisses Carter (and why is Carter allowed kisses and Scott isn’t, this is unfair) and then moves down the bed so she can kneel behind Kip. He takes his shirt off and sits back on his heels just enough to make himself smaller than her, and Gloria wraps an arm around him from behind. She makes it a performance as Kip must have intended: fingers pushing through his chest hair, over a nipple with just enough friction to make it pebble into hardness, and then over his collarbones and up his throat, tilting his head back to rest against her shoulder.

Scott can’t fight the sound that makes its way out of his throat then, and his entire body feels tight with desire. It’s a little humiliating, with both Carter and him watching this already naked, because everyone in the room can see so clearly the effect it has on them – Carter is half-hard and Scott has been pretty much all the way there since Kip came to straddle his lap. It’s not that he’s embarrassed about it, exactly, but it is...exposing.

Carter leans against him so their shoulders press together, the only range of movement either of them really has, and Scott appreciates the contact to ground him a little.

Kip sighs, eyes slipping closed, and trails his own fingers over his belly, the touch looking almost absent, but Scott sees the intention behind it. Gloria picks up the plug and presses a kiss to Kip’s temple, the little humming sound she makes requesting permission.

“Yeah,” Kip breathes, “go ahead.”

Scott watches Kip’s abs flex and his mouth drop all the way open in a quiet gasp when Gloria pushes the plug into him, and he feels Carter tense next to him for a second in sympathy.

“Feel good?” Gloria asks, so casually, as if they’re talking about literally anything else.

Kip nods and pushes back up to his knees, pulling himself up with one hand on Scott’s shoulder now, and Scott is so ridiculously grateful to be touched that a shudder runs through his whole body.

He just wants to be good to Kip. To make him feel so good.

They all know what’s going to happen next. Gloria comes to Scott’s side of the bed this time, while Kip moves off of Scott’s lap and settles between Carter’s legs, rubbing his hands up the insides of his thighs as he pushes them open.

“Okay, okay, cool, no problem.” Carter is muttering to himself, looking down at Kip, and then bites his lip, probably to help him keep quiet. He’s fully hard now, and Kip hasn’t touched him yet, is barely even breathing on him, but Scott sees his cock twitch.

“All good?” Kip asks softly and Carter nods, his eyes wide.

“Aren’t they cute?” Gloria is pressed against Scott’s side, one arm slung around his shoulders and her fingers stroking through his hair.

That maybe isn’t the word he would have picked right now, not when it feels like his body is pulling itself apart in its need to touch Kip, and when Carter stutters out a moan as Kip wraps his fingers around him.

Scott makes a frustrated sound that’s all longing and Gloria leans her head against his. “You just keep being good, honey, you won’t have to wait much longer.”

Kip looks up and his eyes briefly lock with Scott’s before he turns them on Carter and takes him into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my God.” Carter groans at the sensation and Scott only barely holds himself together.

Kip looks amazing. He always does, of course, but there’s something about this, seeing him with his mouth full from a slightly different angle than Scott usually would, eyes closed and his head moving up and down slowly –

“I can’t,” Scott tells Gloria, because it feels like dying suddenly, not being able to touch Kip. “Please.”

But Scott hasn’t said stop, so this isn’t going to stop.

“Shh, it’s okay, you can do it.” She understands his pleas as a request for comfort he could never actually voice and presses a kiss to his forehead, stroking her hand down the side of his face. “Look at him.”

As if he could do anything else. Kip is taking Carter deeper now, but he’s clearly in no hurry. Showing off a little bit, maybe, because Kip gives spectacular head. And Carter is clearly feeling it, gasping as he drops his head back, meeting the wall behind him with a soft thud.

“Babe, you do remember you’re not supposed to come yet, right?” Gloria asks him over Scott’s head and Carter says something that doesn’t even sound like a word. Scott really hears him.

“Kip, slow down a little, honey,” Gloria says, and Kip does, slowly pulling off and licking up the underside of Carter’s cock until his lips settle around the head and he looks up at him again.

“Gahh,” Carter says, which is almost a word.

Kip sucks him like that for a little longer, light and easy, and then lets him slip out of his mouth. It seems a little cruel to stop there, but they have plans. Carter won’t have to wait for long.

“All right,” Gloria whispers to Scott and unties his hands behind him. “You’ve been so good. So patient. Go get him.”

It’s almost like a switch flips in Scott’s brain. He barely gives Kip a chance to even breathe before he has him on his back, diagonally across the bed with Carter’s feet still somewhere in the way until he yelps when Scott bats at him blindly and pulls his legs up. None of that matters. Scott kisses Kip like he’s starving, hands all over his face and arms and chest, tongue in his mouth and his head hazy with need.

Kip is smiling into it, as much as he can with Scott devouring him anyway, and he twists his fingers into Scott’s hair, kissing him back with the same fervor.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Scott barely gets the words out until he’s on Kip again, swallowing his moans right out of his mouth, rubbing his cock against Kip’s. “I want you so bad, it’s making me crazy.”

Scott is so consumed by it he almost forgets that Gloria and Carter are even in the room with them for a moment. There’s just something about having Kip put on a little show for him, and then seeing him with Carter, but not being able to touch him the entire time. It’s not exactly possessiveness he’s feeling, it’s just that there’s no room for anything right now but Kip.

“Come on,” Kip whispers, pushing at Scott’s shoulder a little so he’ll let him up enough to turn over onto his front. They reposition themselves on the bed so Kip’s head is between Carter’s legs, and it’s the first time Scott looks at Carter and Gloria again with any kind of attention.

Carter has been untied as well, and he’s making out with Gloria next to him, one hand moving between her legs. They look like maybe they’ve forgotten about Scott and Kip for a second, too.

Even though Scott knows he’ll be inside Kip within the next minute, he can barely focus. There’s so much to want here, and his hands trail down Kip’s back, over the curve of his ass, dipping between his cheeks to push on the plug while he’s still kissing Kip’s neck.

Kip moans when he pulls the plug out, the sound wet and somehow very intimate. Scott gets up onto his knees behind Kip, pulling his hips up and running his hands over the globes of his ass, spreading him apart and dragging a thumb over his rim where he’s slick and open for Scott to claim him.

Scott’s entire body sings with anticipation while he grabs the lube and gets himself ready, one hand on his cock and the other holding Kip’s where he’s reaching back for him, looking at Scott over his shoulder.

Their eyes lock for a moment, and it’s like the world fades away again. Scott needs this; he’s crawling out of his skin with need for it, but it’s also for Kip. His fantasy, whispered to Scott in the dark, entrusted to him, and turned real because they both wanted to.

And Scott loves Kip being the center of attention like this. It’s not something Kip would actively ask for in so many words, but Scott saw the way he reacted to it last time, all sweet disbelief and surrender, and he wants Kip to have that again. He deserves it; he deserves everything.

Kip breathes out a ragged moan when Scott pushes into him, slow but deep right away, burying himself to the hilt in silky heat. It feels like he can take a full breath again for the first time in hours.

“Oh God,” Kip breathes, facing forward again and his shoulders dropping. “Oh fuck, Scott.”

Scott reaches around him, but not to touch his cock, that’s for later. He places a hand low on Kip’s belly the way he knows he likes. He can’t actually feel himself inside Kip there, but the suggestion that he might is enough, and Kip whimpers and shivers at the thought the same way he always does.

“Look at you take it, so fucking perfect,” Scott whispers into Kip’s skin, leaning over him to lay soft kisses between his shoulder blades as he lets him adjust. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? Are you feeling full?”

He briefly thinks he should at least feel embarrassed, talking like this in front of Carter (Gloria, not so much, for some reason), but this isn’t about them and he doesn’t look up to see their reaction. It’s about Kip, about his desperate little moans and the way he clenches around Scott, because Scott knows what buttons to push to take him out of his mind like this.

“Yes,” Kip says, and Scott can hear in his voice how he’s starting to drift, “you feel – mhm. I want...I want, I want, I want…” It all comes out in one breath and Kip sighs.

“I’ll give you anything you want.” And Scott doesn’t need to be told what that is right now.

When he starts moving, it’s slow and deliberate, the manic energy from a few minutes ago replaced now by a deep focus on making this good for Kip.

Scott finally looks up at Carter and Gloria again and sees them still wrapped up in each other, Gloria’s legs already trembling and her fingers in Carter’s hair, and she moans and buries her face against his shoulder a moment later, body shaking through her orgasm. Carter kisses her again and then whispers something to her, and they both turn to look at Kip and Scott.

Scott only then becomes fully aware of just how close they all are, Kip’s head practically in Carters lap already, and he watches Carter realize the same thing.

“Oh,” Carter says softly, taking in the scene before him, and he really must not have been paying attention to them at all, with the way his eyes are traveling over Kip now, and then over Scott behind him, watching the slow roll of his hips. “Oh, okay.”

He puts a hand on Kip’s shoulder like he’s not entirely sure that’s allowed right now, and then moves it up to Kip’s head, stroking his hair and his cheek, and Kip turns his face into it, eyes closed. Maybe he’s getting another little taste of his fantasy that way, Scott thinks. Not so much of not knowing, but at least not seeing who’s touching him where.

Gloria is stroking Carter’s cock with one hand, keeping him attentive and on edge, and holding Kip’s hand with the other. It’s oddly sweet, the way Kip holds on to her, almost like an anchor while he’s giving his body over to Scott and Carter.

And now comes the part they have to get just right. Scott catches Carter’s eyes again and Carter nods as if to say ready when you are. They know this, their bodies know this, and it feels the same way executing a play together does: perfect synchronicity. Just with a slightly different goal in mind this time.

Scott hasn’t just been taking it slow for Kip’s sake; he could have come pretty much immediately if he hadn’t paced himself a little, so it looks like the timing is up to him. He’d usually make sure to get Kip off first, and there’s an appeal to it here as well, both of them coming inside him when Kip is already spent and overstimulated, messing him up even further. But the alternative seems more in line with Kip’s fantasy, and so he decides to go for that instead.

He grips Kip’s hips with both hands and drives into him harder, each thrust drawing a punched-out moan out of Kip’s mouth. He’s not moving with him, not pushing back against Scott, simply receiving what he’s being given, and somehow that makes it even hotter.

Scott looks up at Carter, his breaths fast and heavy and full of urgency that must be clear in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Carter says, and looks down to Kip, his touch so gentle when he lifts Kip’s chin up just enough so Gloria can guide his cock into Kip’s mouth.

Kip moans around it, the sound muffled, and Scott can tell he’s really trying to to get a rhythm going on Carter but it doesn’t really work with Scott’s thrusts rocking his body back and forth. It doesn’t seem to matter. Carter drops his head back again, muttering under his breath, and Scott can see his legs shake on either side of Kip’s shoulders.

Another breath between them, Kip whimpering so beautifully, Carter panting, Gloria whispering sweetly to Kip how good he looks and how they’ll take such good care of him –

Scott comes with a choked-off groan and he pushes himself deep, fingers pressing hard into Kip’s skin, body bowing over him as he throbs and pulses inside him.

Kip’s moans grow high and frantic, his body trembling under Scott’s hands, and Scott knows they got it right. He looks up at Carter, watching the tension drain out of him, and holds steady for another moment while he sees Kip’s head tip to the side, leaning against Carter’s thigh, and lick his lips, eyes still closed.

“Holy shit,” Carter says quietly, and he strokes Kip’s hair again, the tenderness in his eyes as he looks down at Kip making Scott feel all warm and soft in his chest.

Scott looks around for the plug before he pulls out, careful to push it in immediately and give Kip something to clench around. Kip makes a soft little sound and lets Scott arrange him until he’s lying on his back, face slack and blissed out and his cock resting heavy and full against his belly.

“You look gorgeous, baby, look at you.” Scott stretches out next to him and kisses him, and Kip brings his arms up around his shoulders, pulling him close and silently demanding more. “Are you feeling good?”

“Yeah,” Kip says quietly, fuzzy enough to only be minimally verbal, and then, pleading, “Scott.”

Scott runs his hand down Kip’s chest and stomach, and he knows by Kip’s moan when it settles on his belly that they’re thinking the same thing. Full of them. Both of them. Without the urgency of chasing his own orgasm anymore, the thought almost makes Scott blush now.

He looks up at Carter and Gloria, getting settled on Kip’s other side, and then watches Kip’s eyes close again when they each put a hand on him, stroking his cheek, splaying over his chest. They’re all pressed close together this way, and when Scott moves down Kip’s body to take him into his mouth, Gloria takes over for him and kisses Kip.

Kip makes a sound of pure relief when Scott wraps his lips around him, and Scott feels the way his body strains and arches into it, seeking pleasure where he knows he’ll receive it. He sucks Kip slowly, lapping up salty little drops of precome and pushing his thumb against the base of the plug still inside Kip. It’s all he needs. Kip comes down Scott’s throat with a muffled cry, pulsing hot on his tongue, wave after wave rippling through Kip’s body.

His hand is shaking a little when he reaches out for Scott, and Scott brings it to his face, kissing each finger and his palm, and pushes himself up again until he can continue on Kip’s face.

Kip smiles and sighs, turning onto his side so he can tuck his head against Scott’s shoulder.

“You okay?” Scott whispers and Kip nods, clinging to him. He seems a little overwhelmed, but in a good way. Calm and tired. Gloria cuddles close to him, chest to his back, and Kip takes her hand where it rests on his hip and links their fingers together.

Carter looks at Scott over both of them and makes his water break? face that Scott has seen from across the gym floor or the rink a thousand times and he nods.

They rearrange themselves on the bed while Carter gets their drinks, Scott sitting up against the headboard and Kip between his splayed legs, leaning against his chest. Gloria sits next to them, and she gives them both a smile when Scott takes her hand.

So. They really just did that. Scott doesn’t really know what to say just yet.

But, fortunately for them all – Carter.

“All right, team!” He’s put a pair of shorts on and comes back to the bedroom equipped with bottles of water, Gatorade, and granola bars like they just completed a short hike. “Good effort, everyone.”

He puts everything down in the middle of the bed and kisses first Gloria, then leans over for Kip and then Scott.

“Miss Grey, our most valuable playmaker as always, couldn’t have done it without you.” Gloria laughs and does a little pose as if she’s being photographed.

“Strong assists from Hunter and Vaughn, but it was Grady’s game-winning goal tonight, what would you like to tell the fans?” He holds out a bottle of Gatorade to Kip like a microphone and Kip laughs, slowly a little more alert again.

“Uh, stay in school?”

“Thank you very much, not at all what they wanted to hear. But we will try that again next time.”

Next time. It’s not exactly what Carter meant, but it makes something settle inside Scott; a sense of permanence that he’s never sure he can just assume with anything or anyone. But he’s learning.