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Felicity was engrossed in an online chat with her assistant Jerry when Oliver and Tommy returned from Tommy’s doctor’s appointment. She was confirming the four tickets she’d purchased for the following day’s Rockets’ game. The Rockets were playing their arch rivals, the Gotham Knights, and tickets were always hard to come by. Queen Consolidated had a corporate box at the stadium, but Oliver would only use the box when entertaining investors or customers. He reserved seats in the box for employees who were nominated by their bosses for outstanding achievement. When he went to a Rockets’ game as a fan, he wanted to sit in the stadium and enjoy the game and not schmooze. All of this meant that Oliver and Tommy didn’t have seats for the biggest home game of the season. Somedays, it was really good to be a millionaire. Felicity had paid an embarrassingly large sum of money for Oliver, Tommy, Dig and Roy to spend an afternoon at the ballpark being normal guys cheering on their favorite team. While the guys were enjoying the game, she was planning on working with Curtis to redesign the casing of the Q-Cell so their next presentation to the board wouldn’t be a report on yet another setback.
She looked up from her laptop to find Oliver smiling at her, “What?”
“You look pleased with yourself,” Oliver said curiously as he sat down on the end of her chaise.
She lifted her legs and placed them in his lap, “That’s for me to know and you to be surprised later.” The sound of Tommy singing, We Belong, drifting from their closet indicated that he was in a good mood. Tommy only sang the songbook from Priscilla Queen of the Desert when he was in a playful mood. “His appointment went well?” she knew the answer without asking.
He glanced at the closet and a small smile tugged at his lips. “Doctor gave him a clean bill of health. The fracture is healed and he’s been cleared to resume normal activities,” Oliver recited with relief.
“What about the headaches?” Felicity asked with concern. Ever since Tommy had checked himself out of the hospital six weeks earlier, he’d been suffering from migraines.
Oliver shrugged, “The neurologist said they could be a result of the concussion. If they continue, he wants to see him again in three months.”
Felicity wasn’t sure if she was more or less concerned with the migraines being a result of Tommy’s concussion than with the possibility that they were a consequence of whatever mind controlling substance Malcolm injected him with that had him walking off the edge of a catwalk. “I’ll feel better when Caitlin finishes her analyses of the drugs ARGUS confiscated during their HIVE raids,” she said setting down her tablet.
“Me too,” Oliver admitted as he began to rub her feet.
Tommy exited the closet whistling as he adjusted his tie. He removed his wallet from the dresser and placed it in his pocket. He walked over to the chaise and kissed his boyfriend and girlfriend, “Try not to miss me too much. The VIP room is completely booked, so it’s looking like it’s going to be a late night for me. Don’t wait up.”
“Tommy,” Oliver said taking his boyfriend’s hand as he walked away, “hold on a second.” When Tommy turned to face him, Oliver ran Tommy’s tie through his fingers. He grabbed onto the tie and pulled Tommy against his chest, “I seem to remember promises that were made that have yet to be fulfilled.”
“What promises?” Tommy asked huskily.
Oliver unknotted Tommy’s tie, “I believe I promised that I was going to be the one to undress you.” Before Tommy could response, Oliver captured Tommy’s mouth in a searing kiss. Oliver’s hands weren’t idle as he kissed Tommy. He pulled Tommy’s tie loose and let it drop to the floor. Tommy’s suit jacket was pushed from his shoulders and joined his tie.
Felicity watched as Tommy kicked off his shoes as Oliver unbuttoned his blue dress shirt. She would never tire of watching the men she loved be so open about their love in front of her. She knew how frightened Oliver had been when Tommy had gotten shot, because she’d experienced that same fear. There was a desperation to Oliver’s kisses that her own kisses would share once she got her turn. Tommy’s shirt was discarded and Oliver dropped to his knees in front of Tommy. He looked up at the man he came so close to losing as he undid Tommy’s belt, “The VIPs can’t have you tonight. You’re ours.”
Felicity needed no further invitation and was on her feet and pressed up against Tommy’s side. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled before his lips brushed against hers. She ran her fingers through Tommy’s hair and deepened their kiss. She licked inside of his mouth and stroked her tongue against his. He let out a moan that reverberated through his chest and she didn’t need to look to know that Oliver had wrapped his lips around Tommy’s cock. Tommy’s fingers tugged on the zipper of her dress.
“Fuck,” Tommy threw his head back and gasped. He cradled the back of Oliver’s head with one hand as he tugged on Felicity’s dress with the other, “Off.”
Felicity tossed her dress onto the chaise and stripped out of her bra and panties before she was pressed back up against Tommy.
Oliver released Tommy and began stripping out of his own clothes. “Felicity,” his hands ran up her thighs until he had her attention. He pointed to his nightstand, “Please.”
Felicity moved around her guys to retrieve the lube Oliver had requested. When she had the bottle in hand she turned to find Oliver pressed against Tommy’s back with his hands caressing Tommy’s chest. Tommy tilted his head sideways and Oliver kissed him sloppily. Oliver walked Tommy forward until his knees hit the foot of the bed. “All three of us, okay?”
“Yes,” Tommy and Felicity responded.
“On your knees,” he instructed both of his partners.
Tommy knelt on the edge of the bed and Felicity knelt facing him. Oliver wrapped his arms around both and took his turn kissing Felicity. She slipped the bottle of lube into Oliver’s hand and then ran her hands up Tommy’s spine. When Oliver broke their kiss, Tommy’s lips were instantly upon hers. Tommy dropped his mouth to her chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Felicity watched as Oliver applied lube to his fingers and Tommy’s puckered hole. He pushed one finger slowly into their boyfriend without taking his eyes from hers.
“You like watching me fuck our man,” Oliver said as he added a second finger.
“Yes,” Felicity licked her lips. Tommy’s hands tightened on her hips as he switched nipples. She held his head firmly against her chest as Oliver withdrew his fingers and coated his cock with lube. She moaned and her internal muscles clenched as much from the pleasure of Tommy’s mouth as the anticipation of watching Oliver fuck Tommy.
Oliver wrapped an arm around Tommy’s waist and guided his cock to Tommy’s furrowed hole. He pressed a kiss to Tommy’s spine, “Breathe.”
Tommy grunted and his grip on Felicity’s hips tightened as Oliver pushed inside. “Oh, god,” Tommy panted.
Felicity ran her hands over Tommy’s back as Oliver pulled back slightly before sheathing himself completely within Tommy in one long thrust. “You’re beautiful,” she told them.
Oliver leaned over Tommy’s back to kiss Felicity. He broke their kiss and lifted Tommy upright until his back was plastered against Oliver’s chest. He began to thrust in and out of Tommy, “How does it feel?”
Tommy threw his head back until it rested on Oliver’s shoulder. “G - good,” he said as sweat began to bead on his chest.
“Are you ready to fuck our girl?” Oliver sucked on Tommy’s earlobe.
“God, yes,” Tommy responded.
“Turn around,” Oliver told Felicity.
She did as she was told and lowered herself to her elbows. “Fuck me,” she swayed her hips.
Tommy’s hands caressed her hips and ass before he ran a finger along her folds. “Did watching Oliver fuck me make you wet?”
“Yes,” she said as she pushed her bottom up higher with eager anticipation.
Tommy circled her clit a few times before he sank two fingers inside her and began to pump, “God you’re beautiful like this.”
“Tommy,” she begged.
He removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. He pulled her hips back as he thrust sharply inside of her. Her fingers clutched at their duvet cover and she moaned her pleasure. She couldn’t see what Oliver was doing but she could feel every snap of his hips against Tommy. Tommy’s fingers were joined by Oliver’s as they rubbed her clit together. Her core tightened as the guys brought her to the edge. Tommy’s thrusts became erratic and their fingers rubbed faster against her clit until she cried out her pleasure. Tommy’s chest covered her back as he swirled his hips at the end of every thrust. Her core continued to pulse around Tommy and he quickly reached his own pleasure and filled her with his seed. Felicity collapsed to the bed and rolled onto her back. Tommy’s head fell between her breasts. Oliver had a firm grip on Tommy’s hips as he began to piston his hips. Tommy reached for Felicity’s hands and she laced their fingers together as she watched Oliver’s eyes blow wide before he found his own release. Oliver collapsed onto Tommy before he rolled them onto their sides so they wouldn’t crush Felicity beneath their combined weight.
They lay together in contented silence with their legs tangled as they all caught their breath. Felicity ran her fingers through their hair and smiled as they both purred their pleasure. Felicity sighed her satisfaction and shifted closer to Tommy for warmth.
Oliver’s cell rang with Dig’s ringtone. Felicity rose on her elbows, “You should probably get that.”
Oliver grunted, but made no move to retrieve his phone. Felicity rolled her eyes, but shimmied out of Tommy’s embrace and crawled to the foot of the bed. She retrieved Oliver’s phone from his jeans on the floor and answered, “Oliver’s phone.”
“Hey, Felicity. Is Oliver there,” Dig asked tensely.
“Yeah, hold on,” she told her friend before handing it out to Oliver’s outstretched hand.
She sat on her heels and listened as Oliver grunted in response to whatever Dig was telling him.
“Yeah, okay,” Oliver said, “I’ll let them know. Thanks for calling.” He sat up and tossed his phone onto the bed.
Tommy sat up, “What’s going on?”
“ARGUS sent the Suicide Squad into Qurac to take out the King and several other members of the royal family. Andy and Lawton were on the mission. All targets were taken out, but,” Oliver looked apologetically at Felicity, “Lawton died in the detonation of a bomb within the palace.” He reached over and squeezed her hand, “I’m so sorry.”
“How long ago?” she asked as she pulled from his grip. She grabbed Tommy’s undershirt from the floor and slipped it on. She retrieved her tablet and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Five hours,” Oliver answered suspiciously. “Why?”
Felicity ignored his question as she logged into a chatroom on the dark web. A message was waiting for her and she let out a small whoop of triumph. She grabbed her cell and made a call, “Hi, Caitlin, it’s me.”
“Hi, Felicity. Everything okay?” Caitlin sounded concerned.
“Do you remember that gift we were talking about?” Felicity was sure Caitlin would have no trouble remember the cutting-edge technology Felicity had given her from Applied Science’s R&D.
“Of course,” Caitlin said like they were talking about a trip to Disney and not a piece of state of the art biotechnology. “It’s working better than we hoped.”
“Do you think you can personally deliver it to the address I gave you?” Felicity asked with false casualness. Her plan hinged on Caitlin’s help.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Caitlin responded. “Cisco will keep me company.”
“That’s great news, my friend will be waiting for you at home. Thank you,” she said sincerely.
“You’re welcome. I’ll let you know when the delivery and installation are complete,” Caitlin said and immediately hung up the phone.
“What’s going on?” Oliver asked suspiciously. “What have you done?”
Felicity got off their bed and moved to their bathroom. She’d recently searched their home for listening devices, but when pulling one over on ARGUS, it was better to be safe than sorry. She was already on Waller’s list for damaging the Rubicon chip beyond repair. If Oliver wanted answers, he’d need to get them in the shower. She turned all the jets on in the shower and stepped inside. She was unsurprised when Tommy and Oliver joined her.
Oliver stood in front of her with his arms folded across his chest. He narrowed his eyes as he glowered at her, “What did you do?”
“That didn’t work on me my first night on the team. Do you honestly think it will work on me when you’re naked?” she feigned annoyance. Felicity found Oliver adorable when he went all growly.
“Felicity,” he said sharply. He yelped when Tommy pinched his arm and looked at Felicity apologetically, “Please.”
“Once you involved Waller, Lawton and I realized that there was no way she was going to let him walk away. We rightly assumed she was going to conscript him back into the Suicide Squad the first chance she got.”
“You helped him fake his death,” Tommy said with amazement.
“No,” she said adamantly. “I upgraded his eye targeting sensor to allow him to deactivate his chip if he ever found himself in a position to escape. I gave him a way to contact me and we agreed on a location for Caitlin to meet him with an artificial eye QC is developing.” At Tommy’s raised brow she said, “Floyd was right – it’s hard for a man with an eye patch to hide. With a new eye and an off-shore bank account, Lawton will be able to start over.”
“If Waller ever finds out,” Oliver said grumpily.
“We’ll deal with her.” When Oliver remained unhappy looking, she reminded him, “He saved my life. He saved John’s life. He saved you, Sara and Roy.” Lawton made some bad choices with his life, but she believed there was more to him than what his circumstances turned him into. Felicity was a firm believer in second chances. “Don’t worry, I told him that even though I trust him to stay on the straight and narrow, I’ll be verifying. He also knows that if I find out he’s back to his old habits, I will make him wish he’d stayed in Waller’s clutches.” Floyd Lawton wasn’t Oliver Queen, but he was a man that had been failed by a government that was supposed to take care of its veterans. He lost his wife and daughter and began to believe that the weapon he’d been forged into was his only value. Floyd Lawton might not be Oliver Queen, but Oliver Queen could’ve become Floyd Lawton if he hadn’t let John and Felicity in when he began his mission.
“Fine,” Oliver huffed, “but let’s not make pissing Amanda off a routine thing.”
Felicity felt a little guilty about Oliver having to run interference when Waller realized that Felicity had destroyed Rubicon, but there was nothing Felicity liked more than the idea of taking someone right out from under Waller’s nose. In Felicity’s opinion, Waller was an insensitive sadist who got off on controlling others through fear and intimidation. She was gratified to know that Waller would be unhappy to lose as valuable a resource as Floyd Lawton. Felicity planned on pissing Amanda Waller off for years to come. “I promise,” she said coyly, “that I won’t make it routine.”
“No more talking about Waller,” Oliver wrapped his arms around Felicity’s waist and pulled her against his chest.
Felicity relaxed against him and welcomed his warm and insistent lips. Tommy pressed his chest against her back and began to kiss her neck and shoulder. Felicity’s brain went blissfully blank as she surrendered to the feeling of Oliver and Tommy’s lips and hands. “Oh,” she said pulling away from Oliver’s kiss and Tommy’s embrace. “Oh,” she said with growing excitement as she opened the shower door and stepped into the bathroom. “Oh.”
“Felicity?” Oliver and Tommy asked with concern.
She had no time to explain to her boyfriends the idea that was forming in her head. Felicity grabbed a hand towel to dry her hands and ran into their bedroom wet and naked. She grabbed her laptop and dropped onto her chaise. She began to type the mathematical formula that popped into her head in the shower. She believed it would be the solution to the Q-Cell’s overheating problem. She laughed with joy as she realized that she wouldn’t fail Oliver’s faith in her. They still might bring QC down with their green technology vision, but it wouldn’t be before the next board meeting.