Faire L’amour (Cat and Laila hear everything Remix)
Originally posted on 2025-03-04 on AO3
Cat and Laila know they can be loud. At least, Cat knows Laila makes her loud and she knows how to make Laila loud. When Jeremy is staying over, they try to keep it down, but they've been teased by Jeremy enough times that Cat is very aware of their noise levels. Further, she knows she can go down on Laila long enough to unravel every single one of her nerve endings, meaning that sometimes they will be loud on and off for literal hours (she can't forget about one memorable night where Laila rode her face for over two glorious hours and she sounded so, so pretty). Jeremy jokingly gave her a paper medal for her stamina next time he saw her (he didn't know that Cat had just gone to get some food before riding Laila's strap to heaven and back).
Jeremy usually prefers to go to his hookup's place, knowing that Laila can't tolerate most, if not all, of them. So Cat only knows Jeremy is a freak in the sheets thanks to Jeremy's own truncated stories, jokes and double entendres. Laila has known him longer though, and she has heard enough of it herself to go tense when she hears something Cat doesn't.
"What is it, babe?" Cat asks, pressing her feet against her calves. She's warm and soft underneath the covers.
Laila shakes her head. "Nothing. I thought I heard— Does Jeremy know we're here?"
"Why wouldn't he? Did we tell him movie night was moved to tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure we did. He—" She turns her head to the door and listens for a moment. "Oh, he wouldn't."
"What? Babe, you're scaring me."
"I thought I heard Jeremy and Jean in the other room— I definitely just heard Jean cursing in French."
"Hasn't he complained about thin walls since the first night he heard us when—"
"Yep, he has." Laila makes a face. "I thought I was done listening to Jeremy's hookups."
Cat frowns at that. "I didn't think Jean— I know Jeremy wanted to wait. Are you sure that's what you're hearing? I can't hear anything."
Laila makes a go on motion with her hand. "I'm pretty sure that if you open that door, you will hear—"
Right on cue, Cat hears Jeremy's whiny, desperate, barely muffled "fuck, Jean, please . I need more— give me more—"
Cat feels her eyes open wide and looks back at Laila, who's putting her hands on her ears. "How will I look Jean in the eye?" she laments, closing her eyes tight.
"You gave him a sex toy, babe."
"He's not using a sex toy to get off right now!" Laila turns over so she's lying on her back, then throws an arm over her eyes as if to shield herself from it.
"I could go down on you and you can drown them out," Cat suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at her.
"Cat, I love you, but I cannot be turned on when Jeremy is fucking two doors down."
"It's just sex. I'm sure you've heard other people having sex in your life," Cat reasons.
"Yes. The neighbors a couple of times in my old apartment. And Jeremy. Who's also gonna tell us all about it once he's up to it."
Cat wonders if there's anything else behind this, but realizes soon enough that she's not going to get anything else but pained remarks from her. That's when she gets her gossip self out of the drawer and gets into it with her best teasing tone. "So, who do you think is topping?"
Laila groans, but after a moment says the urge to speculate is stronger. "I don't know, Jeremy maybe. He's got the experience? Would Jean have that kind of experience?"
Cat hums, pensive. "This discussion needs coffee."
She puts on one of Laila's sweaters, then slips into a pair of pajama shorts and opens the door.
Terrible mistake.
A chorus of moans is immediately audible from down the hall. It's a short hall, the walls are thin and Jeremy? Jeremy is loud .
Jeremy is moaning as if he's seeing God. He might be, for all Cat knows. She stifles a giggle and goes back into the room, closing the door behind her to look at her girlfriend's expression. It's calmer than she expected, eyes closed, arm over her eyes, lips moving softly as if in prayer. She looks beautiful.
"Babe?"
"I did not need to hear that," she says. "I need something stronger than coffee."
They go to the kitchen and Cat gets two beers out of the fridge. The moans are not so audible now, except when something must happen in that room that gets a curse out of them, sometimes in English, sometimes in French.
Cat sips her drink in silence until a high-pitched moan interrupts them. Immediately afterwards, Jeremy's voice drifts from the room, raspy and used and filthy. “Jesus Christ— you feel so good. Please, please please please, Jean, I—please, more, I want—“
Something cuts him off and Cat can only assume Jean's doing something positively sinful to him. She can't help the laugh that bubbles out of her at that.
After a moment, Laila is laughing too, letting her head fall to her hands in defeat.
"We can never let him forget this," Laila says.
"So, Jean topped, right?"
Laila looks like she wants to argue something when Jeremy's voice rings in the hallway. "You feel good— so good —I want it so bad. Please let me cum, please, I need you to—“
Cat's jaw works wordlessly at that. She sees a similar stunned expression on Laila's face when she glances at her. Before she can say something, Jeremy moans, long and loud and the room gets much quieter after that.
"I'd never heard that from Jeremy," Laila says.
"My boy just got his shit completely rocked," Cat says, appreciatively, but slightly terrified. Whatever Jean can do to reduce Jeremy to a whimpering mess must be on a whole new level. "My respect for Jean just grew exponentially."
"No, babe. I swear—"
A door opens and someone pads across the hall to the bathroom. Cat immediately moves from her spot to catch a glimpse of whoever came out first and Laila follows closely.
Jean comes out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers and carrying an old, wet cloth. He freezes when he sees them, half-turns to look at Cat and they make eye contact that's only slightly awkward. Cat doesn't know what shocked expressions they're wearing, but Jean blurts. “Ah. Good evening.”
Cat thinks she can see Jean blushing but can't tell for sure under the soft hallway lights.
Laila’s jaw drops. She covers her face with her hands and starts cackling.
Jean blinks at them for a few more moments, then slips into his and Jeremy’s room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Cat joins Laila, laughing so hard her cheeks hurt and her abs feel tight.
When they stop laughing, they drink their beer and go back to bed, sending teasing texts to the group chat where it's just the four of them. They hear Jean cursing in French, loud enough to make them both look up.
"You have to be kidding me," Laila says.
"You know, the offer to ride my face is still on the table."
Laila considers it for a moment, then reaches out to her bedside table and grabs her favorite strap. "I have a better idea."
Later that night, after Laila has fucked her through the mattress long enough for her to lose brain cells, Cat resolves to tease Jean a little less than he deserves as a thank you for putting Laila in such a wonderful, competitive mood.
Jeremy, though? Cat is not letting him live this one down. Ever.