Ruination. [Will/Guy/Marton]
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“But you’ve never been with anyone else from downstairs. Never booked a . . . wait. If it’s only Sean and me, have you ever even fucked more than one person at a time? Like a three-way or something?”
Marton smiled and again shook his head. “Nope.”
“Oh dear God!” Will rolled his eyes. “That settles it. We’re fixing this, soon as we get home!”
“You’ll ruin my reputation.” Marton commented mildly, not at all bothered as he once would have been.
“Good!” Will shot back. “It could use some ruination.”
****
"It really is amazing." Will enthused, managing admirably to hide the apprehension that was rising the closer they got to Palace. He checked his watch again. Still had time. "I can't believe you've never bothered to take a look. Oh, that's right. You couldn't before. Silly me!" He bounced on his heels as the lift stopped and the doors opened.
Guy raised an eyebrow at Will. Is he bouncing? Must be some room, he mused, shrugging it off. "Yeah, between the restriction only just being lifted to allow access to all of us higher-upper-whatsits up here, and the fact that I'm not a misfit with an all-access pass like you, it must have slipped me by," Guy said, sighing dramatically.
"Oh, bite me." Will said easily, Guy's casual manner momentarily easing his nerves. He pushed open one of the double doors to Palace and ushered Guy inside. Taking a deep, steadying breath of his own, he followed him.
Okay. No going back now. Well, he did have a Plan B; Will always had a Plan B, but he needed tonight to go well for a lot of reasons, the primary one being he felt like he owed . . . Guy's gasp of pleasure interrupted his train of thought and he smiled, stepping up behind his friend, hands on his waist and his chin on Guy's shoulder. "Told you." he said softly.
"How the hell did you never bring me up here before? I fucking hate you!" Guy said, his voice full of awe as he stared around the room. "Jesus- what the hell is that?" he exclaimed, breaking off from Will and heading across the room, neither noticing or caring that his jaw was gaping open the whole time as he sped from one end of the room to the next.
Will stayed where he was, a tiny smile coming and going as he watched Guy checking out the facilities. His face was a picture and that was making Will smile, what was making it fade out again was the knowledge that once Guy had finished his inspection, Will was going to have to ask him. Guy called out and Will stuck his head around the partition that hid him, grinning, "Yeah. That's the famous white rug. The one thing they couldn't dare change." He nodded at Guy. "Try it." he urged. "It's padded underneath and heated. You'll never want to move again."
Not needing much encouragement at all, Guy dropped to the ground and sprawled out against the rug, letting out a moan that was only partially exaggerated. "Oh dear fuckin' Christ!" Guy closed his eyes and let his arms move slowly up and down against the fur. "All right- that's it. I can die happy. Just kill me right now, that'll be fine." Guy said firmly, cracking one eye open to peek at Will. "Wait- one more thing. You tell me how fuckin' hot I look on this thing- and then I can die happy," he said cheekily.
Will didn't hear the request, he was staring down at his shoes, biting his bottom lip and wondering just how to start to say this.
Guy cocked his head to the side and frowned, propping himself up on his shoulders. "Okay, you know I didn't really mean for you to kill me... right?" he said, teasing gently.
"What?" Will's head came up and he belatedly realized Guy had spoken. "'M sorry." he apologized, "I'm a bit . . . Guy. I need to talk to you."
"Okay..." Guy went to pat the space next to him, then changed his mind halfway, reluctantly standing up and moving over to one of the nearby couches. "Something tells me that you don't need me distracted by the soft-pretty-rug for this one."
Will remained standing. "I need a favor." That wasn't working for him, so he crouched down in front of Guy's seat, his hand laid on the arm for balance. "I need . . . I want . . . I was wondering. . ." Oh, for fuck's sake, Will! "Would you do a threesome with me." The words shot out of his mouth as fast as he could manage and he felt like he could almost see them, hanging in the air between he and Guy.
"Sure," Guy shrugged, grinning at Will. "What- you thought I was going to say no or something? Christ, Will- you had me nervous for a moment there wondering what the big deal was and all," Guy said, giving Will a shot in the arm.
Will grinned, but it was weak. "It's umm . . . there's more." He said, swallowing hard. He couldn't crouch like he was and do this, he found, so he slid up onto the couch beside Guy, sitting perched on the edge of the cushion, facing his friend.
"Well, all right then," Guy encouraged, leaning back and watching Will, finding it a bit unnerving seeing him so... nervous? Unsure? Whichever it was, it was strange. "Keep talking."
"It's, that is, it's with Marton."
"Oh," Guy blinked at that momentarily, then shrugged again, giving Will a warm smile. "Sure... what, you thought I was gonna say no or something?" Guy said, purposefully echoing his previous response.
"Well," Will took a deep breath and ducked his head before meeting Guy's eyes. "He doesn't know." he said. Realizing that could be misconstrued as meaning Will intended it as a surprise, he went on with his explanation, discarding the careful words he'd been practicing in his head all afternoon and speaking instead from his heart. "You see, there's this thing. Marton's never . . . well, he's never. Not once." He studied Guy's face for his reactions, unaware how strongly his own was telegraphing his feelings on the matter. "He's never even . . . Far as I know, Sean is the only libertine, 'sides you and me, that Marton's ever been with." He paused for breath.
Well that explains a lot about Orlando and where he gets it from, but who the fuck do Christian and Craig take after? On second though- I don't want to bloody know. Guy decided, keeping the thought unvoiced as Will's passion and sincerity, not to mention a fair dose of his feelings on Marton came through loud and clear. "Go on," Guy encouraged.
Will dropped his eyes again, staring resolutely at his clasped fingers. "See, way I figure it, Marton came to the throne young, right? Had to prove to every-fucking-body that he wasn't some young, wet-behind-the-ears upstart who didn't know what the effing hell he was doing!" Will shrugged. "So being young, being himself, is out of the question. They'd have been all over any sign of frivolous youthful behavior and he'd be knee deep in being controlled. Like he wasn't already, but, I mean, he was smart enough to find his way out of it. Anyway, now, lately, he's finally starting to figure out he doesn't need to do that any more, that he can afford to relax a bit, enjoy himself. Fuck, be himself! And this . . ." Will shrugged again, his cheeks pink,"This I figure I can give him." he finished.
"That all makes sense to me," Guy said gently, reaching out and giving Will's hand a squeeze. "Honestly, Will, I'd be pleased to be involved- all cheekiness aside for just a moment."
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Will gave Guy a shaky smile. "Good." he said. "Because he'll be here in a couple of minutes."
Guy stared at Will, letting out a sudden bark of laughter. "If you were that certain I'd say yes, why the fuck were you so nervous," he said, giggling a little.
"I wasn't." Will confessed. "I thought you might think it was stupid or something. I had a back-up plan."
"And somehow that doesn't surprise me one bit," Guy mused. "So what's the play, Scarlett? How do you want this to go when he shows up?"
"I . . . I'm not sure. By ear, I guess. We talked about this just the once and it's not been mentioned again. I'm guessing he, Marton, might be a bit . . . we'll just have to see."
Will had no sooner finished speaking than the main door opened and Marton strolled in, still in his workday clothes, but with his tie gone and his jacket hanging open. He stopped at seeing Guy there, expressing his surprise with a raised eyebrow. "Hello." he said, as Will got to his feet.
Guy stood and inclined his head politely. "Evening, Gambler," he said with a smile.
Will smiled as Marton laughed and closed the distance between them, slipping his arms around Marton's waist and kissing him briefly. "Hope you don't mind, but I invited Guy to join us." he said neutrally.
Marton looked a little confused and perhaps curious, but he kept his peace. "Of course not." he smiled.
"Will only just today realized how dreadfully remiss he'd been in not showing me Palace before," Guy said, sauntering closer and sidling up to Will. "I told him I could die happy after laying out on that rug, but the sod wouldn't do it, if you'll believe that."
"Do what?" Marton enquired, watching in mild confusion as Guy got closer.
"Kill me," Guy said simply. "I mean, after that, not really anywhere else to go. 'Course, I just might not be thinking creatively enough."
"Creat . . .?" Marton was getting confused. Not only that, but a little embarrassed too as Will was touching him in a very intimate manner, running his hands up and down Marton's spine, tickling that sensitive spot at the base of his spine while Guy . . . Guy was looking at him like . . .
"Would it make you more comfortable if I was naked?" Guy asked politely, looking straight at Marton, then turning to look at Will. "Last time I was already naked," he explained.
Marton's eyes widened and he looked from one to the other in mute disbelief, finally seeing the truth of what was happening in his lover's eyes. "You . . . you?" The conversation at the wildlife sanctuary came back to him and his face flushed, turning even redder when Guy's words had their effect on his cock, which twitched with immediate interest and began to harden. "I . . . I . . . Oh."
Will smiled, growing in confidence by the second as Marton did not reject the idea outright. He pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek. "C'mon." he urged, tugging on Marton's hand. "Let's get comfortable."
Guy grabbed Will's other hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "White rug of 'Oh fucking god?" he said hopefully, seeing the direction Will was pulling Marton in.
Will nodded and continued to gently urge Marton forward.
Marton didn't know quite what to think, if in fact he was capable of thinking at all. Part of him wanted to yell 'Stop!' so he could regain some of the ground he suspected he'd lost, but the greater part of him, not just the portion controlled by his libido, urged him to go with it, to trust Will and Guy and just let himself be swept away. That was the part of him that was winning and he unconsciously made the decision to shove the staid conformist back into his closet and bolt the door closed.
Will had Marton's jacket off by the time they reached the ten foot expanse of rug. He dropped it onto the nearby stool and knelt to untie his lover's shoes, dealing with his own libertine pants at the same time and confident that, whatever Guy was doing, he'd do it well.
His silk pants abandoned on the floor a few meters back, Guy slipped in behind Marton, reaching around him to slowly unbutton his shirt, his fingers stroking their way down his chest, touching as much skin as possible as they moved. Easing the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it towards the stool holding his jacket, Guy ran his fingers over Marton's shoulders and down his arms, purring in pleasure.
Still somewhat disbelieving, Marton stood still and relaxed while Guy and Will disrobed him, following without demur when his lover tugged him down onto the infamous white rug and Guy knelt down at his side. It all had a rather dream-like quality, he was finding, reaching up with a hand to pull Guy down for a long, slow, sensuous kiss, exploring his mouth with breathless pleasure and a soft sigh when it ended.
Will lay by Marton's side, watching the two men kiss, his hand sliding in slow circles over Marton's stomach and side, content for the moment to let them be.
Guy ran his tongue over his lips, the taste of Marton instantly familiar. "Remembered that," he murmured, leaning down and kissing his way across Marton's chest, pausing to tease at a nipple before reaching out to pull Will closer, kissing him softly.
And then it was Marton's turn to watch as Will and Guy kissed and, while he'd seen many kisses before in many different settings, never had he seen one so close, so intimate before and it made his heart thud in his chest. Cupping Will's face, he pulled him down. "Thank you." he whispered before kissing him, a soft moan escaping as Guy's lips found the head of his cock and folded around it.
Will swallowed the moan as well as the words of appreciation and took them directly to his heart which seemed to swell and beat even faster. He'd done it! He'd made Marton happy and, to steal Guy's words, he could die happy now, right here on this rug.
A low purr of satisfaction vibrated around Marton's cock as Guy slid his mouth lower, knowing the 'thank you' was mostly for Will, but pleased that his friend's gamble had paid off. The real question now is, does Will owe me, or am I getting my reward right now? Guy thought fuzzily, pulsing his lips gently.
Marton's hips arched and he groped blindly for purchase as sensation threatened to overwhelm him. He opened his eyes only to see Will move behind Guy, his fingers glistening with gel and Guy, dear God, parting his thighs to give Will access. Marton couldn't manage coherent thought, couldn't possibly even start to think about things like why had he not done this before or why had he waited so long, all he could do was feel and on the heels of that thought, came another, a way of showing both men how he felt.
It had been a very long time since he'd done it, but there was no hesitation, no fumbling. Marton found his Gift and shared it, something he'd naturally not done with Will, allowing the magic to wrap itself around them, enfolding them in a haze of sensualism that covered them like a blanket.
Guy gasped, Marton's cock slipping from his lips as he pressed back hard against Will's fingers, shivering as his entire body was overwhelmed with sensation. "Oh Christ!" Guy's body practically sang, suddenly feeling knowing what Will felt, Guy clenching around his slicked fingers, his cock throbbing, realizing Marton's sensation of Guy's warm breath panting against him, still damp from Guy's mouth.
"Jeezus!" Will sat bolt upright, his eyes wide. "What the fuck?" He glanced at Marton who looked back at him, just as surprised.
"Will?" he breathed out in a gasp. "Can you . . .?"
"Fuck!" Will shook his head. "I can feel that! Feel something. Shit!" It was vague, nebulous even, but since he'd never in his life felt anything before, it was powerful nonetheless.
"What the hell is it- no, fuck that, I don't care either way," Guy moaned, writhing in pleasure, barely even hearing Marton and Will speaking.
Marton just smiled, it seemed fitting somehow that Will was getting his share and not at all strange. For his part, Will was concentrating on absorbing as much of this new experience as he could, unwilling right now to sit back and try to analyze the where's and how's of the situation.
He guided Guy with his hands on his hips, encouraging his friend to straddle Marton's waist, waiting until he settled before lying down beside his lover, kissing him and then turning to watch as Guy lowered himself onto Marton's cock.
Guy let out a long, broken moan, his head swaying from side to side as Marton filled him completely, pausing to catch his breath, unable to keep from shuddering. He opening his eyes, heavy lidded, and looked down at Will, keeping eye contact for a moment as he rolled his hips and slowly started to move, his hands braced against his thighs.
"Oh God." Marton's hips started to move and he steadied Guy with firm hands planted on the other man's thighs.
Will simply watched for a while, not participating physically but resting against his lover's side, feeling the swirl of sensation just at the edges of his perception. No matter how faint, to him it was magical, and it was many minutes before he stirred restlessly, wanting to participate.
Marton felt the change in Will and, with a quick soft kiss and a smile, he rolled onto his side, taking Guy with him. Guy shifted and turned until his back was to Marton, who re-entered him with a contented sigh.
Now Will was happy, smiling at his friend as he licked and nibbled his way down Guy's chest, across his belly and then lower, finally taking Guy's rigid shaft into his mouth, confident that Marton's guiding hand on Guy's hip would help steady his thrusts. He licked and sucked around the head, swirling his tongue over the tip and down the length of his shaft in broad sweeps, his fingers busily teasing the tender flesh between Guy's thighs, the soft skin of his balls.
Not sure what it was he'd done to deserve this and not caring the slightest bit whether he did or not, Guy held off as long as possible. He pumped steadily into Will's mouth as Marton thrust into him, their rhythm finally faltering as Guy neared the breaking point, their combined assault finally too much for him. Fisting his hand in Will's hair, Guy cried out as he felt his orgasm ripping through him, flooding Will's mouth as he came, body clenched tight around Marton's.
Will swallowed the offering greedily, his hand working furiously, fisting his own cock until he came, pearly droplets clinging to the fibers of the rug.
Watching, feeling Guy clench around him, Marton sucked in a frantic breath and then he too was overwhelmed by his orgasm, the muscles of his shoulders and back tightening and his eyes flying open to stare blindly at the ceiling.
The three of them folded into the rug's soft comfort, the heated pad beneath sufficient to keep them warm. Marton found himself with a body wrapped around him on either side, his arms about their shoulders and their heads on his chest so close their noses almost touched. This had been the most incredible . . . He didn't know how to describe it, nor did he care. He'd think about it later, if he even bothered. To Hell with proper behavior if this is what he'd be missing! He felt like he was free and Will was responsible for it. Kissing his lover's hair, he chuckled to himself. "Isn't this cosy." he said.
Guy let out a contented sigh, wriggling closer. "M'kay," he murmured, eyes closed. "Now someone can kill me."
"Maybe later." Will smirked, the smirk turning into a yawn. "'sides, I got dinner coming later. You don't want to miss that. And you haven't tried the spa yet." He lifted his head briefly to grin at the pair of them. "We haven't tried the spa yet." he amended before subsiding.
"Not on this rug." Marton grinned as he looked up at the ceiling, adding his own two cents worth to the debate. His eyes beginning to feel a little heavy and he settled himself more comfortably on the fur, hand reaching back to pull down a pillow for his head. "I'm the poor bastard gets the drycleaning bill!"
“But you’ve never been with anyone else from downstairs. Never booked a . . . wait. If it’s only Sean and me, have you ever even fucked more than one person at a time? Like a three-way or something?”
Marton smiled and again shook his head. “Nope.”
“Oh dear God!” Will rolled his eyes. “That settles it. We’re fixing this, soon as we get home!”
“You’ll ruin my reputation.” Marton commented mildly, not at all bothered as he once would have been.
“Good!” Will shot back. “It could use some ruination.”
****
"It really is amazing." Will enthused, managing admirably to hide the apprehension that was rising the closer they got to Palace. He checked his watch again. Still had time. "I can't believe you've never bothered to take a look. Oh, that's right. You couldn't before. Silly me!" He bounced on his heels as the lift stopped and the doors opened.
Guy raised an eyebrow at Will. Is he bouncing? Must be some room, he mused, shrugging it off. "Yeah, between the restriction only just being lifted to allow access to all of us higher-upper-whatsits up here, and the fact that I'm not a misfit with an all-access pass like you, it must have slipped me by," Guy said, sighing dramatically.
"Oh, bite me." Will said easily, Guy's casual manner momentarily easing his nerves. He pushed open one of the double doors to Palace and ushered Guy inside. Taking a deep, steadying breath of his own, he followed him.
Okay. No going back now. Well, he did have a Plan B; Will always had a Plan B, but he needed tonight to go well for a lot of reasons, the primary one being he felt like he owed . . . Guy's gasp of pleasure interrupted his train of thought and he smiled, stepping up behind his friend, hands on his waist and his chin on Guy's shoulder. "Told you." he said softly.
"How the hell did you never bring me up here before? I fucking hate you!" Guy said, his voice full of awe as he stared around the room. "Jesus- what the hell is that?" he exclaimed, breaking off from Will and heading across the room, neither noticing or caring that his jaw was gaping open the whole time as he sped from one end of the room to the next.
Will stayed where he was, a tiny smile coming and going as he watched Guy checking out the facilities. His face was a picture and that was making Will smile, what was making it fade out again was the knowledge that once Guy had finished his inspection, Will was going to have to ask him. Guy called out and Will stuck his head around the partition that hid him, grinning, "Yeah. That's the famous white rug. The one thing they couldn't dare change." He nodded at Guy. "Try it." he urged. "It's padded underneath and heated. You'll never want to move again."
Not needing much encouragement at all, Guy dropped to the ground and sprawled out against the rug, letting out a moan that was only partially exaggerated. "Oh dear fuckin' Christ!" Guy closed his eyes and let his arms move slowly up and down against the fur. "All right- that's it. I can die happy. Just kill me right now, that'll be fine." Guy said firmly, cracking one eye open to peek at Will. "Wait- one more thing. You tell me how fuckin' hot I look on this thing- and then I can die happy," he said cheekily.
Will didn't hear the request, he was staring down at his shoes, biting his bottom lip and wondering just how to start to say this.
Guy cocked his head to the side and frowned, propping himself up on his shoulders. "Okay, you know I didn't really mean for you to kill me... right?" he said, teasing gently.
"What?" Will's head came up and he belatedly realized Guy had spoken. "'M sorry." he apologized, "I'm a bit . . . Guy. I need to talk to you."
"Okay..." Guy went to pat the space next to him, then changed his mind halfway, reluctantly standing up and moving over to one of the nearby couches. "Something tells me that you don't need me distracted by the soft-pretty-rug for this one."
Will remained standing. "I need a favor." That wasn't working for him, so he crouched down in front of Guy's seat, his hand laid on the arm for balance. "I need . . . I want . . . I was wondering. . ." Oh, for fuck's sake, Will! "Would you do a threesome with me." The words shot out of his mouth as fast as he could manage and he felt like he could almost see them, hanging in the air between he and Guy.
"Sure," Guy shrugged, grinning at Will. "What- you thought I was going to say no or something? Christ, Will- you had me nervous for a moment there wondering what the big deal was and all," Guy said, giving Will a shot in the arm.
Will grinned, but it was weak. "It's umm . . . there's more." He said, swallowing hard. He couldn't crouch like he was and do this, he found, so he slid up onto the couch beside Guy, sitting perched on the edge of the cushion, facing his friend.
"Well, all right then," Guy encouraged, leaning back and watching Will, finding it a bit unnerving seeing him so... nervous? Unsure? Whichever it was, it was strange. "Keep talking."
"It's, that is, it's with Marton."
"Oh," Guy blinked at that momentarily, then shrugged again, giving Will a warm smile. "Sure... what, you thought I was gonna say no or something?" Guy said, purposefully echoing his previous response.
"Well," Will took a deep breath and ducked his head before meeting Guy's eyes. "He doesn't know." he said. Realizing that could be misconstrued as meaning Will intended it as a surprise, he went on with his explanation, discarding the careful words he'd been practicing in his head all afternoon and speaking instead from his heart. "You see, there's this thing. Marton's never . . . well, he's never. Not once." He studied Guy's face for his reactions, unaware how strongly his own was telegraphing his feelings on the matter. "He's never even . . . Far as I know, Sean is the only libertine, 'sides you and me, that Marton's ever been with." He paused for breath.
Well that explains a lot about Orlando and where he gets it from, but who the fuck do Christian and Craig take after? On second though- I don't want to bloody know. Guy decided, keeping the thought unvoiced as Will's passion and sincerity, not to mention a fair dose of his feelings on Marton came through loud and clear. "Go on," Guy encouraged.
Will dropped his eyes again, staring resolutely at his clasped fingers. "See, way I figure it, Marton came to the throne young, right? Had to prove to every-fucking-body that he wasn't some young, wet-behind-the-ears upstart who didn't know what the effing hell he was doing!" Will shrugged. "So being young, being himself, is out of the question. They'd have been all over any sign of frivolous youthful behavior and he'd be knee deep in being controlled. Like he wasn't already, but, I mean, he was smart enough to find his way out of it. Anyway, now, lately, he's finally starting to figure out he doesn't need to do that any more, that he can afford to relax a bit, enjoy himself. Fuck, be himself! And this . . ." Will shrugged again, his cheeks pink,"This I figure I can give him." he finished.
"That all makes sense to me," Guy said gently, reaching out and giving Will's hand a squeeze. "Honestly, Will, I'd be pleased to be involved- all cheekiness aside for just a moment."
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Will gave Guy a shaky smile. "Good." he said. "Because he'll be here in a couple of minutes."
Guy stared at Will, letting out a sudden bark of laughter. "If you were that certain I'd say yes, why the fuck were you so nervous," he said, giggling a little.
"I wasn't." Will confessed. "I thought you might think it was stupid or something. I had a back-up plan."
"And somehow that doesn't surprise me one bit," Guy mused. "So what's the play, Scarlett? How do you want this to go when he shows up?"
"I . . . I'm not sure. By ear, I guess. We talked about this just the once and it's not been mentioned again. I'm guessing he, Marton, might be a bit . . . we'll just have to see."
Will had no sooner finished speaking than the main door opened and Marton strolled in, still in his workday clothes, but with his tie gone and his jacket hanging open. He stopped at seeing Guy there, expressing his surprise with a raised eyebrow. "Hello." he said, as Will got to his feet.
Guy stood and inclined his head politely. "Evening, Gambler," he said with a smile.
Will smiled as Marton laughed and closed the distance between them, slipping his arms around Marton's waist and kissing him briefly. "Hope you don't mind, but I invited Guy to join us." he said neutrally.
Marton looked a little confused and perhaps curious, but he kept his peace. "Of course not." he smiled.
"Will only just today realized how dreadfully remiss he'd been in not showing me Palace before," Guy said, sauntering closer and sidling up to Will. "I told him I could die happy after laying out on that rug, but the sod wouldn't do it, if you'll believe that."
"Do what?" Marton enquired, watching in mild confusion as Guy got closer.
"Kill me," Guy said simply. "I mean, after that, not really anywhere else to go. 'Course, I just might not be thinking creatively enough."
"Creat . . .?" Marton was getting confused. Not only that, but a little embarrassed too as Will was touching him in a very intimate manner, running his hands up and down Marton's spine, tickling that sensitive spot at the base of his spine while Guy . . . Guy was looking at him like . . .
"Would it make you more comfortable if I was naked?" Guy asked politely, looking straight at Marton, then turning to look at Will. "Last time I was already naked," he explained.
Marton's eyes widened and he looked from one to the other in mute disbelief, finally seeing the truth of what was happening in his lover's eyes. "You . . . you?" The conversation at the wildlife sanctuary came back to him and his face flushed, turning even redder when Guy's words had their effect on his cock, which twitched with immediate interest and began to harden. "I . . . I . . . Oh."
Will smiled, growing in confidence by the second as Marton did not reject the idea outright. He pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek. "C'mon." he urged, tugging on Marton's hand. "Let's get comfortable."
Guy grabbed Will's other hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "White rug of 'Oh fucking god?" he said hopefully, seeing the direction Will was pulling Marton in.
Will nodded and continued to gently urge Marton forward.
Marton didn't know quite what to think, if in fact he was capable of thinking at all. Part of him wanted to yell 'Stop!' so he could regain some of the ground he suspected he'd lost, but the greater part of him, not just the portion controlled by his libido, urged him to go with it, to trust Will and Guy and just let himself be swept away. That was the part of him that was winning and he unconsciously made the decision to shove the staid conformist back into his closet and bolt the door closed.
Will had Marton's jacket off by the time they reached the ten foot expanse of rug. He dropped it onto the nearby stool and knelt to untie his lover's shoes, dealing with his own libertine pants at the same time and confident that, whatever Guy was doing, he'd do it well.
His silk pants abandoned on the floor a few meters back, Guy slipped in behind Marton, reaching around him to slowly unbutton his shirt, his fingers stroking their way down his chest, touching as much skin as possible as they moved. Easing the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it towards the stool holding his jacket, Guy ran his fingers over Marton's shoulders and down his arms, purring in pleasure.
Still somewhat disbelieving, Marton stood still and relaxed while Guy and Will disrobed him, following without demur when his lover tugged him down onto the infamous white rug and Guy knelt down at his side. It all had a rather dream-like quality, he was finding, reaching up with a hand to pull Guy down for a long, slow, sensuous kiss, exploring his mouth with breathless pleasure and a soft sigh when it ended.
Will lay by Marton's side, watching the two men kiss, his hand sliding in slow circles over Marton's stomach and side, content for the moment to let them be.
Guy ran his tongue over his lips, the taste of Marton instantly familiar. "Remembered that," he murmured, leaning down and kissing his way across Marton's chest, pausing to tease at a nipple before reaching out to pull Will closer, kissing him softly.
And then it was Marton's turn to watch as Will and Guy kissed and, while he'd seen many kisses before in many different settings, never had he seen one so close, so intimate before and it made his heart thud in his chest. Cupping Will's face, he pulled him down. "Thank you." he whispered before kissing him, a soft moan escaping as Guy's lips found the head of his cock and folded around it.
Will swallowed the moan as well as the words of appreciation and took them directly to his heart which seemed to swell and beat even faster. He'd done it! He'd made Marton happy and, to steal Guy's words, he could die happy now, right here on this rug.
A low purr of satisfaction vibrated around Marton's cock as Guy slid his mouth lower, knowing the 'thank you' was mostly for Will, but pleased that his friend's gamble had paid off. The real question now is, does Will owe me, or am I getting my reward right now? Guy thought fuzzily, pulsing his lips gently.
Marton's hips arched and he groped blindly for purchase as sensation threatened to overwhelm him. He opened his eyes only to see Will move behind Guy, his fingers glistening with gel and Guy, dear God, parting his thighs to give Will access. Marton couldn't manage coherent thought, couldn't possibly even start to think about things like why had he not done this before or why had he waited so long, all he could do was feel and on the heels of that thought, came another, a way of showing both men how he felt.
It had been a very long time since he'd done it, but there was no hesitation, no fumbling. Marton found his Gift and shared it, something he'd naturally not done with Will, allowing the magic to wrap itself around them, enfolding them in a haze of sensualism that covered them like a blanket.
Guy gasped, Marton's cock slipping from his lips as he pressed back hard against Will's fingers, shivering as his entire body was overwhelmed with sensation. "Oh Christ!" Guy's body practically sang, suddenly feeling knowing what Will felt, Guy clenching around his slicked fingers, his cock throbbing, realizing Marton's sensation of Guy's warm breath panting against him, still damp from Guy's mouth.
"Jeezus!" Will sat bolt upright, his eyes wide. "What the fuck?" He glanced at Marton who looked back at him, just as surprised.
"Will?" he breathed out in a gasp. "Can you . . .?"
"Fuck!" Will shook his head. "I can feel that! Feel something. Shit!" It was vague, nebulous even, but since he'd never in his life felt anything before, it was powerful nonetheless.
"What the hell is it- no, fuck that, I don't care either way," Guy moaned, writhing in pleasure, barely even hearing Marton and Will speaking.
Marton just smiled, it seemed fitting somehow that Will was getting his share and not at all strange. For his part, Will was concentrating on absorbing as much of this new experience as he could, unwilling right now to sit back and try to analyze the where's and how's of the situation.
He guided Guy with his hands on his hips, encouraging his friend to straddle Marton's waist, waiting until he settled before lying down beside his lover, kissing him and then turning to watch as Guy lowered himself onto Marton's cock.
Guy let out a long, broken moan, his head swaying from side to side as Marton filled him completely, pausing to catch his breath, unable to keep from shuddering. He opening his eyes, heavy lidded, and looked down at Will, keeping eye contact for a moment as he rolled his hips and slowly started to move, his hands braced against his thighs.
"Oh God." Marton's hips started to move and he steadied Guy with firm hands planted on the other man's thighs.
Will simply watched for a while, not participating physically but resting against his lover's side, feeling the swirl of sensation just at the edges of his perception. No matter how faint, to him it was magical, and it was many minutes before he stirred restlessly, wanting to participate.
Marton felt the change in Will and, with a quick soft kiss and a smile, he rolled onto his side, taking Guy with him. Guy shifted and turned until his back was to Marton, who re-entered him with a contented sigh.
Now Will was happy, smiling at his friend as he licked and nibbled his way down Guy's chest, across his belly and then lower, finally taking Guy's rigid shaft into his mouth, confident that Marton's guiding hand on Guy's hip would help steady his thrusts. He licked and sucked around the head, swirling his tongue over the tip and down the length of his shaft in broad sweeps, his fingers busily teasing the tender flesh between Guy's thighs, the soft skin of his balls.
Not sure what it was he'd done to deserve this and not caring the slightest bit whether he did or not, Guy held off as long as possible. He pumped steadily into Will's mouth as Marton thrust into him, their rhythm finally faltering as Guy neared the breaking point, their combined assault finally too much for him. Fisting his hand in Will's hair, Guy cried out as he felt his orgasm ripping through him, flooding Will's mouth as he came, body clenched tight around Marton's.
Will swallowed the offering greedily, his hand working furiously, fisting his own cock until he came, pearly droplets clinging to the fibers of the rug.
Watching, feeling Guy clench around him, Marton sucked in a frantic breath and then he too was overwhelmed by his orgasm, the muscles of his shoulders and back tightening and his eyes flying open to stare blindly at the ceiling.
The three of them folded into the rug's soft comfort, the heated pad beneath sufficient to keep them warm. Marton found himself with a body wrapped around him on either side, his arms about their shoulders and their heads on his chest so close their noses almost touched. This had been the most incredible . . . He didn't know how to describe it, nor did he care. He'd think about it later, if he even bothered. To Hell with proper behavior if this is what he'd be missing! He felt like he was free and Will was responsible for it. Kissing his lover's hair, he chuckled to himself. "Isn't this cosy." he said.
Guy let out a contented sigh, wriggling closer. "M'kay," he murmured, eyes closed. "Now someone can kill me."
"Maybe later." Will smirked, the smirk turning into a yawn. "'sides, I got dinner coming later. You don't want to miss that. And you haven't tried the spa yet." He lifted his head briefly to grin at the pair of them. "We haven't tried the spa yet." he amended before subsiding.
"Not on this rug." Marton grinned as he looked up at the ceiling, adding his own two cents worth to the debate. His eyes beginning to feel a little heavy and he settled himself more comfortably on the fur, hand reaching back to pull down a pillow for his head. "I'm the poor bastard gets the drycleaning bill!"
