Howdy! Here's what I hope to become a loosely connected series of short stories, written whenever I have the whim, of a Colin/Ryan/Greg menage. It's a little bit different in that there's hints of BDSM (so don't read it if you're squicked by it), wherein Colin is the Top, Ryan is a switch, and Greg is the bottom of the relationship. It's mostly smut, but I suppose I'll delve more deeply into their relationship as the series goes on. TITLE: Menage AUTHOR: makingamochrie PAIRING: Ryan/Colin/Greg RATING: NC-17 for mansmut, MILD BDSM (emphasis on the 'MILD' and the 'B' part of the equation. DISCLAIMER: FICTION. Nothing but FICTION. Don't own, don't sue. FICTION. SUMMARY: See author's notes above. Ryan sat in the middle of the plush couch, a fresh beer in one hand, the television remote in the other, and his stiff dick in the warm, wet cavern of Greg’s mouth. Greg, who was kneeling between Ryan’s widely splayed thighs, was so hard he was in agony, but he couldn’t relieve his tension because his hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. They’d been at this for hours. Ryan had better staying power than anyone he knew, and enjoyed torturing himself with it almost as much as he enjoyed torturing the poor man at his feet. Greg, naked from the waist up, was absolutely blanketed in sweat, and was trembling from head to toe with the need to come. He tried, as inconspicuously as he could, to press his groin against the base of the couch just to gain some much needed relief. Ryan, who appeared to be engrossed in the hockey game on television, noticed immediately. Remote still in hand, he grabbed Greg’s sweat-soaked pompadour and yanked. Hard. Greg whimpered around Ryan’s cock, causing the tall man to bite back a moan of pleasure. Greg heard it, however, and took it as license to begin moving his tongue along the long, thick shaft in his mouth. Ryan tasted musky, smoky, and bitter, and Greg could never get enough of him. Ryan yanked Greg’s hair a second time. “I told you to keep still,” he hissed. Whimpering again, Greg immediately halted his actions. Ryan relaxed his grip in the thick, dark hair, though he didn’t release it entirely. It was a reminder of just who it was who controlled this particular show. Slumping more deeply into the cushions, he flicked idly through the myriad of channels, seemingly indifferent to the exquisite feeling of Greg’s supremely talented mouth engulfing his throbbing erection and the moist warmth of Greg’s breath as it blew against his flesh in focused, shallow pants. Finding another hockey game, he relaxed even further, bringing the still cold beer to his lips and taking a long, satisfying swallow. A thought came to him, and he grinned, releasing Greg’s head just long enough to toss the remote onto the couch before grabbing it again and pulling the smaller man off of his dick. Bringing the bottle down, he pressed it against Greg’s lips and tilted. “Drink,” he ordered. Gratefully, Greg downed several hasty gulps, blindly following the bottle as it was finally taken away from him. Ryan’s hands in his hair stopped him, and he swallowed quickly as he was steered back over to the matter at hand. Ryan’s groan was loud when he thrust himself back into Greg’s mouth, now quite cool and wet with the beer he’d just consumed. “Fuck, that’s nice.” Greg definitely agreed, though he didn’t dare express it. If he did, it would be another night strung up in the closet with a hard-on the size of Florida and nowhere to put it. He’d been there, more times than he cared to count, and had no desire to repeat the experience. Not that it couldn’t be fun in its own right, especially when the more soft-hearted of his two Tops decided to take pity on him, but that didn’t happen nearly enough to suit his particular tastes, and blueballs weren’t really for the faint of heart. Even the most masochistic of them, and Greg counted himself in the top tier where that was concerned. Sometimes it left him wondering if he’d ever be able to come again. Fortunately—so far, at least—the answer had always been ‘yes’. Greg started a little when he heard the smooth click of keys sliding into the door lock. He tried to look up into Ryan’s face, to gauge his expression, but his current position disallowed that. He could only see up as far as Ryan’s navel, which didn’t help much at all. “Slow,” Ryan growled as the door opened on silent hinges, his hand directing Greg’s movements, a millimeter at a time. Greg whimpered yet again, his cuffed hands clenching and unclenching behind his back. Soft footfalls sounded across the entryway, along a short, dim hallway, and down several steps into the sunken den, stopping several feet away from the already engaged Ryan and Greg. “I thought he was still being punished,” came the expected soft, light tenor with the faintly lilting Canadian accent from behind Greg’s left shoulder. Ryan smirked. “Believe me, he is.” Greg began to nod in vigorous agreement before his hair was yanked again and he froze in place, his lips surrounding the spongy head of Ryan’s cock. “Lick it. Slowly.” Greg did so, gladly, tasting the bitter tang of the pre-come which had been leaking for damn near the past hour or so. “Looks to me like you’re punishing yourself just as much,” came the answer in a voice rich with affection. “Hey! He’s not the only masochist in this family.” “Don’t I know it.” As Greg watched, Colin’s long, jeans-clad legs came into view as he approached the couch and bent forward at the waist, kissing Ryan soundly, warmly on the lips. The Canadian’s hand came down on Greg’s head, short, blunt nails gently scratching at his scalp in a way that had the shorter man purring deep in his chest. Colin’s hand left a second later, and immediately after that, Ryan groaned, almost causing Greg to gag as a huge cock was suddenly halfway down his throat. Colin smiled slightly and released Ryan’s nipples as he grabbed the half-consumed beer and took a deep drink. “Fuck, Col,” Ryan groaned, easing his ass back into the couch as his hands soothed over his stinging nipples. “A little warning next time, please?” “Where would be the fun in that?” Colin asked, draining the rest of the bottle and setting it down on the coaster on the endtable. Arms crossed over his chest, he nodded at Ryan, who urged Greg to continue with his licking. Colin’s dark eyes were intent on the action. Ryan’s eyes were intent on Colin, darting from his face to the inseam of his pants, and back again, as if he was watching a particularly interesting game of tennis. Which he was, in a way. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and cupped his hand over Colin, massaging through the thick material of his jeans, smirking in satisfaction as the flesh grew rigid beneath his questing fingers and palm. Grasping Ryan’s hand firmly, he slid in up against the fly of his jeans and to the waistband. Ryan grinned and quickly moved to undo the buttons, already knowing by the heat of him that Colin was going commando underneath. With the last button free, Colin’s erection sprang from its confines in a way that had Ryan licking his lips, desperate for a taste. He moved forward just slightly. Just as slightly, Colin moved back, smirking. “Greg.” The soft, gentle voice captured all of Greg’s attention and he pulled away from Ryan, pushing himself up fully onto his knees and moving over to where Colin stood. “You know what to do.” Oh, he did indeed, and he went to his task with a will, taking Colin’s massive erection inside his mouth with all the considerable skill at his disposal. He adored the way Colin tasted; so sweet and musky and fully male. He loved the way the man filled his mouth, stretching it to its limits; loved the feel of hot silk over hard steel jumping to every touch of his tongue and lips. Loved it all, as a matter of fact. He only wished he could use his damned hands. Just as he was really getting into things, he felt strong hands restrain his head and Colin’s erection slip from his mouth as the taller man stepped away. “Thank you.” “Anytime,” Greg husked, aching for a chance to go back at it, to bring the man to release, to taste the thick, salty evidence of his pleasure as it spurted down his greedy throat. Unfortunately, that was not to be as, with a small smile, Colin turned back to Ryan. “Would you stand up for a moment, please?” Returning the smile, Ryan immediately moved to his feet, his saliva-covered cock shining mellowly in the indirect lighting cast down from the ceiling. “Bend forward a little, please.” Greg kept himself from chuckling as Ryan readily complied. Colin was the most polite Top he’d ever come across—and he’d come across quite a few over the years he’d been actively participating in his own brand of kink. Always saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ even in the midst of doing things that would make the Marquis himself chartreuse with envy. His laughter left him as he watched intently from his vantage point, shifting on his knees. Having lubed his fingers, Colin was currently preparing the body before him, easing three of the long digits in and out in a slow, easy rhythm that had Ryan squirming and panting with pleasure. When Ryan was prepared to his satisfaction, Colin removed his fingers and eased down onto the couch, sitting with his own legs widely spread, one hand gripping the base of his own upstanding cock as the other wrapped itself around Ryan’s right hip, urging him down. With a soft, expectant sigh, Ryan did so, lowering himself until he felt Colin’s fat cockhead poised at his entrance. “Now.” Closing his eyes, Ryan pressed himself down into Colin’s lap, his lower back resting against the cotton t-shirt his lover wore, his own body a sheath to Colin’s erection. He clenched his teeth, hissing as a combination of pain and pleasure washed through him in lush waves, sparking white behind his eyes. Colin eased him forward slightly, changing the angle of penetration and allowing Ryan to gradually loosen the tight lock of his muscles. The pain magically abated and incredible pleasure took its place. “Fuck!” he growled as Colin’s hands settled familiarly on his hips. “Colin, that’s….” “Mm. I know.” He eased his head around Ryan’s back and looked over at the patiently waiting Greg. “Please, go back to what you were doing.” He smiled. “If you manage to bring him off first, I’ll consider your punishment ended for the evening.” Ryan’s face showed what he thought of the idea, but Greg was all for it. An end to his punishment would mean an end to his torment, and he’d finally be able to bring get himself off. And that would be a very good thing indeed. Ryan’s hands clamped tightly to his head as Greg went back to sucking Ryan off, but Greg didn’t let the restraint bother him. He had a goal to work toward, and that made all the difference in the world. Colin’s hands moved away from Ryan’s hips and into Greg’s abundant hair as the smaller man bobbed and suckled. Greg chuckled internally, wondering what the ABC execs would think if they were to see this particular game of “Helping Hands”. They’d shit themselves blind, most likely. Ryan was getting close. Greg could feel it, could taste the change on his tongue. He relaxed his throat muscles as Ryan began to thrust lightly, fucking himself on Colin as he did so. Colin’s pleased murmurings were half-smothered behind Ryan’s back, but Greg could hear them nonetheless and redoubled his efforts, spurred on by the soft-voice articulations. Ryan’s head arched back, landing on the soft headrest of the couch next to Colin’s own, his breathing sharp and guttural. Colin’s hands moved away from Greg’s hair and trailed slowly up Ryan’s hairless body until they once again arrived at his nipples, where they stopped to twist and squeeze and play. Curses flew from Ryan’s lips as he began to thrust more frantically into Greg’s warm, receptive mouth. Greg took him deep, his cheeks creating delightful suction as his tongue continued its magic along the long, thick shaft. “Fuck!” Ryan cried out, mid-thrust. “I’m gonna lose it!” Greg took that as his signal and eased Ryan out until just the head rested in his mouth. He swiped his tongue across it several times, then relaxed completely and took the man all the way down his throat, humming loudly. His efforts were well rewarded as Ryan released into him with a choked cry that ended in a strangulated gasp for breath. Ryan’s entire body remained bowstring tense for several long seconds before he finally collapsed back against Colin, chest heaving as he tried to recapture his breath. Greg reluctantly allowed him to slip free, his own need more urgent than ever. Just one touch, just one, and he’d go off like a fucking rocket. He knew it. He also knew he wouldn’t be allowed to do it just yet. “Greg,” Colin said, “help me, please.” Leaning forward, Greg bore a limp Ryan’s weight as Colin eased him forward and off of the couch. When Ryan fell to his knees on the floor, Colin still buried deep within, Greg lowered his own body so that he was bowed beneath the weight of Ryan’s, his face in the carpet. With a sigh of satisfaction, Colin grabbed Ryan’s uptilted hips and began thrusting into him, grunting softly with every movement of his pelvis. Ryan moved forward and back like a limp ragdoll, still trying to recover from his own release. Greg remained under Ryan, praying that his cheek wasn’t going to wind up getting rugburned. Having been aroused all day, it didn’t take very long before Colin’s thrusts became frenetic and strong, slapping hard against Ryan’s tender ass as he rode that tight hole toward his own climax. His hands scratched and clawed against the glorious expanse of Ryan’s bronze, sweat-slicked back before finally finding purchase on his shoulders and using them as leverage as he pounded his way inside the tight body of his lover. Moments later, with a soft cry, he spent himself deep within Ryan, shuddering as his orgasm took him full bore over the cliff and into temporary oblivion. And then he collapsed, using the last of his strength to roll away from Ryan and push his lover off of a quietly suffering Greg. Greg gasped out his thanks as he moved back and away on his knees. Colin crawled into the space vacated by Greg and gathered Ryan into his arms, kissing his face, his jaw, his hair and, finally, his lips. “I love you,” he whispered against them before teasing them open and gliding his tongue lovingly, familiarly against Ryan’s. They remained that way for quite some time as Greg rocked back and forth silently on his heels. He was so fucking aroused that spontaneous combustion seemed a distinct possibility. Both men finally recovered enough to help one another to sitting positions on the floor, their backs resting against the base of the couch. Colin eyed Greg, giving him one of those very slight smiles. “I think you’ve earned your reward,” he said softly. Greg’s eyes closed as he sagged. “Oh, thank God.” “Turn and slide back toward me, please.” Greg immediately did so, feeling Colin’s hand grasp his as his other retrieved the handcuff key from his pocket. Unlocking only one cuff, he brought Greg’s hand to the front of his body. The other followed naturally, and the cuffs were reattached and locked down again. “Turn around, please.” He did so with alacrity, already feeling the telltale throbbing in his balls. Oh, this wasn’t going to take long at all. Not at all. “Attend to yourself,” Colin ordered, his voice soft and sweet. “Slowly.” “It’s gonna be a short show,” he warned them both. Colin shrugged. “Please.” Hastily unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, Greg let them slide to his knees and then grabbed his boxers and yanked them down over his now screaming erection. Both men watching him licked their lips as they watched his beautifully curved, slender penis bob back against his abdomen with the action. “You’re very beautiful, Greg,” Colin murmured, entwining his hand with Ryan’s larger one. Ryan turned and laid a kiss to the fine, snow-white hair at Colin’s temple. Greg blushed and eyed the ground, unable to take the compliment. “Thank you,” he finally managed to mumble. “Please. Touch yourself. Nice and slow.” Spitting into his joined hands, Greg did as ordered, grabbing himself and beginning to stroke, slowly, from base to tip and back again.” “Oh, that’s very nice.” Ryan grunted in agreement, eyes riveted to Greg’s actions. Greg’s head tipped back and his teeth clenched. It was torture. Sweet torture, but torture nonetheless, being made to go so slowly when all he wanted to do was tug himself sharply until it hurt and he came. His balls felt hot and heavy, and they ached with the need to climax. “Please,” he hissed, unable to take it any longer. “Please.” “Very well,” Colin replied finally. “Bring yourself to climax.” “Thank you!” He could hear the two others kissing, and that only served to make him hotter. His hands moved with fierce abandon, blurring as they stroked and tugged and pulled at great speed. A howl started deep in his chest and his mouth yawed open, spreading it into the room as, finally he felt his balls contract and he came against the expensive fabric of the couch. “I’ll clean that,” he gasped as he collapsed against the couch, smearing his own warm semen across his naked chest. The chuckles that followed him down were music to his ears. ******* An hour later, the three men made their way into the huge master bedroom with its large, specially made bed. Greg’s hands were still cuffed, by his own request, but he had little trouble divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. “Would you like me to take those off?” Colin asked as he made his tired way into the middle of the bed. Greg thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. “No, I think I’d like to keep them on, if that’s ok with you.” “Perfectly fine with me,” Colin replied, “as long as you don’t do anything you shouldn’t in the middle of the night.” Greg looked sadly down at his totally drained cock. “I don’t think that’s a possibility.” Colin smirked. “With you, Greg, anything’s a possibility.” “I won’t lie and say you’re wrong, man,” he replied, laughing. “May I?” “Please.” Happily, he climbed into the bed and settled himself against Colin’s cool side. Ryan entered, naked, from the direction of the bathroom and slid into the bed on Colin’s other side, turning so that he faced the smaller man and resting his head on one shoulder as he slipped his hand around a trim, taut waist. “I love you, Col,” he murmured, pressing a cheek into a soft, lightly stubbled cheek. “I love you too, Ry,” Colin replied, turning his head so that their lips met in another warm and loving kiss. “And I love you as well, Greg,” he said after he’d pulled away from Ryan. Shifting slightly, he brought his hands up to cup Greg’s face and kissed him warmly and with deep affection. “Same goes for me, man,” Greg replied against Colin’s soft lips as he eased himself into a more comfortable position. “And you, too, Ry-guy.” “Bach atcha, Greg.” Reaching over Greg’s head, Colin turned out the light, bathing the room in total darkness. It wasn’t very long before the three of them fell into a deep slumber, entwined together in sleep just as they were in life. None of them would have wanted it any other way. ******* ******* Running his hands through his freshly styled hair, Greg jogged down the steps, turned a corner, and followed his nose into the kitchen. Colin was already there, long apron covering his slim form as he stood at the stove stirring something that smelled heavenly. “Morning, Col!” Greg greeted, grinning and stepping over to lay a kiss on the smoothly shaven cheek of the chef. “Greg,” Colin replied with a smile, still stirring. “I was wondering how long it was going to take before you darkened my doorstep. Pull up a chair. Brunch is almost ready.” “Oh, man, I’d love to, but I think it’s just gonna be coffee today, Col. I’ve got to get ready for that gig I’m doing tonight.” Colin gave him a look. “And you’ll have time to eat something between now and then…when, again?” Sighing, Greg bent over and eyed Colin’s rear. “What are you doing?” “Checking to see if you’ve got tail feathers sprouting out of your ass, man. I swear, you can be such a mother hen sometimes.” “Cluck you.” Greg rolled his eyes. “That was funny. Not.” “Don’t make me pull out the ‘starving kids in Africa’ bit, Greg. I’m telling you, you won’t like it. Especially since I haven’t had my coffee yet.” “Well, I can fix that easily enough, man!” Greg replied, bustling over to the professional-grade coffee maker and pouring two cups. Handing one cup to Colin, he brought the other to his lips and took a healthy sip, groaning in happiness. “Man, that’s some good shit.” “So’s my cooking, so sit your butt at the table and eat or I’ll pack it in a bright pink Barbie lunchbox and make you take it to work with you.” “You wouldn’t,” Greg sneered. Colin lifted an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I?” Slumping his shoulders in mock defeat, Greg trudged over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “There. Satisfied?” “After the show,” Colin replied, smirking. “If you’re lucky.” “Me? You’ll be the lucky one, dude.” Colin chuckled softly. “Don’t I know it.” Spooning out the eggs, bacon and potatoes onto a plate, he brought it over to the table and sat it down in front of Greg. “There you go. Eat up.” “Thanks, man.” Despite his protestations, Greg really was hungry, and the food was, as always, delicious. “You’re coming tonight, right?” he asked around a mouthful of potatoes. “I hope to be, yes.” Greg snorted. “I meant to the show, Col.” He shook his head. “Man, I never would have pegged you for such a horndog when I first met you.” “You’ve been a bad influence,” Colin replied primly as he returned to the stove. “Just part of my charm, man,” Greg replied, shoveling another forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Seriously, though, you’re coming, right?” “I’ll be there, Greg. No worries, eh?” “Good. And Ry?” Colin turned and pinned him with his dark eyes. “You’d know that better than I. Didn’t you have a chance to ask him when you two were going at it like weasels this morning?” Greg smirked. “It’s kinda hard to ask questions when you’ve got a dick in your mouth, man.” He squirmed a little in his seat, his asscheeks still stinging—albeit pleasantly so—from the morning’s activities. “I’ll have to remember that,” was Colin’s dry retort as he turned back to the stove. “Last time I checked, Ryan was going to be there, yes.” “Cool.” Taking a long sip of his coffee, Greg shook his head. “I hope I don’t fucking blow it out there. My agent told me there were supposed to be a couple assholes up from Showtime to check it out.” Sliding his own plate onto the table, Colin moved next to Greg, tipped his chin up, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Both men’s breathing was decidedly labored when they finally pulled apart. “You’ll do fine,” Colin husked, dark eyes sparkling. “Christ, Col,” Greg ground out, shifting yet again in his seat, “couldn’t you have done that earlier this morning? Now I’m gonna have to walk around with a fucking hard-on the rest of the fucking day.” Chuckling softly, Colin patted Greg’s package before sitting himself at the table. “I’m sure you’ll survive. Besides, I had to make sure you had something nutritious in your belly before your big night. Wouldn’t do for you to pass out in front of all those VIPs.” “Shit, I’m about to do that right now, since all my blood’s in my dick, man.” “You’ll live,” Colin replied, taking a taste of his own cooking. “Mm. Not bad.” He looked over at Greg. “Is His Majesty expected to put in an appearance any time soon?” Greg guffawed. “Fuck no. Last time I checked, he was crashed out on the bed, pissing off the dirt-nappers with his snoring. I wouldn’t expect him down here ‘till two at least.” “Someone sounds proud of himself,” Colin observed, smirking. Greg buffed his nails on his shirt. “If you’ve got it, man….” “Put a cock ring around it and stuff it in the closet?” Colin asked, his face the very picture of innocence. Greg gulped. “Um…no?” Colin merely looked at him, an enigmatic smile hovering on his lips. “Aw, shit. Let’s just forget I said that, okay?” “Mind like a steel trap,” Colin replied, tapping his head. “Sorry.” “C’mon, Col! You know what that shit does to me! I’m hard as a fucking rock already!” Colin rolled his eyes. “And you call me a horndog. You just had it off with Ryan this morning.” “So? That was, like, hours ago, man!” “That’s right. You spent the rest of the time on your hair.” Greg bit his tongue, and Colin smirked. “Smart boy.” He eyed Greg’s distressed trousers. “Looks like we’ll have to remedy your little problem, won’t we.” Slipping from his chair, Colin eased his long frame beneath the generously-sized kitchen table, grabbed the legs of Greg’s chair and jerked forward so that the smaller man was sitting fully at the table. “Colin? Col? What the fu—?” His words abruptly cut off as nimble fingers worked at his belt, button and zipper, then freed his erection from its confines and began to stroke, softly at first. “Jesus Christ!” he yelped. “Colin! What are you doing?” “If you have to ask,” came the dry as dust reply, “I must not be doing it right.” “Holy fuck!” Warm, wet lips descended on his throbbing shaft, and soon Colin’s mouth was engulfing him whole, his tongue fluttering along the underside in a way that made Greg’s eyes cross. His hand slipped reflexively beneath the table and came to cup the fine hair at the base of Colin’s skull. “You’re fucking good at this, Col.” Colin pulled his mouth briefly away. “Finish your breakfast.” “What? With you sucking my cock like that? Fucking impossible, man.” A cool stream of breath floated over his cockhead, causing him to break out in spontaneous goosebumps. “Eat it, or I won’t eat you.” “Oh, man. You’re gonna fucking kill me one of these days. You know that, right?” “Just finish your breakfast while I tend to matters here.” Lifting his fork, Greg shoveled in another helping of potatoes, almost choking on them as Colin’s mouth enveloped him again, his free hand sliding through the fly to fondle his balls. Swallowing hastily, Greg followed it up with a swig of coffee that had, thankfully, cooled down enough not to scald him. His hips started moving of their own accord. He couldn’t help it. With a hand grown suddenly heavy and clumsy, he tried for a forkful of eggs and wound up dumping them all over the table. He tried again, this time managing to actually get the food in his mouth before the feel of Colin’s limber tongue swirling around the head of his dick had him seeing stars. He was able to down one more mouthful before he groaned, loud and long, and dropped his fork. Sliding his other hand beneath the table, it, too, came to rest at the back of Colin’s slowly moving head. “Please, Col,” he begged, “finish me off before I go fucking insane.” Chuckling deep in his chest, Colin firmed his lips and picked up the pace, taking Greg deep, then letting him out, his cheeks hollowing to increase the suction. When he sensed Greg was close, he moved three quarters of the way up the shaft, grasped the remainder in his hand and began pumping hard along flesh lubed by his own saliva. Tossing his head back, Greg let go a long, keening cry as he came into the haven of Colin’s suckling, attentive mouth. Finally emptied, he slumped back in his chair, dazed and boneless as Colin licked him clean, tucked him in, and set his trousers back to rights. Then he eased himself out from beneath the table wiping the corners of his mouth and smiling. “That help you out some?” he asked, sitting back in his chair. “Oh, man, you have no fucking idea,” Greg moaned, blinking slowly as he waited for the world to come back into focus. “No fucking idea at all.” “I’m glad,” Colin replied, pushing his plate away and taking a sip from his coffee. His expression turned serious. “I know you’re going to do well tonight, Greg, and I wish you all the best. I love you.” Greg grinned. “Aww. I love you too, you shit.” Getting up from his chair, he bent down and kissed his lover and sometime Top, enjoying the taste of himself on the other man’s tongue. “Remind me never to say no to your brunch again,” he murmured against the taller man’s lips before pulling away. “Gotta jet. I’ll see you guys tonight, right?” “We’ll be there.” “Alright, man. Hasta.” Scooping up his keys, Greg made for the door, giving a final grin and wave before he exited. After the door had been closed and locked, Colin looked down at his own jeans, which had gotten decidedly snug. He smiled. It looked like Ryan was going to get woken up much sooner than he thought. ******* ******* Ryan was awakened from a pleasant, nonsensical dream by the feel of cool, lubricated hands on his throbbing cock. “Greg,” he murmured, voice harsh with sleep, “don’t you ever get enough? I’m trying to sleep, here!” “I could pretend to be insulted, but I won’t.” Ryan’s eyes flew open. “Colin? I thought you were making breakfast!” His eyes feasted on the dark hair of Colin’s lightly furred chest, and lower, taking in every ridge and line of the straining erection currently pressed against the crease along his inner thigh. “Over and done with hours ago, lazybones. Now I’m interested in another recipe altogether. I hope you don’t mind.” “Mind? No! Not at all!” He squirmed a bit as Colin continued to stroke him, his movements slow and unhurried. He smirked. “I know a place where you can dip your spoon, if you know what I mean.” Colin returned the smirk. “I can think of a couple places right off the top of my head, actually.” “True, but the one you’re nearest to would be quite happy if your decision went in its favor.” “Just as long as it doesn’t try to tell me so,” Colin replied, wrinkling his nose. “Hey! Being able to clear out entire states is a skill I’m quite proud of.” Chuckling, Colin shook his head. “You would be.” Clenching his fist just a smidge more tightly, he began to put some momentum into his strokes. “Well, I…oh, fuck, Col! That’s…Jesus….” Ryan bit his lip as he thrust himself through Colin’s fist. “Fuck almighty!” “Between you and Greg, I’m going to wind up with a swelled head to go with the other currently swollen part of my anatomy.” Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Greg, huh?” “Greg,” Colin replied. “He was still energized from your little encounter with him this morning, apparently.” “Oh he was, was he?” “Indeed.” Still stroking firmly, Colin smirked. “While he was swallowing his breakfast, I was swallowing him.” Ryan moaned deep in his throat, imagining. Though he could play the part of the jealous suitor when desired, he not-so-secretly got off on watching his two lovers going at it. Even the thought put a burn in him. Not that he needed it, given what Colin was currently doing to him, but a little fuel to the fire never hurt. Lubed fingers teased at his entrance and he instinctively spread his legs wide in mute appeal. He hissed with pleasure as those long fingers entered him, giving him just a taste of what was to come. ******* Very much later that same evening, Greg was standing, hands pressed flat against the smooth-painted wall, his head hanging between his shoulders, his pants down around his ankles, and Ryan’s rock hard dick ramming home like there was no tomorrow. “Mm,” he moaned, trying to widen his stance more despite the impediment of his slacks. “Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, Ry, that feels so fucking good. Mm.” Ryan had his fingers curled hard over the front joints of Greg’s thighs, pulling him back and pushing him forward with each long, hard stroke. His thumbs brushed against Greg’s straining cock with every movement, not enough to let him come, but more than enough to hold him on the edge and way more than enough to driving him right out of his fucking gourd with need. His whole body was trembling with the exquisite torture and the need to come. He knew Ryan wasn’t near ready to have that happen, so he simply grit his teeth and hung on for the ride. Neither man stopped, or even turned, when they heard the sound of Greg’s dressing room door opening. It had been locked, and only one other person had been granted access to both the key and the room within. And that person stepped inside, immaculately tailored and groomed, and smiling in that way he had when something he was seeing interested him. And watching Ryan and Greg fucking interested Colin a great deal. He could feel his arousal grow over the scent of musk in the room alone. As he continued inward, eyes glued to the fucking couple, his eyes became even darker than they already were, and intense, like a snake about to strike. His smile was still in place, but it was tinged with more than a touch of lust. Shaking out the sharp creases in his slowly tightening slacks, Colin made his way over to the couch and eased himself down upon it, eyes glued to the two men directly in his line of sight. He watched with interest and mounting arousal as Ryan’s long, thick dick slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, sometimes very slowly, sometimes hard and fast. It was incredibly erotic. More erotic still were Greg’s continuous moans interspersed with fluid and imaginative curses. God, he adored these men, and adored watching them couple with one another. It was a sight he thought of which he’d never grow tired. And even as aroused as he was—he was hard as steel inside his pants—he felt no urge to join them, nor to attend to his own rather pressing matter himself. For him, watching was its own reward, and he intended to savor it. Both men were very well aware of their partner’s scrutiny, and Greg, for one, thanked him for it, because finally Ryan began to speed up and bring more than his thumbs against Greg’s needy cock. “Oh yeah, Ry,” Greg moaned. “Oh fuck, yeah. Just like that, man. You fuck me so fucking good. Mmm.” His normally perfect hair was a stringy, sweaty mess than hung down over his naked eyes Ryan, by contrast, was still fully dressed and perfectly groomed, though the fat beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks bore mute testament to his efforts in this enjoyable matter, as did his increasingly deep and rapid breathing. Grabbing Greg more tightly against him, he began to pound in earnest, his hands finally moving to surround Greg’s shaft with their molten heat. In the extremity of his pleasure, Greg threw his head back, almost knocking Ryan out, huffing out moaning breaths that would make a telephone sex operator turn in his or her headset in jealousy. Colin watched with mounting interest as the angry, purpled head of Greg’s splendid cock popped out from Ryan’s tight fist, then disappeared, only to reappear again, already leaking fluid like the slow drip of a faucet. Lord was he turned on. He wanted a piece of that action, but simply continued to watch, taking in every nuance, every contrast, every similarity. It wasn’t quite as good as being in it himself, but it was close. Damn close. When Greg began to keen, he knew what that meant, and watched with avid attention as the man came in peels of liquid, arching beautifully in the air before splattering against the wall. Ryan stiffened soon after, and in his typical silent style, entered Greg as deep and hard as he could, then froze and released into him, his eyes rolling back into his head before fluttering closed. When he was spent, he fell in against Greg, who fell in against the wall he’d just fouled, holding them both up on legs turned to rubber. Both were breathing heavily, and Ryan had his head buried in the juncture between Greg’s left neck and shoulder. Greg turned his head slightly, and the men shared a long, loving kiss; or as much of one as their currently breathlessness would allow. Sleepy adoration was present in their eyes, and Colin felt his heart fill with happiness. Yes, he was a sap. He admitted that freely. Though he was only such for the right people, and those two people were in the room with him right now. He adored them both so much. Finally, Ryan regained enough strength to slip free and tuck himself back into his pants. Greg bent and pulled his own up and set them to rights. Then, as one, they turned, grinned, and came to sit next to Colin on the couch, one to a side. Ryan laid his head down on Colin’s right shoulder, Greg on his left. Their hands joined in his lap, both sets idly playing over his straining erection. He shifted a bit, then stilled them with his own hand. “Later,” he said softly. “I just want to process this.” He smiled. “Great show, Greg. You wowed ‘em.” “You think so?” Greg asked, his voice heavy with post-sex sleepiness. “No doubt in my mind. You were in top form. Offers will start pouring in. You’ll see.” “I hope so.” Lifting his head, Ryan gently kissed Colin, using his free hand to drag lightly the back of his fingers against his lover’s smooth cheek. “Love you,” he mumbled. “I love you, too,” Colin whispered, rubbing his face into the fingers like a cat. “Wanna fuck you.” “Sadly, I don’t think that’s going to happen for awhile yet,” Colin replied, gently patting the softened cock nested in Ryan’s slacks. “But the thought’s a nice one.” “Night’s still young,” Greg murmured, half asleep. Grinning at him, Colin played with the dark, sweat-soaked hair. “That it is, but you two look like you’re ready for sleep.” “Just give us a few,” Greg slurred, trying to rally. “We’ll be good to go.” “Well, let me take you both home first, and we’ll see where things go, eh?” “Don’t wanna go home,” Ryan sleepily protested. “Wanna fuck you here. Now.” Colin smiled. “I know, Ry, I know, but unless you’ve got a pump hiding in there somewhere, that’s just not going to happen. Come on. Let me get you guys home, ok?” Twin sighs met him, and he shook his head. Standing, he grabbed two sets of hands and tugged. Two bone-tired men rose with him, and without a second glance at anything, the trio turned from the room and left to see what the night awaited them. Colin guessed sleep. But he wasn’t disappointed by that. *******