[FIC] Menage (2)

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Whilst waiting for continuining inspiration to hit on WDF (hopefully another small update will be here tomorrow morning), here's another tiny bit from my loosely related continuing Ryan/Colin/Greg series of shorts.

TITLE:  Menage (2)
AUTHOR: makingamochrie
PAIRING:  Greg/Ryan (IMPLIED), Greg/Colin (NOT IMPLIED)--will be the opposite in the next one of these, I think.
RATING:  NC-17 for mansmut.  NO BDSM.  None.  
DISCLAIMER:  This is nothing but FICTION.  Don't own, don't sue.
SUMMARY:  See above.

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.

 

*******

 

Comments

[eternalghost.livejournal.com]

you make me happy

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Well, that's nice to know. *g* Any particular reason why?

[eternalghost.livejournal.com]

well you're writing is funny and dramatic and sexy all rolled into one, and it makes me happy

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm glad that you enjoy my writing and that I can make you happy. *g* That's a big goal, so thanks!

[pr1sonlove.livejournal.com]

i really like these stories. maybe because it's my favorite three guys and hot action but you can never be too sure. anyways, another good addition, keep it up :)

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

I'll give it my best shot. I think I've got Colin/Ryan and Ryan/Greg in the next one. I'm not sure if I want Colin to join in, to watch, or to be absent in the R/G one (takes place after Greg's gig). We'll see.

[sandssavvy.livejournal.com]

How I love this threesome.

I'm looking forward to more, and the Greg/Colin action was very hot. ;)

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Hey! I'm glad you like it! I love it, too. It's my favorite, if I had to have a threesome, so I figured I'd branch out a little. *g*

[broadway-bound3.livejournal.com]

for some reason, to me, the 'characters' seem almost like the real people. They don't totally sound like the real people. Get it? They sound a little to the left. But I like that line before Greg leaves, '“Aww. I love you too, you shit.” ' LoL!!!!

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I get it. You say that they seem almost like the real people, but they don't sound like the real people? I'm not sure how you can have both, but ok. *g*

[broadway-bound3.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for confusing you. I'm sure you'd get it if you could see me. *makes insane hand movement* (That's usually how I get my point across). Don't worry about it.

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

“Put a cock ring around it and stuff it in the closet?” Colin asked, his face the very picture of innocence. -- *laughs* That is the best line ever. ^_^

Colin pulled his mouth briefly away. “Finish your breakfast.” -- *smirks* Or possibly this.

“Aww. I love you too, you shit.” -- I adore this line, and this is another example of why I adore your Greg.

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Well, thanks! Oh, and your proposal icon! Pure beauty!! *g*

I wrote this one with you in mind to show that the relationship between them is one of caring and love and stuff, not just kink. *g* I liked being able to give Colin some snappy lines. I'm glad you liked, and I'm glad you like my Greg. That's important to me. And so...I'm happy! *g*

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

I wrote this one with you in mind to show that the relationship between them is one of caring and love and stuff, not just kink. -- Ah, well the real test of that, I think, is seeing the next time you do Ryan/Greg. ^_~

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Ryan's going to be taking Greg against the wall of the green room after his (Greg's) big gig. I haven't yet decided what to do with Colin. What would be your preference in the matter? It'll help me decide, since I'm up in the air on the matter. He can join, he can watch, he can not be there at all.

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Hm... I don't really have a preference, I suppose. If you'd prefer him to be there, he should be there. I think I'd like to see him... hm... I don't know. It's hard to say. You had Colin/Greg in this part and you're going to have Ryan/Colin in the next? So... watching, I guess...? I think my preference would be for him to be paying more attention to Ryan, but if there's going to be Ryan/Colin right before that, then I don't know.

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

This next one is picking up where the last one left off. So Colin's a little...pressed...by what he did for Greg, so he wakes Ryan up and they do it. Then we shift to after the show and Ryan and Greg. It doesn't matter to me which way it's taken, with either Colin there, watching, participating, or not there at all. Knowing how it's going to go, do you have a further preference? When you say you want to have 'him' paying more attention to Ryan, do you mean Greg or Colin?

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

No, no real further preference. And I was referring to Colin.

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Drat. *g* I was hoping you'd help nudge the muse. Well, I'll see what she wants to do when she gets there. I think I like the idea of just having Colin walking in on the middle of it and watching, and having Colin focusing on Ryan, as you suggested. That might work for the best. Hmmm. *rubs chin* Thanks!

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Well, the only thing I'd really want to see is evidence of affection between Ryan and Greg. I wouldn't want either to see Colin as more important than the other. Maybe Colin walking in in the middle of it and watching would be best just because he was in the last two sex scenes?

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I didn't originally plan to put it that way, but I wanted Greg to come down after just having had sex with Ryan, but I didn't want to show it because I wanted to start with domesticity. Then things kinda got turned around. And no, neither of them thinks that Colin is more important than the other. I'm trying to make this an equal three way relationship with everyone having their own unique offerings to it, and each valued and loved for both who they are, and what they bring to the family, as it were, so Colin watching works well. Plus, I think he'd get hot watching them together anyway.

[indybaggins.livejournal.com]

"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." I nearly lost my breakfast over that line *snickers* Seriously, greatness.

I tried to think of why I like the three of them in this particular fic (and the last one in this series). I think, when delving into their threesome, I've always preferred there to be tons of history and conflicted feelings. But you show here that it doesn't need to be that way.

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you, Indy! I know how you love your angst! *g* But I did want to show that a threesome really CAN work without that. Though of course there may be plenty of non relationship type angst hanging around somewhere. It's *me* after all. *g*

[almostjulie.livejournal.com]

'kay, so I'm so far behind on When Darkness Falls that I've kinda given up until you finish, but since there are only two parts of this so far, I'm gonna try to keep up. *g*

Yay for Colin/Greg part.

Greg grinned. “Aww. I love you too, you shit.” I think this is my favorite line.

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure why you'd give up on it because you're behind. I mean, it's like reading a book and then putting it down, and then picking it up later. It's not going anywhere. *g* But you read how you like best.

I'm glad you liked C/G!

[almostjulie.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure why you'd give up on it because you're behind. Because I have a sucky memory, and won't be able to remember the earlier parts if I only have a chance to read it once a week :P

But I'll catch up when you're all done. I have every intention of reading; there's too much potential there to pass up entirely :)