[FIC] Menage 3

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Happy Friday the 13th.  Today was just as bad as yesterday, almost!  I finally got my work computer, but didn't have sign ons for anything.  Then around three, the mighty E called me.  Hint:  When anyone says to you 'now, don't get upset'...GET UPSET.  Turned out that my house alarm had registered a glass break and intrusion in the side door.  I didn't give a shit about my computers, stereos or televisions.  All I care about are my two tiny chihuahuas who I was picturing dead, splattered somewhere against a wall, or stolen because they're so damn tiny.

Turned out, after three hours in traffic, that there's a damn short in the alarm and no one broke in at all. THANK GOD!  I had to call and reassure my boss that this isn't usually my life.  I usually don't have an employee seize in the parking lot, find out my grandmother died, and find out someone broke into my house all in two days.  Fuck me.  Please?  Jesus.

Anyway, here's part 3 of Menage, and as Clay requested, Colin doesn't participate.  He only watches.

TITLE:  Menage (3)
AUTHOR:  Makingamochrie
PAIRING:  Colin/Ryan/Greg
RATING:  NC-17 for mansmut
DISCLAIMER:  Fiction. Don't own. Don't sue.
SUMMARY:  See above

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.

 

*******

TBC