Two Sides of a Triangle

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Trowa woke with the knowledge that he had two bodies on either side of him. It was a jolt at first before realization kicked in. It had been late when their activities had ended, so the former acrobat had extended the invitation to stay the night. He hadn’t expected them to accept, but they did.

The bed was big, but not so much that they all had their own space. They had to touch, shoulders rubbing, bodies overlapping slightly to fit without riding the edge of the mattress. It was not something to which Trowa was accustomed, and he expected to be awake all night, unable to allow the vulnerability of sleep with others so close to him, but he really had no problem sleeping.

Maybe the combination of manual labor around the house and sexual release led to a good night’s sleep.

Quatre’s head was pillowed on his chest, hand curled next to his face like a sleeping child. It was endearing. Duo was buried under the blankets; completely unseen from Trowa’s current vantage point, but he could feel him. His cheek pressed against his hip, bangs falling softly along his stomach. Duo’s chest and stomach were pressed against Trowa’s leg with Duo’s legs bent and tangled around his feet.

Last night, after cleaning themselves up a bit and getting ready for bed as best they could without having packed for the night, Duo had fallen into the center of the bed, sprawled across the covers and made the others playfully, Quatre moreso than Trowa, manhandle him into his own space. Quatre was on the end, Duo spooned tightly behind him.

Trowa wasn’t completely comfortable with the concept of ‘snuggling’ as Duo put it, but the braided man had reached behind him, grabbed Trowa’s arm and wrapped it around both Quatre and himself. He wasn’t spooning Duo; the majority of his body was kept apart, but his face was close enough to breath in the scent of his of hair, his fingers curled against the smooth, soft skin of Quatre’s chest.

And he slept like a rock. He must have, because the way he woke up, in the middle, Duo had to have gotten up and switched sides or rolled completely over him in the middle of the night, and he never noticed.

Duo’s face being so close to his groin did not help what was normally just a slight nuisance of a morning semi-erection. There was nothing partial about this morning’s state.

But there was no escaping the two bodies that had him pinned, so he had the choice of waking them or just lounging. It was warm, and the soft patterns of their breathing flowed across the skin of his chest and stomach. It was nice, just laying here like this.

Trowa felt Duo’s breathing pattern shift, and his legs moved along his own. He felt thick strands of hair, worked loose from his braid, trail across his skin as his head turned, nose dragging against the skin over his hipbone. Duo’s stomach and chest pressed tight against Trowa’s thigh as the man stretched his back. He was hard, too.

There was a low hum from beneath the covers, then Trowa felt warm breath across his shaft. He lifted his head just in time to see and feel a blanket covered Duo crawl across his leg and settle himself right between.

A tongue slid up his length as Trowa tried to stay still enough so as not to wake the sleeping blond on his other side. No, that wouldn’t do. Quatre was still fragile; still new to the concept of the three of them together. He couldn’t be left out, couldn’t begin to doubt what would happen if he hadn’t woken up.

All three of them had to be present… and conscious…

Trowa let the sensations that Duo was feeding him roll across his muscles, hips and abs moving with his mouth until hands on his hips halted the movement. Trowa’s arm came up to stroke along Quatre’s back, fingers dragging along the skin from his shoulder to his hip, sliding down to skim over the top of his ass then back up only to start over again.

Gentle stretching movements signaled the blond’s slow entrance into the waking world. His face turned down into the chest beneath him, nose rubbing across that flesh, and he stilled as realization took over. Blue eyes glance up nervously. “Good morning.” He mumbled.

“Morning.” Trowa returned; he could feel a soft smile paint his features before Duo sucked hard on his length, forcing his eyes to close as a shudder ran through him.

Trowa felt Duo’s arm reach out across his thigh, past it, and Quatre’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open in surprise. Quatre’s hips thrust forward against Trowa’s side, and he could feel Duo’s hand wrapped around the blond’s shaft.

Duo’s mouth slipped off Trowa’s cock as he pulled the covers back, so he could look at the others. “Good morning to you, too. It looks like we have all had pleasant dreams.” His voice was teasing but seductive.

Quatre spoke up. “Are we taking turns?”

The others looked at him with furrowed brows.

He clarified. “Does Trowa take me today?”

“No.” Trowa’s voice was sharp, no room for negotiations, and Quatre flinched slightly.

His thoughts went quickly to Trowa’s dislike of him. He had hoped that had changed at least some over the past few days, but maybe not.

Trowa felt the flinch and tried to explain a bit better. “Yesterday was your first time, right?”

Duo spoke up, trying to help clarify. “Trowa’s right, Quat. You’re going to be sore as it is; if you want to be able to walk without pain tomorrow, no bottoming for you today.”

“But I don’t feel sore.” He defended, but Quatre felt Trowa’s hand slide down his back, down to his ass only to grip one of his cheeks and tug it away slightly. The movement caused his channel to move and sent a dull ache through the entire area; he winced and knew they were right. “Fine.” He squirmed a bit. “But I don’t want to sit this one out.”

“What?” Duo looked just as confused as Trowa.

“Trowa sat out last time.” He spoke as if that would explain everything.

Trowa chuckled and Duo had a teasing smile across his face, causing Quatre to huff, but Duo spoke up before the blond could dig himself deeper. “Quatre, the reason Trowa sat out was because you weren’t ready for a threesome, remember? And the only reason I agreed to letting him sit out was because I could tell he’s a complete voyeur, and he would still get pleasure out of watching us. We’re not going to have to switch off partners every time.”

“Oh.” He looked sheepish.

Trowa spoke up. “Just because you’re sore doesn’t mean you are going to get away from us. Sit up.” His hand on Quatre’s back encouraged the motion. Quatre complied, but Trowa wasn’t satisfied. “Scoot up towards me and come to your knees. You’re going to straddle my head facing Duo.”

Quatre’s face went bright red with the description, but strong hands settled on his hips and guided him to where he wanted.

Duo’s eyes lit up as he caught on. “Do you know what rimming is, Quatre?”

“No.”

“I think you’ll like it. Basically, Trowa’s gonna kiss it and make it better. But if you’re uncomfortable or if you don’t like it, just say the word and he’ll stop, right Trowa?”

Those strong hands had moved to the pale, smooth skin of his ass. “Right.”

Quatre felt warm breath caress his cleft before slick heat dragged across him, circling his entrance. His head fell backwards, and he groaned as the aching nerves in his ass screamed their pleasure at the gentle stimulation.

When he felt Trowa echo his moan, he opened his eyes to see that Duo had returned to his task of sucking the taller man off. Blue eyes were riveted to the sight; full, flushed lips surrounded and engulfed that cock, and bright violet eyes locked on his own told him how much he enjoyed being were he was.

Quatre floated on a haze of sensation, hard and wanting from the visual feedback, desperately wanting to be filled by the teasing caresses of Trowa’s tongue. His mind snapped back as he felt Duo’s hand close around his cock, stroking slowly.

He had crawled forward a bit to reach it, and his mouth was free to speak. “Trowa, you don’t mind if I take a ride, do you?” His face was innocent, as if he didn’t already know the answer, and Quatre found himself becoming more and more aroused by the man in front of him.

“Please.” Trowa groaned out.

Duo slid off the bed and tossed the blankets around, trying to find the lube he had tossed off the bed last night. He crawled back on, triumphant.

Quatre opened his eyes to see Duo spreading it across his fingers as his hand reached back between his legs. “What are you doing?”

Duo’s eyes widened, but he began to explain. “Remember what I did to you last night, with my fingers? I’m stretching myself; if you don’t, there’s a lot of pain with penetration.”

Quatre moaned as Trowa began shallow penetration with his tongue. His voice was breathy as he asked. “Can I watch?”

Duo turned around, straddling Trowa’s stomach. “You can help if you want.” His hand reached between his legs, and Quatre watched a finger disappear in side of him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Quatre’s voice was breathy and needy from Trowa’s continued ministrations.

Trowa pulled back, hands massaging Quatre’s ass. “You’ll have to learn sometime, little one.” One hand reached forward, stroking the skin behind his balls and making Quatre shudder.

“Ok.” Duo handed him the lube. “Slick your finger, one at a time, and as I loosen up, add another one.”

Quatre did as he was told, feeling the slick warmth of Duo’s body. He was tight, and his body would clench around him every now and again. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready for the next finger?”

Duo had dropped his weight down onto his elbows as Quatre began to play. “I’ll try, Q, but no guarantees. I tend to lose my head a bit when I get fingered.” He moaned as Quatre pressed deep.

“You feel so good, Duo.” Quatre spoke as the third finger pressed in, when he reached his knuckles, his fingers found a different texture along Duo’s inner walls. And Duo cried out, arching his back and impaling himself on that hand.

Trowa spoke up. “Let him top you, Duo. I want to see if he likes it.”

Duo groaned, desperate. “I’m ready. Do you want me, Quat?”

“Yes.” Quatre groaned deep in his throat as Duo pressed backwards. Quatre held his cock steady and let the braided man take him in slowly.

Quatre couldn’t think; he couldn’t breathe. Trowa was delving deeper, his tongue stretching the soreness away as Duo’s tight channel seared nerves across his entire body. Trowa’s hands were tight on his hips, not allowing him to pull away from that tempting mouth. Duo was rocking his ass back against him. Quatre had no control of the movement, no control of the pleasure being funneled through him.

Duo’s body spasmed around him as Trowa’s tongue brushed across his sweet spot, and Quatre tipped over the edge, crying out his climax.

The blond let himself slip sideways, the mattress cradling his spent body.

Duo felt Quatre release inside him. He wasn’t expecting it so soon. Well, it hadn’t been soon for Quatre. Trowa’s tongue had been tormenting him for quite some time. But this wasn’t a bad thing; Duo had been wanting Trowa’s thick cock inside of him again, had anticipated it since he woke up.

Now he was going to get it. Trowa’s eyes were fierce on him as Duo straddled him, hand holding that shaft upright. He slowly sunk down until the head was forced through then dropped fast and hard.

Trowa groaned and thrust up, hands tight on Duo’s hips. Their rhythm was fast and hard, both had been aroused too long, attending to needs other than their own. Quatre watched them feeling a little off.

He still had bliss coursing through him, and his new lovers were beautiful, but he was no longer part of their vision. He felt a little left out.

Trowa’s hips thrust up hard, slamming Duo’s hips into his own. Duo’s head fell backwards, his eyes rolling uncontrollable for an instant before they fell on Quatre. He was watching with a strange expression on his face.

“Are you done playing, Quatre? Cuz if you’re not, I could use a little help distracting Trowa.” His voice was stop and go with the pace that the taller man was using.

“What do you mean?” The expression vanished, and curiosity took over.

“Kiss him, play with his chest, nipples, something.” Duo ground out.

Trowa chuckled. “Playing dirty.”

“Almost there.” Duo was trying to hold back, but the angle and force of those thrusts were damn accurate. He leaned back, hands stroking Trowa’s balls, and smiled in triumph as Trowa’s rhythm faltered.

Quatre chose that moment to crawl over, his mouth sealing across Trowa’s as his hands gently flowed across the skin of his chest.

Trowa’s hand gripped Quatre’s then moved to cover Duo’s erection. The silent man Quatre gasped at the feeling of his hand being pressed between the velvet rigidity of Duo’s cock and the work rough strength of Trowa’s hand.

Duo cried out as climax took him; his spine bent backwards, eyes wide and unfocused. His opening clenched down tight on Trowa and pulled him over as well.

Quatre watched in awe of his two lovers. They were exquisite, and they wanted him. They were teaching him what to do in their own way, Duo verbally and Trowa physically. They wanted him to participate.

Duo sprawled out across the bed, wrapping Quatre in his arms. “I am sweating, I’m leaking, and my hair looks like a cat’s scratching post. Can I use your shower, Trowa?”

“Yeah. There are towels in the cabinets next to it.” He grunted a bit as he sat up.

“Do you want some company?” Quatre flirted a bit.

“I don’t know. Trowa you up for it?” Duo raised a brow at the other man.

“The shower’s not big enough for three. You two go ahead, I’m going to see what I can do about breakfast.”

Duo smiled. “Trying to seduce me with food, Trowa?”

“Maybe later, my recovery time is not that short.” He smirked and stood to throw on a pair of shorts before walking out of the room.

“You coming, Quat?” Duo was a bit unsure. He wanted to encourage Quatre’s confidence, but he didn’t want to break the only rule they had really set.

Quatre smiled softly. “No, I’ll take one after you’re done. Right now, I really just want to lie here for a little while. My legs feel like jelly.”

Duo smiled and kissed him chastely before heading to the bathroom.

Quatre rolled to his back and let his mind go over the morning’s revelations. He was still hesitant about his place in the relationship, but he had gotten Duo’s message loud and clear.

If he chose to isolate himself, he’d be isolated, but if he wanted to be a part of things, he should just join in. He couldn’t always depend on the other two to guide him. Quatre needed to be assertive.

He was in everyday life. Nothing was denied to him if he put his mind to it in both business and the boardroom. But lately his personal life hadn’t reflected that.

He had lost a big part of himself, and Quatre was just beginning to see that. He used to have a confidence that shown through every aspect of his life, but now he second-guessed almost everything he did. It was that hesitance and insecurity that had caused such contempt in Trowa by the man’s own admission.

It was his loss of confidence that caused Duo such distress. He felt something pulse within his chest, it was a shadow of the determination he used to have, but it was a beginning. And Quatre knew it would be difficult to overcome the hesitancies he had set himself up with over the past few years, but he was determined to do it because he had just had a taste of what it could be like with both Trowa and Duo.

And he wanted to keep it.

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AN: Yeah, well...this chapter was supposed to have a plotline in it. It didn't happen...it will, but apparently not yet. So, still some loose ends to wrap up. Hope you didn't mind the lemon too much. (Ha, that what most people live for anyways, so whatev)

I was going for shy/sexy. Don't know if it worked, but I hope you liked it anyway. Drop a line or hit the button on your way out please!

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