FIC: "The First Rule Of Sharing" 1/1 (Josh Hartnett/Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom) NC-17
Title: "The First Rule Of Sharing" 1/1
Authors: Brenda & Jo (azewewish & idiosyncratic)
Featuring: Josh Hartnett, Karl Urban, Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And Karl isn't fucking Josh or Orlando.
Summary: Karl enjoys an evening with Josh and Orlando - basically, it's a PWP interlude that takes place a few weeks after Lessons.
Karl let himself into the castle and marveled at the silence that greeted him. Harry was in Paris for the week attending Monica's latest show, but as far as he knew, neither Josh nor Orlando had plans. Of course, that could have changed - both men were prone to allowing themselves to be talked into a night of drinking or dancing or both. He made his way through the rooms, but didn't find either of them in their usual haunts on the ground floor. It was, he realized, an odd sensation to possibly have the house to himself for the evening.
He was headed for the stairs when he heard a splash, followed closely by a second. Ah, yes, the pool. Smiling, he checked his steps, and reversed course. He grabbed a cold beer on the way through the kitchen (may as well join the natives, and if they were playing in the pool at midnight, they were definitely out there with a cooler of beer), then leaned against the doorframe of the patio to watch them try to drown each other. They made a stunning picture - both of them dark-haired and sleek and wearing swim trunks that left little to the imagination. Karl knew he was a lucky man.
When Orlando did some complicated maneuver to get out of Josh's slippery grasp, Karl straightened. Interesting. Looked like the child had been training with Harry more than either of them had let on. "Is this a private party," he said after another few minutes of watching them, "or can anyone join?"
Josh's grin of welcome was bright, but his voice was a teasing mixture of challenge and temptation. "Depends on if you were planning on actually joining in or just playing lord of the manor and lounging on the deck."
Orlando floated to the edge of the pool and folded his arms, grinning up at him. "You're way overdressed if you want to join us, love. Unless skinny-dipping is your thing."
"Naked is good," Josh agreed. "But sort of undignified. Which means he won't do it."
Why he'd thought it was a good idea for the two of them to become friends was a mystery, Karl thought, eyeing them both fondly. Now he had centuries of the two of them ganging up on him to look forward to, he just knew it. "Neither of you is naked."
In a move that wasn't surprising in the least, Orlando's arms slipped below the water. About five seconds later, a pair of dripping swim trunks came flying at Karl's head. He dodged them with little effort.
"You were saying?" Orlando asked, as Josh's own swim trunks sailed through the air to flop on top of Orlando's.
"Fair enough." A smart man knew when he'd been outmaneuvered. He started to unbutton his shirt, then paused. "Unless either of you would care to?"
Josh snorted out a laugh. "Have you forgotten how to undress yourself now?"
"Well, he is kinda old," Orlando pointed out, as Josh nodded sadly. "He's probably forgotten that we're pets, not valets to be ordered around."
"Maybe he's mistaken us for Harry."
Orlando shoved a wall of water Josh's way. "Please, like Harry ever let Karl give him orders."
"He took plenty of them," Karl corrected, toeing out of his Italian loafers before reaching for the zipper of his slacks. "He may have been my general, but I still ultimately called the shots. At least, in the beginning."
Josh splashed water back at Orlando. "Then what, you both realized he knew more about military tactics than you?"
"Something like that," Karl admitted, and finally naked, strolled across the deck. He had to admit, the breeze felt heavenly on his skin.
"Wait, wait, wait," Orlando practically screeched, twisting around to face Karl. He held his hands up with his thumbs together in a framing gesture, and Karl stared at him, perplexed.
"What are you doing?"
"Admiring the view." Then Orlando made a little waving motion. "Okay, proceed."
"Cheeky child," Karl said, a warm smile curving his mouth as he slid into the water, which felt even better than the breeze. He floated for a few minutes, easing away the tension from the evening's work, listening to Josh and Orlando splash around in the deep end. When one of the floats bumped up against his arm, he rolled to drape his upper body across it so he could watch them.
They really were incredibly beautiful, and Karl wondered once again how he'd been so fortunate to find them both.
"Shall I assume that the two of you stayed out of trouble tonight?"
"Mostly," Orlando admitted, with a shrug that didn't fool Karl for one second. "We were going to watch a movie, but couldn't agree on which one."
Now that was something of a surprise, given their shared taste in bad British comedy, even worse sci-fi adventure, and truly atrocious horror movies. Karl had a feeling there was more to it than just simply being unable to agree.
"Yeah, I wanted to watch something with explosions and car chases," Josh said, not surprisingly, "but the little prince here wanted to watch some sappy chick flick romance. I think he suggested Breakfast at Tiffany's."
Also, not surprising. Karl chuckled at the dark look that crossed Orlando's face. "He gets like that when Harry's gone for more than a few days. They share a passion for Audrey."
"Anyway," Josh continued, "we had a bit of a scuffle --"
"A friendly wrestling match, really," Orlando supplied.
"- and decided to come out here," Josh finished.
"And the small table in the theater is, um, fixable. Totally fixable," Orlando said, flashing that bright smile that always meant trouble.
"I could probably do it myself, but I wasn't sure if it was some crazy antique thing you got as a gift from someone for, I dunno, building a bridge or solving a dispute or whatever," Josh added.
"Building bridges is more Sean's thing," Karl replied, then frowned. "You both do realize there's a perfectly serviceable gym downstairs with a dojo and boxing ring if you wanted to spar with each other."
"Please," Josh scoffed, this time wrapping a friendly arm around Orlando's shoulders. "When one is in the middle of a scuffle -"
"Friendly wrestling match -"
"Yeah, that. Anyway, it sort of destroys the moment to, like, stop and run downstairs, then start all over again."
"I mean, what if one person's already got the other pinned down," Orlando added in a helpful voice, as he laid his head on Josh's shoulder and batted his eyelashes Karl's way. "Seems hardly fair if that hard work would be wasted if you had to start over again."
Baffled, Karl glanced from one to the other. "Harry and I do it all the time."
"Yeah, but you and Harry, like, fight with weapons and shit, and do the whole karate, jiu-jitsu, whatever thing."
"Anyway, we decided to come out here after we, um -" Orlando looked at Josh and shrugged.
"Redecorated," Josh supplied, with his own bright grin. "The furniture arrangement was getting a little stale."
Karl looked at them for several long minutes. But Josh just continued to smile and Orlando continued to look slightly ridiculous with his head on Josh's shoulder. Neither one of them cracked.
"Why don't I stay out of the theater for a while," Karl finally said, realizing he probably wasn't going to win this one. "At least until you're, ah, finished redecorating."
"Good idea," Orlando quickly said.
"And you said he'd be mad," Josh added, nudging Orlando.
"No," Orlando replied, shaking his head, "what I said is that he'll find some way to make us regret it, probably when we've long forgotten it."
"Oh, right, you did say that. It's almost like you know him."
Karl watched them, looking from one to the other like they were a tennis match. It was fascinating (and a little disturbing, really) how quickly they'd become partners in crime. He was sure he wasn't going to have a peaceful night for possibly the next two or three centuries. Or longer. "Why do I get the feeling there's more to this?"
"That's just you being paranoid, love."
"Harry's bad influence."
Definitely more to it. "Boys..." He trailed off meaningfully, and gave them both a look he'd perfected when Lauren had been very young and already starting to cause mischief. It seemed to work, as well, because they both just looked at each other, then seemed to come to an unspoken agreement.
"Fine," Josh huffed out. He made ripples in the water with his free hand. "We were having a friendly wrestling match to see if Orlando could take Cooper to dinner."
"Just dinner," Orlando added, nudging Josh in the ribs with his elbow. "You forgot that part."
"Yeah, yeah, you have no designs on her person, I know."
"Cooper?" Karl asked, feeling a little like he'd wandered into the middle of a play without any knowledge of the plot. "Orlando wants to ask Cooper on a date?"
"For fuck's sake, don't you start, it's not a date," Orlando glared. "Do you have any idea how many times I've had to tell your boytoy that?"
"I believed you the first time," Josh grinned. "I just had to make sure you understood how serious I was about looking out for her."
"Well, I do," Orlando nodded. "And I will."
"Can we back this up just a few steps." What in God's name was going on here? Why were they wrestling over Cooper? "Start from the beginning."
"Uh, well..." Josh and Orlando finally pulled away from each other, then Josh gestured at Orlando. "You first."
"I like her," Orlando said, pushing wet hair off his forehead. "She seems really nice. And...sad. Like, she doesn't get to laugh all that often. So I thought maybe she could use a friend."
"But since Orlando here already screwed the pooch with Aubrey, and Cooper's definitely not the love 'em and leave 'em type, I had to make sure that the brat over here understood he couldn't toy with her emotionally."
"I see," Karl said thoughtfully, and thought he did. "You thought Orlando would do what he normally does, which is fall in love with every beautiful, interesting person he meets, and went into overprotective mode."
"Oi, I do not fall in love with every beautiful, interesting person I meet."
"Yes, you do," Josh argued, with a grin. "Anyway, yeah, I totally overreacted. But we already had our wrestling match, he won, we both apologized, he's taking her to Cecconi's next week for dinner, and I promised not to wait by the door with a shotgun like some crazy dad from the '50s. So it's all good."
Karl looked at them for another moment, then focused on Orlando. "You're taking her to dinner? Have you actually asked her yet?"
"I called her. And after assuring her that I was asking because I wanted to and not because Josh put me up to it - she liked that I wrestled him into submission when he protested - she said yes."
Karl gave Orlando a thoughtful look. Then he turned his gaze on Josh. "And in your overprotective mode, did you give any thought to the fact that it might be Orlando being hurt in the end?"
"Um."
"I'll take that as a no," Karl drily said, shaking his head. "Given his tendency to fall in love at the drop of a hat - don't argue, you do, and it's one of the things I love about you - what if he does fall in love with her and Cooper wants nothing more than a casual friendship?"
"If that happens, he's got you and Harry to mend his broken heart," Josh said, finally. "Cooper...she doesn't have anyone like that in her life."
"I am not going to fall in love with her," Orlando protested. "I've sworn off everyone that's not you and Harry, remember."
"Just see that you protect that very vulnerable heart of yours," Karl said, finally gliding over to them, and stroking a thumb across Orlando's cheek. "Cooper's a very beautiful woman."
"And given how much Orli loves to fix shit and help people..." Josh ducked out of the way when Orlando splashed at him. "He'd have convinced himself he's in love before dessert."
"It is an excellent first date restaurant," Karl agreed, with a smile for Josh. Then he turned his attention back to Orlando. "Promise me you'll be careful. You may have Harry and me to help you pick up the pieces, as Josh said, but I'd really rather not have to."
"It's not a date," Orlando said with a stubborn set to his jaw. Karl just cupped his chin and waited. Then Orlando exhaled slowly and met Karl's gaze. "Fine, it's a date. But I'm not falling in love with her."
"Keep telling yourself that, princess," Josh teased, splashing back out of reach. "But if you break her heart, I'll kick your ass."
"I'm far more scared of Aubrey than you," Orlando said, sticking out his tongue. "She threatened to castrate me."
"I'll hold you down for her."
Karl wondered if he was going to have to separate them (not an easy task without Harry there to subdue Orlando), but they just splashed at each other for a few minutes. As he watched them, he couldn't help but be relieved that Orlando was going on a date with someone other than himself or Harry. While it was good that Orlando had devoted himself to their relationships over the last few months, Karl didn't want him to feel suffocated or forced.
And he and Harry were both concerned that Orlando would if he didn't eventually realize that he could have a life outside of their bonds. Thankfully, it looked like Orlando was finally ready to do a little exploring.
Orlando swam over to tread water in front of him. "I'll be fine," he quietly said. "I promise. And you have my word that I won't hurt her."
"I don't want either of you to be hurt," Karl said, and gave him a soft kiss. "But, beyond that, I hope you both have an excellent night."
"And if you really want to wow her on this not-date you're going on," Josh grinned, "take her to Club Cicada for dancing after dinner. She's really into the '20s and '30s swing music and dances. She's always wanting to incorporate more swing into our sound, too. Which is good for me, since it involves more sax and trumpet, but it's a fight to keep from going too old school."
"Wait, you said dancing?" Orlando perked up. "I can do dancing."
"Not club dancing," Josh told him, grinning at the face Orlando made. "Shit like the Lindy or the Charleston Hop. You want her to like you, right?"
"You said she already likes me!"
"As a friend, dumbass."
Orlando gave Josh a mutinous look, then sniffed before turning to Karl. "Will you show me those dances?"
"Angling for a second date already?" Karl asked, far too amused with the turn of conversation.
"No," Orlando said. "I just want to show her a good time. Make her laugh."
"She needs it," Josh affirmed. "Ever since...well, anyway, a little levity and harmless fun would be good for her."
"I'm good at that!" Orlando beamed. "Really, I am, ask anyone."
"I know you are, otherwise I wouldn't have let you win the wrestling match."
"You totally did not let me win -"
"Do I truly need to separate you two?"
"No, we'll behave," Josh sighed, and it was so heartfelt that Karl had to tug him close for his own kiss.
"Should I leave you two for some alone time?" Orlando asked, cheeky grin in place. Karl thought he was trying to turn the attention away from himself and Cooper, but he didn't mind. He'd already said everything he'd needed to on that subject.
"Why, are you getting prudish in your old age?" he teased, with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Please," Orlando scoffed, "have you ever known me to be a prude?"
"Furthest thing from it, in fact," Josh agreed.
"Besides," Orlando said, after a quick glance at Josh that had Karl eyeing them both, "you couldn't handle us together."
That arrogance was pure Orlando and so much like Harry that Karl couldn't think for a few seconds beyond the sheer wave of lust. When he could, he saw that Orlando had moved in even closer and Josh still hadn't moved from his side. They shared another look as he watched.
"Should I ask what the two of you are up to or let you surprise me?"
"Your call, Orli," Josh said, after he and Orlando glanced at each other again. "You're alpha pet around these parts."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Orlando chuckled, then gave Karl a look that was all heat and confidence before looking back at Josh. "You really think he's earned it?"
"Yeah, why not," Josh shrugged, the water around him rippling with the movement. "After we wear him out, we can break in the new Assassin's Creed game."
"I like this plan."
"I thought you might."
Karl was positive he couldn't be hearing this right. "I'm sorry, did you say wear me out? As in, the both of you? Together?"
Orlando was close enough to reach out and drag one finger over Karl's shoulder and down one arm. "That doesn't interest you?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't sound all that eager."
"Actually," Josh said, "it sounded like he didn't believe we could do it."
"True." Orlando arched an eyebrow. "Is that it, love? You don't think we can wear you out?"
"I didn't say that, either." Although, he did wonder how they'd be able to when Harry and Orlando hadn't managed it (normally, it was him and Harry wearing Orlando out, then starting in on each other), but that wasn't why he hadn't moved. "I just didn't think the two of you were interested in a threesome."
"Well, it's not like Orli and I're gonna fuck each other or anything," Josh said, and Karl could feel Josh's fingers ghosting over his stomach. "I mean, we're both hot and all, but -"
"We're still not each other's type," Orlando finished, and leaned in, nuzzling Karl's neck. His next words were a slither of heat and promise. "It doesn't mean we're opposed to making you the filling in our sandwich, however. And, if you're a good boy, we might even make out for you."
"I do have some primo pot and some X," Josh said, waggling his eyebrows. It honestly shouldn't have been hot, yet somehow, it was. "So, you up for it?"
Karl looked back and forth between them as he tilted his head to allow Orlando better access. They seemed serious, and both bonds seemed calm enough. And, he had to admit, he'd thought more than once about the day when they'd put him between them and go to town. "I would never say no to the two of you pleasuring me."
"That's the Karl I know and love," Josh grinned, and his fingers trailed down through the treasure trail on Karl's stomach.
"He is greedy," Orlando said, laughing softly against Karl's throat, his own fingers slipping over Karl's shoulder to trail down his back. "Why don't we move this inside, then, fire up some of Josh's weed, maybe have a hit of X..."
"I like the way you think," Josh said. "Let's do this."
Orlando just smiled. When they stepped back, Karl tried to maintain his composure even as every nerve in his body screamed for their touch. He took an extra moment to watch as they pulled themselves from the water and started to towel off, admiring the way lean muscles played beneath their skin.
The small, still rational part of his mind was pleased to see that Orlando had regained his color, his skin a lovely bronze that complimented Josh's slightly paler tan. Karl was very lucky, indeed.
As they toweled off, the light from the patio slid over them and Karl frowned in confusion when he saw dark lines across the back of Orlando's neck. This was new. With grace and a speed that he rarely felt the need to use, he was out of the pool and standing behind Orlando before either of them were finished drying off.
"What?" Orlando asked, clearly startled when Karl lifted wet hair from his nape to study the words inked in flowing black script.
Yr wyf yn eich dwylo chi
"When did you get this?" Karl softly asked, fingertips trailing over the crisp lines.
Orlando looked over his shoulder. "Yesterday morning," he said, then smiled slowly as he took first Karl's hand, then Josh's. "Come inside. You can see it better in proper light."
"I was wondering how long it would take for him to notice," Josh commented, as they made their way into the kitchen. "Although I gotta say, I love that it's healed up so fast."
"Told you you should have gotten one while we were there," Orlando grinned, then turned his back to Karl and lifted his hair.
"Next time." Josh stuck his head in the refrigerator and came out with three fresh beers. "I still think we need to get the matching ones we talked about."
"Definitely."
Karl barely paid them any attention. He lifted his fingers to the letters, traced each one slowly, reverently.
Yr wyf yn eich dwylo chi
I am in your hands.
Oh puppy, he thought, a wealth of emotion running through him. If there was any doubt whatsoever about whom he truly belonged to...
"Have you told Harry yet?" he asked aloud, after placing a kiss to the tattoo and stepping back. He accepted his bottle from Josh with a nod of thanks.
"No," Orlando said, combing his fingers through his hair. "I wanted it to be a surprise."
"He'll love it," Karl said, smiling at the look of relief that flashed through Orlando's eyes.
"Sean helped me with the translation," Orlando admitted, reaching to take his beer from Josh. "I think he was laughing at me, though."
"Not at you," Karl grinned. He knew Sean too well for that. "At the situation."
Orlando peered at him, then shrugged. He took a long pull from his bottle, then lifted his eyes to Karl once more. And the stark predatory hunger that Karl saw in those dark depths stole his breath.
"C'mere," Orlando quietly ordered, eyes flicking to Karl. "And you, just watch."
"Enjoy the show," Josh added, with a smirk that had Karl's blood scrambling all over again.
The next moment, his breath caught entirely as Josh stepped close to Orlando and Orlando slid his hand to tangle in Josh's still-damp hair. Josh smiled, slow and easy, and cupped his own hand around Orlando's jaw as Orlando leaned in and their lips met.
They were, in a word, stunning. Karl was afraid to blink, lest he miss a moment. The kiss was nice and easy, with Josh seemingly content to let Orlando lead the way, and his bonds with both of them hummed with anticipation and slow-burning want. Pink tongues flashed as Orlando deepened the kiss, tilted Josh's head to get a better angle, and Karl went deeper into the bonds to feel what they were feeling. They were both, not surprisingly, enjoying themselves.
When they finally parted, their lips were shiny and slightly bruised, and they were both smiling. "You're a pretty good kisser," Orlando said, as his tongue flicked out to lick across his lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," Josh chuckled, then ducked in to capture Orlando's tongue for another slow, tangled kiss. "This should make shot-gunning a lot more fun."
"Mmmm." Orlando's eyes were half-lidded as he smiled again. "I like the way you think."
"Bedroom?"
"I like that idea even more," Orlando said, his voice practically a purr. He leaned in for another languid kiss, then reached out to snag Karl's hand.
Karl was perfectly content to let them lead him through the castle. Especially if it meant he'd get to watch more of what he just witnessed. With Orlando's love of making out with anyone who was willing and Josh's propensity of just going with the flow, it was shaping up to be a very good night.
Pausing just long enough for Josh to grab his jeans (and Karl really didn't want to know why their clothing was scattered the entire length of the hallway), they reached the bedroom before Karl was ready to jump either one of them. It was a close call, though, with the way they kept touching him and brushing against his body with each step.
Deliberately teasing him, and he realized that he liked it. It had been awhile since he'd been around either of them in this mood.
"Sit," Orlando said, gently pushing him down onto a chair as Josh dropped onto the bed and placed a small tablet on the tip of his tongue. "Watch."
And Karl did just that as Orlando strolled across the room to bend down and suck the tablet from Josh's tongue before pushing him to his back and straddling him. They were absolutely beautiful like this - both sleekly muscled and naked, running their hands all over each other as they shared kiss after kiss. Orlando stroked Josh's arms and sides while Josh ran light nails along Orlando's back, and when Orlando moved from Josh's lips to his chin, Josh simply let his head fall back to allow Orlando better access. Every movement was languid, slow, with the two of them teasing each other as much as Karl.
"Your turn," Orlando said, when he lifted his head again, eyes bright with amusement and want. "I'm not having this party solo."
"It's not my fault you can't keep your hands off me long enough for me to get another pill, dude," Josh teased, and bit at the underside of Orlando's jaw.
"You wish...mmm..." Orlando batted his hand out for the baggie as he closed his eyes. Josh blindly took it from him and put the pill on Orlando's tongue, then captured it with a searing hot kiss that Karl could feel clear to his toes.
They were beyond beautiful. Karl wasn't sure there was a word to describe what he was seeing. But he was content (for now) to watch as his pets showed off for him. The bonds shifting with each shift of their bodies, growing sharper until Karl was inwardly growling in lust and need.
But he held his seat, not wanting them to stop.
Then Orlando lifted his head. "Enjoying the show, love?"
Karl cleared his throat. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I do," Orlando laughed, dragging one hand down Josh's side and rubbing against him in a way that had Josh groaning. "You know, if you wanted a better view, you could come over here and sit."
"Am I going to be allowed to touch?"
Josh and Orlando looked at each other, then shook their heads. "Not just yet," Josh said, giving him a blissed out smile. "You'd just take over and we're not done showing off."
"It's almost like you know him," Orlando chuckled, and patted the space next to them before dipping his head to lick at the hollow of Josh's throat.
Karl didn't waste any time seating himself on the bed beside them. They were even more stunning up close. Now he could see the fine sheen lining Orlando's forehead, and the way Josh's body shuddered as he sighed into the next kiss. Both hands now moved to Orlando's ass, fitting them even closer together, and the bonds crackled now with barely restrained lust. Karl had to physically dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out.
When Orlando sat up and arched his back, Karl licked suddenly dry lips. When Orlando slid one hand down his own chest and across his stomach, Karl swallowed hard. And when Orlando wrapped that hand around his cock and Josh's, Karl made a noise that was not at all dignified.
"Problems?" Orlando asked, with a low, dirty laugh. Josh just watched Karl through slitted lids as he rocked up into each stroke of Orlando's hand.
"Ah..." Karl swallowed again, letting his eyes roam over them. They were both dewed in sweat, matching flushes high on their cheeks, and Karl wanted to touch them more than he'd wanted anything in quite awhile. But for once in his life, he didn't have the first clue where to start.
Orlando just smiled and looked down at Josh. "Think we've teased him long enough?"
"Maybe for this phase."
"Good point."
Phase? There were going to be phases? Karl suddenly wasn't quite as sure of himself as he had been. That assurance dropped a little more when they both looked at him and smiled identical smiles.
"Lay back on the bed," Orlando said, slipping off of Josh.
"And slide up the headboard," Josh added, rolling to kneel beside Orlando.
"Make yourself comfortable."
"You're gonna be here awhile." Then Josh gave him a quick kiss and scooted around to his other side, opposite Orlando. They looked at each other over his prone body. "Start at the top and work our way down?"
"Sounds good," Orlando nodded, then crooked his finger to beckon Josh to him. Karl had a beautiful close-up view as they shared another slow, voluptuous kiss, and Karl felt the shiver work its way down his spine.
"This is gonna be fun," Josh grinned, when they parted. Orlando just hummed his assent, then both bent their heads to Karl's shoulders, lips and tongues sliding over his skin as they lapped at him like kittens with bowls of cream. Phases, they'd said. Clearly, this new one was going to be to drive him completely insane with sensation.
He shifted under the exquisite torture, trying to urge them on to more sensitive spots. They simply ignored him and moved at their own pace. It was several long minutes before they even reached his nipples.
At the first flick of their tongues across the hard nubs, Karl fisted his hands in the covers beneath them. He was no longer certain he was going to survive this. They paused to kiss again, and the sight of their tongues dancing together was almost enough to completely splinter his fraying control.
"Relax," Josh whispered as they started to work their way down his body once more. Relax. Like that was an option.
His stomach muscles quivered as they licked and suckled further south, both of them working in synchronicity, almost like they could read each other's minds. Which, frankly, was a thought that both terrified and excited him in equal measure. He held his breath as they worked over his hips, biting and nipping, inching closer and closer to his cock. Then they lifted their heads again and shared a look, and Karl caught Orlando's slight nod.
Then he felt a flutter of breath along the head and lost what little breath he had left. Soft lips trailed down his shaft, then back up, each caress liquid-soft and just on this side of unbearable. When they met for another slow kiss, Karl made a noise in the back of his throat that barely registered as human.
Josh's soft laugh was a low puff of air across sensitized skin. The teasing continued until Karl was shifting beneath them, growls spilling from his lips in a continuous sound. Just as he was ready to grab one of them and flip them over and take, they sat up.
"What..."
The question died in his throat as he watched their lips meet. It was slow and lazy and breathtaking. When they finally pulled back, Josh reached out and trailed one finger along the length of Karl's cock.
"Roll over," Orlando said, softly, yet confident he'd be obeyed.
Karl wondered if he'd picked it up from Harry. The thought barely registered before Karl was aware that he was moving, his body responding to trace of steel in Orlando's voice. He started to lift up (in protest, in shock, he wasn't sure), when two pairs of hands pressed on his shoulders, holding him to the mattress. Then soft lips touched the top of his spine, and Karl buried his face in the pillow.
They were literally going to kill him.
He forced himself to relax, slowed his breathing to match their slow, easy pace as they drifted soft kisses all down his back, then lower. When he dipped back into the bonds, he still felt that same amusement, but over it was a deep sense of pleasure that they'd managed to get him to lose some of his control. As they ghosted light kisses along the backs of his thighs, he ceded it all to them, put himself entirely in their hands. If they wanted him to be at their mercy, there were certainly worse fates he could endure.
//Now you're getting it// Josh said, clearly eavesdropping in on his thoughts, and he heard Orlando's soft laughter in his head as well.
By the time they were at his calves and ankles, Karl felt like he might have melted into the bed. It had been quite awhile since he'd been so boneless just from kisses over his body. The change of pace - even if his pets were determined to kill him - was sort of nice.
//Spread your legs for us, love.// The command was whisper-soft, brushed across his mind, and Karl obeyed without giving it any thought. Warm lips slid up the inside of his thighs, and he made a soft noise of pleasure. That noise built into a low moan as gentle hands spread him apart so first one, then a second soft tongue could flutter across his opening. Jesus, they really were going to kill him.
They took turns, giving him no respite, and he found himself clutching the headboard in an effort to stay still. Gentle bites were delivered to the insides of his thighs and then they'd circle back to tease and torment. He was (unashamedly) close to a sobbing wreck before fingers pressed into him (Orlando's, he thought) while a sleek tongue continued to swirl and lick.
//You look really good like this.// Josh again, assured and pleased, as both the tongue and the fingers probed deeper. //My tongue up your ass, Orlando's fingers working you open for us...//
Us? The question barely flitted across his brain before they twisted even deeper and both of them flooded the bond with need and love and want and too many other emotions to count. Karl all but melted as he came with a hoarse whisper, their names the only thought running through his head.
"He truly is sexy as hell like this," Josh commented, but it sounded like it was coming from miles away.
"I think he's ready for phase three, yeah?" Orlando asked, curling his fingers deep inside Karl and bringing his body back into pleasurable focus.
"I know I am." Then Josh's lips were at his ear, and he was softly urging Karl to move on top of him, and Karl allowed himself to be arranged like a rag doll until Josh was underneath him, knees draped over either side of Josh's hips, and Orlando was pressing against his back.
"Love you," Orlando whispered in his ear, pressing deeper, stroking across his prostate with each slick glide.
Then Orlando pulled away, and Josh was there, heavy and thick, pushing inside of him.
"You're beautiful like this," Orlando said, his hands stroking down Karl's back, over his hips, along his thighs.
As Josh started to move, Karl gave himself over to them again. Each thrust was a slow promise, with Josh's hands tight on his hips. Orlando continued to stroke his back and hips, as one hand dipped down so Orlando could tease his fingertips over Karl's opening as Josh rocked up into him.
"Look at me," Josh said, and Karl opened dazed eyes, blinking rapidly to focus. Josh's face swam into view and he smiled at Karl before looking up and nodding. Karl started to turn, but Orlando was there, nudging against him, his hands closing over Josh's on Karl's hips.
"I love you," Josh told him, a promise, an affirmation. "So much, Karl. Let us prove it, alright. Can you relax and let us show you how much we love you, how much we need you? Can you do that for us?"
Karl could only nod, too far gone for speech, even mentally. He was theirs, utterly and completely.
The next moment, it was like the bottom dropped out of his entire world, as he felt Orlando's hard cock easing in alongside Josh's. Karl instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion, but then Josh's lips were on his own, the kiss soft, reassuring, and Orlando's lips were on the nape of his neck, and their hands were soothing along his sides.
"Trust us," Orlando urged, and how could he not? Still, he could only manage another small nod, permission for Orlando to move again. By the time Orlando started rocking forward, pushing Josh even deeper within him, Karl was positive he was going to go up in flames. Then Orlando and Josh met in a kiss over his shoulder and he knew they hadn't even begun to take him apart.
"You feel fucking amazing," Josh whispered when they parted. His lips brushed Karl's ear, a soft caress that made Karl's head spin.
Then Orlando's hands slid up to curl over his shoulders and Orlando started to rock deeper into Karl, his breath softly panting along the back of Karl's neck. Each thrust pushed them both deeper inside his body, across his prostate. If this was anything at all like how Orlando felt when Karl and Harry did this to him, Karl was amazed that he survived the experience.
"You're doing great," Josh said, his lips moving along Karl's throat. "Just move with us."
Karl tried to, but his body didn't want to work right. He was a ball of pure sensation, and the slightest little movement was going to make him explode. Then, working again in perfect synchronicity, Orlando bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder just as Josh's teeth closed over the pulse point on the other side.
This time, the orgasm rippled through him, like a stone skipping across a lake. He could feel both Josh and Orlando soothing him through their bonds, easing him through the aftershocks, petting him with soft touches. He was clay, utterly receptive to anything they wanted from him.
//Just stay like this// Orlando said, and started moving again, this time faster, and Karl knew that the friction they were creating, the unbearably tight heat, would soon be too much. A few thrusts later, he was proven right, as Josh stiffened beneath him, then Orlando followed suit, and they collapsed together.
For a long handful of minutes, they stayed glued together, Orlando and Josh stroking over Karl's skin and each other's, all of them coming back down to earth as slowly as they could manage. Karl was still pretty sure he wasn't up to moving anytime soon, however.
"Okay, that was seriously the most intense experience ever," Josh said, sounding breathless and utterly fucked out.
"'M not moving," Orlando declared, pressing another kiss to Karl's nape. "Holy fuck..."
"Is that what it's always like for you?" Karl asked, and he, too, sounded wrecked, even to his own ears.
"Yeah," Orlando laughed softly. "Only I usually pass out."
"Now I know why." He hissed softly as they started to untangle themselves from each other and him. A shudder rippled over his skin, then they finally got it all sorted, sprawling on either side of him and sucking in great lungfuls of air.
"Where's the weed?"
"Here," Orlando said.
After a moment, Josh pushed up to one elbow and started to work on rolling a joint. Karl watched, still too boneless to help or even move. Then the sharp bite of perfumed smoke filled the air, and Karl breathed deep.
His eyes opened wide when Josh leaned over to Orlando and blew the smoke into his mouth, tiny tendrils curling up as their lips just touched. Karl had just come twice, but fuck all if he wasn't almost ready to go again just from that sight.
"You always have the good shit," Orlando commented, with a smile that was just this side of unholy.
"Afghan weed, man, it's the friggin' bomb." Josh passed the joint over to Orlando, who took several deep, sweet inhales, then tugged Josh closer for a shotgun that wound up with the two of them lazily making out right over Karl. He couldn't exactly say that he minded.
"When exactly did the two of you start to get so close?" he asked, once they parted, both of them looking languid and satisfied.
"Uh, duh, right after he apologized for the flight from Turkey," Josh said, flopping back down to Karl's side.
"We've been hanging out almost every day for the better part of two years," Orlando added, handing the joint to Karl. "You're not normally that unobservant."
"I knew you two were friends, but..." Karl took a deep hit while he fought to find the words. The way the two of them had been all night, working together seamlessly...it was like nothing he'd ever seen outside of a bonded pair. "I guess I just wasn't expecting the two of you to be so...simpatico."
"Oh, that." Josh shared a look with Orlando, and the two of them grinned. "I hate feeding your ego -"
"Since it's already big enough," Orlando added.
"But we've talked about this. I mean, double-teaming the shit out of you and making you our bitch."
"Well, it worked," Karl admitted, with a wry smile as Josh took the joint from him. "And you two still don't want to do anything with each other...?"
"Nope, not at all," Josh said, shaking his head.
"God, no," Orlando added, making a comical face. "What we've done tonight is far as I want to go with him."
"What Orli said, dude."
"I'm not sure if that's a relief or a disappointment. If Karl was honest, it was a little of both. Although there was a small part of him that wondered what they would look like having sex, he wasn't sure how well he'd handle seeing it. Instead, he tugged them close for a few lazy kisses of his own, then fell back on the pillows as they passed the joint back and forth. "So what's next on your agenda?"
"Next?" Josh studied the glowing end of the joint, then shrugged before glancing at Orlando.
Orlando just smiled and stretched. "Next," he said, reaching over to run a finger along Karl's bottom lip, "I want your mouth on me."
"You're on fire with the good ideas tonight, man," Josh commented. "I could definitely go for kicking back and getting my dick sucked."
"And since you are our bitch tonight," Orlando said, with an eyebrow raise that dared Karl to argue (he hadn't been planning on it - far from it, in fact), "I think you could service us both at the same time."
"Good plan, let's get cleaned up and do it," Josh said, and stood, then pulled Orlando to his feet. "Roll us another one while we're gone, okay?"
Karl watched them (admiring the view of their asses, he readily admitted) as they disappeared into the bathroom, then shook his head in amusement as he found the baggie with the pot and the papers in it and started to roll a fresh joint. They were good-naturedly arguing about some manuever in the new Halo game when they both returned, and Karl spent another minute in unabashed appreciation, gaze moving over one, then the other.
"I am a lucky man."
"I've been telling you that for years," Orlando said, flopping back on the bed.
Josh flopped next to him, already reaching for the new joint. "Damn right you are."
"It's good to remind myself," Karl said as he slid to the end of the bed, then turned to face them. As he'd moved, they had slid closer until they were hip to hip, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as they passed the joint back and forth.
"Though I still say I'm the luckiest," Orlando finally said. "I mean, I get you and Harry."
"Karl's still luckier," Josh grinned. "Face it, dude, he gets the both of us and Harry."
"Huh. I guess he's right."
Karl smiled as he crawled up the bed towards them, stopping when he was in the perfect position between them. "Now I think you both said something about blowjobs?"
"We did," Orlando said, flashing that smile that Karl loved so much. "So why don't you see to that, hmm?"
"Cheeky child," Karl murmured, trailing one hand across Josh's hip, the other up Orlando's thigh. As he bent his head, he saw Josh tip Orlando's chin up for another shotgun that ended in a lazy kiss.
Oh yes, they were going to kill him, he thought. But he couldn't say he minded.
***
Authors: Brenda & Jo (azewewish & idiosyncratic)
Featuring: Josh Hartnett, Karl Urban, Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And Karl isn't fucking Josh or Orlando.
Summary: Karl enjoys an evening with Josh and Orlando - basically, it's a PWP interlude that takes place a few weeks after Lessons.
Karl let himself into the castle and marveled at the silence that greeted him. Harry was in Paris for the week attending Monica's latest show, but as far as he knew, neither Josh nor Orlando had plans. Of course, that could have changed - both men were prone to allowing themselves to be talked into a night of drinking or dancing or both. He made his way through the rooms, but didn't find either of them in their usual haunts on the ground floor. It was, he realized, an odd sensation to possibly have the house to himself for the evening.
He was headed for the stairs when he heard a splash, followed closely by a second. Ah, yes, the pool. Smiling, he checked his steps, and reversed course. He grabbed a cold beer on the way through the kitchen (may as well join the natives, and if they were playing in the pool at midnight, they were definitely out there with a cooler of beer), then leaned against the doorframe of the patio to watch them try to drown each other. They made a stunning picture - both of them dark-haired and sleek and wearing swim trunks that left little to the imagination. Karl knew he was a lucky man.
When Orlando did some complicated maneuver to get out of Josh's slippery grasp, Karl straightened. Interesting. Looked like the child had been training with Harry more than either of them had let on. "Is this a private party," he said after another few minutes of watching them, "or can anyone join?"
Josh's grin of welcome was bright, but his voice was a teasing mixture of challenge and temptation. "Depends on if you were planning on actually joining in or just playing lord of the manor and lounging on the deck."
Orlando floated to the edge of the pool and folded his arms, grinning up at him. "You're way overdressed if you want to join us, love. Unless skinny-dipping is your thing."
"Naked is good," Josh agreed. "But sort of undignified. Which means he won't do it."
Why he'd thought it was a good idea for the two of them to become friends was a mystery, Karl thought, eyeing them both fondly. Now he had centuries of the two of them ganging up on him to look forward to, he just knew it. "Neither of you is naked."
In a move that wasn't surprising in the least, Orlando's arms slipped below the water. About five seconds later, a pair of dripping swim trunks came flying at Karl's head. He dodged them with little effort.
"You were saying?" Orlando asked, as Josh's own swim trunks sailed through the air to flop on top of Orlando's.
"Fair enough." A smart man knew when he'd been outmaneuvered. He started to unbutton his shirt, then paused. "Unless either of you would care to?"
Josh snorted out a laugh. "Have you forgotten how to undress yourself now?"
"Well, he is kinda old," Orlando pointed out, as Josh nodded sadly. "He's probably forgotten that we're pets, not valets to be ordered around."
"Maybe he's mistaken us for Harry."
Orlando shoved a wall of water Josh's way. "Please, like Harry ever let Karl give him orders."
"He took plenty of them," Karl corrected, toeing out of his Italian loafers before reaching for the zipper of his slacks. "He may have been my general, but I still ultimately called the shots. At least, in the beginning."
Josh splashed water back at Orlando. "Then what, you both realized he knew more about military tactics than you?"
"Something like that," Karl admitted, and finally naked, strolled across the deck. He had to admit, the breeze felt heavenly on his skin.
"Wait, wait, wait," Orlando practically screeched, twisting around to face Karl. He held his hands up with his thumbs together in a framing gesture, and Karl stared at him, perplexed.
"What are you doing?"
"Admiring the view." Then Orlando made a little waving motion. "Okay, proceed."
"Cheeky child," Karl said, a warm smile curving his mouth as he slid into the water, which felt even better than the breeze. He floated for a few minutes, easing away the tension from the evening's work, listening to Josh and Orlando splash around in the deep end. When one of the floats bumped up against his arm, he rolled to drape his upper body across it so he could watch them.
They really were incredibly beautiful, and Karl wondered once again how he'd been so fortunate to find them both.
"Shall I assume that the two of you stayed out of trouble tonight?"
"Mostly," Orlando admitted, with a shrug that didn't fool Karl for one second. "We were going to watch a movie, but couldn't agree on which one."
Now that was something of a surprise, given their shared taste in bad British comedy, even worse sci-fi adventure, and truly atrocious horror movies. Karl had a feeling there was more to it than just simply being unable to agree.
"Yeah, I wanted to watch something with explosions and car chases," Josh said, not surprisingly, "but the little prince here wanted to watch some sappy chick flick romance. I think he suggested Breakfast at Tiffany's."
Also, not surprising. Karl chuckled at the dark look that crossed Orlando's face. "He gets like that when Harry's gone for more than a few days. They share a passion for Audrey."
"Anyway," Josh continued, "we had a bit of a scuffle --"
"A friendly wrestling match, really," Orlando supplied.
"- and decided to come out here," Josh finished.
"And the small table in the theater is, um, fixable. Totally fixable," Orlando said, flashing that bright smile that always meant trouble.
"I could probably do it myself, but I wasn't sure if it was some crazy antique thing you got as a gift from someone for, I dunno, building a bridge or solving a dispute or whatever," Josh added.
"Building bridges is more Sean's thing," Karl replied, then frowned. "You both do realize there's a perfectly serviceable gym downstairs with a dojo and boxing ring if you wanted to spar with each other."
"Please," Josh scoffed, this time wrapping a friendly arm around Orlando's shoulders. "When one is in the middle of a scuffle -"
"Friendly wrestling match -"
"Yeah, that. Anyway, it sort of destroys the moment to, like, stop and run downstairs, then start all over again."
"I mean, what if one person's already got the other pinned down," Orlando added in a helpful voice, as he laid his head on Josh's shoulder and batted his eyelashes Karl's way. "Seems hardly fair if that hard work would be wasted if you had to start over again."
Baffled, Karl glanced from one to the other. "Harry and I do it all the time."
"Yeah, but you and Harry, like, fight with weapons and shit, and do the whole karate, jiu-jitsu, whatever thing."
"Anyway, we decided to come out here after we, um -" Orlando looked at Josh and shrugged.
"Redecorated," Josh supplied, with his own bright grin. "The furniture arrangement was getting a little stale."
Karl looked at them for several long minutes. But Josh just continued to smile and Orlando continued to look slightly ridiculous with his head on Josh's shoulder. Neither one of them cracked.
"Why don't I stay out of the theater for a while," Karl finally said, realizing he probably wasn't going to win this one. "At least until you're, ah, finished redecorating."
"Good idea," Orlando quickly said.
"And you said he'd be mad," Josh added, nudging Orlando.
"No," Orlando replied, shaking his head, "what I said is that he'll find some way to make us regret it, probably when we've long forgotten it."
"Oh, right, you did say that. It's almost like you know him."
Karl watched them, looking from one to the other like they were a tennis match. It was fascinating (and a little disturbing, really) how quickly they'd become partners in crime. He was sure he wasn't going to have a peaceful night for possibly the next two or three centuries. Or longer. "Why do I get the feeling there's more to this?"
"That's just you being paranoid, love."
"Harry's bad influence."
Definitely more to it. "Boys..." He trailed off meaningfully, and gave them both a look he'd perfected when Lauren had been very young and already starting to cause mischief. It seemed to work, as well, because they both just looked at each other, then seemed to come to an unspoken agreement.
"Fine," Josh huffed out. He made ripples in the water with his free hand. "We were having a friendly wrestling match to see if Orlando could take Cooper to dinner."
"Just dinner," Orlando added, nudging Josh in the ribs with his elbow. "You forgot that part."
"Yeah, yeah, you have no designs on her person, I know."
"Cooper?" Karl asked, feeling a little like he'd wandered into the middle of a play without any knowledge of the plot. "Orlando wants to ask Cooper on a date?"
"For fuck's sake, don't you start, it's not a date," Orlando glared. "Do you have any idea how many times I've had to tell your boytoy that?"
"I believed you the first time," Josh grinned. "I just had to make sure you understood how serious I was about looking out for her."
"Well, I do," Orlando nodded. "And I will."
"Can we back this up just a few steps." What in God's name was going on here? Why were they wrestling over Cooper? "Start from the beginning."
"Uh, well..." Josh and Orlando finally pulled away from each other, then Josh gestured at Orlando. "You first."
"I like her," Orlando said, pushing wet hair off his forehead. "She seems really nice. And...sad. Like, she doesn't get to laugh all that often. So I thought maybe she could use a friend."
"But since Orlando here already screwed the pooch with Aubrey, and Cooper's definitely not the love 'em and leave 'em type, I had to make sure that the brat over here understood he couldn't toy with her emotionally."
"I see," Karl said thoughtfully, and thought he did. "You thought Orlando would do what he normally does, which is fall in love with every beautiful, interesting person he meets, and went into overprotective mode."
"Oi, I do not fall in love with every beautiful, interesting person I meet."
"Yes, you do," Josh argued, with a grin. "Anyway, yeah, I totally overreacted. But we already had our wrestling match, he won, we both apologized, he's taking her to Cecconi's next week for dinner, and I promised not to wait by the door with a shotgun like some crazy dad from the '50s. So it's all good."
Karl looked at them for another moment, then focused on Orlando. "You're taking her to dinner? Have you actually asked her yet?"
"I called her. And after assuring her that I was asking because I wanted to and not because Josh put me up to it - she liked that I wrestled him into submission when he protested - she said yes."
Karl gave Orlando a thoughtful look. Then he turned his gaze on Josh. "And in your overprotective mode, did you give any thought to the fact that it might be Orlando being hurt in the end?"
"Um."
"I'll take that as a no," Karl drily said, shaking his head. "Given his tendency to fall in love at the drop of a hat - don't argue, you do, and it's one of the things I love about you - what if he does fall in love with her and Cooper wants nothing more than a casual friendship?"
"If that happens, he's got you and Harry to mend his broken heart," Josh said, finally. "Cooper...she doesn't have anyone like that in her life."
"I am not going to fall in love with her," Orlando protested. "I've sworn off everyone that's not you and Harry, remember."
"Just see that you protect that very vulnerable heart of yours," Karl said, finally gliding over to them, and stroking a thumb across Orlando's cheek. "Cooper's a very beautiful woman."
"And given how much Orli loves to fix shit and help people..." Josh ducked out of the way when Orlando splashed at him. "He'd have convinced himself he's in love before dessert."
"It is an excellent first date restaurant," Karl agreed, with a smile for Josh. Then he turned his attention back to Orlando. "Promise me you'll be careful. You may have Harry and me to help you pick up the pieces, as Josh said, but I'd really rather not have to."
"It's not a date," Orlando said with a stubborn set to his jaw. Karl just cupped his chin and waited. Then Orlando exhaled slowly and met Karl's gaze. "Fine, it's a date. But I'm not falling in love with her."
"Keep telling yourself that, princess," Josh teased, splashing back out of reach. "But if you break her heart, I'll kick your ass."
"I'm far more scared of Aubrey than you," Orlando said, sticking out his tongue. "She threatened to castrate me."
"I'll hold you down for her."
Karl wondered if he was going to have to separate them (not an easy task without Harry there to subdue Orlando), but they just splashed at each other for a few minutes. As he watched them, he couldn't help but be relieved that Orlando was going on a date with someone other than himself or Harry. While it was good that Orlando had devoted himself to their relationships over the last few months, Karl didn't want him to feel suffocated or forced.
And he and Harry were both concerned that Orlando would if he didn't eventually realize that he could have a life outside of their bonds. Thankfully, it looked like Orlando was finally ready to do a little exploring.
Orlando swam over to tread water in front of him. "I'll be fine," he quietly said. "I promise. And you have my word that I won't hurt her."
"I don't want either of you to be hurt," Karl said, and gave him a soft kiss. "But, beyond that, I hope you both have an excellent night."
"And if you really want to wow her on this not-date you're going on," Josh grinned, "take her to Club Cicada for dancing after dinner. She's really into the '20s and '30s swing music and dances. She's always wanting to incorporate more swing into our sound, too. Which is good for me, since it involves more sax and trumpet, but it's a fight to keep from going too old school."
"Wait, you said dancing?" Orlando perked up. "I can do dancing."
"Not club dancing," Josh told him, grinning at the face Orlando made. "Shit like the Lindy or the Charleston Hop. You want her to like you, right?"
"You said she already likes me!"
"As a friend, dumbass."
Orlando gave Josh a mutinous look, then sniffed before turning to Karl. "Will you show me those dances?"
"Angling for a second date already?" Karl asked, far too amused with the turn of conversation.
"No," Orlando said. "I just want to show her a good time. Make her laugh."
"She needs it," Josh affirmed. "Ever since...well, anyway, a little levity and harmless fun would be good for her."
"I'm good at that!" Orlando beamed. "Really, I am, ask anyone."
"I know you are, otherwise I wouldn't have let you win the wrestling match."
"You totally did not let me win -"
"Do I truly need to separate you two?"
"No, we'll behave," Josh sighed, and it was so heartfelt that Karl had to tug him close for his own kiss.
"Should I leave you two for some alone time?" Orlando asked, cheeky grin in place. Karl thought he was trying to turn the attention away from himself and Cooper, but he didn't mind. He'd already said everything he'd needed to on that subject.
"Why, are you getting prudish in your old age?" he teased, with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Please," Orlando scoffed, "have you ever known me to be a prude?"
"Furthest thing from it, in fact," Josh agreed.
"Besides," Orlando said, after a quick glance at Josh that had Karl eyeing them both, "you couldn't handle us together."
That arrogance was pure Orlando and so much like Harry that Karl couldn't think for a few seconds beyond the sheer wave of lust. When he could, he saw that Orlando had moved in even closer and Josh still hadn't moved from his side. They shared another look as he watched.
"Should I ask what the two of you are up to or let you surprise me?"
"Your call, Orli," Josh said, after he and Orlando glanced at each other again. "You're alpha pet around these parts."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Orlando chuckled, then gave Karl a look that was all heat and confidence before looking back at Josh. "You really think he's earned it?"
"Yeah, why not," Josh shrugged, the water around him rippling with the movement. "After we wear him out, we can break in the new Assassin's Creed game."
"I like this plan."
"I thought you might."
Karl was positive he couldn't be hearing this right. "I'm sorry, did you say wear me out? As in, the both of you? Together?"
Orlando was close enough to reach out and drag one finger over Karl's shoulder and down one arm. "That doesn't interest you?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't sound all that eager."
"Actually," Josh said, "it sounded like he didn't believe we could do it."
"True." Orlando arched an eyebrow. "Is that it, love? You don't think we can wear you out?"
"I didn't say that, either." Although, he did wonder how they'd be able to when Harry and Orlando hadn't managed it (normally, it was him and Harry wearing Orlando out, then starting in on each other), but that wasn't why he hadn't moved. "I just didn't think the two of you were interested in a threesome."
"Well, it's not like Orli and I're gonna fuck each other or anything," Josh said, and Karl could feel Josh's fingers ghosting over his stomach. "I mean, we're both hot and all, but -"
"We're still not each other's type," Orlando finished, and leaned in, nuzzling Karl's neck. His next words were a slither of heat and promise. "It doesn't mean we're opposed to making you the filling in our sandwich, however. And, if you're a good boy, we might even make out for you."
"I do have some primo pot and some X," Josh said, waggling his eyebrows. It honestly shouldn't have been hot, yet somehow, it was. "So, you up for it?"
Karl looked back and forth between them as he tilted his head to allow Orlando better access. They seemed serious, and both bonds seemed calm enough. And, he had to admit, he'd thought more than once about the day when they'd put him between them and go to town. "I would never say no to the two of you pleasuring me."
"That's the Karl I know and love," Josh grinned, and his fingers trailed down through the treasure trail on Karl's stomach.
"He is greedy," Orlando said, laughing softly against Karl's throat, his own fingers slipping over Karl's shoulder to trail down his back. "Why don't we move this inside, then, fire up some of Josh's weed, maybe have a hit of X..."
"I like the way you think," Josh said. "Let's do this."
Orlando just smiled. When they stepped back, Karl tried to maintain his composure even as every nerve in his body screamed for their touch. He took an extra moment to watch as they pulled themselves from the water and started to towel off, admiring the way lean muscles played beneath their skin.
The small, still rational part of his mind was pleased to see that Orlando had regained his color, his skin a lovely bronze that complimented Josh's slightly paler tan. Karl was very lucky, indeed.
As they toweled off, the light from the patio slid over them and Karl frowned in confusion when he saw dark lines across the back of Orlando's neck. This was new. With grace and a speed that he rarely felt the need to use, he was out of the pool and standing behind Orlando before either of them were finished drying off.
"What?" Orlando asked, clearly startled when Karl lifted wet hair from his nape to study the words inked in flowing black script.
Yr wyf yn eich dwylo chi
"When did you get this?" Karl softly asked, fingertips trailing over the crisp lines.
Orlando looked over his shoulder. "Yesterday morning," he said, then smiled slowly as he took first Karl's hand, then Josh's. "Come inside. You can see it better in proper light."
"I was wondering how long it would take for him to notice," Josh commented, as they made their way into the kitchen. "Although I gotta say, I love that it's healed up so fast."
"Told you you should have gotten one while we were there," Orlando grinned, then turned his back to Karl and lifted his hair.
"Next time." Josh stuck his head in the refrigerator and came out with three fresh beers. "I still think we need to get the matching ones we talked about."
"Definitely."
Karl barely paid them any attention. He lifted his fingers to the letters, traced each one slowly, reverently.
Yr wyf yn eich dwylo chi
I am in your hands.
Oh puppy, he thought, a wealth of emotion running through him. If there was any doubt whatsoever about whom he truly belonged to...
"Have you told Harry yet?" he asked aloud, after placing a kiss to the tattoo and stepping back. He accepted his bottle from Josh with a nod of thanks.
"No," Orlando said, combing his fingers through his hair. "I wanted it to be a surprise."
"He'll love it," Karl said, smiling at the look of relief that flashed through Orlando's eyes.
"Sean helped me with the translation," Orlando admitted, reaching to take his beer from Josh. "I think he was laughing at me, though."
"Not at you," Karl grinned. He knew Sean too well for that. "At the situation."
Orlando peered at him, then shrugged. He took a long pull from his bottle, then lifted his eyes to Karl once more. And the stark predatory hunger that Karl saw in those dark depths stole his breath.
"C'mere," Orlando quietly ordered, eyes flicking to Karl. "And you, just watch."
"Enjoy the show," Josh added, with a smirk that had Karl's blood scrambling all over again.
The next moment, his breath caught entirely as Josh stepped close to Orlando and Orlando slid his hand to tangle in Josh's still-damp hair. Josh smiled, slow and easy, and cupped his own hand around Orlando's jaw as Orlando leaned in and their lips met.
They were, in a word, stunning. Karl was afraid to blink, lest he miss a moment. The kiss was nice and easy, with Josh seemingly content to let Orlando lead the way, and his bonds with both of them hummed with anticipation and slow-burning want. Pink tongues flashed as Orlando deepened the kiss, tilted Josh's head to get a better angle, and Karl went deeper into the bonds to feel what they were feeling. They were both, not surprisingly, enjoying themselves.
When they finally parted, their lips were shiny and slightly bruised, and they were both smiling. "You're a pretty good kisser," Orlando said, as his tongue flicked out to lick across his lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," Josh chuckled, then ducked in to capture Orlando's tongue for another slow, tangled kiss. "This should make shot-gunning a lot more fun."
"Mmmm." Orlando's eyes were half-lidded as he smiled again. "I like the way you think."
"Bedroom?"
"I like that idea even more," Orlando said, his voice practically a purr. He leaned in for another languid kiss, then reached out to snag Karl's hand.
Karl was perfectly content to let them lead him through the castle. Especially if it meant he'd get to watch more of what he just witnessed. With Orlando's love of making out with anyone who was willing and Josh's propensity of just going with the flow, it was shaping up to be a very good night.
Pausing just long enough for Josh to grab his jeans (and Karl really didn't want to know why their clothing was scattered the entire length of the hallway), they reached the bedroom before Karl was ready to jump either one of them. It was a close call, though, with the way they kept touching him and brushing against his body with each step.
Deliberately teasing him, and he realized that he liked it. It had been awhile since he'd been around either of them in this mood.
"Sit," Orlando said, gently pushing him down onto a chair as Josh dropped onto the bed and placed a small tablet on the tip of his tongue. "Watch."
And Karl did just that as Orlando strolled across the room to bend down and suck the tablet from Josh's tongue before pushing him to his back and straddling him. They were absolutely beautiful like this - both sleekly muscled and naked, running their hands all over each other as they shared kiss after kiss. Orlando stroked Josh's arms and sides while Josh ran light nails along Orlando's back, and when Orlando moved from Josh's lips to his chin, Josh simply let his head fall back to allow Orlando better access. Every movement was languid, slow, with the two of them teasing each other as much as Karl.
"Your turn," Orlando said, when he lifted his head again, eyes bright with amusement and want. "I'm not having this party solo."
"It's not my fault you can't keep your hands off me long enough for me to get another pill, dude," Josh teased, and bit at the underside of Orlando's jaw.
"You wish...mmm..." Orlando batted his hand out for the baggie as he closed his eyes. Josh blindly took it from him and put the pill on Orlando's tongue, then captured it with a searing hot kiss that Karl could feel clear to his toes.
They were beyond beautiful. Karl wasn't sure there was a word to describe what he was seeing. But he was content (for now) to watch as his pets showed off for him. The bonds shifting with each shift of their bodies, growing sharper until Karl was inwardly growling in lust and need.
But he held his seat, not wanting them to stop.
Then Orlando lifted his head. "Enjoying the show, love?"
Karl cleared his throat. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I do," Orlando laughed, dragging one hand down Josh's side and rubbing against him in a way that had Josh groaning. "You know, if you wanted a better view, you could come over here and sit."
"Am I going to be allowed to touch?"
Josh and Orlando looked at each other, then shook their heads. "Not just yet," Josh said, giving him a blissed out smile. "You'd just take over and we're not done showing off."
"It's almost like you know him," Orlando chuckled, and patted the space next to them before dipping his head to lick at the hollow of Josh's throat.
Karl didn't waste any time seating himself on the bed beside them. They were even more stunning up close. Now he could see the fine sheen lining Orlando's forehead, and the way Josh's body shuddered as he sighed into the next kiss. Both hands now moved to Orlando's ass, fitting them even closer together, and the bonds crackled now with barely restrained lust. Karl had to physically dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out.
When Orlando sat up and arched his back, Karl licked suddenly dry lips. When Orlando slid one hand down his own chest and across his stomach, Karl swallowed hard. And when Orlando wrapped that hand around his cock and Josh's, Karl made a noise that was not at all dignified.
"Problems?" Orlando asked, with a low, dirty laugh. Josh just watched Karl through slitted lids as he rocked up into each stroke of Orlando's hand.
"Ah..." Karl swallowed again, letting his eyes roam over them. They were both dewed in sweat, matching flushes high on their cheeks, and Karl wanted to touch them more than he'd wanted anything in quite awhile. But for once in his life, he didn't have the first clue where to start.
Orlando just smiled and looked down at Josh. "Think we've teased him long enough?"
"Maybe for this phase."
"Good point."
Phase? There were going to be phases? Karl suddenly wasn't quite as sure of himself as he had been. That assurance dropped a little more when they both looked at him and smiled identical smiles.
"Lay back on the bed," Orlando said, slipping off of Josh.
"And slide up the headboard," Josh added, rolling to kneel beside Orlando.
"Make yourself comfortable."
"You're gonna be here awhile." Then Josh gave him a quick kiss and scooted around to his other side, opposite Orlando. They looked at each other over his prone body. "Start at the top and work our way down?"
"Sounds good," Orlando nodded, then crooked his finger to beckon Josh to him. Karl had a beautiful close-up view as they shared another slow, voluptuous kiss, and Karl felt the shiver work its way down his spine.
"This is gonna be fun," Josh grinned, when they parted. Orlando just hummed his assent, then both bent their heads to Karl's shoulders, lips and tongues sliding over his skin as they lapped at him like kittens with bowls of cream. Phases, they'd said. Clearly, this new one was going to be to drive him completely insane with sensation.
He shifted under the exquisite torture, trying to urge them on to more sensitive spots. They simply ignored him and moved at their own pace. It was several long minutes before they even reached his nipples.
At the first flick of their tongues across the hard nubs, Karl fisted his hands in the covers beneath them. He was no longer certain he was going to survive this. They paused to kiss again, and the sight of their tongues dancing together was almost enough to completely splinter his fraying control.
"Relax," Josh whispered as they started to work their way down his body once more. Relax. Like that was an option.
His stomach muscles quivered as they licked and suckled further south, both of them working in synchronicity, almost like they could read each other's minds. Which, frankly, was a thought that both terrified and excited him in equal measure. He held his breath as they worked over his hips, biting and nipping, inching closer and closer to his cock. Then they lifted their heads again and shared a look, and Karl caught Orlando's slight nod.
Then he felt a flutter of breath along the head and lost what little breath he had left. Soft lips trailed down his shaft, then back up, each caress liquid-soft and just on this side of unbearable. When they met for another slow kiss, Karl made a noise in the back of his throat that barely registered as human.
Josh's soft laugh was a low puff of air across sensitized skin. The teasing continued until Karl was shifting beneath them, growls spilling from his lips in a continuous sound. Just as he was ready to grab one of them and flip them over and take, they sat up.
"What..."
The question died in his throat as he watched their lips meet. It was slow and lazy and breathtaking. When they finally pulled back, Josh reached out and trailed one finger along the length of Karl's cock.
"Roll over," Orlando said, softly, yet confident he'd be obeyed.
Karl wondered if he'd picked it up from Harry. The thought barely registered before Karl was aware that he was moving, his body responding to trace of steel in Orlando's voice. He started to lift up (in protest, in shock, he wasn't sure), when two pairs of hands pressed on his shoulders, holding him to the mattress. Then soft lips touched the top of his spine, and Karl buried his face in the pillow.
They were literally going to kill him.
He forced himself to relax, slowed his breathing to match their slow, easy pace as they drifted soft kisses all down his back, then lower. When he dipped back into the bonds, he still felt that same amusement, but over it was a deep sense of pleasure that they'd managed to get him to lose some of his control. As they ghosted light kisses along the backs of his thighs, he ceded it all to them, put himself entirely in their hands. If they wanted him to be at their mercy, there were certainly worse fates he could endure.
//Now you're getting it// Josh said, clearly eavesdropping in on his thoughts, and he heard Orlando's soft laughter in his head as well.
By the time they were at his calves and ankles, Karl felt like he might have melted into the bed. It had been quite awhile since he'd been so boneless just from kisses over his body. The change of pace - even if his pets were determined to kill him - was sort of nice.
//Spread your legs for us, love.// The command was whisper-soft, brushed across his mind, and Karl obeyed without giving it any thought. Warm lips slid up the inside of his thighs, and he made a soft noise of pleasure. That noise built into a low moan as gentle hands spread him apart so first one, then a second soft tongue could flutter across his opening. Jesus, they really were going to kill him.
They took turns, giving him no respite, and he found himself clutching the headboard in an effort to stay still. Gentle bites were delivered to the insides of his thighs and then they'd circle back to tease and torment. He was (unashamedly) close to a sobbing wreck before fingers pressed into him (Orlando's, he thought) while a sleek tongue continued to swirl and lick.
//You look really good like this.// Josh again, assured and pleased, as both the tongue and the fingers probed deeper. //My tongue up your ass, Orlando's fingers working you open for us...//
Us? The question barely flitted across his brain before they twisted even deeper and both of them flooded the bond with need and love and want and too many other emotions to count. Karl all but melted as he came with a hoarse whisper, their names the only thought running through his head.
"He truly is sexy as hell like this," Josh commented, but it sounded like it was coming from miles away.
"I think he's ready for phase three, yeah?" Orlando asked, curling his fingers deep inside Karl and bringing his body back into pleasurable focus.
"I know I am." Then Josh's lips were at his ear, and he was softly urging Karl to move on top of him, and Karl allowed himself to be arranged like a rag doll until Josh was underneath him, knees draped over either side of Josh's hips, and Orlando was pressing against his back.
"Love you," Orlando whispered in his ear, pressing deeper, stroking across his prostate with each slick glide.
Then Orlando pulled away, and Josh was there, heavy and thick, pushing inside of him.
"You're beautiful like this," Orlando said, his hands stroking down Karl's back, over his hips, along his thighs.
As Josh started to move, Karl gave himself over to them again. Each thrust was a slow promise, with Josh's hands tight on his hips. Orlando continued to stroke his back and hips, as one hand dipped down so Orlando could tease his fingertips over Karl's opening as Josh rocked up into him.
"Look at me," Josh said, and Karl opened dazed eyes, blinking rapidly to focus. Josh's face swam into view and he smiled at Karl before looking up and nodding. Karl started to turn, but Orlando was there, nudging against him, his hands closing over Josh's on Karl's hips.
"I love you," Josh told him, a promise, an affirmation. "So much, Karl. Let us prove it, alright. Can you relax and let us show you how much we love you, how much we need you? Can you do that for us?"
Karl could only nod, too far gone for speech, even mentally. He was theirs, utterly and completely.
The next moment, it was like the bottom dropped out of his entire world, as he felt Orlando's hard cock easing in alongside Josh's. Karl instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion, but then Josh's lips were on his own, the kiss soft, reassuring, and Orlando's lips were on the nape of his neck, and their hands were soothing along his sides.
"Trust us," Orlando urged, and how could he not? Still, he could only manage another small nod, permission for Orlando to move again. By the time Orlando started rocking forward, pushing Josh even deeper within him, Karl was positive he was going to go up in flames. Then Orlando and Josh met in a kiss over his shoulder and he knew they hadn't even begun to take him apart.
"You feel fucking amazing," Josh whispered when they parted. His lips brushed Karl's ear, a soft caress that made Karl's head spin.
Then Orlando's hands slid up to curl over his shoulders and Orlando started to rock deeper into Karl, his breath softly panting along the back of Karl's neck. Each thrust pushed them both deeper inside his body, across his prostate. If this was anything at all like how Orlando felt when Karl and Harry did this to him, Karl was amazed that he survived the experience.
"You're doing great," Josh said, his lips moving along Karl's throat. "Just move with us."
Karl tried to, but his body didn't want to work right. He was a ball of pure sensation, and the slightest little movement was going to make him explode. Then, working again in perfect synchronicity, Orlando bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder just as Josh's teeth closed over the pulse point on the other side.
This time, the orgasm rippled through him, like a stone skipping across a lake. He could feel both Josh and Orlando soothing him through their bonds, easing him through the aftershocks, petting him with soft touches. He was clay, utterly receptive to anything they wanted from him.
//Just stay like this// Orlando said, and started moving again, this time faster, and Karl knew that the friction they were creating, the unbearably tight heat, would soon be too much. A few thrusts later, he was proven right, as Josh stiffened beneath him, then Orlando followed suit, and they collapsed together.
For a long handful of minutes, they stayed glued together, Orlando and Josh stroking over Karl's skin and each other's, all of them coming back down to earth as slowly as they could manage. Karl was still pretty sure he wasn't up to moving anytime soon, however.
"Okay, that was seriously the most intense experience ever," Josh said, sounding breathless and utterly fucked out.
"'M not moving," Orlando declared, pressing another kiss to Karl's nape. "Holy fuck..."
"Is that what it's always like for you?" Karl asked, and he, too, sounded wrecked, even to his own ears.
"Yeah," Orlando laughed softly. "Only I usually pass out."
"Now I know why." He hissed softly as they started to untangle themselves from each other and him. A shudder rippled over his skin, then they finally got it all sorted, sprawling on either side of him and sucking in great lungfuls of air.
"Where's the weed?"
"Here," Orlando said.
After a moment, Josh pushed up to one elbow and started to work on rolling a joint. Karl watched, still too boneless to help or even move. Then the sharp bite of perfumed smoke filled the air, and Karl breathed deep.
His eyes opened wide when Josh leaned over to Orlando and blew the smoke into his mouth, tiny tendrils curling up as their lips just touched. Karl had just come twice, but fuck all if he wasn't almost ready to go again just from that sight.
"You always have the good shit," Orlando commented, with a smile that was just this side of unholy.
"Afghan weed, man, it's the friggin' bomb." Josh passed the joint over to Orlando, who took several deep, sweet inhales, then tugged Josh closer for a shotgun that wound up with the two of them lazily making out right over Karl. He couldn't exactly say that he minded.
"When exactly did the two of you start to get so close?" he asked, once they parted, both of them looking languid and satisfied.
"Uh, duh, right after he apologized for the flight from Turkey," Josh said, flopping back down to Karl's side.
"We've been hanging out almost every day for the better part of two years," Orlando added, handing the joint to Karl. "You're not normally that unobservant."
"I knew you two were friends, but..." Karl took a deep hit while he fought to find the words. The way the two of them had been all night, working together seamlessly...it was like nothing he'd ever seen outside of a bonded pair. "I guess I just wasn't expecting the two of you to be so...simpatico."
"Oh, that." Josh shared a look with Orlando, and the two of them grinned. "I hate feeding your ego -"
"Since it's already big enough," Orlando added.
"But we've talked about this. I mean, double-teaming the shit out of you and making you our bitch."
"Well, it worked," Karl admitted, with a wry smile as Josh took the joint from him. "And you two still don't want to do anything with each other...?"
"Nope, not at all," Josh said, shaking his head.
"God, no," Orlando added, making a comical face. "What we've done tonight is far as I want to go with him."
"What Orli said, dude."
"I'm not sure if that's a relief or a disappointment. If Karl was honest, it was a little of both. Although there was a small part of him that wondered what they would look like having sex, he wasn't sure how well he'd handle seeing it. Instead, he tugged them close for a few lazy kisses of his own, then fell back on the pillows as they passed the joint back and forth. "So what's next on your agenda?"
"Next?" Josh studied the glowing end of the joint, then shrugged before glancing at Orlando.
Orlando just smiled and stretched. "Next," he said, reaching over to run a finger along Karl's bottom lip, "I want your mouth on me."
"You're on fire with the good ideas tonight, man," Josh commented. "I could definitely go for kicking back and getting my dick sucked."
"And since you are our bitch tonight," Orlando said, with an eyebrow raise that dared Karl to argue (he hadn't been planning on it - far from it, in fact), "I think you could service us both at the same time."
"Good plan, let's get cleaned up and do it," Josh said, and stood, then pulled Orlando to his feet. "Roll us another one while we're gone, okay?"
Karl watched them (admiring the view of their asses, he readily admitted) as they disappeared into the bathroom, then shook his head in amusement as he found the baggie with the pot and the papers in it and started to roll a fresh joint. They were good-naturedly arguing about some manuever in the new Halo game when they both returned, and Karl spent another minute in unabashed appreciation, gaze moving over one, then the other.
"I am a lucky man."
"I've been telling you that for years," Orlando said, flopping back on the bed.
Josh flopped next to him, already reaching for the new joint. "Damn right you are."
"It's good to remind myself," Karl said as he slid to the end of the bed, then turned to face them. As he'd moved, they had slid closer until they were hip to hip, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as they passed the joint back and forth.
"Though I still say I'm the luckiest," Orlando finally said. "I mean, I get you and Harry."
"Karl's still luckier," Josh grinned. "Face it, dude, he gets the both of us and Harry."
"Huh. I guess he's right."
Karl smiled as he crawled up the bed towards them, stopping when he was in the perfect position between them. "Now I think you both said something about blowjobs?"
"We did," Orlando said, flashing that smile that Karl loved so much. "So why don't you see to that, hmm?"
"Cheeky child," Karl murmured, trailing one hand across Josh's hip, the other up Orlando's thigh. As he bent his head, he saw Josh tip Orlando's chin up for another shotgun that ended in a lazy kiss.
Oh yes, they were going to kill him, he thought. But he couldn't say he minded.
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