Saturday Morning
Title: Saturday Morning
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 2,134
Warnings: poly
Author's Note: follows Customer Appreciation. Can be read alone, but might make more sense read together.
It's a good threesome. I think three is a good number. --Bruce Campbell (totally taken out of context) ^_^
Scott double-checked his email and his schedule for the next week. Reassured that his work was complete for the day, he shut down his computer and sat back, stretching his arms up and resting his hands behind his head. Friday had come to mean all kinds of good things since the night Denis brought Greg home to play. Friday nights led into even better Saturday mornings. Not that Greg had quite seen it that way in the beginning.
With his business in start-up, Greg had been manning the store on his own, working seven days a week. The main street businesses typically closed by 5:00 PM, except on Thursdays when they all stayed open until 9:00 PM, so at least the hours weren’t long, and Greg had claimed not to mind the daily work. But the store opened every morning at 9:00 AM. Scott had known before he fell asleep that first night, arm across his two men as they held each other, that Greg would become a permanent fixture in their bed and in their life. And Scott insisted on one morning a week of play.
Greg had balked, at first. He had barked a bit about his career and his independence, and when that hadn’t swayed Scott, he had snarled about his sexual freedom, then finally yipped and whined about Employment Cost Index and budget woes and fears of failure. Scott had merely waited for him to run out of excuses, and then waited while Denis put on his accountant hat and pulled out his calculator, and worked out a plan for Greg to hire Denis’s niece to work three hours on Saturday mornings. Greg had agreed to come to the house Fridays after close and stay the night. He had still insisted on getting up to unlock the store for Abby, but would then come back, shed his clothes and climb back into the bed. Sometimes Scott and Denis slept in and waited for Greg to return, and sometimes he joined them in progress.
The next morning would be the first time he allowed Abby to open the store herself. Scott knew Greg would worry, but he thought he could probably find a way to distract him. Smiling, Scott walked out of his office at the rear of the house and went to prepare for his men to come home to him.
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Friday's plans had been steaks on the grill followed by a ropes demonstration at the club downtown. They were not really in the scene: Scott wasn't a Dom, just expected to be obeyed. Or as Greg often reminded him, he was bossy. But Denis liked just a little something extra now and then and Scott loved the way the shows would make Denis's eyes hot and leave him panting, ready to strip down right in the club if Scott ever gave the word. He equally loved the look of shock in Greg's eyes, Greg who thought himself so worldly in his previous life of 'sexual freedom.'
After the club was a bit of ropes play at home, which brought as many laughs as moans, followed by sleep curled around one another.
Waking up first on Saturday, Scott reveled in having his men both with him in bed. Denis was curled against his left side, his head on Scott's chest and his leg over Scott's leg. Greg was spooned behind Denis, his arm holding Denis, but his hand resting at Scott's groin, fingers just brushing the hair above his cock. Scott's morning erection was trying its hardest to stretch towards those fingers. He stayed still a few more minutes, watching his men sleep and feeling his arousal ripen from generic morning wood to sharp and pointed anticipation of Saturday morning bedplay.
Scott's left arm was tucked behind his pillow, likely having fled there to avoid being used as a pillow and losing circulation. He awkwardly brought it down to Denis's shoulder, rubbing lightly at his soft skin. Denis moved in his sleep, pushing against Scott, shifting in a way that made room for Scott's arm around him and also brought Denis's morning wood in contact with Scott's hip. A low moan vibrated against Scott's chest as Denis began moving his hips.
Greg had been disturbed by Denis's movement and was closer to awake then Denis. His hand twitched on Scott's groin and Scott helped him along. With his right hand he grasped Greg's and brought them together to his cock, guiding Greg's hand slowly until it began moving on its own. Scott smirked when Greg's head rose up, his eyes blinking sleepily but his hand never pausing.
"Good morning," he whispered. His eyes were drooping closed when they opened wide, attention brought to Denis's hips where the continued to move between Greg and Scott. "He asleep?"
"Mm, yes." Scott gazed fondly at his lover.
"Think he'll wake up before he comes?"
"Sometimes he does, sometimes coming wakes him, and sometimes he sleeps through the whole thing."
Greg's lips quirked. "Sometimes, huh? I'm beginning to understand your fascination with mornings. Are you going to let him sleep through it this morning?"
"No. The way your hips are moving with his, I think he'll wake soon, anyway."
"... m'up."
Scott chuckled at that statement from Denis, whose eyes were still closed and whose hips had not paused from grinding his cock into Scott's hip. "Yes, I can feel you are 'up', but you're not awake yet."
"Mm, no … 'm'wake. Ready."
"Ready?" Greg asked, his hand pausing its attention to Scott's cock.
Scott looked down at Denis, who was licking his lips and stretching his neck as he slowly came awake. "Yes, I think we are ready. Can you check him? Then hand me a glove."
Greg took his hand from Scott and slid it behind Denis, out of Scott's sight. "Mm, yeah, he's still slick and he's opening right up. You should be fine with a lubed condom." Greg rolled to the side to get a condom from the nightstand, then rolled back and rolled it onto Scott's cock.
"Okay, Denis, let's see if you're as awake as you say. Come have a morning stretch." Scott squeezed his arm around Denis, then let go, giving a small push. Denis stretched and yawned, crawling into place straddling Scott, following the suggestion and stretching his long body up towards the ceiling, a small smile on his lips at the delay in seating himself on Scott's cock. A moment later he positioned himself and sat, pulling Scott's cock into his tight, warm ass. Scott held his breath behind clenched teeth while Denis adjusted, his sleepy smile still in place but his eyes were open, his gaze heated as he watched Scott. Then he pushed himself up and dropped again, pulling a moan from both of them, and an echoing moan from Greg where he stared at the spot Scott and Denis were joined.
Scott and Denis moved together a few times, finding a rhythm together, before Scott turned to Greg. "You want me to fuck you after? Or do you want his mouth?" Saturday mornings were all about choices for his men.
Greg watched Scott and Denis come together once more before dragging his gaze to Scott, then quickly up to Denis. He groaned at whatever he saw there, but Scott missed it, still watching Greg's face. "Uhn, both. I want both."
Scott grinned. "Both. We can do both. Denis, on your back or on your knees?" He hardly needed to ask, but that was part of the game. Denis didn't speak, just ground himself down once more, then leaned forward, kissing Scott and letting Scott's cock slide out of him. Then he flopped over on his back, arms over his head and looked between Scott and Greg, waiting.
Scott nodded to Greg. "Go to it." Greg wasted no time crawling into place, knees to either side of Denis's head. Denis moved his arms to accommodate, cradling Greg's ass in his hands, fingers already moving to get inside. Scott moved down the mattress and Denis opened his hips, his yoga flexibility coming very much in handy. Scott would need that help to make this good while still leaving room for Greg. He pulled one of Denis's legs up around his hip, and pushed back inside.
Greg had started fucking Denis's mouth in earnest, two of Denis's fingers riding that wave inside Greg's ass, making way for Scott later on. The site of his lovers moving together was almost too much, but it also inspired him to hold on long enough to make it good for both of his men.
They moved together, not in sync, but still with a sort of rhythm of their own, Greg thrusting his cock wildly down Denis's throat, Scott pushing into Denis with more control, keeping a close eye on the other two. Denis had started a litany of groans in response to both Scott and Greg, and Greg was echoing the groans as they vibrated against his cock.
When Greg's groans started getting cut off by the hitches in his breath, Scott knew he was close. "Greg, up. Come put your hands on Denis." Greg might fuss about his independence outside of bed now and then, but in bed his instinct was to obey, and he pulled back against Denis's restraining hands almost immediately. Denis and Greg cried out in unison at the separation, but Denis's was short-lived as Greg's hands began plucking at nipples and brushing over his balls and gripping his cock, squeezing and pulling and massaging the leaking head.
Denis had been holding his hips up by strength of his abdomen almost entirely, but now with Greg out of the way, Scott bent forward, pushing Denis's legs up and getting his knees under him to really thrust. This left Greg little room, but the angle was allowing Scott to pull further back and push in with more control, increasing the pleasure Denis felt with each thrust. Denis's breathing had increased to near-hyperventilation, his moans long cut off and short cries of, "ah, ah, ah," in their place. His eyes were shut tight.
"Time to wake up, Denny. Open your eyes and watch me fuck you. Watch my fat cock enter you over and over. Watch our Greg pull your cock while your lips are still swollen from sucking his. Watch yourself come so hard you'd think you hadn't come in a week, never mind three times last night. Once in the car on the way home, and twice trussed up so pretty in my ropes-"
"Ah, ah, ahhhh-" Denis was coming, streams of come managing to coat the three of them. Greg continued to stroke Denis while Scott held very still as Denis's asshole squeezed his cock. When Denis's muscles relaxed all at once, Scott pulled out and lowered limp legs to the mattress. "M'not pretty," Denis's slack mouth barely formed the words. Scott smiled but didn't answer.
Greg's short laugh sounded just a bit hysterical and Scott looked at him, eyes blown and cock straining. Greg raised a come-stained hand to his chest and painted his nipples, staring right at Scott. He was probably aiming at seductive, but Scott read him as desperate and that was more than enough of a turn-on in the circumstances. A quick cleanup and a new condom and he had Greg on his knees, face and chest pressed to the mattress. He knew it wouldn't take much for either of them and entered Greg carefully but quickly. He felt him stretch around him and gave it a second longer before pounding into him. Greg lasted a handful of thrusts before coming all over the sheet below him. Scott pushed through Greg's orgasm, his whole body buzzing in anticipation by this point. Denis pulled himself over and started kissing Greg, deep open-mouthed kisses meant more as a display for him, as Denis's watching eye attested to. The show did the trick, pushing him over the edge. He came in Greg's ass with a roar, his hips continuing to move until every bit of pleasure had been milked from the action. Then he dropped to the side and pulled Greg over, Denis scooting over to tangle with them.
They drifted, sated, for a few minutes before Scott addressed Denis's backtalk. "We'll argue over whether you are pretty or not when you've seen the video evidence. Until we have video evidence, you are pretty if I say you are."
"Video!" Twin exclamations joined twin head's popping up, eyes wide, one with interest and the other with shock. Scott laughed and pulled them closer. He loved Saturday mornings.
He would give it a few more months before he informed Greg that he was moving in with them. Or at least a couple more weeks.
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 2,134
Warnings: poly
Author's Note: follows Customer Appreciation. Can be read alone, but might make more sense read together.
It's a good threesome. I think three is a good number. --Bruce Campbell (totally taken out of context) ^_^
Scott double-checked his email and his schedule for the next week. Reassured that his work was complete for the day, he shut down his computer and sat back, stretching his arms up and resting his hands behind his head. Friday had come to mean all kinds of good things since the night Denis brought Greg home to play. Friday nights led into even better Saturday mornings. Not that Greg had quite seen it that way in the beginning.
With his business in start-up, Greg had been manning the store on his own, working seven days a week. The main street businesses typically closed by 5:00 PM, except on Thursdays when they all stayed open until 9:00 PM, so at least the hours weren’t long, and Greg had claimed not to mind the daily work. But the store opened every morning at 9:00 AM. Scott had known before he fell asleep that first night, arm across his two men as they held each other, that Greg would become a permanent fixture in their bed and in their life. And Scott insisted on one morning a week of play.
Greg had balked, at first. He had barked a bit about his career and his independence, and when that hadn’t swayed Scott, he had snarled about his sexual freedom, then finally yipped and whined about Employment Cost Index and budget woes and fears of failure. Scott had merely waited for him to run out of excuses, and then waited while Denis put on his accountant hat and pulled out his calculator, and worked out a plan for Greg to hire Denis’s niece to work three hours on Saturday mornings. Greg had agreed to come to the house Fridays after close and stay the night. He had still insisted on getting up to unlock the store for Abby, but would then come back, shed his clothes and climb back into the bed. Sometimes Scott and Denis slept in and waited for Greg to return, and sometimes he joined them in progress.
The next morning would be the first time he allowed Abby to open the store herself. Scott knew Greg would worry, but he thought he could probably find a way to distract him. Smiling, Scott walked out of his office at the rear of the house and went to prepare for his men to come home to him.
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Friday's plans had been steaks on the grill followed by a ropes demonstration at the club downtown. They were not really in the scene: Scott wasn't a Dom, just expected to be obeyed. Or as Greg often reminded him, he was bossy. But Denis liked just a little something extra now and then and Scott loved the way the shows would make Denis's eyes hot and leave him panting, ready to strip down right in the club if Scott ever gave the word. He equally loved the look of shock in Greg's eyes, Greg who thought himself so worldly in his previous life of 'sexual freedom.'
After the club was a bit of ropes play at home, which brought as many laughs as moans, followed by sleep curled around one another.
Waking up first on Saturday, Scott reveled in having his men both with him in bed. Denis was curled against his left side, his head on Scott's chest and his leg over Scott's leg. Greg was spooned behind Denis, his arm holding Denis, but his hand resting at Scott's groin, fingers just brushing the hair above his cock. Scott's morning erection was trying its hardest to stretch towards those fingers. He stayed still a few more minutes, watching his men sleep and feeling his arousal ripen from generic morning wood to sharp and pointed anticipation of Saturday morning bedplay.
Scott's left arm was tucked behind his pillow, likely having fled there to avoid being used as a pillow and losing circulation. He awkwardly brought it down to Denis's shoulder, rubbing lightly at his soft skin. Denis moved in his sleep, pushing against Scott, shifting in a way that made room for Scott's arm around him and also brought Denis's morning wood in contact with Scott's hip. A low moan vibrated against Scott's chest as Denis began moving his hips.
Greg had been disturbed by Denis's movement and was closer to awake then Denis. His hand twitched on Scott's groin and Scott helped him along. With his right hand he grasped Greg's and brought them together to his cock, guiding Greg's hand slowly until it began moving on its own. Scott smirked when Greg's head rose up, his eyes blinking sleepily but his hand never pausing.
"Good morning," he whispered. His eyes were drooping closed when they opened wide, attention brought to Denis's hips where the continued to move between Greg and Scott. "He asleep?"
"Mm, yes." Scott gazed fondly at his lover.
"Think he'll wake up before he comes?"
"Sometimes he does, sometimes coming wakes him, and sometimes he sleeps through the whole thing."
Greg's lips quirked. "Sometimes, huh? I'm beginning to understand your fascination with mornings. Are you going to let him sleep through it this morning?"
"No. The way your hips are moving with his, I think he'll wake soon, anyway."
"... m'up."
Scott chuckled at that statement from Denis, whose eyes were still closed and whose hips had not paused from grinding his cock into Scott's hip. "Yes, I can feel you are 'up', but you're not awake yet."
"Mm, no … 'm'wake. Ready."
"Ready?" Greg asked, his hand pausing its attention to Scott's cock.
Scott looked down at Denis, who was licking his lips and stretching his neck as he slowly came awake. "Yes, I think we are ready. Can you check him? Then hand me a glove."
Greg took his hand from Scott and slid it behind Denis, out of Scott's sight. "Mm, yeah, he's still slick and he's opening right up. You should be fine with a lubed condom." Greg rolled to the side to get a condom from the nightstand, then rolled back and rolled it onto Scott's cock.
"Okay, Denis, let's see if you're as awake as you say. Come have a morning stretch." Scott squeezed his arm around Denis, then let go, giving a small push. Denis stretched and yawned, crawling into place straddling Scott, following the suggestion and stretching his long body up towards the ceiling, a small smile on his lips at the delay in seating himself on Scott's cock. A moment later he positioned himself and sat, pulling Scott's cock into his tight, warm ass. Scott held his breath behind clenched teeth while Denis adjusted, his sleepy smile still in place but his eyes were open, his gaze heated as he watched Scott. Then he pushed himself up and dropped again, pulling a moan from both of them, and an echoing moan from Greg where he stared at the spot Scott and Denis were joined.
Scott and Denis moved together a few times, finding a rhythm together, before Scott turned to Greg. "You want me to fuck you after? Or do you want his mouth?" Saturday mornings were all about choices for his men.
Greg watched Scott and Denis come together once more before dragging his gaze to Scott, then quickly up to Denis. He groaned at whatever he saw there, but Scott missed it, still watching Greg's face. "Uhn, both. I want both."
Scott grinned. "Both. We can do both. Denis, on your back or on your knees?" He hardly needed to ask, but that was part of the game. Denis didn't speak, just ground himself down once more, then leaned forward, kissing Scott and letting Scott's cock slide out of him. Then he flopped over on his back, arms over his head and looked between Scott and Greg, waiting.
Scott nodded to Greg. "Go to it." Greg wasted no time crawling into place, knees to either side of Denis's head. Denis moved his arms to accommodate, cradling Greg's ass in his hands, fingers already moving to get inside. Scott moved down the mattress and Denis opened his hips, his yoga flexibility coming very much in handy. Scott would need that help to make this good while still leaving room for Greg. He pulled one of Denis's legs up around his hip, and pushed back inside.
Greg had started fucking Denis's mouth in earnest, two of Denis's fingers riding that wave inside Greg's ass, making way for Scott later on. The site of his lovers moving together was almost too much, but it also inspired him to hold on long enough to make it good for both of his men.
They moved together, not in sync, but still with a sort of rhythm of their own, Greg thrusting his cock wildly down Denis's throat, Scott pushing into Denis with more control, keeping a close eye on the other two. Denis had started a litany of groans in response to both Scott and Greg, and Greg was echoing the groans as they vibrated against his cock.
When Greg's groans started getting cut off by the hitches in his breath, Scott knew he was close. "Greg, up. Come put your hands on Denis." Greg might fuss about his independence outside of bed now and then, but in bed his instinct was to obey, and he pulled back against Denis's restraining hands almost immediately. Denis and Greg cried out in unison at the separation, but Denis's was short-lived as Greg's hands began plucking at nipples and brushing over his balls and gripping his cock, squeezing and pulling and massaging the leaking head.
Denis had been holding his hips up by strength of his abdomen almost entirely, but now with Greg out of the way, Scott bent forward, pushing Denis's legs up and getting his knees under him to really thrust. This left Greg little room, but the angle was allowing Scott to pull further back and push in with more control, increasing the pleasure Denis felt with each thrust. Denis's breathing had increased to near-hyperventilation, his moans long cut off and short cries of, "ah, ah, ah," in their place. His eyes were shut tight.
"Time to wake up, Denny. Open your eyes and watch me fuck you. Watch my fat cock enter you over and over. Watch our Greg pull your cock while your lips are still swollen from sucking his. Watch yourself come so hard you'd think you hadn't come in a week, never mind three times last night. Once in the car on the way home, and twice trussed up so pretty in my ropes-"
"Ah, ah, ahhhh-" Denis was coming, streams of come managing to coat the three of them. Greg continued to stroke Denis while Scott held very still as Denis's asshole squeezed his cock. When Denis's muscles relaxed all at once, Scott pulled out and lowered limp legs to the mattress. "M'not pretty," Denis's slack mouth barely formed the words. Scott smiled but didn't answer.
Greg's short laugh sounded just a bit hysterical and Scott looked at him, eyes blown and cock straining. Greg raised a come-stained hand to his chest and painted his nipples, staring right at Scott. He was probably aiming at seductive, but Scott read him as desperate and that was more than enough of a turn-on in the circumstances. A quick cleanup and a new condom and he had Greg on his knees, face and chest pressed to the mattress. He knew it wouldn't take much for either of them and entered Greg carefully but quickly. He felt him stretch around him and gave it a second longer before pounding into him. Greg lasted a handful of thrusts before coming all over the sheet below him. Scott pushed through Greg's orgasm, his whole body buzzing in anticipation by this point. Denis pulled himself over and started kissing Greg, deep open-mouthed kisses meant more as a display for him, as Denis's watching eye attested to. The show did the trick, pushing him over the edge. He came in Greg's ass with a roar, his hips continuing to move until every bit of pleasure had been milked from the action. Then he dropped to the side and pulled Greg over, Denis scooting over to tangle with them.
They drifted, sated, for a few minutes before Scott addressed Denis's backtalk. "We'll argue over whether you are pretty or not when you've seen the video evidence. Until we have video evidence, you are pretty if I say you are."
"Video!" Twin exclamations joined twin head's popping up, eyes wide, one with interest and the other with shock. Scott laughed and pulled them closer. He loved Saturday mornings.
He would give it a few more months before he informed Greg that he was moving in with them. Or at least a couple more weeks.