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Marc sat down heavily on the couch in his backroom. He was tired. He was annoyed. He could’ve won the race if Pol hadn’t decided to be fucking suicidal and almost put both of them in the gravel. In the end, the other Spaniard had ended up third. There was this small part of Marc that felt avenged and it was the same part that would’ve fully crashed both of them out of the race a couple of years back just to prove to... Who the fuck knows that he wasn’t to be toyed with. Not anymore. That Marc was gone. This Marc was an accountant, like Fabio had been in the final part of the last season. This Marc knew that a championship was made out of points and consistency and he’d do his very best to be nine times world champion. He put his head in his hands and decided to wallow in self pity for just a moment. Well, he would’ve wallowed for a while longer if he’d not been basically smacked in the face by his PA, who had thrown his phone at him without any sort of consideration for his ego. Or lack of general coordination off a bike.
„What. Why are you throwing shit at me. What, Jose.”, he frowned, looking down at the screen when his best friend actually pointed at it with an impatient look.
„Press play, you dumbass.”, the other man rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him, offering them as much privacy as he could while Marc was busy having a small and quiet quarter life crisis over his no one important flying out into the gravel at 350 km/h. Almost getting trapped between two bikes too. In the fastest corner of the Qatar circuit. When Marc stopped the video and ran his shaky hand over his own face, Jose sighed and offered him a towel and a bottle of water. Also. Some advice. „Look, you’re a recluse naturally and you’re even worse when you’re injured. I don’t know what went down between you and him. Or you and our champion en titre. Or the three of you at the same time, for fuck’s sake. But. For those few weeks last year, you were happy, Marc. Smiling. Giddy.”
„What do you want me to say? That you’re right? That I’m desperate to talk to him? To Fabio too? That I was a moron, but I don’t know how to be anything else but this? A recluse? I couldn’t fucking drag them both with my sinking fucking ship. I...”, Marc stopped, swallowing hard. Jose snorted, pouring the rest of the water on his best friend’s head, making him squeal and glare.
„Get over your fucking self. Pick one of them to start with and go talk to them. Actually. I’d start with Fabio. He’s had a shit weekend and he’s the least likely to kick you out. He’s nicer. He’ll listen to your pity party.”, the PA smiled, patting Marc’s shoulder. „Then I’d take the golden retriever with me to see Jorge. If you’d like to keep your dick attached to your body, Fabio seems like a good buffer. And he’s got a vested interest in both of your dicks.”
„Fine. I’ll text Fabio. If he doesn’t answer, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve had a shitty race too, I’m entitled to some self pity.”, the Spaniard snarled at his unimpressed best friend and started to get out of his leathers while typing a very important opening phrase. Fuck, the last thing in that chat was Fabio’s plea for an answer after Mugello. Jorge’s chat ended on New Year’s, when the younger man simply texted I guess you didn’t mean that apology after all. Maybe they’re right about you. . Marc had wanted to hurl the phone out the window, but he’d refrained. He was afraid. But he wasn’t a coward.
M: I’m sorry. Please, I need to see you. I need to explain.
Read. One minute. Two minutes. Typing. A lot of typing. More typing. Fabio stopped. Marc inhaled and closed his eyes for a moment. Then his phone vibrated and he opened his eyes just enough to read the answer. He exhaled and cursed.
F: I don’t give a fuck about what you need. Give me a better reason than all of that bullshit that starts with I.
„Well, you really fucked that one up, didn’t you?”, Jose laughed, yelping at his best friend throwing his sweaty and dirty leather suit at him. „Okay, you’re in a throwy mood today. Go get laid if you can fix that shit. Full faith in you, little alien.”
„Firstly, you started throwing shit at me. Secondly, stop reading over my shoulder. You might see some dick pics and then you’ll complain endlessly.”, Marc bit back, then just texted Fabio, annoyed at all of them at once.
M: Well, you didn’t block my number and you actually answered my text. So you want to talk to me too. Enough of you in those sentences to get me an audience?
„Tio, either you’re stupidly lucky or your dick is just that good for you to get laid with those kinds of lines.”, the PA snarked and then choked out a laugh when he read the answer from their world champion. „Okay, your dick is just that good, apparently. Fuck, I’d have flipped you off and blocked your ass.”
F: ... Okay. Wow. You’re really bad at apologising, aren’t you. Shove your arrogance and your pride and what the fuck ever wherever you want. Then darken my doorstep. Room 448, Ramada Grand.
M: Twenty minutes. Thank you, Fabio.
„I’ll go. If I get punched, I’m never taking your advice over anything. At all. Ever.”, Marc mumbled, stepping into the tiny shower and hoping beyond hope that he’d not sleep alone tonight. Fabio would be perfect. Jorge and Fabio together. Fuck. They’d spent exactly three nights like that, all tangled up in one another, all three of them. And his best friend was fucking right, as per usual. It had been the best three nights of his romantic life by far. He... There was something about them. Each of them individually and together even more so. No time to reminisce, not now. He stepped out of the shower, laughing out loud at his PA and the sudden change in outfit that he was being handed. Instead of his usual shorts and branded shirt, now JL was shoving ripped, skinny jeans and a tight, black tshirt at him.
„Yes, I ran to get those. You’re not getting laid in Repsol gear. That’s lame.”, the other man blushed and turned around, giving Marc some privacy and a moment to pray for that to actually be true. „Also. Just. Be careful, okay? This is not a friendly place for you. Or them.”
Marc nodded, hugged his best friend and grabbed his mask and a black hat, just to have something to hide his very obvious self from scrutiny. Fuck, he should’ve gotten a long sleeved shirt. His scars were pretty easy to spot too. It would be fine. He knew how to go places and act busy. He’d been doing it for more than a decade and it had worked. Room 448. A short knock. His hat off. A smile and... Tom.
„Damn. Fabio, he actually showed up. And he’s not even late. He’s actually three minutes early.”, Tom yelled and didn’t fucking move from the door. Marc was about to storm past him just to not get spotted fifteen kilometers from his own hotel and entering another man’s hotel room in fucking Qatar when Fabio pulled the door open and grabbed his arm, dragging him inside and turning to hiss at his PA.
„I’d like to not get arrested, if you don’t mind. Seriously. Tom.”, the Frenchman facepalmed, shoving Marc bodily towards the living area of the room and hugging his best friend, who just stared at the two of them for a moment, then left quietly. Fabio turned to the Spaniard, lifted one hand to keep him from talking and walked towards the other man, drawing him close and nosing down his cheekbone to the corner of Marc’s mouth. „Can I kiss you?”
„Yes. Always. Yes.”, Marc replied, his breath stolen from one moment to the other by Fabio’s lips. Fuck, he moaned and arched his back, wrapping his arms around the Frenchman’s shoulders and moulding his body to the taller man. Fuck. Dizzy. Fabio was making him dizzy and... Was pushing him away. Fuck. Not this easy.
„You absolute fucker, you still feel like all that’s good and right in the world. Fuck you for making us feel like that and then ditching us like we were yesterday’s coffee. Fuck you and your Cervera fortress. Fuck. You. You better have an airtight reasoning for this shit that you pulled on us because we want you and you fucking used us and then nothing.”, Fabio said, perfectly still and standing tall, towering over the Spaniard. „Just. Talk. Stay there. No. Actually. You know what. No. You don’t talk, not until Jorge gets here.”
„You... Called him?”, Marc swallowed hard and blushed, feeling a bit of a cold sweat starting to form. Fuck. He had to really get this right because he felt like this one was one apology too many for Jorge. It felt like the last one he might allow, to be perfectly fair. Fuck. „Okay. Fair. He should hear this too. Fabio, for what it’s worth, I am sorry. And I know why I did it and I know why I shouldn’t have done it. I just need you both to listen to me and then decide. Please.”
Whatever Fabio was going to say was cut short by someone swiping an access card and pushing the door open quietly, ditching shoes and a jacket, then walking quickly to the living area and wrapping the Frenchman in a full body hug. Jorge. He was close enough for Marc to touch and he was practically melting in Fabio’s arms, sighing deeply and burrowing even closer when the younger man kissed his hair, staring at Marc pointedly.
„Ola, carino. What’s wrong, Diablito? You seem upset.”, Jorge mumbled and Marc must have made his presence known somehow because the Spaniard turned around suddenly and cursed, putting himself bodily between Fabio and... „What the fuck are you doing here? Are you playing fucking mind games again? On Fabio? That’s cheap, even for you. If he’s too nice to throw your sorry ass out, I’m not. Get up. Get out. Stay out. You’ve already broken our hearts once. Just get the fuck out.”
Marc was overwhelmed. It wasn’t fun, but he couldn’t protest or defend himself in any way. He’d had them both and he’d lost them. He’d been so determined to keep everyone and everything out of his life and just sink into depression on his own that he did the only thing he knew how to do properly on a personal level. He vanished into thin air after hitting his head, ignoring all of their attempts to reach out to him and help him. Care for him. They’d... By the way they were acting now, their offers had been genuine and so had their feelings. Fuck. He couldn’t do this to them again. Jorge wanted him out. He stood up and started walking to the door, head down and lips trembling.
„You walk out that door and we’re done. For good. Stop and fight for us, you fucking coward.”, Fabio said plainly, anger filtering through his usual sunny and quirky demeanour. „Jorge. Please. Stop. Let him talk, gato.”
Steps behind him, approaching. Marc was rooted to the spot, shaking. He couldn’t turn around and watch Jorge simply refuse to listen to him. He couldn’t leave and disappear from their lives for good, even though he should. They seemed settled together. Good. Happy. Fabio had kissed him, yes, but what if that had been just a weakness, a momentary glitch? A hand offered. Jorge. The younger man dropped his forehead between Marc’s shoulderblades and held out his hand in front of Marc’s eyes. The Spaniard grasped at it and tangled their fingers together, bringing their hands to his chest and laying them on his heart. Fabio’s arms around both of them, solid and sweet, allowing Marc to listen to his heartbeat for a few moments and to feel Jorge’s breathing at his back and those finger tapping a rhythm on his chest. Impatient, perhaps. No. They weren’t in a hurry. He should follow the tapping. Oh. Jorge was trying to give him something to focus on that wasn’t his complete failure as a lover.
„Ready to apologise properly and talk like an actual person and not whatever shit you had going on? We... We want you, Marc. But we’re not going to take your shit and we’re not going to be jerked around like teenagers with a crush. You’ve been hot as hell and cold all of a sudden. Then absolutely freezing us out for months. No more. You talk now and we’ll see what happens, okay?”, Jorge whispered, kissing Marc’s neck and letting go just long enough to turn around and pull both of them to the couch. He sat down on the coffee table and watched as Fabio settled in the armchair and Marc tucked his legs underneath himself on the couch. They were close, but not touching. Better like that. Once they touched, clothes started flying off and nothing got resolved. And he desperately wanted to get shit cleared out because he... They really had genuine feelings for the little alien and he was, quite obviously, still hung up on them too. Fuck, this was supposed to be just a quick fuck. Not. Anymore.
„You’re both hurt and you’re right. I shouldn’t get this chance. I shouldn’t. I need you to know and maybe believe that those three days we spent together after Mugello... They were the best of my life. Done. Not even the sex, though that is spectacular. Just. You two. Hanging out, being able to touch you both, to feel you, to cook with you and just fucking be myself, kissing the men I... The men I chose. Being able to actually live that reality, where I could choose my partners and then just exist with you two. I was high on that, on that freedom, on these feelings I didn’t know how to control. Or wanted to, to be fair. You were a safe haven.”, Marc swallowed dryly, playing with the bottom of his shirt. Fuck, he hated talking about feelings, but he did understand that it had to be done. Two years of therapy managed to convince him of that, at least. And he would lay his heart open just to get these two men back. „I left your house, Jorge, and I was floating. Just. I fell in love with you two during those three days and I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I... Then I crashed in the stupidest, most embarrassing way I ever did. When I opened my eyes after that, I screamed. I broke down, right then and there, on the forest floor. JLo didn’t know what to do with me...”
Marc inhaled, trying to stop the tears from falling and himself from curling up and sobbing again. No. No more. He’d spent weeks locked inside his own head and. Arms around him. Fabio. Jorge in his lap. Nuzzled and petted, he could focus again. Fuck this, he’d come here to say sorry, not break his brain again. But they were willing to have him back. Fuck. Okay. He could continue.
„So I just checked out for a while there. I was so depressed and the doctors didn’t know if I could ever ride again or even just stand up and not want to throw up. I just... I wanted to call you two so many times. So many. All the time. I wanted to open my eyes and see you two and not my face doubling up in a mirror. I wanted to sink in your arms and just let you care for me. I wanted to tell you I loved you both and that I needed your help to get through this. I just... Didn’t.”, he said, dropping his head to Jorge’s chest and giving up on the not crying thing. He couldn’t do it. He hated himself for months and he’d been so cold and so alone. Alex had been there, JLo had been there, his parents had been there. He’d felt alone in their midst.
„It’s okay, just let go. It’s okay, we promise. Just cry. It’s okay. We’re here.”, Fabio whispered, kissing his curls and locking eyes with Jorge over Marc’s head. What do we do, he was asking. Jorge seemed unsure. The Spaniard’s first instinct had been to soothe Marc and try to calm him down. Now he was shielding his body from anything but Fabio. But it wasn’t enough. The reasoning, they could just glimpse it through the tears. And those words. I fell in love with you two during those three days. Fuck. Fabio’s head was spinning.
„Look at us. Look at us and tell us why you didn’t call us. And once you’ve said those words out loud and understood why they sound so fucking stupid, then apologise. Properly.”, Jorge said firmly, lifting Marc’s chin gently and wiping at his cheeks. So determined, but so tender. This man brought so much pain with him, but also so much love. And he’d given him Fabio. Love. He deserved an actual second chance, but not before he’d done his penance. This didn’t need to happen again.
„I didn’t call you or answered any of your texts because I loved you so desperately and I didn’t want to hurt you. I was on a sinking ship and I didn’t want to cling to you two and drag you down with me. I... I wouldn’t have, would I? You’d have helped me float and keep me from wanting to break myself every day.”, Marc murmured, eyes widening and blushing hard. Oh. He’d been truly, spectacularly stupid.
„Correct. Say the words. Say you’re sorry. Epiphany or not, you were a moron and you need to not be anymore. It starts with apologising.”, the young Spaniard said firmly, not backing off on that even as Fabio was just as in tears as Marc was. He reached out for his Diablito and booped his nose gently, getting the other man catch the errand hand and kiss it, while also pulling on one of Marc’s curls. The older man was smiling softly at the two of them and Jorge really wanted to kiss him stupid. If only he’d hurry with that apology. Marc leaned in and rested his forehead on their joined hands, which... Okay, that was sweet and Fabio was about to propose, Jorge was convinced. Still. He poked the Frenchman’s cheek and shook his head. No. Fabio pouted. Jorge didn’t care. Marc lifted his head and nodded.
„I’m sorry for being stupid. I’m sorry for not giving you two a chance to talk to me and care for me. I’m sorry for making this choice for all of us and I’m sorry I didn’t believe I was worth the trouble. I’m sorry for not trusting you two with this. Please. I’m begging you. Please, give me another chance.”, Marc pleaded almost soundlessly, but with absolute sincerity. He would’ve done just about anything for these two men to take him back and allow him even a glimpse of them.
The fact that Jorge was now kissing him hungrily and that Fabio was slipping his hands between them to get to their cocks was a dream. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. He moaned and pulled back, trying to catch his breath. It didn’t work. Fabio was on him the very moment Jorge let him go and was determined to make him come just by licking kiss after kiss in his mouth. His hands were shaking and gripping Jorge’s waist and Fabio’s neck. He needed...
„Fuck. Fuck. Please. Tell me I’m forgiven, please. Or, at least, tell me you’ll give me a chance to get you two back. Please. I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”, Marc begged, voice wrecked, carefully studying the two men he was in love with and waiting for their answers. Fabio smiled softly, nuzzling his cheek and whispering his forgiveness in Marc’s ear, just loud enough to be a shared secret between the three of them. The Spaniard could fully inhale for the first time in months, with El Diablo’s pointy nose tucked in his neck and his hand resting easily underneath his tshirt. Jorge would be a different story. He’d fucked up so much more with the other Spaniard that he didn’t think it would be that easy. He was right and he was grateful for it. Jorge sighed, rested his head on Marc’s curls and nodded once.
„Apology accepted. You’re on probation though. No, carino, don’t argue with me on his behalf. He’s a grown ass man, he can grovel a bit more.”, Jorge rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help himself and kissed Marc’s nose. „As for a one night stand, please. No. This is a relationship. The three of us. The logistics of this will give me headaches, but we will make it work because we love each other and we want this to work. Just so we’re clear. I love you both. I want you both.”
„I love you too. Of course I do. It’s the reason behind my stupidity. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Grovelling shall be done. Thank you.”, Marc kissed both of their cheeks and let his eyes stray. His hands too, drawing Jorge in easily until Fabio cleared his throat pointedly and shook his head.
„The synchronised kitty eyes will kill me at some point, I swear. I love you both. I felt like I should add that too. Also, no fucking in this country. Us being in the same room for the evening is bad enough. Condoms and shit will be worse.”, the Frenchman said softly, desperately trying to ignore his pouting kitties. „No. Stop that. Both of you. No. You cannot gang up on me like that.”
„But, but, but. You’re sending us back to our rooms? Amor, you cannot be that cruel. Gatito? Come on.”, Marc batted his eyelashes at both of them and laughed loudly when Fabio just melted against the two of them and shrugged.
„Gatito? You’re calling me Gatito? Okay, that’s cute. I’ll allow it. What do we call him, Fabietto? Small fucking bastard? Does that work?”, Jorge snarked and grabbed at Marc’s curls when the other man gasped and decided to be insulted. Fabio laughed, crystal clear and happy. Happier than he’d been in months. Yes, Marc was, truly, their missing piece. And he really wanted to scratch all of his itches, especially since they’d not... Well. But not there.
„No, fuck you. That doesn’t work. You can call me...”, the Spaniard’s words were swallowed by Fabio’s sweet kissing. The two men were pulled up by their lover, who explained nothing and just went around the room, closing curtains and locking doors, then pointing to the bed.
„Mon coeur. Corazon. Cor. Whatever language you want to use, you’re our heart. And a small fucking bastard, but we’re polite here, so that will be a second choice.”, Fabio said, undressing swiftly and waiting for the other two to catch up. „As flattering as the staring is, get naked and let’s sleep. That’s all. Just sleep. Text your PAs. Tell them where you are. Set your alarms for your flights. Then we meet in a couple of days and spend a lot of naked time together. My place in Andorra. On Thursday. I’ll have Tom check our schedules?”
„Done. We sleep. I...”, Jorge bit his lip and caught Marc’s hand, pulling him close once more and just breathing him in. „We could’ve tried harder too. It’s not only you. Fabio wanted to come to Cervera. I was so angry at you that I didn’t even consider that an option. We argued about it a lot. With every opaque update your team was providing, we were going a bit mad.”
„Alex saved our sanity, to be fair. He updated us on you for real, not just these standard statements and shit. Marc. When you posted that picture from Mugello and an obviously PR crafted statement, I... I sat down and prayed. I couldn’t imagine what was so wrong that you couldn’t show your face or answer our calls and texts. So I prayed. For days. Weeks.”, Fabio said, sheets wrapped around him and looking smaller than he’d ever been. Jorge pushed them both down on the bed and they crawled to the Frenchman, shielding him from the outside world for a moment. He lifted his hands and touched their chests, looking for a heartbeat. „When you crashed in front of me today, gatito, I prayed. I saw Pecco’s bike go over you and I almost froze. Fuck. You two need to stop crashing so spectacularly, I swear. You’re not good for my blood pressure. Get naked, come on. I want to check you have all of your parts attached, sweethearts.”
Marc leaned in and kissed the Frenchman sweetly. An apology. Another one, to be fair. But somehow, he seemed to be the most precious of them and they had to care for him even more. Their little devil, made of sunshine and pointy teeth. Jorge let his head rest on Fabio’s for a moment and they were... At peace. Was he intruding? Were they happier without him? Were they... Jorge was pulling on his hair again, the utter asshole.
„What, why are you rude to me again? What did I do now?”, the older man pouted, suddenly cold again. Fuck. He’d not considered that they’d not need him anymore. They said they wanted him, but... No. Not fucking again. Jorge was staring at him pointedly and waiting. Oh. Okay. Fine. „No, I wasn’t overthinking shit. You were overthinking shit. I don’t know what you mean. But. Since we’re here and all. Why do I still make sense in this relationship? You two are obviously getting along and in love and...”
„Yeah, you’re totally right, you weren’t overthinking shit. Of course. And you don’t have to worry about that. We were... Not completely okay without you. We tried. We really did.”, Jorge sighed, getting up and dropping his clothes all over the floor, then picking them up with and eyerolling at Fabio’s pout.
Marc wanted to reach out and touch the huge bruise that was covering their lover’s body, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. This was a conversation that they’d not avoided, so it meant something. He’d listen. He needed to. For all of their sakes and for his peace of mind.
„We would be fine for a little while and then one of us would reach for you or want to talk to you. Then we were upset again. And the sex. Well. We had sex without you. I assume that’s not a surprise. It was good sex. But. It didn’t feel as good as it did with you there.”, Fabio pulled at Marc’s tshirt and the Spaniard finally got the hint. Once he was naked, he found himself tucked between Jorge and Fabio, nuzzled sweetly and kept safe. He whined, wanting to study Jorge’s bruises and kiss them. Just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything.
„No, corazon. You start touching me and we’re not stopping. Come on, give us a chance at not screwing this up. We can touch and we can kiss and we most certainly can fuck at Fabio’s place. Sleep now, amores. Los amo a los dos.”, Jorge whispered, snuggling closer to Marc and tangling his fingers with Fabio, who was smiling softly and tucking them in under the sheets.
Marc pouted for a second, but silently agreed, melting into a puddle of goo at being cared for and wanted like that, with so much tenderness and honesty. He closed his eyes and exhaled. For the first time in months, he was right where he belonged, between his lovers, safe and warm. He slept.
***
„Hi, baby, hi. Did you miss me, sweet girl? Did your papa curse my name and throw darts at my face? Oh, you’re adorable.”, Marc cooed, dropping to his knees and letting Kuala lick at his face and bark at him happily. He hugged the little dog and rolled around with her in the hallway of Fabio’s house, laughing and playing a short game of tag with the small Beagle.
„Yeah, definitely, I had an altar and everything all set up for Your Majesty and when you ghosted us, I just used it for target practice. Right.”, Jorge snarked, picking up his puppy easily and offering a hand to his errant lover, who hugged them both and kissed the young man’s nose. When Kuala wiggled free and ran to get Fabio, Marc managed to surprise Jorge and spin him around, pulling a curse and a loud yelp out of him. „Put me down, you fucking menace. You’re so fucking lucky I love you so much, for some unknown to mankind reason.”
„Unknown reason, you say? Is it my big mouth? I do suck cock very well. Or is it my dashing good looks? I’ve been told I can ditch my ninth title campaign and just model for a living. Or maybe my dick? You’ve been missing it terribly, haven’t you?”, Marc whispered, purring when he felt Fabio at his back, hands already straying and going lower and lower. „Oh, hi, Diablito.”
„Mon coeur, are you being an asshole again? We’ve voted against that, didn’t we. How about we skip the push and pull and we just get naked. Like right now.”, Fabio smiled, licking a stripe from Marc’s ear to his shoulder and biting down hard. „Just let us fill you up so good, baby. You can take us both, can’t you? Tell us what you want and how you want to take our cocks and we’ll make it happen. Come on, you big cat. Now you can talk all you want.”
„Fuck, fuck, fuck, Fabio. Fuck.”, Marc moaned, head thrown back and Fabio’s hands unbuckling his belt already. He pulled Jorge close and kissed him deeply, rutting into him for a moment. Just that. The Frenchman’s hands moved to his hips and pinned them both to the chest of drawers behind them, stopping their movements with a short, disapproving sound.
„No. You’re not coming in your pants, in my living room. I want to fuck you. I want to eat you out. I want to suck you off. I want to see you come all over Jorge. I want to taste you off his tongue. I want to see you two fuck. I want to lick you clean after he fucks you.”, the young man said plainly, amidst cursing and moaning from the Spaniards. „Am I being perfectly clear? Words. From both of you. Please.”
„Yes. Anything. Please.”, Marc whispered, forehead resting against Jorge’s, breathing heavily and still cursing. He knew Fabio. Anything wouldn’t hold. Fucking words. „I want to suck off Jorge and I want you to fuck me. To start with. Please. Gatito?”
„Fuck yes. Now. Go. Bedroom. I’ll go take care of Kuala and I’ll join you. Feel free to start without me, I do enjoy a good show. Go, amores.”, Jorge pushed at them gently, laughing at Fabio’s enthusiastic nod and at Marc’s yelp when the Frenchman simply picked him up, done with all the outrageous flirting happening in his living room. Somehow, the two men managed to make it to the bedroom at the end of the hall without Fabio tripping over himself or Kuala and closed the door with a thud, leaving Jorge alone with his amusement and his best girl. „Baby girl, come here. Yes, you’re such a good puppy, aren’t you? Good girl. Papa’s going to be a bit busy, okay? You have to entertain yourself for the next few hours. I’ll go fix your bowls and leave some toys around, but please, for the love of God, please don’t chew on much around here. Or Fabio’s going to be pouty and there will be no tug-of-war with him for a while, puppy.”
Kuala barked happily and followed him to the kitchen, where her bowls and her toys were, grabbing one of her favourite plushies and curling on her bed to soak up the afternoon sun and, hopefully, sleep for a good while. Jorge looked around Fabio’s fridge and pulled out some bottles of water, taking them with him to the bedroom, alongside some chocolate and a small bowl of fruit.
He had a feeling they’d need a lot of energy for the next few days and they should start as they meant to go on, fully hydrated and very sweet. He stepped inside the bedroom, purposefully avoiding looking on the bed and calmly walked to the side of the room, putting everything down and then turning around. Fuck. Good choice. Naked. A lot of naked skin. His lovers, entangled and kissing desperately, Fabio’s fingers already playing with Marc’s hole by the looks of it. Fuck. He got out of his clothes, slowly working his cock as he approached the bed and touched Fabio’s back, running his hands from those shoulders he was absolutely mad about to his waist and down Marc’s thighs, wrapped around the Frenchman. He wanted. Marc moved his leg, allowing Jorge to slip his hand between his lovers and wrap his hand around their hard cocks, making them moan and shiver. Fuck, he’d been right. Fabio already had a finger inside Marc and he was definitely getting ready for another. No. He wanted to do that. Jorge leaned in, kissing Marc’s cheekbones and licking into Fabio’s mouth before pulling back and reaching for the lube.
„I want to stretch you out too. Fabio can’t have all the fun, can he? What do you say, corazon? Wanna take my fingers too?”, Jorge whispered, laughing softly when Marc nodded frantically, just a mess of lust and precum and shivers. Good boy. He poured lube on his fingers and circled Marc’s hole, waiting for the moment to breach him. There. Inside. Fabio had pulled out and Jorge had two fingers inside their lover, who arched off the bed in a desperate plea for more and for mercy, maybe. Not a thing. Four months of waiting and of pining were enough. Now they got to play.
Kiss after kiss and touch after touch, they were getting closer and closer. Marc was drowning in sensations, both wanting them to stop teasing him and begging them for more, always more. So much more. Fabio’s teeth on his skin, his touch, his words, that voice in his ears, lust and love and promises. Jorge’s eyes, the most beautiful green he’d ever seen, filled with lust and love and promises. His lovers. He begged.
Fabio moved, smiling like a self satisfied predator who’d gotten his prey to surrender, all dangerous teeth and more patience than anyone could’ve imagined. His cock was wrapped in a condom by Jorge’s hand and guided inside Marc gently, one centimeter at a time until he bottomed out. Fuck. Hot. Hotter than anything else. He needed to move. Not yet. Jorge’s hand was still at his back. Wait. Marc’s lips were busy with Jorge’s, leaving Fabio to suck on the Spaniard’s nipples and scratch at his thighs. He shivered. Marc whined and rolled his hips. Jorge’s hand lifted and Fabio was free to fuck into their lover. Hard. Fast. Merciless. Taking. No stopping. Marc moaned, whimpered and begged, all perfectly controlled by Jorge and his hands. Faster. Deeper. More. Jorge’s palm settled on the small of his back. He stopped. Marc demanded more. No.
„You promised to suck my cock while he fucks you. You still want to do that? Want us to fill you up?”, Jorge purred, hand wrapped around Marc’s cock, squeezing at the base and keeping him from coming.
„Yes, please. Fuck, Jorge. Fuck. Yes.”, the older man whimpered, dropping his legs from Fabio’s waist and allowing himself to be turned around until he was on all fours, legs shaky and so empty. No. Not anymore. „In me, please. Fabio, Jorge. Please.”
No matter how much he’d teased and kept his cool, Jorge was just as desperate as his lovers. He couldn’t bare the begging coming from Marc. Fabio was already inside of him, so Jorge lifted Marc’s head and fed him his cock, moaning and tangling his fingers in those dark curls. Fucking finally. Marc was sucking greedily, licking and swallowing around his cock, pushed by Fabio’s thrusts and by his own desire and it was driving Jorge insane with lust. After so long, he felt like he didn’t have to focus on getting pleasure from a lover, he could just let go and let himself be taken. Marc was shaking, face flushed and completely wet with drool and precum, body tight and close to coming, begging for more when he pulled off Jorge’s cock. More. Always more.
They moved, giving Marc what he was begging for. More of them. More of their cocks. He wanted so openly and so much that Jorge couldn’t hold himself back anymore and grabbed at the older man’s curls, fucking hard into his mouth and choking him for a moment. Marc didn’t fight him. No. He relaxed against the cock in his mouth and moaned, making Jorge throw his head back and come in long spurts, right down Marc’s throat and on his face when the Spaniard pulled back just in time. Fuck. Jorge collapsed against the headboard, lifting a shaky hand towards Marc’s face and gathering his cum carefully. Marc moaned, opening his mouth and waiting. Oh. He wanted more of Jorge’s cum. He wanted what he’d not been fed. He licked Jorge’s hand clean and pushed back into Fabio’s cock, whimpering and still needing more. Jorge moved up, pushing at Marc’s shoulders until he was moulded to a tense and shivering Fabio, who was ready and begging for a kiss over the other man’s shoulder.
„You’re beautiful. Fuck. Both of you. I’ll play with your cock, corazon. Fabio will fuck into you. Hard and fast. Just let go, amor, we’ll still be here when we’re done.”, Jorge whispered, hand already gripping Marc’s cock, slick with enough precum to make it amazing. The Frenchman locked his knees to the mattress and started rutting into their lover mercilessly, one hand splayed across Marc’s belly and the other thrown across his chest and playing with his nipples. Marc was whining and whimpering and still holding on. Jorge knew why, but Fabio had to help. „We love you, corazon. We love you. We’re yours. Look at you, you’re so beautiful and you’re taking us so well. You’re ours and we’re not letting you go. I love you, Marc. I want to taste you of my hand. I want to feed your cum to Fabio. Please.”
„Love you, corazon. Love you. Come for us, Marc. Come.”, Fabio said, voice almost gone and close to begging himself for mercy.
Marc moaned, dropped his head back to Fabio’s shoulder and shuddered, sweat and tears and saliva and Jorge’s cum and a bite to his shoulder. Whiteout. His muscles locked and he came on Jorge’s belly and on his hands, loosing time and breath, but fully aware of Fabio’s hips snapping once more and stopping. He felt the Frenchman whine and come, cursing and chanting their names for a long while. It was impossible for them to stay up, shaking and absolutely shattered, so Jorge guided them to the mattress and helped Fabio pull out, take off the condom, tie it up and drop it on the sheets that ended up on the floor somehow. With that done, the Spaniard moved toward his lovers, gathering Marc’s body close to his own and shielding him from the light and the noise for as long as he needed to calm down. Fabio slotted himself to Marc’s back, head hooked on his shoulder and arm thrown over both of his lovers, warm and content for the first time in months. Marc was happy. He was buzzing. He wanted to stay like this forever, held safe and petted and kissed gently by his men. Tears. Jorge was wiping down his tears and Fabio was nuzzling at his neck. They were his. They weren’t leaving him. He lifted his head and licked a kiss into Jorge’s mouth, eagerly returned. He turned to Fabio and he was swallowed completely by the Frenchman. A kiss shared by his lovers too, beyond hot. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them next, it looked like it was early evening, with the sun dipping low over the mountains that he could see plainly through the windows. He startled for a second, soothed almost immediately by feeling Jorge’s chest underneath his hand and Fabio’s arm around his waist. Oh. They were very much asleep and it was lovely. Something moved at his feet, over the blankets that were covering all three of them. Kuala was looking at him, tail wagging and eyes big, but keeping very quiet. She knew her humans were in need of some sleep, but she looked terribly bored and Marc didn’t have the heart to let her be droopy anymore, so he wiggled out of bed and put on some shorts he found laying around. He turned to his lovers, making sure they were still asleep and picked up Kuala, carrying her outside the bedroom to play with her for a little while. A quick bathroom break was needed to get a bit cleaned up, then a couple of glasses of water and a small giggle at his brother’s cheeky messages were more than enough to get him in a groove, cooking the only thing he actually knew how to. Breakfast. For dinner. But it worked. He was happy. He was energised. He was...
„Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.”, he screamed, dropping the pan on the counter and turning around to glare at Fabio, who was grinning like a madman, completely unrepentant at having taken at least five years of Marc’s life with the fucking sneaking around. „Why are you trying to kill me? Why? Be a doll and take on your competition on the asphalt and not in your kitchen, for fuck’s sake. Why are you being a stealthy fucker, Diablito?”
„Well, self burn and everything, unless you and gato wanna lose like fifteen kms off your top speed, I think this is the only place I can take you on. And scare you. And cuddle you against the counter. And kiss you. And tell you I love you. And that you’re amazing. And I love you.”, Fabio said, leaning in to kiss Marc gently and hug him tenderly. The Spaniard melted to his chest, wrapping his arms around Fabio’s waist. „And what do you mean stealthy fucker. I fucked you pretty good and I’m convinced you’re feeling it. Nothing stealthy about it.”
„You’re just fishing for compliments, amor.”, Jorge joined them, kissing their shoulders and slapping Fabio’s ass, then pointing candidly towards the stovetop and laughing. „Your eggs are burning. So much for us fucking some common sense into you. I think we should keep trying, though. Practice makes perfect. And he does beg very prettily, no?”
„Mhm. Absolutely. More fucking. Now?”, Fabio smirked, promptly getting smacked with a towel by a pouty Marc, who tossed the ruined omelette and braced himself against the counter. „You can pick what we order? Would that make it better?”
„No. Yes. Maybe. You pick.”, Marc said, beckoning Jorge closer. „Come here, gatito. Wanna cuddle you while our world champion here get us something to eat that’s not just cock. I mean...”
„Food. Actual food. Fabio. Order something. Marc. Cock after dinner. Couch now. Let’s play with my baby.”, Jorge smiled, pulling both of them along to the living room to find Kuala staring at them pointedly and then at the leash hanging off the wall. „Oh, fuck. I’m such an idiot. Yes, sweet girl. We’re going out. Wanna join me, amores? It’s pretty dark and it’s pretty empty out here from what I can see. We should be fine and we’ll walk around till the food gets here.”
„Yes! Done! Food will be here in an hour. Let’s go!”, Fabio jumped only to be stopped by an epic eyeroll from Marc and a laugh from Jorge. „Clothes. Right. Clothes first. We’ll be back in a minute, baby girl. We promise we’re not getting distracted again.”
They moved to the bedroom, pushing each other, laughing and poking at one another. Smiling. Happy. Relaxed. When Marc leaned in to get a kiss from Jorge, Kuala barked and they all startled. So much for not getting distracted. They left the house sheepishly, tangling their fingers in the dark and chasing each other around the wooden path behind Fabio’s house. The evening grew cold around them and Kuala demanded she be carried after a while, but it was perfect. Calm. Serene. And hopeful.