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Sitting side-by-side on the large, king-sized bed in the main bedroom of their shared suite, leaning against soft, fluffy pillows piled against the headboard, Malcolm and Travis focused on their entertainment of choice - a book for Malcolm, and a handheld video game for Travis, the latter considerately using earphones to avoid disturbing his partner. Both wore soft sleep shorts but were bare-chested and barefoot on the multicoloured comforter that covered the bed, offering a delightful contrast between the paleness of the dark-haired Brit and the deep, glowing brown skin of the boomer.
Travis’s breadth of shoulder, long legs, and weightlifter physique dwarfed Malcolm’s much shorter, compact stature, but in no way detracted from the other’s whipcord-lean build; while Malcolm’s muscles were toned rather than bulky, every move exuded the quiet confidence of a man who knew exactly what his body was capable of achieving.
His temple resting against a strong shoulder, Malcolm turned to press his lips against the warm skin, smiling up at Travis as the younger man looked down at him fondly.
“Love you, Mal,” he said softly, leaning down to drop a kiss on the soft, dark hair he enjoyed mussing in private.
“Love you, too, Travis.” That crisp accent sent a little shiver up Travis’s spine, the words of affection delivered in a lowered tone that Malcolm knew affected his partner pleasurably - just one reason he did it.
Unable to resist the siren call of that voice, Travis removed his earphones and set them aside before leaning further, cupping Malcolm’s jaw in his free hand to deliver a gentle kiss to the shorter man’s smiling lips. Malcolm’s hand came up to wrap lightly around his larger partner’s wrist, thumb stroking softly at the sensitive skin on the inside, enjoying the care and tenderness with which Travis treated him. He heard the door opening, but it seemed Travis hadn’t, as he deepened the kiss with a needy little sound. Malcolm could hardly ignore such longing; and in any event, he felt no need to move away, knowing who was entering their suite.
Sure enough, he felt the bed dip and scented cherries and lime as their third partner crawled up between their legs.
“Is this a private party, or can anyone join?” Hoshi’s voice was warm and filled with mischief as she trailed her fingers up both men’s legs before reaching up to press her lips to first one strong jaw, then the other.
Her boys didn’t break their kiss, Malcolm merely releasing Travis’s wrist, while the other man lowered his hand from Malcolm’s jaw, so they could each grab a warm, soft handful of their partner and tug her closer to join them.
Unresisting, Hoshi allowed them to pull her up the bed until she was kneeling between them, joining in their kiss with gusto.
“Enjoy dinner with the ladies, love?"
"Yes. It was a lot of fun. But—” she ran her tongue along the shell of Travis’s ear, making him shiver, before confiding, “—here's where I wanted to be."
With a little murmur of assent, Malcolm’s hand slipped up one smooth, bare thigh and under the short skirt of her dress, encountering bare buttocks; for a moment he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her quizzically, a smile dancing on his lips.
Hoshi laughed, a low, throaty sound he adored. “I took them off along with my shoes after I locked the door,” she murmured, and leaned forward so Travis could run his lips along her neck to her ear. “I didn’t want any barriers between myself and my beloveds.”
Mumbles of satisfaction came from both masculine throats as they returned their attention to their partner’s delectable body, Travis drawing the pretty red dress over her head while Malcolm continued his explorations. Soon enough they had her sighing happily as she returned the favour, stripping first Travis and then Malcolm, encouraging them to kiss and caress while she enjoyed the view, until at last they were all three intertwined on the bed, naked and enjoying each other to the full. They took turns drawing delicious sounds from each throat as they teased and tasted and worshipped each other to the point of bliss and beyond.
Eventually the three lay sprawled around the bed, sated, Hoshi’s torso draped face-down across Travis’s chest while Malcolm’s head lay in the curve of her lower back as he traced light patterns across her pert buttocks and smooth thighs. Her fingers tunnelled into Travis’s tight curls to scratch lightly at his scalp, while his in turn stroked down her back, trailing through Malcolm’s hair to stroke across his temple and forehead, then down the slope of his nose to his lips, to receive a gentle kiss, before starting the journey all over again.
As they all drifted in the afterglow, simply enjoying their closeness and the lazy haze of endorphins, Travis broke the companionable silence.
“I have what may seem like a silly—or at least odd—question,” he said quietly.
Hoshi opened her eyes and looked at him from her position on his chest, having picked up a strange hesitancy in his voice; Malcolm, who’d been kissing the base of her spine, tickling it with the point of his tongue while she squirmed, murmured an encouraging “Yes?” having heard the same hesitancy and wanting to relieve their partner of wondering how they would react.
“Have you ever heard of the term somnophilia?”
Hoshi wrinkled her nose in thought. “I’d assume it has to do with sex and sleep, judging by the combination of terms.”
Malcolm nodded, still running his fingers over Hoshi’s skin. “It means to have sex with someone who’s asleep—or at least start the process. Why, Travis?” He turned his head to look up Hoshi’s spine at their partner. “Is it something you’d like to try?”
Travis looked uncertain. “I don’t really know, Mal. I’m not sure I’d want just anyone toying with me while I’m asleep—though the idea of being woken gently, by someone who loves me and wouldn’t take advantage, holds a certain appeal. And there’s no one else in the world with whom I’d even discuss the idea.”
Hoshi smiled, reaching up to trail her fingers along Travis’s jaw. “I’ve never really thought about it before, but I’d let you two do anything you wanted to me, awake or asleep. I trust you not to go too far, and I know you wouldn’t take advantage of me, or hurt me, or let each other do so. I can be vulnerable around you and know you’ll keep me safe.”
Smiling, relieved that she hadn’t drawn back from him in disgust, Travis captured her hand in his, turning his head to plant kisses along her palm and wrist as she shivered in pleasure.
Malcolm perched his chin on Hoshi’s back and gave the idea due consideration. “I can’t say I’d necessarily be keen,” he finally admitted. “You two may sleep like the dead—” chuckling, he rode Hoshi’s body as she squirmed indignantly, catching her hand as she tried to swat at him blindly, unable to see where he was, and taking his turn to kiss her palm “—but I sleep quite lightly. And if I do sleep deeply, I tend to lash out if I’m woken unexpectedly. I wouldn’t want to hurt either of you by striking at what may feel like an ambush. So maybe I’m not the best person on whom to try, though I’m certainly willing to provide stimulation, if either—or both—of you want.”
“That’s okay, Malcolm.” Hoshi’s arm was still behind her, and she twiddled her fingers in his light grasp. “I don’t mind being the object of your affections while I sleep, and I can promise I won’t lash out. I dream of you two often enough, it’ll probably just feel like one of my more erotic dreams.” Travis chuckled, and Malcolm let loose a huff of laughter from deep in his chest.
“I can’t see your face, love, but I bet you’re wiggling your eyebrows, judging by Travis’s amusement.” She shimmied her bum under his chin and he laughed, then pretended to sink his teeth into one perky cheek, growling and shaking his head as he subdued his prey. She shrieked and tried to get away, climbing onto Travis while Malcolm attacked her derriere with ticklish nips, squeezing the soft mounds appreciatively as he did so.
Travis laughed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place for Malcolm’s assault, until her squirming - coupled with Malcolm’s hand slipping between both their legs - had an effect on him that set the three of them off on another delightful journey of pleasure-seeking and fulfilment.
They fell asleep tangled in each other, Hoshi between them, the men’s hands clasped over the base of her spine as she lay on her front. Just before dawn, Malcolm stirred, wondering what had woken him. Muttering from Hoshi drew his attention. She’d rolled over to lie partially on her back, dislodging their hands. His lay beneath her, one soft buttock atop it; for a while he didn’t move, simply enjoying the feel of her, cupped in the palm of his hand.
Drifting in the twilight of half-sleep, he roused once more as he heard his name. Hoshi was murmuring again, both their names, squirming a little. In the half-light, he saw Travis’s eyes open as he heard his own name, in turn. Hoshi wriggled, fingers twitching.
“Mmm, yes. Love you.” Hoshi talking in her sleep was nothing new; Malcolm did, too, although only in periods of great stress, but Travis remained quiet throughout his sleep, occasionally snoring lightly. Tonight, though - this morning - Hoshi’s words held very different connotations for her partners. She giggled quietly, and the two men smiled.
Their eyes met, a common understanding between them as they nodded at each other. Moving slowly and carefully, they rolled her onto her back, each delivering gentle kisses to her neck and shoulders, making her sigh in her sleep as they trailed down to her breasts. Malcolm spent some time licking slowly at one nipple, enjoying the way it hardened under his tongue, wet flesh gleaming as the little bud pebbled, while Travis delivered open-mouthed kisses to the other, with the same effect, before he took it into his mouth and began to suckle lightly, using his tongue but avoiding his teeth.
When he’d had his fill of that pretty little nipple, Malcolm kissed his way down Hoshi’s body, taking his time, until he reached her thighs. Continuing his worship of her, he kissed and caressed her hips and the very top of her mound; Hoshi didn't wake, but her legs parted and her back arched as she sighed.
Taking advantage of the unspoken invitation, Malcolm slipped between her thighs, alternating kisses along each until he reached the soft flesh between, already glistening as her body reacted to the touch of her partners. Pleased, he inhaled her scent, feeling his cock harden; she never failed to have that effect on him. One thumb stroking along her lips, spreading her moisture, he slipped his tongue between the soft folds while Travis continued kissing her neck and breasts. She squirmed a little, murmuring in a light, pleased tone.
“My boys," she sighed. “Love you."
Smiling against her, Malcolm took his time, languidly enjoying the flavour of his beloved as she opened further for him. Travis caressed her body, enjoying her soft skin under his hands, returning to her lips to gently part them with his own and brush his tongue against hers. As Malcolm lifted one slender thigh over his shoulder, Hoshi began to wake.
“Boys—?" she murmured, and Travis kissed the words from her as Malcolm began lapping at her clit; long, slow, deep licks that made her gasp into Travis's mouth. She whimpered, hand drifting down to Malcolm’s hair, and he closed his lips around her clit and suckled gently, the tip of one finger teasing at her entrance, until her hips pushed up and her fingers tightened in his hair.
Travis was still kissing the breath from her, one hand playing with her breast, a thumb rubbing lightly at a tight nipple, and she moaned against him, murmuring beseechingly. Malcolm couldn't hear her words, but he could hear the plea in her tone, and finally began adding pressure that made her writhe beneath him.
In the throes of her own pleasure, her hand slipped down to Travis's cock and she began working him, making him groan into her mouth. Malcolm redoubled his efforts, slipping long, skilled fingers inside her to curl and beckon as Travis closed his warm lips around one aching nipple and suckled.
Hoshi came with a long, delighted cry, but her lovers refused to relent, wanting more, and yet more, until she begged for mercy. Having attained his goal of making her fall to pieces, Malcolm lifted his mouth from her, kissing her thighs as she calmed, until Travis’s rock-hard cock grasped in Hoshi’s hand caught his attention. Drawn by the sight, he rose to his knees and leaned forward, swallowing down that enticing shaft until his lips touched Hoshi's hand.
Travis gave a gasping moan, and Malcolm smiled around him before settling down to suck at his lover’s erection in earnest. Travis was thick, velvety-soft and achingly stiff; and long enough that Malcolm was able to take him deep despite Hoshi’s hand taking up part of the length. His throat tightened pleasurably around the end of the younger man’s rod as he swallowed repeatedly, making Travis throw back his head and keen, biting down on his lip.
Hoshi kept up a steady rhythm as she stroked at the base of his cock, sliding her way down her partner’s body so she could return the favour of her mouth on his chest, teasing his small, tight nipples, her free hand trailing over the smooth, firm muscles of his chest and biceps. Kissing her way down to his stomach, she tapped at Malcolm’s shoulder so he moved aside, allowing her to slide in beside him, each pushing back on one of Travis’s thighs so he was spread wide for them.
For a moment Hoshi paused, enjoying the sight of Malcolm's pale skin against the deep, warm brown of Travis’s body, rosy lips wrapped around that thick, dark shaft all the way down to where her own creamy-gold hand was wrapped around it. Malcolm looked up at her through his lashes and smiled around that delicious cock, withdrawing so he could gently pull down the foreskin and lick delicately at the head, listening with satisfaction as their partner’s breath left him in a shuddering exhale. He tilted his head to one side, sucking at the tip, flashing a wicked wink at Hoshi as Travis outright whimpered.
“Like what you see, love?" He made sure to keep his lips on the sensitive flesh as he murmured so that Travis writhed under him, the younger man's hands grasping frantically at his partners, finding their shoulders as they lay together between his wide-spread legs.
“Mmhmm, you certainly look like you’re enjoying a delicious treat.” Hoshi licked her own lips. “Mind if I join you?” Malcolm chuckled and nodded, taking Travis into his mouth to suck hard at the same time, head bobbing as he did so.
"Oh gods, oh gods, please—” Travis’s eyes were dazed, eyelids fluttering, as Hoshi and Malcolm grinned at each other, the linguist leaning forward to kiss her lover over and around their partner's cock. Travis almost screamed as their lips, teeth, tongues duelled across the ultra-sensitive head, sensation overwhelming him.
Taking pity on him, Hoshi trailed her lips down the length of his cock, still working him with one skilled hand, while Malcolm followed, engulfing the shaft in his hot, eager mouth once more. His hand dipped between Travis’s thighs to fondle the heavy sacs and gently lift them for Hoshi's delectation, and she uttered a pleased murmur of thanks before putting her mouth to work.
Travis was in heaven. He was usually far more hands-on, preferring to do the giving and enjoy bringing his partners pleasure. But sometimes they teamed up to take him to pieces in the most delicious ways, making it clear that his enjoyment brought them immense gratification. Today they weren’t taking turns, but working in tandem to demolish him, his utter annihilation through sheer bliss their primary goal.
Malcolm’s mouth was avid, lascivious as his tongue swirled in ways that made Travis’s brain overheat; Hoshi’s no less fervid as she savoured his cries, stimulating his hypersensitive skin, her hand gentle but relentless as it wrapped around him firmly, stroking in tandem with Malcolm’s rhythm, her other carefully fondling and caressing where it pleased.
As if from a distance, Travis heard his own breath sobbing through his lips; he’d already pulled his hands from his smaller partners, afraid of hurting them as his strong fingers dug into the bed-clothes in exquisite torment. The tallest, strongest, and youngest of the three, he’d been reduced to a quivering, whimpering mess, helpless in the hands - and mouths - of his two lovers, fire coursing through his veins and sapping him of the ability to protest; not that he would have, even if he’d wanted to. And by the void, he certainly had no reason to!
His partners were unutterably tender and utterly merciless all at the same time, lavishing care upon him even as they tore him apart, nerve by screaming nerve. Their names fell from his lips in a babbling litany and he swore, he swore he felt his soul leave his body as their combined efforts finally tipped him over the edge of a seemingly endless but swift descent into sheer ecstasy. For one frozen moment he arched under them, unable to even cry out, only the not-inconsiderable strength of Malcolm’s grip on his hips preventing him from throwing off the others with the almighty jerk of his body as he came.
Sight was lost to him for several seconds, his ears filling with the sound of blood rushing through his body. Heat flooded his groin, where Malcolm’s greedy mouth all but devoured him, the pulsing of his erection accompanied by a satisfied hum as the shorter man swallowed every drop of what Travis had to give. Hoshi’s hand milked him into Malcolm’s throat, her own mouth hot, wet, and eager between his legs, until finally sense returned and his shaking hands came up, wanting relief but careful not to hurt them.
“Too much,” he gasped, his voice trembling, and at once his partners stopped, carefully releasing him from their mouths and hands before sliding up to embrace him from either side. Travis pulled them both into a kiss, his chest filled to bursting with urgent, almost overpowering emotion. He wasn’t surprised when Hoshi pulled away slightly, followed moments later by Malcolm, both having felt the quiver of his lips and the sob building in his throat.
“Are you okay, Travis?” The Brit’s voice was gentle, concerned; he kept his face close so their noses grazed, one strong hand coming up to cup his partner’s jaw. Hoshi kissed Travis’s cheek, whispering words of comfort and endearment as he tugged them close, swallowing hard as he nodded.
“Y-yes,” he managed, though the break in his voice seemed to give the lie to his assurance. “I am, t-truly. I p-promise.” Despite his best efforts, he struggled to speak clearly, voice shaking; both his partners were gazing at him now, concern in both chocolate brown and silver-sage eyes. Breathing deeply, he finally regained some control over his facial muscles and mouth, and smiled. “I am. Truly.” He turned his head from side to side, kissing their fingers. “I won’t lie though, that was overwhelming—incredible, but overwhelming. I just—I love you so much it sometimes aches.”
Pulling them close again, he lifted his lips, wordlessly asking for loving kisses. Hoshi and Malcolm were eager to deliver, wanting to soothe and satisfy their beloved, murmuring a litany of love for him and each other, hands caressing gently until finally they were all calm and resting quietly, Travis in the middle while his partners cuddled up to his sides.
They’d all drifted into a doze when Travis stirred, remembering. “Malcolm, love, you haven’t come yet.”
“Hmm?” Malcolm opened his eyes from where he lay nestled into Travis’s side, arm slung over the flat stomach so his hand rested on Hoshi’s hip. His lips curved mischievously as he ground his circumcised cock against his partner’s leg, Travis’s eyes widening at the feeling of just what the Brit was packing. “Oh, I’m well aware, sweetheart.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to the strong neck before him before reaching up to nibble at an enticing ear.
“Then—” Travis gasped as teeth grazed his earlobe “—then why—?” A low chuckle made him shiver.
“I’m waiting for you to recover, love. I know exactly what I want, and I need you to be ready and recovered before I get to have it.”
“Oh?” On the other side of Travis’s chest, Hoshi looked intrigued. “And what’s that?”
He smirked, then tried to school his face into sober lines. “Maybe we should have a nap before I tell you. Or some food and drink.”
“Food and drink while you tell us, then a nap to get ready,” Hoshi corrected, one eyebrow lifting imperiously.
Letting out a crack of laughter, Malcolm grabbed her hand and kissed it, winking salaciously. “As you command, my liege,” he purred. “I bow to your wishes.”
Hoshi giggled, pulling her hand away to lightly tap the end of his nose. “A monarch with two handsome men at my beck and call? I could get used to that,” she mused, eyes twinkling.
Travis lay back and watched the loves of his life banter, feeling contentment warm him from the inside out. He tried to rise, groaning a little, and both Hoshi and Malcolm pushed gently on his shoulders.
“Stay there, love, and rest. Nothing you need to do - unless you wish to visit the bathroom?” Malcolm’s hand was warm on his shoulder, and Travis smiled up at that beloved face, shaking his head slightly.
“Not right now.”
“Then rest. I want you in top form, later.” A lascivious waggle of those mobile brows, and Travis was chuckling at the mischief on the tactical officer’s face. Malcolm rolled from the bed and went to the other side, holding out a hand for Hoshi to rise. As he did so he winked at Travis, dropping to one knee. “How may I serve you, milady?” She ruffled his hair playfully.
“Carry me to the bathroom?”
“Certainly, my queen.” Still holding her hand, he yanked her forward to lie over his shoulder, lifting her easily as she shrieked, giggling.
“Malcolm! Put me down this instant!”
“I first have to carry you to the bathroom, milady,” he said mildly, winking again at Travis as the other admired the sight of Hoshi’s fine derriere on display atop Malcolm’s shoulder, wriggling as she tried to get away. Then she stopped waving her legs around, and the shorter man jumped. “Oi!”
“Problem, Malcolm?” Hoshi’s voice was utterly innocent.
“I beg your pardon!” He turned toward the bathroom, and Travis saw the source of his indignation; Hoshi had taken his own derriere in her hands and was kneading those firm cheeks.
“Beg away, milord, your queen is surveying what is rightfully hers.” The loftiness in her tone was spoiled somewhat by the breathlessness caused by being bounced around on a strong shoulder as he carried her across the room.
“Seems to me my queen is doing a lot more than surveying,” he muttered, sotto voce, and she giggled, drumming her hands on him lightly. “Hoshi!”
“Hmm?” she inquired sweetly, then poked him in one tight buttock. “I must say, frightfully good idea of yours to put me in this position, old top. Gives me access to all manner of delightful … insights.”
Both men exploded in laughter at her haughty Received Pronunciation and Malcolm put her on her feet and kissed her fervently. “Never change, my love, there’s no one like you in all the known universe.”
She grinned at her boys. “Damn right there isn’t!” With a mischievous wink, she turned and sashayed her way into the bathroom, making sure to wiggle her lovely bum in Malcolm’s direction as she disappeared behind the door.
Shaking his head in amusement, Malcolm opened the hotel bar fridge, grabbing a few bottles of water, and handed Travis the snack box for rummaging. By the time Hoshi emerged, Travis had downed a bottle of water, Malcolm was halfway through his, and they’d started munching on a chocolate bar each. As she approached the bed, he gestured at a packet of salted crisps lying open on the comforter.
“Travis found some chocolate malt balls and we tossed those in for you, love.”
She gave a happy squeak and flung her arms around him, kissing his cheek, before leaning over to kiss Travis. “My boys are the best!”
Chuckling, Malcolm picked her up and settled her between himself and Travis, handing her a bottle of cranberry juice and the mixed salted crisps and malted chocolate balls. She drank half the bottle of juice before capping it, setting it between her knees, and taking up her snacks. Leaning against Travis, she tapped Malcolm on the knee, looking at him expectantly as she ate some crisps and chocolate.
“Well?”
“Hmm?”
Hoshi rolled her eyes. “Don’t play silly buggers, Malcolm, tell us your plans!”
“Hmm. Well, as it turns out, there will be buggering, but it won’t be silly by any means.”
“Ooh!” She looked intrigued. “Who’s being buggered? Travis? I bet it’s Travis.”
Malcolm chuckled and crawled across the bed to lean over his loves. “Yes, it’s Travis.” He dropped a kiss on his partner’s smooth brown skin. “Assuming you want that, love?” Murmuring into the younger man’s mouth, he tasted chocolate, one hand trailing across that broad chest to toy with a nipple; rewarded by a gasp and a strained “Yes, please, Mal!” he smiled, pressing Travis back into the pillows to kiss him deeply. After long moments he raised his head to grin crookedly at Hoshi, who was watching them with interest and anticipation.
“Travis would be foolish not to want you buried inside him,” she informed Malcolm, “and while we can all be silly around each other, none of us are foolish. Right, darling?” She leaned over and nibbled on Travis’s neck, up to his mouth, giving him a long kiss of her own before sitting back and looking contemplative. “What about me?”
“What would you like to be doing?”
“Travis can decide. On top, riding him; or under him, with his cock down my throat and his face between my legs.”
Travis instantly raised his hand. “I vote for the latter!”
Hoshi grinned. “I thought you might. And if we place ourselves correctly, well, who knows how deep you could go.” She waggled her brows and Travis felt his cock jump at the thought.
“So what you’re saying is,” Malcolm said thoughtfully, “instead of fucking Travis into the mattress, I’ll be fucking him into your throat?” Hoshi nodded, eyes twinkling, and he rubbed his hands together, looking gleeful. “Now I’m really glad we waited.”
Travis couldn’t hid his giant smile. “Given that today seems to be ‘Take Travis Apart In The Best Possible Ways Day’, far be it from me to object.”
“Good.” Hoshi grinned, leaning up to kiss him again. Malcolm leaned down, and the three of them shared a long, slow kiss that left all a little breathless. “Maybe we should get a little rest for Travis to gather his strength? He’s going to be put through his paces, after all.”
“An excellent idea.” Malcolm rose from the bed, gathering the waters, juice, and snacks and setting them aside. Then he reached into his suitcase and pulled out a black pouch, setting it on the bedside table.
“What’s that, Malcolm?”
“Condoms, gloves, lube … I figured we’d need at least the basics while on shore leave.”
Travis chuckled, catching Malcolm’s hand in his to kiss his partner’s fingers. “That’s our Mal, true Eagle Scout—always prepared!”
Malcolm grinned. “I didn’t get 28 badges for nothing, you know!”
Arranging themselves with Travis in the middle, Malcolm spooned him from behind while Hoshi pressed herself against his front. He pushed his leg between hers and Malcolm reached over, pulling her upper leg over Travis’s hip so her heel rounded his own butt and held him close. Snuggled together into what turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable group cuddle, they quickly dozed off.
When Travis awoke an hour later, Hoshi was wrapped around him, face nestled into his chest as he held her close. Malcolm’s face was buried in his neck, strong arms wrapped around both him and Hoshi. It was a relatively novel experience, being the one in the middle, and for a while he simply lay there and enjoyed being enfolded by his companions.
After some time Malcolm began stirring, and Travis turned his head, immediately caught up in a loving kiss. For a few moments they necked, until Hoshi announced that she was awake by joining in enthusiastically. When they drew back for air, Malcolm ran his thumbs across both their mouths, watching their faces intently.
“Since Hoshi will be at the bottom, and unable to speak, the colour system won’t necessarily work, so we need two signals; one for ‘everything’s great, keep going’ and one for ‘stop’. I know we’re keen on the deep-throating, but I’m not so keen on cutting off all her air by accident.”
“How about a simple thumbs-up—one or both hands—for the ‘all’s well’ signal, and a triple-tap on both your legs if I feel like I’m getting into trouble?”
“That could work.”
“And just be aware, I may sound like I’m choking, but unless I give the distress signal, I promise I’m enjoying myself, okay? Just be considerate about giving me a regular chance to breathe, don’t under any circumstances lie on my throat, and we’ll be good.” Pausing, she gave them a jaundiced eye. “And you, Travis, don’t guilt yourself out of enjoyment - remember that I suggested it because I want this, understand?”
He saluted and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now, my loves, since Malcolm so considerately brought everything we needed, let me grab some towels while he gets ready to prepare you, darling. The sooner you’re ready, the sooner I can get you in my mouth.”
The men obeyed with alacrity; by the time Hoshi returned to spread several clean towels across the bed, Malcolm had wiggled his hand into a black surgical glove and was coating the fingers with lube, while Travis had removed a condom and placed it on one side of the bed before standing with knees bent so he was braced against the mattress, bending forward with his hands spread shoulder-width apart.
Sliding into place under Travis, Hoshi shuffled toward his legs until her head was hanging off the edge of the bed, allowing her throat to lie in a straight line. He’d leaned forward over her, lowering himself to his forearms, pulling two pillows under her hips to tilt her up for his mouth.
“I’m going to begin now, Travis,” Malcolm said quietly, and waited for the eager nod before gently breaching his partner with a well-lubed finger.
Travis shivered in pleasure, dropping his face down between Hoshi’s legs, burying his mouth against her swollen folds while she reached up and closed her lips around the head of his cock. It didn’t take long before they were both moaning at each other’s efforts, Malcolm growing almost unbearably hard at the sounds of pleasure from his partners and the sight of that strong brown back undulating before him. Hoshi’s smooth golden thighs arched on either side of Travis’s curly head, one of her arms looped up so she could hold his buttock, while her other reached between Malcolm’s legs. She fondled his balls gently as he prepared Travis, and he shuddered at the exquisite sensations, thankful that the younger man was already opening for him beautifully, clearly relaxing into giving and receiving pleasure from their partner.
Another few minutes of excruciatingly slow and careful preparation, and Malcolm withdrew his fingers, swiftly removing the glove, turning it inside out to drop it beside the bed, and slipping on the condom, slathering it with a generous amount of lube. He positioned himself behind Travis and gave a quiet warning.
“Ready, my loves?”
Affirmative noises coming from both, although neither paused in their activities, Malcolm eased himself inside his lover, feeling Travis clench around him, until he was fully seated. Travis’s hips had been moving slowly as he enjoyed the feel of Hoshi’s mouth around him, but he’d paused, waiting for Malcolm to take his place. For a moment he pushed back, groaning at the sensation, and Malcolm wondered why, until he heard Hoshi gasp in air and swallow; then wet sounds indicated that she had taken Travis into her mouth again, and her hands came up on either side of him in a thumbs-up.
That was Malcolm’s signal to begin moving. Slowly at first, until he found a rhythm that had him pushing Travis forward and deep into Hoshi’s throat; occasionally she gagged, but swiftly raised her thumbs whenever that happened; Travis whimpered into her folds as Malcolm increased the pace, and her hand returned to toy with his balls.
Suddenly her hand stilled, and she turned it to grip Malcolm’s thigh hard, smothered squeals coming from beneath Travis; the younger man tightened his hold on Hoshi’s thighs, his head moving determinedly; and Malcolm increased his pace, thoroughly enjoying the way Travis clenched onto him each time he drove forward, pushing his lover deeper into their partner’s mouth.
Hoshi squealed again, and all at once Travis stiffened and groaned, his body clamping down on Malcolm, who grabbed onto his partner’s hips, held him in place, and thrust into him a few times to prolong the orgasm without forcing Travis too deep down Hoshi’s throat. She patted both their thighs and Travis lifted off her quickly, but all she wanted was to remove him from her mouth and slide her way out from under them.
Malcolm smiled at her as she knelt beside Travis, and she grinned back, wiping the corners of her mouth as she licked her lips. “Think you can make him come again while you fuck him into the bed, love?”
Moving his hips slowly, Malcolm rubbed the base of Travis’s spine, the boomer shuddering beneath him. “I think everything he’s got to spend has gone down your lovely throat, sweetheart, but I can definitely make him orgasm without him needing to let loose.”
Travis turned his head, puzzled. “You can?”
“Oh, love, you have no idea.” With a wink at Hoshi, Malcolm positioned Travis just so. “Time for me to enjoy my pillow prince. Hold on, sweetheart, this is going to get a little wild.”
Travis reached out a hand and Hoshi gripped it; his other arm braced around the pillow. Malcolm tightened his grip, making sure Travis couldn’t go anywhere; and then he began moving.
The first few thrusts were slow and steady, the way he’d been delivering them while all three were in sync; but his need had been growing since he’d awoken from their nap with an erection that desperately wanted to be inside his partner, and now it was time to fulfil his body’s demand. Within moments he’d accelerated his pace, the speed of his thrusts punishing as his hips met Travis’s buttocks with a force that tore grunts from his own throat and cries of pleasure from his lover.
A minute adjustment to his grip, and he was hitting the younger man’s prostate, and now there was a new tone to Travis’ cries, almost a howl. Hoshi was encouraging them both, “You’re taking him so well, Travis, my love; keep going, Malcolm, take our love to pieces, make him fall apart,” and all at once Travis squeezed around him and his world exploded.
Dimly he heard Travis keening, heard a deep groan, and realised that the latter was himself. He’d stiffened inside Travis’ tight heat, feeling pressure release from every part of his body, liquid fire running through every nerve. Taut and straining one moment, the next his muscles had turned to jelly. Turning to one side, he drew Travis to the bed, not bothering to withdraw, feeling his lover still spasming around him. Hoshi moved in from the front, and within moments they had Travis in the middle once more, Hoshi murmuring endearments to both her boys, Travis trembling in Malcolm’s grip, Malcolm practically gluing himself to his bigger partner’s body.
He used one hand to turn Travis’s head toward him, slid the other up to tug Hoshi forward, and let himself fall into the sheer bliss of shared caresses and nuzzles. When they finally drew apart for air, Travis had finally caught his breath. “Mal … how did you do that? I’d already come just a few moments before!”
Malcolm nuzzled the shell of Travis’s ear. “It’s called a dry orgasm, love. It happened because you’d already come and didn’t have anything more to expend. And I was hitting your prostate, so your body was receiving every one of the necessary signals.”
Travis blew out a breath. “Well, I’ve just learned something new, and I’m glad I did.” One hand behind Malcolm’s head, he drew his lover closer for a deep, gentle kiss. “You two are so good to me. And for me.”
Hoshi snuggled closer. “You deserve to be spoiled and pampered too, Travis. Don’t think we haven’t noticed how often you turn the focus from yourself to us. We know you like to be on the giving end, but you’re simply going to have to get used to the idea that we like to give, too.”
“And from a purely aesthetic point of view, you’re bloody hot as hell—one of the sexiest men on the ship, in fact. So you’re going to have to deal with the fact that your partners want to enjoy you as much as you enjoy them.” Malcolm made his voice stern but teasing, and Travis laughed, shaking his head ruefully.
“Busted. I know I’m hot—we all are—but you two are so talented, too. Sometimes—not often—I feel like I’m “just” a pilot, compared to Hoshi being able to speak new languages almost on the fly, and Malcolm keeping the entire ship safe.” He held up a hand as Hoshi frowned and opened her mouth to speak. “But, like I said—that doesn’t happen often. Usually when I’m really stressed or overstimulated or haven’t slept enough. I know I’m the best at what I do.”
“Good!” interjected Hoshi. “Of course we’re all good-looking—with all the martial arts that Malcolm does, and the weights you lift, and my dancing, plus the way we all need to stay up to Starfleet’s fitness standards, everyone on this ship has incredibly tight tushes, for one thing. But,” she poked Travis in the arm, frowning, “no one gets to tell me that one of my partners is any less than the others. And that includes my partners. Got it?” She looked at him, narrow-eyed, and Malcolm had to bury his mouth into Travis’s shoulder in order to hide his smile.
“Yes, ma’am!” Travis knew better than to unleash the wrath of the Tiny Tyrant. And he had to admit, it was flattering to know that his beloveds - two of the objectively most attractive people on the ship, one of whom was a warrior, the other a dancer, and incredibly beautiful; both of whom were fierce and (for different reasons) feared by most on the ship - found him as appealing as he found them.
“It’s not just the looks or the talent, is it? After all, Travis, you’re bloody hot stuff and you know it; if anything, people might be wondering how a weedy little guy like me pulled a smoke show like you and someone as gorgeous as Hoshi. And we all know she’s the most brilliant communicator, you’re the best pilot in the Fleet, and I’m—what was it again?”
“The most dangerous man in the Fleet,” Hoshi interjected, eyes still narrowed.
“Apparently so. Anyway, good-looking and talented—but that’s not the reason we’re together, is it?” Malcolm’s murmur at his partner’s ear sent vibrations straight down Travis’s chest into his nipples, and he let out a tiny gasp as Hoshi mischievously licked at one suddenly-tight bud.
“N-no—no, it’s not.” He sucked in a breath with a little whimper as Malcolm began kissing along his neck and shoulder.
“No, it’s not. You two told me that you wanted to be with me for myriad reasons, including things I thought put you out of my league; not least my emotional baggage and inability to sustain long-term healthy, happy relationships. You also pointed out that—what was it, Hoshi love?”
“That you’re kind, encouraging, steadfast, protective, incredibly smart, sometimes awkward and anxious, and often an absolute little shit?”
He chuckled. “That’s it. And what did you say about Travis?” He took the younger man’s earlobe between his teeth and gently began to nibble on it.
“That he’s clever, he’s thoughtful, empathetic, a pure ray of sunshine, more perceptive than most people think, has a unique ability to read people—human or otherwise—sometimes worries that his youth counts against him, and is also a little shit?”
“Got it in one. And now yourself.”
Hoshi opened her mouth to object, caught the raised eyebrows from both her beloveds, and sighed. “Fair enough. Um … you said I was feisty, compassionate, caring, brave, insightful, shy, anxious, and I have a temper.”
“And?”
She grinned. “And I’m a little shit, of course. Like calls to like, after all.”
“And there’s no one in this universe that I like more than you two.” The affection that shone from Malcolm’s face and voice warmed them both, and for a moment the three were silent, simply holding onto each other, Malcolm’s arms clasped around Travis’s chest, Travis covering Malcolm’s hands with his, and Hoshi intertwining her hands with theirs.
“So, Travis, when your mind-demon is giving you hell, remind it that we’re all hot, we’re all talented—we saved Earth, dammit!—but most importantly, we like each other. I swear that even if we weren’t in a relationship with each other, we’d still be the best of friends. I don’t have to think about an interesting topic of conversation, because everything we talk about together is interesting, and even when we’re not talking—or shagging—I just like being around you.”
Hoshi giggled and tapped their noses. “Same here.”
“Now, my loves, we’ve basically spent the entire morning in bed, enjoying each other. And personally, I could keep going, but I suppose at some point we have to show our faces in public, since we didn’t get to choose the isolated cabin we wanted.”
“True,” Hoshi acknowledged. “It’s only eleven-hundred-hours, though. Maybe we could have a nap and then shower and go down to lunch with the rest? Janelle said they’d meet at thirteen-hundred hours - she and Rostov, Esk, Anna, Trip and T’Pol, Liz, Phlox, Kiva. Some of the MACOs. Probably the captain and Porthos.”
“Sounds good to me. What do you say, Travis?”
“I’d say I’m happy to do whatever my beloveds want, as long as I get to do it with them.”
“Well then,” Hoshi said, brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “Nap, shower, lunch with the crew. Then? We come back here and do Travis. Again.”
Malcolm grinned wickedly and winked. “I’m in.”