"Better," Seb said before letting out a groan that captured both their attention.
Lips a whisper apart, Matt and Connor's eyes shifted from each other to Seb's finger as he pushed it slowly inside himself.
"Oh, God," Seb hissed, his eyes flickering shut for a couple of seconds. He opened them again and gave them a mock scowl. "You're not naked enough," he panted. "Or kissing enough."
"We're enjoying the show," Matt murmured. And he was, far more than he'd expected. Watching gay porn hadn't done much for him, but watching Seb's digit slowly disappear into his arsehole was seriously sexy. Because it's Seb, he thought.
"You are, huh?" Seb began to work his finger in and out, parting his lips in a series of moans that resonated through Matt and left his cock hungry to be inside his lover.
He kept his covetous stare on Seb as Connor tugged at his belt. He let himself be pushed back, onto the bed, and lifted his hips so Connor could fully undress him. He shivered as Connor trailed kisses from his stomach to his throat. Still transfixed by Seb, he deftly popped the button on Connor's jeans and helped his lover wriggle out of them. He pulled Connor onto his chest, and they lay there, arms wrapped around each other, distractedly kissing one another as Seb continued to pleasure himself for their benefit.
Seb was pumping two fingers in and out of his hole now. His moans had become deeper and more desperate.
"Don't get too carried away," Matt growled. He wanted Seb to come with him inside.
Seb laughed. "You'd better glove up then, hadn't you?"
He tossed the condom packet to Matt.
"Let me," Connor said, plucking it from Matt's fingers.
He ripped it open, sat across Matt’s thighs, and rolled the condom down Matt's thick, rigid cock.
"Plenty of lube," Seb panted, throwing the plastic bottle across to them next.
Matt let Connor lather his gloved cock with lube, whimpering as his hand slid slowly up his aching length.
"I'm ready," he said, his voice rough and gravely from desire.
"Me too." Seb slipped his fingers free and then paused, his gaze slipping from one lover to the other. "Connor, lie down." He patted the bed beside him. "Here."
Connor lifted his eyebrows but didn't question the instruction. He lay on his back, body stretched out, cock lolling against his thigh. Seb went onto all fours, hands planted on either side of Connor's head, legs spread wide around Connor's hips. The sight of the two of them made Matt's heart leap into his throat. Connor squeezed more lube into his palm and then rubbed both his hands together, making them glisten. He seized Seb's cock with one hand and his own with the other. They both bit out moans. Matt quickly thought of cold showers. There was no way he would let himself come before he'd had his fill of Seb.
"I want you," Seb said. "Fuck, Matt, I need to feel you inside me."
Matt got onto his knees and shuffled behind Seb. He rested his hands on Seb's hips and lined his cock up with Seb's arsehole. He teased Seb with the head of his cock, shivering as Seb growled.
"God, yes," he hissed.
Matt pushed forward as gently as he could. There was resistance. Seb's back arched, and his body tensed for the briefest of moments. Then the head of Matt's cock vanished inside his lover's body. Muscles contracted around his cock, squeezing and massaging in a way he'd never experienced before.
"Fuck," he moaned.
"Yes, please," Seb said, laughter in his voice. "Fuck me hard." He glanced back at Matt, eyes shining brightly. "I can take it." He curled his lip in a primal snarl. "I want it. I want you."
Matt tightened his grip on Seb's hips and began to thrust into him. Slowly at first, but the more Seb groaned with pleasure, the harder and faster his long strokes became. He was able to look over Seb's shoulder to stare down at Connor. Connor's lips were parted slightly as he jacked Seb and himself off. His nostrils flared, and his breaths came in sharp pants. His eyes were wide as he stared up, not at Matt, but at Seb. Not that Matt minded; he wished he could see Seb's face himself. He contented himself to listening to Seb's constant moans of pleasure, which slowly devolved into a continuous keening stream of primal noise as their lovemaking intensified.
Sweat prickled Matt's skin, and he saw beads of moisture forming on Seb's back and Connor's chest.
"Harder," Seb begged. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Matt slammed into him harder and harder, tipping his head back as he felt himself approaching climax.
"Fuck," he groaned, unable to contain the pressure in his cock any longer.
He let out a satisfied howl as his ejaculation filled the tip of the condom, pumping a few last shuddering thrusts of his cock into Seb's body. He felt light-headed as he knelt there, clinging on to Seb's sweat-soaked hips, panting, satisfied, and exhausted. He could just see Connor's hands working fast, saw his Adam's apple bob. Connor's eyes closed fast. His body tensed and then uncoiled. He gasped out his pleasure. Seb was next, practically screaming out his orgasm. His arse spasmed and fluttered around Matt's cock. He swayed, and Matt was sure he would have fallen if it weren't for his tight grip. Gently, he slipped his cock free.
"Best Christmas present ever," Seb beamed before pulling free of Matt's arms to collapse forward onto Connor's chest.
Matt dropped beside them, still panting. He flopped his hand onto Seb's sweaty shoulder and whispered, "I love you."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Connor
Connor couldn't get the expression on Seb's face out of his mind. The whole time Matt had been fucking Seb, Connor had stared into his face. Pure bliss was the best description his orgasm-addled brain could come up with. Seb had looked utterly sated, putting one thought in Connor's mind: I want to experience that. Now, dozing with Seb still draped over him and Matt pressed up against them, the thought kept returning to him stronger and stronger, like waves lapping at the shore during high tide.
He smoothed his hand through Seb's thick, dark curls, making them a sticky mess with the remnants of lube and cum. His other hand lay on Matt's chest, absently sweeping back and forth. He had no concept of the passage of time as he drifted in and out of sleep.
"It's midnight," Seb whispered.
"Happy Christmas," Connor said in an equally quiet voice.
Then they were set adrift again, to the symphony of their slow breathing and lazy heartbeats.
A little later, Matt disturbed the quiet by saying, "Our neighbours must hate us."
Seb wheezed out a laugh. "I don't do quiet sex."
"You don't say?" Matt gasped in mock shock.
"Neither do you," Connor said to Matt, his mouth curling into a smile.
Seb shifted, and desire rippled through Connor's body from head to toe. The thought hit him, more intense than before: I want to experience it.
"Seb?"
"Hmmm?" Seb lifted his head, his blue eyes searching Connor's.
"Do it to me," he whispered.
Seb frowned
"I want to feel you." Connor couldn't raise his voice. "Inside me."
Seb's eyebrows lifted. "Are you sure?"
"God, yes." He didn't think he'd ever been surer of anything, except wanting to be with Seb and Matt. But then, this new yearning he was experiencing was nothing more than an extension of that.
Matt propped himself up on one elbow. "Can I hold you while Seb makes love to you?" Matt's voice trembled excitedly.
Connor nodded. He couldn't think of anything he'd like more. They rearranged themselves, Matt sitting against the headboard, with Connor lounging between his parted legs, back against his broad chest. Matt's arms encircled him, one hand caressing his thigh, the other his abdomen, making electric shivers run across his flesh. He rested his head back against Matt's shoulder, not sure he could be any more relaxed.
"Knees up," Seb said.
Connor obliged, resting his feet on the bed on the outside of Matt's thighs.
"You're in control," Seb said, squeezing lube onto his fingertips. He settled between their legs and placed one
hand on Connor's knee. "I'm not going to lie. There may be some discomfort at first."
"Stop talking," Connor murmured. "I want this."
Seb smiled lovingly at him. He leaned forward, grazing his lips against Connor's. "I fucking love you," he said. "Both of you."
He kissed Connor, easing his tongue into his mouth whilst applying gentle pressure against Connor's hole. Connor gasped against Seb's mouth and then moaned into the kiss as Seb's finger swirled and teased, sending pulses of bliss shooting through him. It was like nothing he'd experienced before. He'd thought the way his lovers caressed the nape of his neck or his lower neck was erotic, but this… this was so intense it was indescribable.
Seb's finger breached his hole, and there was pain. His lips tore from Seb's.
"Relax," Seb said soothingly.
Connor pressed back against Matt, panting through the discomfort.
"I can stop."
"No!"
He bit down on his lower lip, glad when Matt's hand slid from his abdomen to his cock, stroking slowly from root to tip. It both grounded and distracted him. Gradually, his body became accustomed to the presence of Seb's finger, and he felt himself relax around it.
"Kiss me," he whispered to Seb.
Seb obeyed, at the same time pushing his finger deeper until Connor felt the brush of Seb's knuckles against his body. He writhed, wanting—no needing—to feel more.
"Fuck, Con, you can keep doing that," Matt whispered. His breath was hot on Connor's ear. "It's fucking hot."
He kept wriggling as Seb pumped his finger in and out, slowly at first, but the more Connor relaxed, the more intense his thrusts became.
"More," he begged. "I want more."
There was another burst of pain as Seb slowly inserted a second finger, but it passed far easier than the first. He moved his hips. Up to meet Seb's fingers, down into Matt's groin. Matt grunted against his ear.
He could have probably come like that, with Matt stroking his cock and Seb's fingers fucking him, but need crashed into him, and he heard himself begging for more. The words sounded garbled and strung together, like he was losing the ability to be coherent. He was silenced by Seb's mouth covering his once more. He understood the expression on Seb's face completely now, and he wanted to feel everything Seb had with Matt.
"Please," he panted again as Seb came up for air. "I need you." His voice sounded almost whiny, but he didn't care. He slammed back against Matt as Seb's fingers scissored inside him. "Fuck."
Seb inserted a third finger, filling and stretching Connor. He writhed even more than before, enjoying the joint sensation of Seb's fingers inside him and Matt's cock pressing against his back.
"Oh, my God, this is almost as good as fucking someone," Matt keened. "Jesus, Seb, whatever you're doing, keep fucking doing it."
Seb chuckled. "I'm not sure our sexy grease monkey can take much more."
"I can," Connor gasped. "Please give me more."
Seb hesitated, his fingers stilling. "I'm not sure…"
"I need you." Connor stared intently into Seb's eyes. "Take care of me, Seb."
Seb sucked in his lower lip. "Jesus. When you put it like that…" He glanced towards the bedside table, but Matt was already in the process of retrieving another condom.
Seb wasted no time in ripping the packet with his teeth. He rolled it on and applied lube. "You're in control," he repeated.
Connor nodded, licking his lips.
Seb held Connor's hips tightly and guided his cock to his hole. "Breathe in," he instructed. "Breathe out slowly as I enter you."
All Connor could do was nod again as he sucked in a deep breath. It wasn't so much pain as it was discomfort. Seb pushed inside him slowly, an inch at a time, allowing him to breathe and adjust.
"You good?"
Connor nodded. It helped that Matt had started stroking his forehead and was making soothing sounds. Taking care of him; that's what Matt was doing. It was weird to let them both do that. For as long as he could remember, he'd been the one to get talked into cooking. He was the designated driver. The one to stay sober and keep an eye on the other two. Having them look after him was different. It was comforting.
When Seb began to thrust back and forth, he whimpered. His strokes were slow and gentle, nothing like the pounding Matt had given Seb earlier. Yesterday. Whenever. He was losing the ability to string coherent thoughts together. The discomfort was still there, at the edge of his senses, but everything else eclipsed it. He licked his lips, trying to maintain eye contact with Seb, but his eyes kept wanting to drift shut as pleasure overrode everything else.
Just as he was sure the experience couldn't get any more pleasurable, Seb started to thrust deeper and faster. At the same time, Matt was doing amazing things to his cock with his hand, as well as placing a flurry of light kisses all over his face and neck. Connor was sure his senses were going to disintegrate from sheer overload. Nothing existed except for the three of them. He wasn't even aware of the bed or the room anymore. He could have been floating in zero gravity for all he knew.
As if knowing Connor was on the edge, Seb thrust a bit faster and harder. Connor squeezed his eyes so tightly tears leaked out of the corners. His mouth gaped wide in an orgasmic groan in the exact moment his body spasmed. He felt his muscles pulsing around Seb's cock. Seb carried on, relentlessly stretching Connor's orgasm for several desperate seconds. Then he withdrew, and Connor felt empty but overwhelmingly content.
Matt kissed his face. Seb stroked his thighs. Their hands caressed his whole body, stimulating his already sated senses. Gradually, their movements slowed, and then Seb lay beside them and held them both.
"That…" Connor gestured vaguely with his hand before letting it flop against his leg. "Was amazing."
"I'm glad it was," Seb whispered, kissing his forehead. "That's what a first time should be like."
Connor blinked at him lazily. "Next time…" He smiled and allowed his eyes to drift shut, forgetting what he'd been about to say.
"You want there to be a next time?" Seb asked.
"I definitely want you again." He let out a tired laugh. "Or Matt. I'm not fussy."
Behind him, Matt exhaled sharply.
"Sounds good," Seb agreed, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Thank you for trusting me to make love to you."
So happy and tired he was on the edge of delirium, Connor grinned. "Happy Christmas."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Seb
The bedroom blinds defused the bright Christmas morning sunlight, but it was still light enough to pierce through the shutters of Seb's eyelids and slowly wake him. He was still sticky with the remnants of their lovemaking. The scent of sweat and sex hung in the air around them, delicious and sweet. Matt and Connor were still asleep. Matt was spooned around Connor's back, whilst Connor's head rested in the crook of Seb's neck and their legs were tangled together. Seb smiled. If there was a better place to wake up, he couldn't think of it.
Why did it take us so long to get to this point?
It was a question he'd asked himself often over the last few weeks. His relationship with Craig was the most obvious culprit. Five years spent wasting his time when the two men he was meant to be with had been right under his nose. But maybe it had all had to happen: the heartbreak which led to camping, the falling stars and those wishes they'd made, those two drunken kisses. Without those specific events, they might still be nothing more than friends, orbiting each other but never colliding.
I wish to be happy again. He was pretty sure he was happier than he'd ever been. He hadn't realised it at the time, but he had been wishing for the two men beside him.
Connor stirred and stretched like a cat, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Morning," Seb said before kissing the top of Connor's head.
"Hey."
"How are you feeling?" Seb felt a stab of concern in his gut.
Connor blinked up at him, eyes unfocused. Sleep dust rested in the corners of his eyes and on h
is bottom lashes. He looked like he could close his eyes and drift off again in a heartbeat.
"A little sore," he admitted.
Seb rolled onto his side and flung his arm over his lover. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Connor let out a contented sigh. "It was worth it."
A thrill ran through Seb. He'd been excited when Matt had wanted to fuck him, but when Connor had expressed an interest—no, that was too weak a word, a desire—to be made love to, it had felt like all his Christmases had come at once. He hadn't been kidding when he'd told them he preferred to top. He enjoyed being fucked, but there was nothing quite like having a hot tight arse squeezing around his cock.
He ran his hand over the contours of Connor's face. He had the slightest dusting of stubble over his chin, which he knew his lover would shave when he got up.
"I want you so badly," he admitted, hoping Connor wouldn't take his words as pressure.
"Me too," Connor whispered, running a thumb over Seb's bottom lip.
"But not today," Seb said, his throat thick with desire.
A flicker of disappointment flashed across Connor's face, but he nodded his understanding nonetheless. "You were right," he said.
Seb frowned. "I normally am, but what about?"
"That once I relaxed, I'd want more faster than I thought."
Seb smiled, glad that he'd been right.
"There are still some things I'm nervous about…" Connor paused to rake his teeth over his lower lip.
"Like?"
"Giving blow jobs. Topping. There's probably more."
"I honestly don't care if you and Matt never feel up to giving me a blow job," Seb said. "Or each other," he added with a wink. "Although I do have a fantasy of us all going down on each other at the same time." He almost laughed when Connor's eyes bulged. "Relax. It's just a daydream."
"I…" Connor swallowed. "It sounds sexy. So… maybe… one day…?"
A pleasant shudder rippled through Seb's body. "I like the sound of that."
They kissed and then pressed their foreheads together, dozing for several more minutes until Matt yawned loudly. He shuffled in tighter, squeezing Connor between him and Seb.
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