“Don’t be selfish.” Rhodri grinned, popping open a beer and handing it to Kit. “You can have the king to yourself later, but we’re not passing up a perfect excuse for a party.”
“We even brought refreshments this time,” Bevan added amiably. “Since Devon’s always bitching we drink all the beer.” He tossed a bottle to Devon, who caught it before it could hit Jonathan in the head.
“Careful where you throw those things,” Kit scolded sharply. “Niall would hardly appreciate Arthur showing up with a black eye on set tomorrow.”
“Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” Colm asked. “I haven’t seen you in this bad a mood in months.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “If I have to explain it to you, you won’t get it anyway.” He slid down the chair to sit in the dip next to Glynn, a definite pout on his face.
Addison carried a beer over to Jonathan, a twinkle in his eyes as he examined the new piece of furniture. “Looks very… comfortable,” he murmured, lifting his own bottle in a silent toast. “Don’t worry, dear boy, we won’t let them stay up too far past their bedtime.”
Jonathan accepted the beer with a rueful grin. He was truly fortunate to have made so many good friends among the cast; it would be churlish to wish they’d all disappear just so he could try out his new birthday present. After taking a sip, he smiled back at Addison and asked about his plans for the coming weekend.
Glynn smiled at Kit and leaned his arm over the rising curve of the lounge. “Best just to let them have their fun,” he advised, the chair’s contours pressing them together. “You know arguing with them only makes them more stubborn.”
Kit muttered under his breath, but he had to admit the other man was right. He wouldn’t get rid of the Orkneys any faster by arguing with them. He’d just had fantasies of spending the evening in far more intimate activities. After a moment, Glynn rose from the seat, grinning down at Kit. “Don’t worry, a chair like this never wears out. You can still enjoy it after we’re gone.”
Kit’s eyes grew wide as he realized that Glynn knew what the underlying purpose of the chair was, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. No reason to confirm the man’s hypothesis.
Devon eyed Glynn warily as the dark-haired man joined him and Éamon where they chatted about the upcoming scenes of the battle with Mordred. For all that Glynn and Éamon were practically married, the Welshman had seemed to be quite comfortable in Kit’s personal space, though in fairness, the chair’s contours made it next to impossible not to throw its occupants into intimate closeness. That’s what it was designed for, after all. Swallowing his irritation at the delay in exploring everything else the chair was designed for, Devon nodded at Glynn and slid over to make room for him at the kitchen counter.
“That’s quite a gift Jonathan’s got,” Glynn said, slipping an arm around Éamon as he joined the two men. “He’s a lucky man to have you and Kit to take care of him.”
“I’d say we’re the lucky ones,” Devon replied, hoping his expression didn’t give too much away as his gaze moved to his castmate.
Glynn smiled. “Glad to see you realize what you’ve got in him.” He turned to Éamon. “Let’s see if we can get the Orkneys moving. I think our hosts would rather celebrate alone. Your ‘brother’ can owe us one later.”
“Let ’em finish their beers, at least,” Devon relented, though the look he turned on Glynn was pure gratitude. “But if you can clear ’em out after that, we really will owe you one.”
Glynn grinned, gesturing for Éamon to start rounding up the others. “We like to watch,” he whispered before joining Éamon and herding the rest of the cast toward the door in far less time than Devon would have believed possible.
Devon was fairly sure that Glynn was just taking the piss with him, but he wasn’t about to complain when the last of the Orkneys trailed out the door not a quarter of an hour later. Glynn clapped Jonathan on the shoulder and wished him many happy returns of the day, his hazel eyes meeting Devon’s with a wink as he and Éamon left together.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Kit began, locking the door behind their departing friends, “but what put such a fire under Glynn and Éamon to get everyone out?”
“Who cares?” Jonathan turned back to the parlor, fingers already working at the button fly of his jeans. “They’re gone, and the two of you can demonstrate all the special features of my birthday present for me now.”
Not particularly anxious to admit that he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d agreed to, Devon kept quiet in favor of shedding his own clothes as quickly as possible. “There’s a video guide to positions,” he offered instead, “though it’s only two partners, and one of them is a bird. Still, if you can get past that, it’s not half inspirational.”
“Do you really think we need help figuring out how to have sex?” Kit teased, pulling his shirt off again and returning to his earlier position on the upper end of the couch. “Unless you really want to watch it, Jonathan.”
“Right now, I’m not interested in anything that doesn’t involve the two of you touching me somehow,” Jonathan admitted, kicking the denim from his legs and dropping his shirt on the floor. Devon promptly stepped up behind him, molding his chest to Jonathan’s back, one hand on his hip so he could slot his cock along the crease between Jonathan’s cheeks, the other moving to turn Jonathan’s head into his kiss. For a moment, Jonathan forgot everything in the pleasure of losing himself to Devon’s kiss and the heat of the hard body pressed against his.
Watching Jonathan and Devon kiss quickly made Kit’s jeans too tight. He stood up and stripped off rapidly to join his two lovers, pressing along Jonathan’s chest the way Devon was pressed along his back. He lifted up onto his toes so he could join his mouth to theirs, a wet, sloppy three-way kiss that was absolutely perfect.
Sandwiched between Kit’s lean grace and Devon’s innate strength was exactly where Jonathan wanted to be, and for long moments he was content to simply sate himself on their touch and taste, kisses moving languidly from one mouth to another, fingertips grazing over any skin he could reach. Eventually, though, his curiosity—and the possibilities running rampant through his fertile imagination—won out, and he shifted so they were facing the sinuous leather chair. “So who’s going to demonstrate how this thing works?” he murmured.
“What’s your pleasure tonight?” Kit asked breathlessly. “Top, bottom, middle? The possibilities are endless.”
“It’s like being at an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord.” Jonathan chuckled. “I could never decide what I wanted to try first. Since this was your discovery, I’m sure you’ve checked out all the suggested positions. Pick one—I’m sure I’ll enjoy it, whatever it is.” He dropped a kiss on each of his lovers’ lips. “As long as it involves both of you, how could I not?”
“Devon?” Kit asked, wanting to give both of them the option of making a suggestion before he took over, but Devon just shook his head. “In that case,” Kit continued with a huge grin, “I’m going to go with my earlier suggestion.” He leaned back over the higher end of the chair, his feet lifting off the ground as his head fell back, leaving his hips at the perfect height for Jonathan to enter him and his lips at the perfect height to suck Devon. “There’s lube in the drawer over there.”
“Is it gift-wrapped too?” Jonathan teased, retrieving the tube but dropping it onto the leather below Kit’s head. “I want to enjoy this part of my gift first,” he added, bending to run his lips over the alluring expanse of Kit’s torso, spread out for his delectation.
“You won’t mind sharing, will you, Jon?” Devon asked, kneeling in the chair’s lower curve. Leaning forward, he caught Kit’s lips in an upside-down kiss, lifting a hand to tangle into Jonathan’s hair where he lingered at a coffee-colored nipple.
“Some things are even better when shared,” Kit gasped into Devon’s mouth. His blood was rushing to his head, leaving him wonderfully giddy as his lovers lavished attention on him.
Devon’s touch reawakening the nee
d for both his lovers, Jonathan caught his chin and lifted him into a kiss, his other hand continuing to tease at Kit’s nipple. Breaking the kiss, he guided Devon’s head to replace his fingers and moved to the opposite side of Kit’s chest so they could pleasure him in tandem. The sudden gasp and arch of Kit’s back into their touch betrayed just how much he enjoyed the dual attentions. Easing him back against the supportive surface, Jonathan let his mouth drift over quivering abdominal muscles until he was nuzzling into dark pubic curls.
“Please,” Kit husked, the teasing caresses hitting all his sensitive spots and driving him wild. When Jonathan made his way to the base of Kit’s cock but didn’t immediately give the aching appendage the attention it desired, he resorted to begging. “God, Jonathan, please suck me!”
Dropping to one knee, Jonathan inhaled deeply, the musky scent whetting his need to taste. He let his tongue dart through the dusky curls, lapping over the tightened sac before painting a wide swath up the underside of the rigid shaft. A pearl of fluid trembled at the tip, and Jonathan caught it on his tongue, rolling the salty flavor over his palate before taking the head into his mouth. Kit pushed up, wordlessly begging for more, but Jonathan straightened, nudging at Devon’s cheek until he looked up from tracing the outline of the birthmark on Kit’s hip and sharing the taste with him in a deep kiss.
Kit groaned as his lovers kissed above his head. He could see their tongues twining together and imagined Devon stealing a taste of Kit’s essence off Jonathan’s tongue. The image was enough to make him harden even more. “Fuck, you two are gorgeous.”
“No more than you, lad.” Devon reached for the container of lube on the curve beside him and passed it to Jonathan. “Watching Jon prep you will like come near to getting me off—next time I think we’ll need to wear our rings so we can last longer.” He pushed upward enough to steal his own taste from the tip of Kit’s bobbing cock, prompting Kit to do the same to Devon’s erection, which was all but hitting him in the face.
Jonathan paused from slicking his fingers with the cool gel, the image of Kit taking Devon in his mouth as Jonathan took him with his cock sending a tremor of pure desire flaring in his gut. “Scoot up, Devon,” he instructed, his voice husked with passion. Anointing Kit’s crease with the lube, he slipped two fingers inside, knowing Kit would be as eager as he was by this point. “Let me watch Kit-Kat suck you.”
Kit didn’t bother replying with words. He simply let Devon’s cock work its way farther into his throat. With his head tipped back this way, he could take Devon deeper and with greater ease than usual, truly allowing him to fuck his mouth. Devon was still careful not to choke him, but Kit was pretty sure sucking dick had never been easier. Then Jonathan’s fingers pressed past his entrance and Kit moaned eagerly, wrapping his legs around Jonathan’s hips and drawing him closer. His hands went around Devon’s hips, not guiding but definitely encouraging the continued movements as he felt himself filled from both ends.
Seeing how easily Kit all but swallowed Devon’s cock made Jonathan’s own shaft throb with need. He prepped Kit with more speed than usual, but judging by the wanton way Kit pushed onto his fingers, it was enough. Slicking himself with an ample squeeze of lube, he slid into the yielding passage, the chair’s angle putting him at the perfect alignment to thrust deeply. “Oh fuck, kitten,” he moaned, looking down at the dual sight of his and Devon’s cocks filling their lover. Scrambling for control, he tore his gaze away, only to find himself nearly eye-to-eye with Devon, who pulled him into a kiss. Jonathan wrapped an arm around Devon’s back, loving the way the position opened both his lovers’ bodies to him as his palms coasted over pale and olive skin and his hips pulsed in an instinctive rhythm.
Kit wouldn’t have needed much more to come untouched, but when Devon’s hand closed around his bobbing cock, that was all it took. His body clenched in release, hot fluid shooting from his shaft all the way down to his chin. He shuddered and shook with the power of his orgasm, going limp in satiation.
The reflexive clench of Kit’s muscles around his, coupled with the look of ecstasy on his face, were enough to send Jonathan crashing over the precipice of his own climax. Blinking his vision back into focus, he reached down to help Devon bring himself off, the splash of his come mingling with Kit’s on his chest. They sagged against each other, foreheads resting together, until their panting breaths slowed to a calmer rate.
“Best… birthday… present… ever,” Jonathan rasped between inhalations.
“For all of us,” Devon drawled in agreement, leaning back on his heels. “I can see we’ll be breaking this in right and proper.”
“The only drawback I can see is that we have to get up to go snuggle in bed,” Kit added, pushing up to sitting again slowly, letting the blood rush back out of his head. “But I think that’s a small price to pay if the sex is always this good.”
“We’ll have to try it again tomorrow.” Jonathan grinned, offering Kit a hand to rise to his feet and reaching for Devon with the other. “You said something about an instructional video?”
Chapter 23: Eyes on the Prize
JONATHAN AND Kit were already seated in the catering tent, well into their lunches, when Devon arrived. He hadn’t been filming any scenes that morning, but he needed a fitting for his armor for the upcoming battle scene and had hung around afterward hoping to share an hour with his lovers during their lunch break. That was before Glynn had bumped into him leaving the armor workshop. Still searching for a way to explain the fix he’d gotten them into to his partners, Devon walked past their table before Kit’s shout called him back.
“Too good to have lunch with us?” Kit teased when Devon joined them. “Be careful. We’ll start thinking you prefer Kay and Bors to us.”
Not missing the slight uncharacteristic flush of Devon’s cheeks, Jonathan glanced around the mostly empty tables nearby, his voice lowering. “Is something wrong, Devon?” He gave Kit’s teasing suggestion the credence it deserved, which was none, but he wondered if Glynn or Éamon might have inadvertently said something to bring back memories Jonathan hoped were finally behind them all.
“No!” Devon answered, too quickly. “Just thinking whether we had any plans for this weekend. I, uh, kind of invited Glynn—and Éamon—over to your place Saturday night.”
Surprised by the odd hesitancy in Devon’s usually confident voice but relieved that he didn’t seem upset, Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Mi casa es su casa, Devon, but any reason why you didn’t invite them to your place? It’s usually neater than mine.”
This time Devon definitely blushed. “I—er—I told them they could come back. On your birthday. When they cleared the Orkneys out for us?”
“Come back for what?” Kit asked suspiciously. Something about Devon’s behavior didn’t compute. “I mean, they’re welcome anytime, but you’re not stuttering because they want to come to dinner. What’s going on?”
“Something you’ll likely enjoy, even if Jon and I don’t,” Devon muttered.
“Devon, just tell us,” Jonathan insisted. “It can’t be as bad as you think it is.”
“And what makes you think I’d enjoy something you and Jonathan don’t?” Kit asked. “Even if I like the idea of something, I’m not going to enjoy myself if you two are uncomfortable. We’ve been through that already, remember?”
“That night—your birthday?” Jonathan nodded and Devon swallowed before continuing. “Glynn knew what your gift was. He said they—he and Éamon—they like to watch.”
Jonathan chuckled. “I’ll be happy to lend them the instructional video, then.”
Devon shook his head. “I told them we’d owe them if they could get the Orkneys to leave. That’s what Glynn wants in return—to watch. Us.”
Kit shivered, the thought of two pairs of eyes on him as his lovers made him scream or vice versa a serious turn-on. “I’m in,” he said immediately. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”
Jonathan was slower to answer. He’d filmed enough nude sce
nes in his career to be able to detach himself from the surroundings and ignore the cameras and crew, but this wasn’t a movie. This was letting someone else watch the most intimate moments between himself and the men he loved. He’d gotten to know Glynn and Éamon well enough that he didn’t suspect there was anything more to the request than prurient interest, but he still wasn’t wholly comfortable with it. “There would have to be conditions.”
“I’ve already told them no cameras and no touching. They’d sit on the other side of the room and watch, that’s all. But Glynn insisted we use the couch—that’s why I had to ask them to your place, Jon.”
“And they don’t have any say in the action—they can watch, but they don’t get to direct. We get enough of that on set.” Despite himself, Jonathan grinned. “I can understand why they’d want to watch, but this is a pretty hefty payback for rousting a couple of drunk Orkneys. What’s in it for us?”
“We get their eyes on us,” Kit replied, grin widening as he imagined what Saturday night might bring. “We get to tease them with everything we have and they don’t. Every time I touch one of you, they’ll wish they could too. And every time you touch me, it’ll be the same. It’s the ultimate playing to an audience because it’s so incredibly intimate but at the same time separate because they can’t touch, can’t direct. All they can do is watch and wish they were in our shoes.”
“And we’ll make them ache for it,” Devon agreed, free of the anxiety he’d felt at broaching the idea to his lovers. He really was the luckiest bastard alive. “They’ll be going home with the bluest bollocks in the British Isles.”
Kit chortled. “Unless they come just from watching us.”
“THIS IS awkward,” Jonathan complained, taking a swig of his beer as they waited for Glynn and Éamon to arrive. “Should we be naked already so we can get started as soon as they get here? Or do we sit around first, have another beer, make a little small talk before we get it on?”
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