Jaime grinned, a rare, light-hearted expression on his saturnine features. “That was subtle. Nikolas—are you sure?”
“
That’s not a stalk of celery in front of you, Jaime.”
Seve laughed, hugging Nikolas tight. “No, but it’s a very fine vegetable.” He was enjoying himself. He felt like chains had broken free and weights torn off his legs. He could have fun. He could listen to Nikolas be an arse and laugh at it. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Nikolas’ hand was creeping towards his own cock, clearly wanting more attention than he was getting. Jaime gently batted it away. “Mine,” he said firmly.
“
Yes, my lord Jaime,” Nikolas said meekly—fooling no one.
“
Get on with it, Jaime,” Seve complained. “The man’s been waiting a very long time.”
Jaime looked at him, then nodded in understanding. Seve recalled he had at least half of Nikolas to himself. Hmmm, where to begin? Perhaps a little nibble of one shapely ear—and that got a gratifying reaction. Nikolas squirmed and panted, so Seve did it again. Ah—but it wasn’t just the ear nibble causing it. Jaime had scooped out some of the liniment and had applied it to Nikolas’ ‘vegetable’, stroking him with that loving skill and care that Seve hoped he would soon experience again for himself. He waited for jealousy to intrude on his contentment—but it never came. He grinned to himself. He was free to enjoy this, and he would.
Nikolas gasped as Jaime’s hand slid up and down his beautiful cock, but Jaime was being very careful not to let him come. Seve stepped up the tormenting pleasure, nibbling an ear again, and gently circling one of Nikolas’ pale nipples with his finger—it pebbled under his touch, and he pinched it carefully, tugging it. A soft ‘oh’ from his companion made him pause. “No, keep doing it,” Nikolas whispered.
So he liked that, as did Seve himself. Something to remember, because he swore they would do this again. He had to.
He plucked at the little nub again, teasing it, tugging on it, as Jaime continued to pleasure Nikolas with his hands. This should have been difficult, Seve realised—seeing Jaime ministering to Nikolas. But it was nothing like the temple, in reality. Nikolas was responding with delight, Jaime’s devilish, sly look as he wrung the reactions out of Nikolas nothing like the grim mask he’d adopted on those hellish evenings. And Seve was free to touch and tease and draw reactions out of either of them as he chose, and talk and move and do all the things Minas had forbidden him, under penalty of the most terrible punishments, not for him but his beloved. No one was being punished here now, and no one would be.
Nikolas was squirming madly now, pressing back hard against Seve’s body. Jaime had an almost feral expression on his face—Seve realised he’d never let himself enjoy this before, and even though Seve knew why, he still thought it was a pity. Sex should be to show love and affection. Joyless, passionless coupling was an abomination and a crime, especially when it involved these two beautiful, loving men.
“
Jai, if we keep him waiting, he’ll explode.”
Nikolas released a breathless laugh. “That I will.”
“
Then I’d better do something about it then,” Jaime said matter-of-factly.
Nikolas twisted around to look at Seve. “Is that all right?”
“
More than all right. But you?”
“
Yes. More than anything. Because it’s Jaime, and it’s you, and I know I’m safe.”
“
And loved,” Seve whispered.
“
And loved,” Nikolas said with a smile. Then he turned around. “Fuck me, my lord Jaime.”
“
No.”
“
No?” Seve was as surprised as Nikolas at the bald refusal.
Jaime straightened. “No. The instructions were to make love to you. That’s what I’ll do. To both of you.”
Nikolas reached out a hand and touched Jaime’s face. “Then please make love to me, my lord Jaime.”
Jaime kissed Nikolas’ fingers, but his eyes sought Seve’s, looking for approval, which he easily won. He was hard, his erection bobbing and needy, his pupils dark with lust, but this was still a considered, careful act. He would do nothing to hurt either of them. But this was what Seve wanted, and Nikolas, and Seve would watch and enjoy it, cleanse away the taint of Minas and banish him forever. The sight of Jaime fucking, touching or making love, would now only be a memory associated with pleasure and joy. Seve swore that to himself.
Jaime got more of the liniment, stroked it onto himself then gasped as he felt its effect on his cock. “That’s...very strange,” he said, blinking.
“
It takes some getting used to. But it’s well known to enhance...stamina,” Nikolas said slyly.
“
Yours or mine?” Jaime said, raising an eyebrow. “Now, I think you need to move....”
Nikolas slid down, raised his legs, and Seve supported them on his arms. Now Nikolas was exposed, spread and vulnerable, and not for anything would Seve have put himself in the same position. But Nikolas was calm, still erect, and Seve could detect nothing of fear or distress. The trust was absolute.
Nikolas moved his head, so now Seve could see his face a little. “Comfortable?” Seve asked.
“
Like a favourite chair...ahhhh....”
His eyes closed in delight—Jaime had his fingers inside him, and Seve was suddenly wild with curiosity to know what the liniment felt like...up there. He hadn’t enjoyed the couple of attempts Jaime had tried with him—it had really hurt, even though Jaime had been exquisitely careful. But that had been a long time ago, and Jaime enjoyed it, so did Nikolas, even with their wretched experiences. Maybe...with Nikolas’ help, Seve could try it again. But for now, he was determined to enjoy the sight of his lover pleasuring his friend. It had been a very long time since he’d seen Jaime completely abandoned and needy.
Jaime had one hand around Nikolas’ cock, the other working behind, preparing him. Nikolas’ feet were trembling, perhaps from the position, perhaps in excitement. His breathing was fast, and he was pressing his head hard against Seve’s collar bone—he was very close and very much in need. Squashed hard against Nikolas’ firm back, Seve’s own cock was swelling into life, but he could ignore it. It was easily a lot more fun to watch his companions—and there was always afterwards, he thought. He smiled to himself. How greedy he’d become, so quickly. It was like a dam being broken.
Jaime seemed to have three fingers inside Nikolas now, which Seve thought should hurt, but Nikolas was showing anything but pain, and his curling, grasping hands were a silent plea for even more. Jaime was intent, concentrating with all the force of his powerful will on his task, and Seve mourned a little—but only a little—that his concentration was on another, but Nikolas deserved this, needed this, and so did Jaime. It was all happening at Seve’s command, and there was such a thing as being
too
greedy, after all.
Jaime was ready and so was Nikolas. As Jaime positioned himself, Seve felt himself tensing, as if it was
him
about to be fucked, and remembering the pain of it. He had to force himself to relax—he wasn’t going to be part of this, at least not that way. It was just odd, lying with Nikolas on top of him, facing Jaime, as if it
was
him about to be penetrated, almost as if Nikolas was a surrogate once again. But Jaime was looking at Nikolas, not Seve, as he should be, and concentrating on Nikolas’ pleasure—as Seve should be too.
Two perfect nipples were being neglected, and as Jaime eased in, Seve pinched them gently—Nikolas arched and cried out, and Jaime’s face contorted in pain. He glared at Seve.
“
Try not to do that again, Seve love,” he said in a strained voice. “He nearly snapped it off then.”
“
Sorry.” But a laugh rose in his belly, and he couldn’t help the giggle bubbling through his chest. Jaime grinned in spite of himself, and when Seve looked down, Nikolas was smiling broadly.
“
Interesting sensation, Seve,” Nikolas said. “But give the poor lad a chance to get inside.”
Jaime sniffed at the pair of them, and thrust in properly. Nikolas sighed, and went still. Seve reached under his leg and got his hand on Nikolas’ cock—but carefully, so not to surprise anyone.
“
Yes,” Nikolas murmured. “Just like that, yes.”
Jaime nodded at Seve, approving, a slight smirk on his sculpted lips, and then his attention was back on Nikolas, thrusting carefully, his long legs tightening and clenching as he moved. Seve kept his hand on Nikolas’ cock, the tingle of the liniment odd but not unpleasant, the shape of Nikolas’ erection fitting neatly and perfectly into his hand. How strange to do this after so many years, and it not be Jaime he was touching. But now he knew he could touch Jaime, and Nikolas, and it would be something he would look forward to. He wanted to be touched in turn, and he would, in time, be lying as Nikolas was, or thrusting as Jaime was. He was not broken any more. He would not be broken any more.
Nikolas was panting, writhing, long legs twitching and shaking in his excitement—twin attentions driving him over the edge and into unreasoning pleasure. Seve and Jaime worked in tandem, thrust matching stroke matching up matching in, like they did this every day of their lives, instead of it being the first time. And Seve found he could manipulate Nikolas like a finely made mechanism—a slight twist on the upstroke as Jaime thrust in, and he would win a little cry. A little pressure under the head as Jaime withdrew, and Nikolas would shudder. And he knew he could create the exact moment when Nikolas would come, but he wanted to wait until they had drawn the last drop of pleasure from his body.
But now Nikolas was in a frenzy, pleading to come, to let him come, and Seve wanted to be merciful. It only took a little faster stroking, Jaime working harder, a little deeper, and Nikolas came suddenly hot and hard over Seve’s hand, coming like he never intended to finish. He was still spilling when Jaime thrust one more time, and went very tense and still, as he always did when he came—that much hadn’t changed. Seve hadn’t seen him in climax for over four years—and it was a beautiful sight. Jaime was so perfect, and so beloved, and they were together. Seve could have wept for happiness at the thought.
But weeping had to wait. After a few moments to collect himself, Jaime eased out, and helped Nikolas lower his legs, since the man seemed to be incapable of coherent thought. Seve reached for the cloth Nikolas had brought in earlier, wiped his hand and passed it to Jaime to wipe himself, and then Nikolas, down. Then Jaime climbed up the bed, to lie next to Seve, who still held Nikolas limply in his arms. Seve cupped his cheek and kissed him, long, hard, with love and acceptance.
Then Jaime kissed Nikolas. “Thank you,” Nikolas said, his voice nothing but a husky whisper. “I’ll remember that all my life.”
Seve thought it sounded like Nikolas believed this would be the only time. It would not be, he vowed.
But it wasn’t the time for talking about their future, or talking at all. They were all tired, sated, and relaxed, and in a perfect state for a long and dreamless sleep. It only needed Seve to move over, shift Nikolas to one side, and Jaime lay on the edge, so that Nikolas was now in the middle, a useless lump of exhausted—though very happy—humanity, who was almost beyond speech. “Good night, Nikolas,” Seve whispered.
“‘
Night, Lord Seve, Jaime.” Nikolas yawned. “Getting old,” he mumbled.
Jaime grinned at Seve across Nikolas’ chest. “Too much for the poor lad,” he said. Nikolas cocked open a baleful eye at him, but then only rolled a little towards Seve and made it very clear he just wanted to sleep. Jaime cuddled up beside him, and reached over to hold Seve’s hand across him.
“‘
Night, Seve love.”
“
Sleep well, Jai.”
He was damn sure
he
would.
~~~~~~~~
Jaime woke with his face pressed hard against a pale-skinned back. It was only after he’d bestowed a few sleepy kisses that he remembered that this was
not
Seve, but another back, just as familiar in its own way. And then he remembered the night before, the making love. The joy. And the freedom.
He smiled, though he couldn’t help but wonder if that wonderful sense of liberation, of being surrounded by love, would dissipate in the morning light. It was barely dawn, but he didn’t have to rise, and the languor of satiation still clung to him, so he lay quiet and unmoving, listening to Nikolas breathe—and beyond him, Seve. Seve, who had come so far in a single night, and broken so many of the bonds holding him. Would it be enough? Would he, Jaime, be enough? Would they always have to have Nikolas with them, or was Nikolas now simply a welcome partner, not essential to their pleasure, but adding to it?
He had no idea. This was all so much beyond his experience, and he hadn’t expected any of it when he’d woken the previous morning. Then, he’d been sure his world was collapsing. Now, it seemed, he’d got his precious second chance—or third chance, really. And somehow miraculously, he was able to keep both lover and friend by him. He wasn’t being forced to choose—or reject them both.