Working Bee [Will/Christian/Johnny]
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palacechristianWherein fences are rebuilt and strengthened and so are relationships.
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Will came around the end of the hedge and raised his eyebrows upon discovering that the fence was missing. Then he saw the pile of timber, the cables, the junction boxes etc. all laid out on the lawn next to the sneaky bastard of a prince who'd called him up here on what now appeared to be patently false pretenses and wondered at his chances of being able to retreat before being spotted.
Christian looked up from where he was crouched, looking over the plans, his hand on the shovel with which he'd been digging the last piece of trench and saw Will, eyes wide and obviously in retreat. "Howdy neighbor." he greeted with a sly grin. "I thought you'd never get here."
Will winced and put on a brave face, strolling across to where his rotten friend was kneeling, a bright smile firmly in place. "You cunt." he greeted cheerfully. "You low-down, lying snake in a . . . Oh. Hi, Johnny" He pulled a hand free and waved.
Johnny grinned and waved back. "Hey, Will. How's it going?" He was playing tug with the puppy, who had all four stubby little legs braced in the grass and fierce little teeth sunk into a knotted hand towel. When Will strolled up, the puppy lost interest in the towel and went dashing up to meet him, yipping like a mad thing.
"Jeezus God Almighty! Another one!" Will back-pedaled on instinct and then stopped, staring down at the excited dog for a second before glancing up at Christian in confusion. "You starting a fucking zoo? That what all this is about?" He flicked his hand in the direction of all the supplies. "Hey? Can I have a snake?" He winked in Johnny's direction and, bending over, scratched the pup behind the ears.
Christian shuddered as he got to his feet. "No you bloody well can not!" he said, wiping the sweat from his face and bare chest with a piece of towel from atop the timber. "And if you mention snakes again, you're going in the trench, not the damned cables!"
Johnny chased after the pup and scooped him up. Last thing they needed was to have him dash off and end up under Orlando's feet right before they got the fence up. "He's mine," he admitted. He smiled at Will and tipped his chin up to avoid getting Frenched by the excited puppy. "His name's Oberon. Sara -- one of the other kids at Liam's -- gave him to me right as I was leaving. Christian swore to Harry that we'd make sure he never escaped; having Shannon sneak into their room in the middle of the night was kind of enough, you know?"
Will nodded, moving closer to Johnny which thankfully took him further away from Christian. "I heard." he said. "Got to say I sympathize with Orlando on that one. I too have woken up in the middle of the night to find a wolf heavy-breathing on my face, but it wasn't Shannon. Had big teeth though." He cast a sideways glance at Christian.
Christian gave his lover and his former lover a particularly wolfish grin. "All the better to eat you with you lazy sod." he said. "Now get your sweet ass over here and give me a hand laying this thing. I'd really like it done before, oh, next year!" He moved as Will cautiously approached the work area and swatted him on the ass, making him jump and yelp.
"What about him?" Will mock-complained as he shucked off his shirt and picked up a length of cable, hiking a thumb in Johnny's direction.
Johnny rolled his eyes and followed Will over toward the pile of components. "Oh, trust me -- I'm helping too. This is all my fault, remember?" He plopped the pup down in front of Shannon and said, "Take care of him, 'kay?" before moving over to stand at Christian's shoulder. He peered down at the instructions while wiping sweat off his forehead.
Christian handed Johnny a length of the optic cable. "Just lay it out in the trenches, straight as you can. Doesn't have an up or a down side, it's radiant." He grinned over at Will who was fiddling with one of the junction boxes in a trench already laid with cable. "See," he nodded "told you he was a closet geek."
"I heard that." Will replied, not bothering to look up. "Don't listen to him Johnny. He's the techno-head, not me. Hence the need for fancy cable fencing."
Johnny rolled his eyes at both of them. “He bought it, but you're the one who jumped right in and knew what to do. I think you're both closet geeks." Will snarled and a dirt clod bounced off the shoulder of Johnny's T-shirt. He just grinned and hauled cable.
A couple hours later, all the cable was laid, most of the junction boxes were connected, and Johnny had started re-filling the trenches, that being a brute-force-and-ignorance kind of job well suited to his, well, complete ignorance of anything electronic. His shirt was soaked, his hair was dripping, and sweat ran out from under his shorts and down his bare legs. Christian and Will were both bare-chested, but Johnny'd been reluctant to shuck his shirt outside. At this point, though, he was hot enough that even the wonderful scenery wasn't sufficient distraction.
Dammit, he thought. Come on now, this is stupid. Will had scars too, he's not gonna give a damn about yours. Harry's seen 'em, and no one else is gonna come out here. So do it and stop being an idiot!
Fine. Johnny dropped his shovel and yanked off his sodden T-shirt in one smooth move, tossed it aside, then without looking up at the other two, got back to shoveling.
Will leaned back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Casting his eyes around, he spotted Johnny glancing at him and then, just as quickly, looking away again. "Hey Johnny." Johnny turned, his face slightly pink, but not from the sun's influence. Will pointed. "Chuck us that bottle, will you?" Johnny picked up the water bottle and threw it, Will catching it smoothly and popping the top. He took a good long swig, rinsed his mouth and then poured a goodly amount over his head. "Ahh, that's better." he breathed. "Want it back?"
"Yeah, thanks." Johnny leaned on his shovel and caught the tossed bottle. He poured what was left over his own head, then fetched a fresh one from the cooler chest and drank about a third of it before popping the lid back on and tossing it down into the grass partway between the three of them.
He'd been keeping an eye on Oberon throughout the afternoon, but Shannon was doing a good job of keeping him back from the boundary. She had her hands full with both Obie and Willow, the kitten still not having reconciled to sharing her "mommy" with this panting upstart, but Shannon had managed to prevent Willow from drawing blood in her kittenish annoyance, and Obie from squishing Willow in his enthusiasm to play with his new "friend." Or maybe it was his new toy? Johnny wasn't sure, but either way, Shannon was handling it nicely and he'd finally relaxed, at least about Puppy Issues.
The cables were all laid and connected to the house and mostly buried too. Christian figured he'd test the fence, show Johnny how it worked and then they could all take a break from the sun inside. The picket fence he intended to erect above the electronic one as a guideline for visitors and the animals could wait until the sun went down. He bent his head and fiddled with the last of the wiring, intent on getting it finished and having a nice cold beer.
Will gesticulated wildly in Johnny's direction, trying to attract his attention without alerting Christian. When Johnny finally looked up, he pointed, wanting another bottle of the cold water. Johnny threw him one and Will grinned, getting to his feet and adjusting the nozzle on the squirt bottle, aiming it directly at Christian's turned back. He winked at Johnny, inviting him to join in.
Johnny smirked and fished a fresh -- and very cold -- bottle out of the chest. He popped the top up and took aim, just as Christian finished burying the last of the cable, patting the dirt down with his shovel, and said, "There, that's done." In perfect synch, Johnny and Will both drenched him, giggling and whooping madly.
Icy water cascaded down his back and Christian hissed in shock, leaping to his feet and spinning around only to get the same treatment on the front. "Oh, goddamnit! You . . . arrrgggh!" He grabbed for a bottle of his own and a water fight ensued that lasted a good ten minutes and soon had involved the two bouncing enthused canines, while a miffed cat watched warily from the porch, licking stray droplets from her fur with disdainful precision.
Will collapsed onto the grass, shaking his hair free of the worst of the moisture. "That's better." he said, feeling a whole lot cooler. Then he looked down at himself to find mud and grass clinging to every inch. "Err, maybe not."
Christian was leaning against the wall of the house, hardly out of breath, but definitely out ofammo water. He was a bit dirty as well, but not as filthy as Johnny and Will. "Shower first, you two." he ordered. "Then beer."
Johnny grinned and raised an eyebrow, then shrugged elaborately. "Hey, if you insist!" He eyed Will up and down his solidly muscled (if slightly muddy) body with blatantly obvious appreciation, then grinned and grabbed his arm. "Come on -- that sure sounded like an order to me!" he said, dragging Will toward the Gatehouse. Then after an impish glance at Christian, he offered, "Scrub your back?" with a flutter of eyelashes.
Rolling his eyes, Christian retorted, "Oh don't mind me, you two. I'm just gonna clean the dogs off. I'll be there in a minute."
Will let himself be dragged into the house, taking as much care as he could not to drip muddy residue onto Christian's beloved floors. He stopped in the living room and Johnny let go his arm. "I'll take the guest room shower." he told him. "Let's see if we can use up all the hot water before he gets here!"
Johnny watched Will disappear into the spare bedroom, his smile slipping a bit. Will was a lot of fun, and definitely attractive. He'd been teasing Christian, sure, but hadn't actually been kidding about scrubbing Will's back. He could follow Will into the bathroom, join him in the shower...? But what if Will didn't want to? He'd be nice about saying "no," Johnny knew he would, but still, his shoulders hunched in embarrassment at just the thought. He was still hovering in the hall, radiating indecision, when Christian came in.
"Where'd he go?" Christian asked, slipping his hand into Johnny's. "Guest bathroom?" he guessed and, at Johnny's confirming nod, he moved off in that direction, taking his lover with him.
Inside the guestroom, they could both hear the shower running and Will's filthy jeans were heaped by the door. Christian shucked off his own and seeing Johnny's uncertain look, smiled and cocked his head toward the bathroom door. "Trust me." he said. "I know Will and he's as unsure as you are. It's not about you," he added reassuringly "mostly 'bout me and dad, yeah?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought of that." Johnny perked up quite a bit, shucked his shorts and followed Christian into the bathroom.
Will hummed softly to himself as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, his head tipped back into the spray. The cold water fight had been fun and he'd been almost sure that Johnny's invitation was genuine, but he wasn't prepared to take the chance he might be wrong and risk offending either Johnny or Christian by doing something unwelcome. Still, it was a nice mental picture and if he wasn't so sated by Marton's attentions, it would make a nice jerk-off scenario.
Christian slid into the shower behind Will, realizing as he did that, with his head under the water, Will wouldn't hear him. Not wanting any violence, he slid his hands around Will's waist from behind, the most non-threatening move he could make and, after a moment of tension in the lithe, wet frame, Will relaxed back against him. "Hey lover." he whispered into Will's ear, encouraging Johnny to come in as well with a quick glance.
Will almost startled when he was touched, but just as quickly recognized the touch and the feel of the man behind him and relaxed into the embrace. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back into the crook of Christian's shoulder as his lips trailed down Will's throat and kissed the curve of his shoulder.
Johnny stepped into the shower and ran one hand down Christian's slippery-wet back, then slipped in front of Will and grinned at him. Will was just barely taller than Johnny, so he leaned straight across and kissed him while exploring the new and intriguing body in front of him with his hands.
Okay. Will decided he must be losing his touch because he'd not realized Johnny was even there until the younger man appeared before him with a bright smile and a devastating kiss, the effect of which went straight to his cock. Not that he was objecting, mind, not at all and not with the way Johnny was touching him. Will let his own hands roam across the fine-boned shoulders, even as his own body was being stroked from behind at the same time, Christian's breath hot in his ear. His fingers traced the line of scarring that trailed down across Johnny's chest and he broke off the kiss to look at them. "They're pretty." he said quietly, watching his finger follow the contour of one. "Mine aren't, but yours are." Behind him, Christian kissed one of the narrow silvery lines in response.
Johnny shrugged and smiled slightly. "That was the whole point. It could've been a lot worse. I've had scars off before and getting rid of this many, this deep, even with anesthetic...." Johnny shook his head, then grinned at Will and kissed his way down to the man's chest, flicking his tongue over a dark nipple before suckling hard.
"All of you is beautiful." Christian spoke low into Will's ear. "Badges of courage." He'd said it before, many times and he'd say it as often as he needed to. One day, Will might even believe him. Reaching around, sliding his hand down over Will's stomach through the spray, Christian wrapped strong fingers around the base of his cock, stroking softly. Will groaned and arched back into the touch.
Oh, Christ! Will had only enough presence of mind left for one last utterance, "Already prepped." he breathed where Christian could hear him. His last client had just left when Christian's com message promising beer had arrived and he knew Jeff was a firm believer in more not less. He groaned as his brain fried, the twin assault on his senses, too difficult to withstand.
Will's groan made Johnny's cock twitch. The wet body in front of him was arching with pleasure, leaning back against Christian. Johnny sank smoothly to his knees and kissed Christian's fingers, then flicked his tongue against the head of Will's cock. His hands caressed the man's tight balls, then slid around his hips to massage his ass with strong fingers.
Christian bit and licked at the wet flesh, tasting salt and the unique favor that was totally Will, only now realizing how much he'd missed it. Johnny's mouth on his fingers was his signal to withdraw them and he bought them back up, flicking hard at the dark nipples, his cock rigid and aching, pressed into the cleft of Will's ass. He splayed his fingers across Will's throat and nipped his earlobe. "Spread your legs." he ordered.
Johnny took Will's cock deep and sucked hard. He could taste Will oozing into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue played around the slit, searching for more of the salty flavor. The hot water thundering down from the taps along all four walls pounded into his tight muscles and encouraged relaxation, even as the feel and scent and taste of sex got his heart pounding and his nerves singing.
Will tried to shift his feet apart but at this point he was all but boneless. Johnny braced his arms around Will's hips and his shoulders against his thighs and gave his firm ass another squeeze before tugging his cheeks apart, giving Christian easier access.
Feeling one lover prepare the way for him with the other, Christian's grin was near feral and he thrust forward almost instantly, his arm tightening around Will's waist to hold him steady under the assault. "God!" he swore. "Feel so good! So damned fucking tight and hot!" He licked a trail of water from the side of Will's throat. "Love you." he added, meaning both of them.
Will grunted at the force behind the smooth entry and managed, finally, to find some footing, bracing his hands against the wall over Johnny's head. He was more than happy to have Christian holding him as he didn't think he could hold back from thrusting into Johnny's mouth, the wet sucking action driving him wild and the feeling of being opened like that was just . . . Will had no words to describe how it felt and so he just moaned and bit down hard on his bottom lip, fighting to control the urge to bury his cock down Johnny's throat.
Johnny sucked in rhythm with Christian's thrusts, concentrating on bringing Will off as explosively as he could manage. He noticed Will's hips were still, but so tense they were trembling. He pulled off with a pop and said, "Thrust if you want -- I can handle it," before gulping him back down, all the way to the root, and swallowing hard. His own cock was hard and dripping, even without being touched; just knowing what he was doing to Will, what Christian was doing to Will, was enough to have him panting. He knew he was facing out over the edge of the plateau, so he felt safe opening a huge window in his shield on that side, sharing with both his lovers his enjoyment of not only what he himself was doing, but of Will's obvious pleasure.
Will's eyes shot open when the invitation registered. He was close, so damned close from the dual assault that the words themselves were almost enough. He thrust then, couldn't have stopped himself if he tried and he didn't try, couldn't. The need built into a crescendo as he was engulfed in hot sucking heat and Christian's unerring pounding from behind, finding his prostate with every other stroke had him head down, mouth open and gasping for air as the fizz up his spine signaled the explosion that soon followed.
Christian felt Johnny's shields open and reveled in the wave of feeling that followed, doubling his efforts to bring Will to completion. He could feel Will's cock in his mouth, nearly taste it and his own orgasm fought to be acknowledged. He forced it down with ruthless efficiency and smiled, a near-grimace of effort, as Will's cock jetted into Johnny's mouth and down his waiting throat.
The taste of Will filled his mouth and Johnny's balls tightened. He moaned around the spurting cock and kept sucking and swallowing until it was limp and still and Will was in control of himself once more.
Christian took a few deep, steadying breaths before daring to move, pulling out of Will, who instinctively moved aside, and drawing Johnny to his feet. He shared a smile with Will, one full of shared feeling and casual yet complete understanding and he kissed his lover deeply, Johnny moaning into his mouth at the feel of Christian's still-hard cock against his thigh.
Will almost dropped to his knees before he remembered and he stopped in mid-motion, eyes darting around the bathroom. This was Christian's place, sure there'd be . . . Ahh, there it was. He retrieved the lube and knelt, determined to return the favor Johnny had done him. Breaking open the packet, he coated his fingers liberally and slid them between Johnny's parted thighs, delving into the cleft between and pushing slowly inside. Glancing up, he smiled to himself, watching Christian and Johnny share a long, slow, wet kiss, the water cascading unheeded down both their faces.
Johnny jumped, then whimpered into Christian's mouth at the feel of Will's slick fingers sliding into him. He wound his arms around Christian's neck and thrust his begging cock against his lover's thigh, desperate for friction. He spread his feet more, both to give Will more access and to help himself stay standing on legs that wanted to buckle.
Will did his utmost to make his touches pure pleasure and was rewarded with breathy moans and whimpers, tiny movements of Johnny's hips. When he was satisfied, he withdrew and, placing gentle hands on Johnny's hips, he turned him in the circle of Christian's arms, immediately parting his lips and taking Johnny's cock inside with a swirl of his tongue.
Christian was shaking, fighting for that little edge of self-control that he needed right now. His lover's fervent kisses and the soft sounds he was making, the feel of the slender, slick body pressed against him, was making it near impossible. Will turned Johnny and his cock slipped effortlessly inside with the tiniest of thrusts. Christian groaned and nipped at Johnny's ear, his throat, his hands firm and controlling, wrapped around his lover's waist.
All Johnny could do was let himself be turned and manipulated. When Will rotated him he was a few seconds late rotating the window in his shield; he could only hope that anyone in Palace Proper caught in the blast was in a forgiving mood -- or at least, that they were in a situation where a random blast of lust was welcome. But when Christian thrust into him and his cock hit his sweet spot on the first try, Johnny forgot everything but what he was feeling. Pressed between the two men, hot and wet and arched with urgent tension he couldn't do anything but moan and thrust and feel. The hands on him, the cock in him, the mouth surrounding him and sucking out his soul, all of it converged and then exploded.
Will's deft fingers kneaded Johnny's balls, gently rolling the globes in their soft sac, his other hand wrapped around the base of Johnny's cock and Christian's thrusts pushing him deeper and deeper into Will's throat. He relaxed and let it happen, loving the feeling, the taste and totally expecting the jerk, the jets of come that pulsed from the tip, swallowing them readily.
Behind Johnny, Christian felt his lover's orgasm and it triggered his own, intense waves of pleasure causing his tall frame to convulse, Will's fingers now teasing him as he sucked in hasty breaths, teeth digging into Johnny's collarbone and his seed spilling from his cock buried deep inside his lover's body. Aftershocks rolled over him and he stayed upright by planting one hand against the tiles until he was somewhat recovered. Will got to his feet, a satisfied smile on his face. He kissed Johnny, kissed Christian and turned off the jets of water. The only sound Christian could hear was the drip from the showerheads and three sets of uneven breaths.
Johnny rode out the last few shuddering jerks and sprawled back against Christian's heaving chest. He tilted his head back and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. Sensing Will moving around, he opened his eyes, giving the other man a sleepy smile before leaning forward and landing with a thud against his chest. "That was fun," he said, before kissing him just as slowly and thoroughly as he had Christian.
Recovering, Christian walked out of the shower and over to the clean clothes hamper, throwing Will and Johnny each a pair of sweatpants in lieu of their own filthy denims. He pulled on his own and headed for the door, looking back over his shoulder with a grin. "Well, come on, then." he ordered. "There's still work to do and I want to show Johnny how to get the dog through the barrier."
Will watched Christian walk out with a considering look on his face. He turned to Johnny. "Not enough cold water, obviously." he observed. "And I still haven't had a damned beer!"
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Will came around the end of the hedge and raised his eyebrows upon discovering that the fence was missing. Then he saw the pile of timber, the cables, the junction boxes etc. all laid out on the lawn next to the sneaky bastard of a prince who'd called him up here on what now appeared to be patently false pretenses and wondered at his chances of being able to retreat before being spotted.
Christian looked up from where he was crouched, looking over the plans, his hand on the shovel with which he'd been digging the last piece of trench and saw Will, eyes wide and obviously in retreat. "Howdy neighbor." he greeted with a sly grin. "I thought you'd never get here."
Will winced and put on a brave face, strolling across to where his rotten friend was kneeling, a bright smile firmly in place. "You cunt." he greeted cheerfully. "You low-down, lying snake in a . . . Oh. Hi, Johnny" He pulled a hand free and waved.
Johnny grinned and waved back. "Hey, Will. How's it going?" He was playing tug with the puppy, who had all four stubby little legs braced in the grass and fierce little teeth sunk into a knotted hand towel. When Will strolled up, the puppy lost interest in the towel and went dashing up to meet him, yipping like a mad thing.
"Jeezus God Almighty! Another one!" Will back-pedaled on instinct and then stopped, staring down at the excited dog for a second before glancing up at Christian in confusion. "You starting a fucking zoo? That what all this is about?" He flicked his hand in the direction of all the supplies. "Hey? Can I have a snake?" He winked in Johnny's direction and, bending over, scratched the pup behind the ears.
Christian shuddered as he got to his feet. "No you bloody well can not!" he said, wiping the sweat from his face and bare chest with a piece of towel from atop the timber. "And if you mention snakes again, you're going in the trench, not the damned cables!"
Johnny chased after the pup and scooped him up. Last thing they needed was to have him dash off and end up under Orlando's feet right before they got the fence up. "He's mine," he admitted. He smiled at Will and tipped his chin up to avoid getting Frenched by the excited puppy. "His name's Oberon. Sara -- one of the other kids at Liam's -- gave him to me right as I was leaving. Christian swore to Harry that we'd make sure he never escaped; having Shannon sneak into their room in the middle of the night was kind of enough, you know?"
Will nodded, moving closer to Johnny which thankfully took him further away from Christian. "I heard." he said. "Got to say I sympathize with Orlando on that one. I too have woken up in the middle of the night to find a wolf heavy-breathing on my face, but it wasn't Shannon. Had big teeth though." He cast a sideways glance at Christian.
Christian gave his lover and his former lover a particularly wolfish grin. "All the better to eat you with you lazy sod." he said. "Now get your sweet ass over here and give me a hand laying this thing. I'd really like it done before, oh, next year!" He moved as Will cautiously approached the work area and swatted him on the ass, making him jump and yelp.
"What about him?" Will mock-complained as he shucked off his shirt and picked up a length of cable, hiking a thumb in Johnny's direction.
Johnny rolled his eyes and followed Will over toward the pile of components. "Oh, trust me -- I'm helping too. This is all my fault, remember?" He plopped the pup down in front of Shannon and said, "Take care of him, 'kay?" before moving over to stand at Christian's shoulder. He peered down at the instructions while wiping sweat off his forehead.
Christian handed Johnny a length of the optic cable. "Just lay it out in the trenches, straight as you can. Doesn't have an up or a down side, it's radiant." He grinned over at Will who was fiddling with one of the junction boxes in a trench already laid with cable. "See," he nodded "told you he was a closet geek."
"I heard that." Will replied, not bothering to look up. "Don't listen to him Johnny. He's the techno-head, not me. Hence the need for fancy cable fencing."
Johnny rolled his eyes at both of them. “He bought it, but you're the one who jumped right in and knew what to do. I think you're both closet geeks." Will snarled and a dirt clod bounced off the shoulder of Johnny's T-shirt. He just grinned and hauled cable.
A couple hours later, all the cable was laid, most of the junction boxes were connected, and Johnny had started re-filling the trenches, that being a brute-force-and-ignorance kind of job well suited to his, well, complete ignorance of anything electronic. His shirt was soaked, his hair was dripping, and sweat ran out from under his shorts and down his bare legs. Christian and Will were both bare-chested, but Johnny'd been reluctant to shuck his shirt outside. At this point, though, he was hot enough that even the wonderful scenery wasn't sufficient distraction.
Dammit, he thought. Come on now, this is stupid. Will had scars too, he's not gonna give a damn about yours. Harry's seen 'em, and no one else is gonna come out here. So do it and stop being an idiot!
Fine. Johnny dropped his shovel and yanked off his sodden T-shirt in one smooth move, tossed it aside, then without looking up at the other two, got back to shoveling.
Will leaned back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Casting his eyes around, he spotted Johnny glancing at him and then, just as quickly, looking away again. "Hey Johnny." Johnny turned, his face slightly pink, but not from the sun's influence. Will pointed. "Chuck us that bottle, will you?" Johnny picked up the water bottle and threw it, Will catching it smoothly and popping the top. He took a good long swig, rinsed his mouth and then poured a goodly amount over his head. "Ahh, that's better." he breathed. "Want it back?"
"Yeah, thanks." Johnny leaned on his shovel and caught the tossed bottle. He poured what was left over his own head, then fetched a fresh one from the cooler chest and drank about a third of it before popping the lid back on and tossing it down into the grass partway between the three of them.
He'd been keeping an eye on Oberon throughout the afternoon, but Shannon was doing a good job of keeping him back from the boundary. She had her hands full with both Obie and Willow, the kitten still not having reconciled to sharing her "mommy" with this panting upstart, but Shannon had managed to prevent Willow from drawing blood in her kittenish annoyance, and Obie from squishing Willow in his enthusiasm to play with his new "friend." Or maybe it was his new toy? Johnny wasn't sure, but either way, Shannon was handling it nicely and he'd finally relaxed, at least about Puppy Issues.
The cables were all laid and connected to the house and mostly buried too. Christian figured he'd test the fence, show Johnny how it worked and then they could all take a break from the sun inside. The picket fence he intended to erect above the electronic one as a guideline for visitors and the animals could wait until the sun went down. He bent his head and fiddled with the last of the wiring, intent on getting it finished and having a nice cold beer.
Will gesticulated wildly in Johnny's direction, trying to attract his attention without alerting Christian. When Johnny finally looked up, he pointed, wanting another bottle of the cold water. Johnny threw him one and Will grinned, getting to his feet and adjusting the nozzle on the squirt bottle, aiming it directly at Christian's turned back. He winked at Johnny, inviting him to join in.
Johnny smirked and fished a fresh -- and very cold -- bottle out of the chest. He popped the top up and took aim, just as Christian finished burying the last of the cable, patting the dirt down with his shovel, and said, "There, that's done." In perfect synch, Johnny and Will both drenched him, giggling and whooping madly.
Icy water cascaded down his back and Christian hissed in shock, leaping to his feet and spinning around only to get the same treatment on the front. "Oh, goddamnit! You . . . arrrgggh!" He grabbed for a bottle of his own and a water fight ensued that lasted a good ten minutes and soon had involved the two bouncing enthused canines, while a miffed cat watched warily from the porch, licking stray droplets from her fur with disdainful precision.
Will collapsed onto the grass, shaking his hair free of the worst of the moisture. "That's better." he said, feeling a whole lot cooler. Then he looked down at himself to find mud and grass clinging to every inch. "Err, maybe not."
Christian was leaning against the wall of the house, hardly out of breath, but definitely out of
Johnny grinned and raised an eyebrow, then shrugged elaborately. "Hey, if you insist!" He eyed Will up and down his solidly muscled (if slightly muddy) body with blatantly obvious appreciation, then grinned and grabbed his arm. "Come on -- that sure sounded like an order to me!" he said, dragging Will toward the Gatehouse. Then after an impish glance at Christian, he offered, "Scrub your back?" with a flutter of eyelashes.
Rolling his eyes, Christian retorted, "Oh don't mind me, you two. I'm just gonna clean the dogs off. I'll be there in a minute."
Will let himself be dragged into the house, taking as much care as he could not to drip muddy residue onto Christian's beloved floors. He stopped in the living room and Johnny let go his arm. "I'll take the guest room shower." he told him. "Let's see if we can use up all the hot water before he gets here!"
Johnny watched Will disappear into the spare bedroom, his smile slipping a bit. Will was a lot of fun, and definitely attractive. He'd been teasing Christian, sure, but hadn't actually been kidding about scrubbing Will's back. He could follow Will into the bathroom, join him in the shower...? But what if Will didn't want to? He'd be nice about saying "no," Johnny knew he would, but still, his shoulders hunched in embarrassment at just the thought. He was still hovering in the hall, radiating indecision, when Christian came in.
"Where'd he go?" Christian asked, slipping his hand into Johnny's. "Guest bathroom?" he guessed and, at Johnny's confirming nod, he moved off in that direction, taking his lover with him.
Inside the guestroom, they could both hear the shower running and Will's filthy jeans were heaped by the door. Christian shucked off his own and seeing Johnny's uncertain look, smiled and cocked his head toward the bathroom door. "Trust me." he said. "I know Will and he's as unsure as you are. It's not about you," he added reassuringly "mostly 'bout me and dad, yeah?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought of that." Johnny perked up quite a bit, shucked his shorts and followed Christian into the bathroom.
Will hummed softly to himself as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, his head tipped back into the spray. The cold water fight had been fun and he'd been almost sure that Johnny's invitation was genuine, but he wasn't prepared to take the chance he might be wrong and risk offending either Johnny or Christian by doing something unwelcome. Still, it was a nice mental picture and if he wasn't so sated by Marton's attentions, it would make a nice jerk-off scenario.
Christian slid into the shower behind Will, realizing as he did that, with his head under the water, Will wouldn't hear him. Not wanting any violence, he slid his hands around Will's waist from behind, the most non-threatening move he could make and, after a moment of tension in the lithe, wet frame, Will relaxed back against him. "Hey lover." he whispered into Will's ear, encouraging Johnny to come in as well with a quick glance.
Will almost startled when he was touched, but just as quickly recognized the touch and the feel of the man behind him and relaxed into the embrace. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back into the crook of Christian's shoulder as his lips trailed down Will's throat and kissed the curve of his shoulder.
Johnny stepped into the shower and ran one hand down Christian's slippery-wet back, then slipped in front of Will and grinned at him. Will was just barely taller than Johnny, so he leaned straight across and kissed him while exploring the new and intriguing body in front of him with his hands.
Okay. Will decided he must be losing his touch because he'd not realized Johnny was even there until the younger man appeared before him with a bright smile and a devastating kiss, the effect of which went straight to his cock. Not that he was objecting, mind, not at all and not with the way Johnny was touching him. Will let his own hands roam across the fine-boned shoulders, even as his own body was being stroked from behind at the same time, Christian's breath hot in his ear. His fingers traced the line of scarring that trailed down across Johnny's chest and he broke off the kiss to look at them. "They're pretty." he said quietly, watching his finger follow the contour of one. "Mine aren't, but yours are." Behind him, Christian kissed one of the narrow silvery lines in response.
Johnny shrugged and smiled slightly. "That was the whole point. It could've been a lot worse. I've had scars off before and getting rid of this many, this deep, even with anesthetic...." Johnny shook his head, then grinned at Will and kissed his way down to the man's chest, flicking his tongue over a dark nipple before suckling hard.
"All of you is beautiful." Christian spoke low into Will's ear. "Badges of courage." He'd said it before, many times and he'd say it as often as he needed to. One day, Will might even believe him. Reaching around, sliding his hand down over Will's stomach through the spray, Christian wrapped strong fingers around the base of his cock, stroking softly. Will groaned and arched back into the touch.
Oh, Christ! Will had only enough presence of mind left for one last utterance, "Already prepped." he breathed where Christian could hear him. His last client had just left when Christian's com message promising beer had arrived and he knew Jeff was a firm believer in more not less. He groaned as his brain fried, the twin assault on his senses, too difficult to withstand.
Will's groan made Johnny's cock twitch. The wet body in front of him was arching with pleasure, leaning back against Christian. Johnny sank smoothly to his knees and kissed Christian's fingers, then flicked his tongue against the head of Will's cock. His hands caressed the man's tight balls, then slid around his hips to massage his ass with strong fingers.
Christian bit and licked at the wet flesh, tasting salt and the unique favor that was totally Will, only now realizing how much he'd missed it. Johnny's mouth on his fingers was his signal to withdraw them and he bought them back up, flicking hard at the dark nipples, his cock rigid and aching, pressed into the cleft of Will's ass. He splayed his fingers across Will's throat and nipped his earlobe. "Spread your legs." he ordered.
Johnny took Will's cock deep and sucked hard. He could taste Will oozing into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue played around the slit, searching for more of the salty flavor. The hot water thundering down from the taps along all four walls pounded into his tight muscles and encouraged relaxation, even as the feel and scent and taste of sex got his heart pounding and his nerves singing.
Will tried to shift his feet apart but at this point he was all but boneless. Johnny braced his arms around Will's hips and his shoulders against his thighs and gave his firm ass another squeeze before tugging his cheeks apart, giving Christian easier access.
Feeling one lover prepare the way for him with the other, Christian's grin was near feral and he thrust forward almost instantly, his arm tightening around Will's waist to hold him steady under the assault. "God!" he swore. "Feel so good! So damned fucking tight and hot!" He licked a trail of water from the side of Will's throat. "Love you." he added, meaning both of them.
Will grunted at the force behind the smooth entry and managed, finally, to find some footing, bracing his hands against the wall over Johnny's head. He was more than happy to have Christian holding him as he didn't think he could hold back from thrusting into Johnny's mouth, the wet sucking action driving him wild and the feeling of being opened like that was just . . . Will had no words to describe how it felt and so he just moaned and bit down hard on his bottom lip, fighting to control the urge to bury his cock down Johnny's throat.
Johnny sucked in rhythm with Christian's thrusts, concentrating on bringing Will off as explosively as he could manage. He noticed Will's hips were still, but so tense they were trembling. He pulled off with a pop and said, "Thrust if you want -- I can handle it," before gulping him back down, all the way to the root, and swallowing hard. His own cock was hard and dripping, even without being touched; just knowing what he was doing to Will, what Christian was doing to Will, was enough to have him panting. He knew he was facing out over the edge of the plateau, so he felt safe opening a huge window in his shield on that side, sharing with both his lovers his enjoyment of not only what he himself was doing, but of Will's obvious pleasure.
Will's eyes shot open when the invitation registered. He was close, so damned close from the dual assault that the words themselves were almost enough. He thrust then, couldn't have stopped himself if he tried and he didn't try, couldn't. The need built into a crescendo as he was engulfed in hot sucking heat and Christian's unerring pounding from behind, finding his prostate with every other stroke had him head down, mouth open and gasping for air as the fizz up his spine signaled the explosion that soon followed.
Christian felt Johnny's shields open and reveled in the wave of feeling that followed, doubling his efforts to bring Will to completion. He could feel Will's cock in his mouth, nearly taste it and his own orgasm fought to be acknowledged. He forced it down with ruthless efficiency and smiled, a near-grimace of effort, as Will's cock jetted into Johnny's mouth and down his waiting throat.
The taste of Will filled his mouth and Johnny's balls tightened. He moaned around the spurting cock and kept sucking and swallowing until it was limp and still and Will was in control of himself once more.
Christian took a few deep, steadying breaths before daring to move, pulling out of Will, who instinctively moved aside, and drawing Johnny to his feet. He shared a smile with Will, one full of shared feeling and casual yet complete understanding and he kissed his lover deeply, Johnny moaning into his mouth at the feel of Christian's still-hard cock against his thigh.
Will almost dropped to his knees before he remembered and he stopped in mid-motion, eyes darting around the bathroom. This was Christian's place, sure there'd be . . . Ahh, there it was. He retrieved the lube and knelt, determined to return the favor Johnny had done him. Breaking open the packet, he coated his fingers liberally and slid them between Johnny's parted thighs, delving into the cleft between and pushing slowly inside. Glancing up, he smiled to himself, watching Christian and Johnny share a long, slow, wet kiss, the water cascading unheeded down both their faces.
Johnny jumped, then whimpered into Christian's mouth at the feel of Will's slick fingers sliding into him. He wound his arms around Christian's neck and thrust his begging cock against his lover's thigh, desperate for friction. He spread his feet more, both to give Will more access and to help himself stay standing on legs that wanted to buckle.
Will did his utmost to make his touches pure pleasure and was rewarded with breathy moans and whimpers, tiny movements of Johnny's hips. When he was satisfied, he withdrew and, placing gentle hands on Johnny's hips, he turned him in the circle of Christian's arms, immediately parting his lips and taking Johnny's cock inside with a swirl of his tongue.
Christian was shaking, fighting for that little edge of self-control that he needed right now. His lover's fervent kisses and the soft sounds he was making, the feel of the slender, slick body pressed against him, was making it near impossible. Will turned Johnny and his cock slipped effortlessly inside with the tiniest of thrusts. Christian groaned and nipped at Johnny's ear, his throat, his hands firm and controlling, wrapped around his lover's waist.
All Johnny could do was let himself be turned and manipulated. When Will rotated him he was a few seconds late rotating the window in his shield; he could only hope that anyone in Palace Proper caught in the blast was in a forgiving mood -- or at least, that they were in a situation where a random blast of lust was welcome. But when Christian thrust into him and his cock hit his sweet spot on the first try, Johnny forgot everything but what he was feeling. Pressed between the two men, hot and wet and arched with urgent tension he couldn't do anything but moan and thrust and feel. The hands on him, the cock in him, the mouth surrounding him and sucking out his soul, all of it converged and then exploded.
Will's deft fingers kneaded Johnny's balls, gently rolling the globes in their soft sac, his other hand wrapped around the base of Johnny's cock and Christian's thrusts pushing him deeper and deeper into Will's throat. He relaxed and let it happen, loving the feeling, the taste and totally expecting the jerk, the jets of come that pulsed from the tip, swallowing them readily.
Behind Johnny, Christian felt his lover's orgasm and it triggered his own, intense waves of pleasure causing his tall frame to convulse, Will's fingers now teasing him as he sucked in hasty breaths, teeth digging into Johnny's collarbone and his seed spilling from his cock buried deep inside his lover's body. Aftershocks rolled over him and he stayed upright by planting one hand against the tiles until he was somewhat recovered. Will got to his feet, a satisfied smile on his face. He kissed Johnny, kissed Christian and turned off the jets of water. The only sound Christian could hear was the drip from the showerheads and three sets of uneven breaths.
Johnny rode out the last few shuddering jerks and sprawled back against Christian's heaving chest. He tilted his head back and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. Sensing Will moving around, he opened his eyes, giving the other man a sleepy smile before leaning forward and landing with a thud against his chest. "That was fun," he said, before kissing him just as slowly and thoroughly as he had Christian.
Recovering, Christian walked out of the shower and over to the clean clothes hamper, throwing Will and Johnny each a pair of sweatpants in lieu of their own filthy denims. He pulled on his own and headed for the door, looking back over his shoulder with a grin. "Well, come on, then." he ordered. "There's still work to do and I want to show Johnny how to get the dog through the barrier."
Will watched Christian walk out with a considering look on his face. He turned to Johnny. "Not enough cold water, obviously." he observed. "And I still haven't had a damned beer!"
