The bathtub was impressive, but it was a tight squeeze for all of them to get in. Art insisted they try, though, and within fifteen minutes, the three of them were naked and tangled up together, Graeme sitting between Ryan’s legs with his back against Ryan’s chest while Ryan rested against one side of the tub and Art with his back against the other side, his legs spread and draped awkwardly over Graeme’s and Ryan’s. It wasn’t remotely comfortable, but the three of them were together, and that was what counted.
“Right,” Art said, like he was opening a board meeting, once they were settled in the soapy water. “How are we going to do this?”
“Do what?” Graeme asked, the only one of them who looked comfortable. Then again, he had Ryan’s arms around him and Ryan’s fingers playing with his nipples, so there was that.
“Do us,” Art said. “We’re a threesome, a throuple, a triad. We’re a triangle of lovers.” He shifted his foot to slide against Ryan’s side.
“We are,” Ryan said with a smile.
“But if today has taught me anything,” Art went on, “it’s that we’ve all got more going on than just the three of us.”
“True,” Graeme sighed. “This summer has been lovely, because we’ve all been able to be together at Hawthorne House. But what about now?”
“You’ve got Cornwall,” Ryan said. “If things went as well today as I thought they did, I will probably be jetting off to Paris and New York and Tokyo and who knows where else from time to time.”
“And I have the oh-so exciting and exotic location of Ealing to keep me occupied, what with my university classes and everything,” Art said, pretending he was just as fancy as his lovers.
“What are we going to do?” Graeme asked.
Art stopped him from getting too worked up too fast. “That is why there are three of us, love,” he said. “You still have to finish the gardens at Hawthorne House, and I’m assuming they’ll need tending even after they’re planted.”
“They will,” Graeme said.
“And Ryan, darling, you won’t be abroad all the time, correct? You need a home base.”
“Which is and always will be Hawthorne House,” Ryan said, stroking Graeme’s chest to comfort him.
“There you have it, then,” Art said, spreading his arms and nearly slipping down into the water. “We might wander off to do our own things now and then, but we’ll always come home. And from the sound of things, we should be able to manage to have at least two of us together at all times.”
“And I do plan on hiring a crew for my garden business, now that it’s well and truly off the ground,” Graeme said. “I won’t have to be in Cornwall all the time, or wherever else I’m hired to design a garden. I can send crews to do the actual work.”
“Just like I hire sewers to make my clothes,” Ryan said, kissing the side of Graeme’s head. “We should be able to make this work easily.”
“Of course we will,” Art said with a shrug. “We only have one final thing to work out, really.”
“What’s that?” Graeme asked.
Art smiled wickedly at him. “Is it going to be a Graeme sandwich or are you two going to spit roast me?”
Ryan laughed, tipping his head back with joy. Graeme flushed so brightly he could have guided ships to shore on a stormy day.
“I think there’s only one way to find out,” Ryan said in a purr.
He tipped forward slightly, gesturing for Graeme to get up. The three of them rose, which wasn’t as easy as it should have been, since they were all wet and the tub was technically too small.
The mood was dented as they dried off and dealt with some of the more practical aspects of preparing for what they were about to do. Art was giddy with excitement the entire time, though. He finished his prep first and hurried out to the bedroom to peel back covers from the bed and to make sure they had lube and condoms with them. His and Graeme’s things were still in his car, which was parked halfway across London, but Ryan had thought ahead and had everything they needed.
“Go easy on Graeme,” Art whispered to Ryan once he came out of the bathroom and joined him. “He’s probably still a little tender from last night.”
“So you really did have a good time?” Ryan said with a grin. “You weren’t just teasing?”
“I had our boy gripping the bedpost and coming hands-free,” Art replied with a wink.
“You sexual wizard, you,” Ryan laughed, then pulled him close for a kiss.
The kiss turned hot immediately. The two of them devoured each other’s mouths and groped like they couldn’t get enough of each other. Art grabbed a handful of Ryan’s arse and dug his fingertips in as Ryan hooked his hand around the back of his neck, kissing him harder.
Graeme found them like that when he came out of the bathroom, fresh and squeaky-clean. “Do you want me to watch this time?” he asked, his voice gruff.
