He kissed his way around Graeme’s shoulder and up his throat to his jawline as well. Graeme vocalized his appreciation in the way he knew Art liked, then reached up to the small cabinets built into the headboard—which was a unique featureArt had thought up when they were designing the cottage—to grab first a small spray canister of minty breath mist, and then the bottle of lube.
Art used the breath spray as well, then practically dove onto Graeme, smothering him with kisses. The breath spray wasn’t foolproof against morning breath, but it was better than nothing.
“I love you,” Art panted between kisses, reaching between them to handle their cocks together. “You and Ryan are the best thing that ever happened to me. You make me so happy.”
“You’re adorable,” Graeme sighed, clicking open the bottle of lube. “Now get up there and ride my cock until we’re both gushing.”
Art laughed, taking the bottle of lube and scooting back so he could squirt some on Graeme’s cock. “We’ve thoroughly corrupted you, I see,” he said, pupils blown as he gazed down at his handiwork. “You can’t get enough these days.”
“No, I can’t,” Graeme said, taking the bottle to speed Art along and squeezing a bit of lube onto his hand.
He let out an almighty groan a few seconds later, as Art positioned himself and lowered his body onto Graeme’s cock. It felt so good and so familiar. He was greedy for more, more friction, more tightness, more heat. The best way to get that was to wrap his slippery hand around Art’s dick and to fist it as Art found his rhythm, bouncing on him to fuck himself.
“Well if that isn’t a gorgeous sight to come home to, I don’t know what is,” Ryan’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure that was skating like lightning toward an orgasm.
Art stopped bouncing, and he and Graeme both turned to see a travel-weary Ryan striding into the room.
“Darling,” Art panted, sitting back a bit with Graeme deep inside him, and stroking his cock while grinning at Ryan. “You’re home.”
“Welcome back,” Graeme said, giggling at the absurd moment.
“And what a welcome it is,” Ryan said, shrugging the backpack he had with him off his shoulder and going straight for his clothes. “Got room for one more?”
“Always,” Art said, moving just enough on Graeme to tease Ryan and send white-hot pleasure through Graeme.
In seconds, Ryan was naked and climbing into bed with them. He grabbed the lube and pumped his cock until he was as hard as Art and Graeme were. There was a moment of coordination confusion as they figured out a new configuration, but that was solved when Ryan slid in behind Graeme, lifting his hips and pulling him back onto his cock. Graeme grabbed hold of Ryan behind him with one hand as best he could, then gripped Art as he shimmied forward and impaled himself on Graeme’s cock again.
It was wild and mind-melting, but they had a lot of practice in the three of them having sex together by now. And Graeme always loved being the middle. He couldn’t really move, he just let his men take what they needed from him while giving him so much pleasure he was the first to burst. And what a sweet orgasm it was, too! He was surrounded by the men he loved, his heart overflowing, and his body soaring along for the ride.
“Sweetheart,” Art gasped, moving off of Graeme and stroking himself until he spilled in spurts all over Graeme’s chest.
“I missed you two,” Ryan gasped in a tight, strangled voice that told Graeme he was coming as well.
The climax swallowed them all, and after a few minutes of drowsy, sweaty sprawling, they all cuddled together under the sheets.
“We definitely need to do laundry today,” Graeme laughed.
“We need to do laundry practically every day,” Ryan laughed.
“That’s why we designed this place with the best washing machine,” Art laughed, rubbing his face against Ryan’s chest, like a cat scent-marking its owner.
“Did you have a good time in New York?” Graeme asked, stroking Ryan’s side and trying not to let Art hog his body.
“It was okay,” Ryan said. “I got a lot of business done. But I missed you both terribly.”
“Well, you’re here now,” Art said. “And I’ve worn Graeme out these past two weeks, so it’s your turn to keep me satisfied.”
“I’ll do that,” Ryan promised. “Just as soon as I recover from the jetlag.”
Graeme laughed and closed his eyes, hoping for a few minutes more sleep, now that the three of them were back together. He’d argue that he’d taken very good care of Art in Ryan’s absence later. Art would insist he’d been the one to make sure Graeme had been safe and satisfied the whole time, too. And Ryan would tell them that everything would be okay, now that they were together.
He'd be right. Life was amazing when the three of them were together, making an impossible but beautiful life for themselves.
