Three Under the Christmas Tree

by Silvia Violet

  “Poor thing. Did we wear you out?” Jonathan asked.

  Ace chuckled when Gavin gave him a pointed look. “Uh-oh, that’s his I-really-hope-he-likes-getting-spanked-because-I’d-love-to-see-you-punish-him look.”

  “It is,” Gavin confirmed.

  Jonathan laughed. “I rarely like impact play, but with you”—he looked Ace up and down—“I’d consider it.”

  “Then I’d like to try that sometime,” Ace said. He realized he was giving away that he wanted Jonathan to come back. Why the hell not, though? He did. There was no reason to hide that.

  “Yeah, and maybe restraints too.” Jonathan sounded like he’d surprised himself.

  Ace grinned. “Good, because I would very much like to see you all tied up.”

  Jonathan cleared his throat. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream before we get ourselves in trouble.”

  “But I can’t walk,” Gavin protested.

  “Is he always this whiny?” Jonathan asked.

  Ace nodded. “Yes.”

  “How do you put up with it?”

  “Hey!” Gavin scowled at them. “I don’t like being ganged up on.”

  “You could’ve fooled me,” Jonathan said. “I thought that was exactly what you like.”

  Ace loved watching a blush spread across Gavin’s cheeks, because it was so rare for him to be embarrassed. What did it say that Jonathan could do that to him?

  “Come on.” Ace tugged on Gavin’s arm. “You know my rule. No food in bed. If you want ice cream, you’ve got to come to the kitchen.”

  Jonathan glanced back and forth between them as Ace pulled Gavin to his feet. “Um…should I go or…?”

  “No!” They spoke in unison.

  “Wow, okay.”

  “Please don’t,” Gavin said, laying a hand on his arm. “You haven’t tied me up yet.”

  Jonathan’s eyes widened. “You want more? Tonight?”

  Ace raised his brows. “Are you saying we’re too old to go again?”

  “No, I just thought…”

  “If you thought we wouldn’t like a repeat of that,” Ace said, “you’re crazy.”

  Jonathan still seemed slightly unsure. Ace hoped if they moved on to ice cream, he would relax again. “Cookies-’n-cream, chocolate, or moose tracks?”

  “You guys really do like ice cream, don’t you?”

  “And what is wrong with that?” Gavin asked.

  Jonathan laughed. “Nothing. In fact, everything is right with it.”

  “So?” Ace prompted.

  “Can I have a scoop of moose tracks and a scoop of chocolate?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Small scoops, though, if we’re going to go again.”

  “We are,” Ace said. He scooped out a smaller than usual serving and handed it to Jonathan.

  “Cookies-’n-cream?” he asked Gavin. Then he turned to Jonathan. “It’s his favorite.”

  “Hmm,” Gavin said. He tilted his head as if considering. “Actually, I’m in a moose-tracks mood.”

  Ace nodded. “I can see that.” He served Gavin and then made himself a bowl of chocolate.

  “Let’s sit down.” Ace gestured toward the table.

  “Um…I’m kind of a mess,” Jonathan said.

  “The chairs wipe down,” Gavin assured him.

  So they sat around the table in the kitchen, naked and unshowered, and dug into their ice cream. Ace couldn’t think when he’d felt more content. For a few moments, the only sounds were the clink of spoons and the occasional sigh of pleasure, gastric this time rather than sexual, though it sounded much the same.

  “Do both of you cook?” Jonathan asked, pointing to the large shelf of cookbooks.

  Gavin laughed. “No way. Ace cooks. I just like to eat.”

  Ace rolled his eyes. “He’s rather hopeless. I’m afraid I’ve had to practically ban him from the kitchen.”

  Jonathan snickered. “I’ll have to hear more about that sometime.”

  “No, you won’t,” Gavin insisted.

  Jonathan left his now-empty bowl and walked over to the shelf to check out Ace’s collection. “You have several of my favorites.”

  “You cook too?”

  “Yeah. I love to bake more than anything, though. Ooh, this is a good one.” He pulled a book from the shelf.

  “Bread Every Day? I love that one too.”

  “Have you made the pretzels from it? They’re divine.”

  Ace grinned. “Gavin fell in love with them too, but my favorite so far is the two-hour loaf with the pourable dough. I was so skeptical about it, but it actually worked really well.”

  “Hmm. I haven’t tried that yet, but the cinnamon buns are also amazing. The icing is thicker than usual but still thin enough to run a little bit. It’s sticky and awesome.”

  “Mmmm,” Gavin said. Ace watched as he held Jonathan’s gaze and licked his spoon suggestively. “I can think of something else that’s sticky and awesome.”

  “Are you already needing round two?” Ace loved that Gavin was as into Jonathan as Ace had hoped he would be.

  Gavin licked his lips. “Maaaybe.”

  Ace snorted. “Maybe, my ass. You’re fucking insatiable tonight.”

  ***

  Jonathan loved watching Ace and Gavin interact with each other. And fucking them… Wow. So good. Part of him, the part that was a chronic worrier, said he shouldn’t stay, but no way in hell was he leaving without having them again.

  He picked up his spoon and licked it like Gavin had done earlier. “I suppose I might be persuaded to move on to round two.”

  Gavin grabbed Jonathan’s chair and turned it to face him. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed Jonathan’s legs apart. Jonathan held his breath as Gavin leaned forward and kissed his inner thighs. He lifted Jonathan’s cock out of the way and fondled his balls before slowly drawing one and then the other into his mouth. When he began licking his way up Jonathan’s now fully erect shaft, Jonathan meant to tell him to stop. They should move this to the bedroom, shouldn’t they? But he couldn’t bring himself to protest when Gavin started sucking his cock, slow and easy, barely more than a tease. Damn, it felt good.

  He looked up to see Ace watching him. For several moments he simply enjoyed the attention of both men. Then he pushed at Gavin’s shoulders. “Enough. I’m convinced, and I’m dying to see you tied down.”

  Gavin took Jonathan’s hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

  “Neither one of you has any patience,” Ace grumbled, but Jonathan didn’t think he actually minded.

  Jonathan glanced back at him. “Aren’t you eager to fuck me while Gavin watches?”

  Ace made a strangled sound.

  “See? He gets to you too,” Gavin said.

  “Damn right, he does. And so do you, especially when you’re restrained, begging, at our mercy.”

  “Mmmm.” Jonathan couldn’t wait.

  Gavin stretched out on his back as Ace opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of lined cuffs. He held them out to Jonathan. “Here. Use these on his wrists. I’ll take care of his ankles.”

  Jonathan climbed on the bed. Gavin held out an arm, and Jonathan caressed the pulse point at his wrist. “I’m going to love watching you lie there, immobilized, begging for attention while Ace drives his thick cock up my ass.”

  “Fuck,” Gavin muttered.

  “You’ll get to watch us come, but you won’t be able to do anything about it,” Jonathan said as he snapped a cuff around Gavin’s wrist. “You like that kind of torment, don’t you?”

  Gavin nodded frantically. “I… Yes.”

  “Good.” Jonathan loved Gavin’s reaction to his words. He laced the chain through the slats on the headboard and then snapped the second cuff around Gavin’s other wrist. “I’ll enjoy seeing you squirm.”

  “You’re evil.”

  “Yes, I am.” He licked Gavin’s lips but didn’t linger long enough to really kiss him.

  By then, Ace had Gavin’s ankles se
cured to the footboard, so Jonathan stepped back and looked him up and down. “God, you’re hot like that.”

  “Isn’t he?” Ace turned Jonathan to face him. “But right now, I want you to focus on me. Gavin’s not going to be the only one begging.”

  “Oh really?”

  Ace gave him a devious smile as he wrapped a hand around Jonathan’s cock and stroked. “I’m going to own your ass, and you’re going to beg for more.”

  Jonathan tried not to react, but a moan slipped through, and he couldn’t keep from shifting his hips, trying to get more friction.

  Ace chuckled. “Oh yeah. Your dick’s going to ache for me, but you’re not going to come until I tell you to.”

  “You are fucking bossy.”

  “Yes. And I love making other bossy men beg.”

  Jesus, he was hot. “Then do it.”

  “Lean over and brace yourself on the bed.”

  Jonathan briefly considered seeing what would happen if he disobeyed, but he didn’t really want to.

  “That’s right. Stick that ass out.” He did, and Ace cracked his hand across it.

  Jonathan sucked in his breath. “Fuck. I don’t usually like that, but—”

  Ace did it again.

  “Wow, that’s…”

  “Yeah, you’re going to be easy.”

  “No. I’m. Not.” But he was. He just didn’t like Ace realizing it so quickly.

  Ace snorted. “You’re already desperate for it.” He pushed a finger into Jonathan’s ass. Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and fisted the sheet in his hands, fighting to keep from pushing back onto the digit or looking at Gavin. The sight of Gav watching, wanting, would make him give in instantly.

  “Mmm, that tight ass is going to grip my cock so good.”

  Jonathan looked over his shoulder and snarled. “Quit playing around, and fuck me.”

  Another slap on his ass. This one hard enough to make him jump.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot,” Gavin said.

  Jonathan looked at him then. Their gazes met, and Gavin smiled. “Ace’s so good. You’re going to love it.”

  “You like watching him fuck another man?”

  “Yes, especially when he gives them no mercy.”

  “J doesn’t need my mercy, do you?”

  “N-no.” God, Ace was good. Gavin obviously thought so too. He was working his hips like he could fuck the air.

  Jonathan grinned at him. “You wish your dick was getting attention right now, don’t you?”

  Gavin groaned. “Fuck, yes.”

  “Jesus!” Jonathan sucked in his breath as Ace pushed two fingers inside him.

  “So fucking responsive,” Gavin said.

  Ace finger-fucked him slowly. “It’s like you feel everything magnified.”

  Jonathan shivered. “Sometimes I think I do.”

  “Holy hell,” Ace muttered. “I can’t wait any longer to get inside you.”

  “Don’t.”

  Ace was there a moment later, the head of his cock breaching Jonathan’s ass.

  Jonathan tensed because damn, Ace was big.

  “Relax,” Ace purred. He leaned over and kissed Jonathan’s back. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

  “I don’t. I want it all.”

  He would’ve sworn he could feel Ace’s warm chuckle. “Of course you do.”

  Ace pushed forward, sinking deeper.

  “Fuck.” It hurt, but Jonathan knew it would eventually feel so fucking good, it was worth this bite of pain.

  Ace reached under him and stroked his cock. Jonathan thrust into his hand, riding the pleasure until his ass relaxed its grip on Ace’s cock.

  Without warning, Ace drove into him, seating himself fully.

  “Fuck. Oh my fuck. That’s…”

  “You’re so full, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, goddammit!”

  Ace pulled out, then slammed back in.

  “More!” Jonathan cried. He hadn’t been fucked this well in far too long.

  “I’m going to ride you until you scream,” Ace said.

  Gavin was watching them, mouth hanging open, hips pumping, a sheen of sweat covering his chest.

  “Do it,” Jonathan growled.

  “Yes.” Gavin’s voice was barely audible.

  Jonathan and Gavin locked gazes, and Gavin tugged on his bonds, testing them. “Fuck him, Ace. Please.”

  “It’s like you’re fucking us both,” Jonathan said.

  Ace tightened his hands around Jonathan’s hips. “I know, and it feels so good.”

  Ace’s strokes grew deeper, rougher. Jonathan struggled, not because he actually wanted to free himself, but because he enjoyed how it felt.

  “You want me to stop?” Ace asked.

  “No. Like it.”

  “Damn right you do.” Ace slapped his ass again, and he groaned.

  “I think…”

  “Yes?”

  “I want you to do more of that. Spanking me. Later. Right now…I need to be fucked.”

  Ace stopped and pulled out.

  “What the hell?” Jonathan looked over his shoulder. Ace was grinning at him.

  “I want this to last.”

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Me too.” Gavin seemed barely able to force the words out, he was breathing so hard.

  Ace stroked Jonathan’s back. “I want you to keep your eyes on Gavin. I want him to see every reaction I force from you.” He pushed back into Jonathan’s ass.

  “Fuck!”

  Ace worked him slowly. How the hell could he stay so controlled? Jonathan bit his lip, trying not to beg. His eyes fluttered closed.

  “Are you watching Gavin?” Ace asked.

  Shit, how did he know? “Um…”

  “Do what I say if you want to get off.”

  Jonathan loved Ace’s rough demands. He hadn’t felt comfortable surrendering to anyone in so long. He wouldn’t have thought he could the first time with someone. The only time… No, Ace had mentioned wanting to tie him up later and wanting to…

  Stop thinking, and enjoy this.

  Jonathan looked at Gavin, who was smiling despite the fact that he had to be as desperate to get off as Jonathan.

  Ace kept up the agonizingly slow pace. Jonathan was going to die if he didn’t get seriously fucked soon.

  “He’s torturing you, isn’t he?” Gavin forced the words out around shallow breaths. “He can be fucking sadistic sometimes.”

  Jonathan pushed back hard. “Fuck me.”

  “I am. But I’m doing it my way.”

  “No! Need more. Need it hard.”

  Ace slapped his ass. “You’ll get what you want when I’m ready to give it to you.”

  But after a few more slow strokes, Ace picked up his pace until he was fucking Jonathan hard and fast again.

  “Jerk yourself off,” he demanded.

  Seconds after Jonathan gripped his cock, his climax shattered him, the edges of the world going dark. Gavin gasped as he watched Jonathan, and the desperate sound seemed to make Jonathan’s orgasm stronger. He couldn’t breathe. He felt like time had stopped and he hung suspended.

  “Ace,” Gavin panted. “I want to see you come.” The words sounded far away as Jonathan fought to catch his breath.

  Ace didn’t say anything, but Jonathan felt him tense. His fingers spasmed against Jonathan’s hips. Then he pulled out. He must have stripped the condom off, because seconds later, jets of come splashed over Jonathan’s ass and lower back.

  “Fuck!” Gavin cried. “So hot.”

  “Are you okay?” Ace ran a hand along Jonathan’s side.

  Jonathan realized he hadn’t moved. “Yeah. I just… It’s been a long time since I got fucked like that.”

  “I told you he’s good,” Gavin said.

  “Yeah. The best.”

  Ace slapped Jonathan’s ass, lightly this time. “So are you. I had no idea you’d submit so well.”

  “I said I liked surrendering as well as giving
orders.”

  “You do, and it’s delicious.” Ace tapped his ass again. “Get on the bed now.”

  Jonathan tried to remember how to move, but his hands seemed locked in the sheets.

  “Please, Jonathan,” Gavin begged. “I need your mouth on me.”

  Jonathan smiled. “God, I love hearing you beg.”

  Ace undid the cuffs around Gavin’s ankles, then stretched out on the bed so he could watch. Jonathan positioned himself between Gavin’s spread legs. He grabbed the lube Ace had left there, smeared some on his fingers and pushed two into Gavin’s hole.

  “That’s it. Right there,” Gavin cried as Jonathan quickly found his prostate.

  He added a third finger and stroked in and out, brushing Gavin’s sweet spot each time.

  “Please. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!”

  He leaned down and took Gavin’s cock into his mouth, and Gavin arched up, pushing himself deeper.

  Ace sat up and pushed his hips back down. “J sets the pace, not you.”

  Gavin whimpered.

  Jonathan slipped his fingers from Gavin’s ass, not wanting to push him too far, too fast.

  “No, please.” Gavin tugged on his bonds. If he was like Jonathan, he wanted to be free and at the same time loved the feel of the cuffs binding him.

  Ace held Gavin as still as he could while Jonathan swallowed his cock all the way down. He worked Gavin until he was whimpering, cursing, begging, and then he started finger-fucking him again. Gavin gave a strangled cry and tried to take the digits deeper.

  Jonathan sucked harder and pumped his fingers in and out roughly until Gavin tensed, seemingly overloaded with sensation.

  “Close. So close, J.”

  Jonathan pulled off, and Gavin shot so hard, come splashed his chin.

  “Damn, you did like that.”

  “Yeah, you did,” Ace said. “J really knows how to work you up.”

  Gavin nodded as he drew in panting breaths.

  Ace reached for one of Gavin’s wrist restraints, and Jonathan managed to make his body work enough to crawl to the headboard and undo the other one.

  “You two are a mess,” Ace said, laughing.

  Gavin glared at him. “Who’s fault is that?”

  Jonathan wanted to lie there, snuggling with them and enjoying how fucked out he was, but he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. “Mind if I use the shower?”