Chapter 20 #2
Ryan was still in high spirits, but he glanced over to Graeme in the corner and his expression changed. “You know what?” he started. “I think I’m done here. I’d rather spend the rest of the night with you two.”
“Perfect,” Art said, running a flirty hand down the front of his shirt. “That’s just what I wanted to hear. I’ll pack our sweet boy into the car and meet you back at Hawthorne House.”
Ryan shook his head. “I have a room at the Savoy,” he said with a broad grin. “It’s a short walk from here. The bed is big enough for three.”
That woke Art up from the nagging exhaustion that was beginning to poke at him. “I’ll go collect our boy.”
Five minutes later, the three of them had left the posh restaurant and were making their way down The Strand toward the Savoy.
Art felt like an absolute libertine as the three of them snuck into the busy hotel quietly, catching a lift before any of the numerous fashion people noticed Ryan and tried to drag him into a conversation.
Ryan must have known what was coming. He’d splurged for one of the fanciest hotel rooms Art had ever seen. It was more of a miniature flat than a dozy hotel room. It was so opulent that it even woke Graeme up.
“I’ve never been anywhere like this,” Graeme said in an awed voice, glancing around at the splendor.
“You both are worth it,” Ryan said. “It’s our reward for everything we’ve been through and our special night for everything we’ve got to look forward to.
” A second later, his wicked grin was replaced by a small gasp.
“I’ve completely forgotten to ask,” he said, taking Graeme’s hand.
“How did the meeting with Mrs. St. Ives go?”
Graeme pulled his attention away from the furnishings and smiled at Ryan. “Brilliant, I think,” he said. “Mrs. St. Ives really liked my ideas. She hasn’t called me to make things formal yet, but I really think I’ve got the job.”
“He nailed it,” Art said. “Just like I nailed him.”
“Arthur!” Graeme hissed, blushing up a storm.
Ryan just laughed. “I can’t wait to hear all about it. About all of it,” he said, then bit his lip. “But wait,” he said, his naughty expression vanishing for a second time. “If you have a job in Cornwall, what does that mean for Hawthorne House? What does it mean for us?” He glanced to Art as well.
“I don’t know,” Graeme said, looking suddenly stressed. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
Art didn’t like the turn the conversation had taken at all. “I suggest we discuss this. Naked. And possibly in a bathtub, if this suite has one big enough?”
“It’s big, but I don’t know if it’s that big,” Ryan said.
“Oh, it’s big, alright,” Art said, wiggling his eyebrows like he always did.
Ryan and Graeme laughed, which was exactly the reaction Art had hoped for. They headed into the bedroom, which was just as massive as the main room, and on to the bathroom to assess the facilities.
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.
Art and Ryan peeled apart. Ryan turned to him in a way that showed off both his and Art’s erections. “No, love. We want you to participate.”
Art held out his hand to Graeme, who moved forward, cautiously at first, but then with enthusiasm once he took Art’s hand.
Ryan slid his hand down Graeme’s side to caress his backside as Art cupped Graeme’s cheek and turned his head so they could kiss.
Once he paused for breath, Ryan turned Graeme’s head toward him and took over where Art left off.
The three of them shifted to the bed, sliding and grinding against each other as they sought out the best position for all three of them to enjoy themselves.
Graeme started out in the middle at first with both Art and Ryan teasing his overheated body with touches and kisses.
They didn’t have a plan and they hadn’t discussed choreography or turns beforehand, but everything seemed to work.
They took it slowly at first, concentrating on exploration and building arousal.
Art had never experienced something so leisurely that didn’t make him want to rush ahead to where he had a dick up his arse.
He loved the sounds his lovers made, the contrast in the taste of their skin and mouths.
He loved how Graeme’s touches were actually more demanding than Ryan’s and how, once he let go, he was as greedy as the two of them.
He loved how Ryan took care of them both, shifting their positions as the heat level built to the point where they all needed more.
Art was a sexed-up mess by the time the lube and condoms came out and they took turns coating each other’s cocks and stroking until they were all panting and mindless with need.
They had a long way to go before they figured out what positions worked best for the three of them together, but for that first time, it was enough to have Art in the middle on his side, Ryan slotted in behind him, and Graeme face-to-face in front of him so they could kiss.
Ryan called the shots when it came to the endgame.
He hooked an arm under Art’s thigh to open him up, then lined up and pushed in, causing Art to cry out and grab Graeme as he worked deeper and deeper.
It was absolute bliss, made even better when Graeme tried throwing a leg over Ryan’s to squeeze them all closer together.
He took Art’s cock in hand instead of putting a condom on him and stroked in time to Ryan’s thrusts, and even though he wanted to flail with the pleasure of it, Art sought out Graeme’s cock with his free hand and stroked that as best he could in their awkward positions.
There was plenty of kissing all around, Ryan leaning over Art to kiss Graeme, then turning Art’s head to kiss him.
Once he was consumed with fucking Art hard and deep, the kissing was mostly between Art and Graeme.
Even that couldn’t last as Art skated closer and closer to coming and felt Graeme getting there, too.
He was the first to come, which didn’t surprise him at all.
It was the fullest and most glorious orgasm he’d ever taken.
Everything was ten times sexier once the stickiness of his cum joined the slippery lube between him and Graeme.
Ryan must have either felt it or seen it, because he clearly started coming a few seconds later, shooting his load deep inside Art, which Art adored.
Graeme held out a little longer, like he wanted to milk the moment for all it was worth, but when Ryan reached his hand around to join Art’s, he made the most beautiful sound and spilled a whole fountain of cum.
It was so, so perfect. The three of them were left gasping for breath, hot, sticky, and so happy that tears stung Art’s eyes.
“That was everything,” he panted, reaching for his men as best he could to keep them tight around him. “I love you both.”
“I love you, too,” Graeme quickly added. “Both of you.”
“And I love you and everything about this,” Ryan said.
They could have said so much more. They could have planned and organized a bit more, or whispered sweet nothings to each other as they moved apart enough to get comfortable, but stayed close enough to feel connected.
They didn’t need to say or do anything, though.
Falling asleep in each other’s arms, the three of them one, was all they needed and all they would ever need.