Fic: Choices pt20
Title: Choices (20/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen/Gary Neville
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Michael doesn’t know how it happens but he’s in someone’s room, must be Gary’s because it’s definitely not his or David’s, and he is being pushed onto the mattress. His eyes that automatically closed when he hit the bed, whip open when he feels lips on right palm. David is looking up at him, smiling shyly. Michael reaches out and pulls him up, wrapping his arms around David with his neck buried in his chest. David lets out a low laugh, kissing the top of his head. A shadow falls over the two men, causing David to look up, still smiling.
Gary hands David the lubricant and kisses his forehead. “I’m going to go. Maybe we could have dinner later?”
Michael pulls away, frowning a little. “I thought we were going to do this together?” When Gary runs his hand through his hair, Michael reaches for it, twining their fingers. They stare at each other until David’s soft voice breaks the reverie.
“Stay… Please?”
Smiling, Gary leans forward to place a chaste kiss on David’s cheek before gently lying Michael down. He moves his body on top of Michael’s but doesn’t press down, just touching lightly as he kisses his lips carefully. It’s a faint press of the lips, a barely there kiss. When Michael lifts up to increase contact, it surprises Gary but he quickly adjusts and applies a little more pressure.
With one hand on Michael’s side, David just watches. The two men that he’s wanted more than anything are together, slowly exploring each other. He doesn’t do anything up run his hand up and down, loving how Michael’s body shudders underneath his touch. David can see Gary’s mouth opening for Michael, tongues hesitantly touching before swallowing each other. He moves closer, wanting, but holds back.
Bringing his hands to Michael’s face, Gary pulls back a little, placing little kisses over his jaw line, his cheeks. Michael smiles at him, looking calm, relaxed. Feeling something digging into his thigh, Gary turns and is greeted by a stunned but happy looking David. Grinning, his arms wrap around his captain, tugging him to fall on top of him and Michael. David laughs but only briefly because one set of lips descend on his while another caress his neck. He moans, unable to help himself.
Gary decides to let Michael lead the way as he stops to watch and undress. They really do look good together. Michael’s pale skin next to David’s tan. Their kiss is easy, uncomplicated. Gary smiles and knows he made the right decision. Shedding the last piece of his clothing, he moves towards the couple again, running his fingers up David’s neck.
“Maybe you two should get undressed?”
Lips part reluctantly and bodies twist to see Gary standing in front of them, completely bare. David smiles and moves off of Michael, pulling off his shirt in the process. When he sees that Michael is doing the same, he stills his hands and shakes his head. Michael frowns, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t question him, just waits patiently. Quickly enough, David’s clothes are off as well as he moves back to Michael, grasping the hem of his shirt.
“Lift” and Michael does, raising his arms so David can discard the garment. Next, he bends down and carefully releases the button and fly of Michael’s pants before methodically pushing them down toned thighs. Michael’s quiet whine has not only David chuckling but Gary too. He pouts before laughing too. Once all the barriers are gone, he extends his hand to Gary, who takes it with a smile and joins him on the bed. David, however, doesn’t wait for an invitation and slides in between them, turns to Gary and kisses him deeply. It’s slow, gentle. Michael inches closer and presses his own lips against David’s jaw line, traveling slowly to his neck but only for a moment because he suddenly finds himself on his back, with David licking his stomach and Gary at his chest. Michael moans at the dual sensations, hoping to feel a lot more and soon.
As if reading his mind, David picks up the haphazardly discarded tube and pops it open while watching Gary work over Michael’s body. Michael’s moaning and knowing that it’s not him who causing it has David surprisingly hard and wanting. He quickly coats his fingers, scoots down to kiss Michael’s thigh before slowly pushing one in.
Michael gasps, realizing that both men are lavishing him when it’s supposed to be him and Gary in control. However, before he can protest, he quietly cries out when David hits his prostate with Gary biting gently on his chest. He is, however, babbling incoherently, trying to tell them what he wants, what he needs. Although, they can’t understand his words, David and Gary understand his body and give in.
Gary moves down to get closer to David and kisses him as he slicks himself and begins to move into Michael. When he gets past the first ring of muscle, David moans but it’s swallowed by Gary, who has his fingers wrapped around Michael’s length. They all move as one, moans filling the air. It’s hotter than usual, a little hard to breath but no one notices.
As David moves in and out, slow at first, faster now, Michael’s close, his back arching. When he feels Gary’s finger press against his perineum, he comes with a gasp, his body shuddering involuntarily. Eventually his body slumps back against the mattress, exhausted, but when he hears David’s and Gary’s moans he pops back up. He didn’t even notice when David slid out of him because now the two are together, pressed from lips to thighs, nipping and licking at each others’ lips as their hands rub together. Wanting to be close, Michael slithers over and reaches to curl his fingers around their biceps. The feeling he has isn’t what he expected. He was sure he’d feel jealous seeing David’s attention averted away from himself, but being here, here with the three of them, kissing, touching… He’s not sure how to describe it; all Michael knows is that it’s definitely not jealousy or disappointment.
The bed underneath the footballers shakes as David and Gary reach their completion. They’re still clinging on to each other, but now with Michael sandwiched between them. Lips are everywhere; no patch of skin goes un-kissed. David slowly pushes the other two to lie down, and does his best to cover them both. Lips remain attached, licking and nipping at salted skin. He looks down and sees two content beautiful faces smiling up at him and David knows that they’ll be alright.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen/Gary Neville
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Michael doesn’t know how it happens but he’s in someone’s room, must be Gary’s because it’s definitely not his or David’s, and he is being pushed onto the mattress. His eyes that automatically closed when he hit the bed, whip open when he feels lips on right palm. David is looking up at him, smiling shyly. Michael reaches out and pulls him up, wrapping his arms around David with his neck buried in his chest. David lets out a low laugh, kissing the top of his head. A shadow falls over the two men, causing David to look up, still smiling.
Gary hands David the lubricant and kisses his forehead. “I’m going to go. Maybe we could have dinner later?”
Michael pulls away, frowning a little. “I thought we were going to do this together?” When Gary runs his hand through his hair, Michael reaches for it, twining their fingers. They stare at each other until David’s soft voice breaks the reverie.
“Stay… Please?”
Smiling, Gary leans forward to place a chaste kiss on David’s cheek before gently lying Michael down. He moves his body on top of Michael’s but doesn’t press down, just touching lightly as he kisses his lips carefully. It’s a faint press of the lips, a barely there kiss. When Michael lifts up to increase contact, it surprises Gary but he quickly adjusts and applies a little more pressure.
With one hand on Michael’s side, David just watches. The two men that he’s wanted more than anything are together, slowly exploring each other. He doesn’t do anything up run his hand up and down, loving how Michael’s body shudders underneath his touch. David can see Gary’s mouth opening for Michael, tongues hesitantly touching before swallowing each other. He moves closer, wanting, but holds back.
Bringing his hands to Michael’s face, Gary pulls back a little, placing little kisses over his jaw line, his cheeks. Michael smiles at him, looking calm, relaxed. Feeling something digging into his thigh, Gary turns and is greeted by a stunned but happy looking David. Grinning, his arms wrap around his captain, tugging him to fall on top of him and Michael. David laughs but only briefly because one set of lips descend on his while another caress his neck. He moans, unable to help himself.
Gary decides to let Michael lead the way as he stops to watch and undress. They really do look good together. Michael’s pale skin next to David’s tan. Their kiss is easy, uncomplicated. Gary smiles and knows he made the right decision. Shedding the last piece of his clothing, he moves towards the couple again, running his fingers up David’s neck.
“Maybe you two should get undressed?”
Lips part reluctantly and bodies twist to see Gary standing in front of them, completely bare. David smiles and moves off of Michael, pulling off his shirt in the process. When he sees that Michael is doing the same, he stills his hands and shakes his head. Michael frowns, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t question him, just waits patiently. Quickly enough, David’s clothes are off as well as he moves back to Michael, grasping the hem of his shirt.
“Lift” and Michael does, raising his arms so David can discard the garment. Next, he bends down and carefully releases the button and fly of Michael’s pants before methodically pushing them down toned thighs. Michael’s quiet whine has not only David chuckling but Gary too. He pouts before laughing too. Once all the barriers are gone, he extends his hand to Gary, who takes it with a smile and joins him on the bed. David, however, doesn’t wait for an invitation and slides in between them, turns to Gary and kisses him deeply. It’s slow, gentle. Michael inches closer and presses his own lips against David’s jaw line, traveling slowly to his neck but only for a moment because he suddenly finds himself on his back, with David licking his stomach and Gary at his chest. Michael moans at the dual sensations, hoping to feel a lot more and soon.
As if reading his mind, David picks up the haphazardly discarded tube and pops it open while watching Gary work over Michael’s body. Michael’s moaning and knowing that it’s not him who causing it has David surprisingly hard and wanting. He quickly coats his fingers, scoots down to kiss Michael’s thigh before slowly pushing one in.
Michael gasps, realizing that both men are lavishing him when it’s supposed to be him and Gary in control. However, before he can protest, he quietly cries out when David hits his prostate with Gary biting gently on his chest. He is, however, babbling incoherently, trying to tell them what he wants, what he needs. Although, they can’t understand his words, David and Gary understand his body and give in.
Gary moves down to get closer to David and kisses him as he slicks himself and begins to move into Michael. When he gets past the first ring of muscle, David moans but it’s swallowed by Gary, who has his fingers wrapped around Michael’s length. They all move as one, moans filling the air. It’s hotter than usual, a little hard to breath but no one notices.
As David moves in and out, slow at first, faster now, Michael’s close, his back arching. When he feels Gary’s finger press against his perineum, he comes with a gasp, his body shuddering involuntarily. Eventually his body slumps back against the mattress, exhausted, but when he hears David’s and Gary’s moans he pops back up. He didn’t even notice when David slid out of him because now the two are together, pressed from lips to thighs, nipping and licking at each others’ lips as their hands rub together. Wanting to be close, Michael slithers over and reaches to curl his fingers around their biceps. The feeling he has isn’t what he expected. He was sure he’d feel jealous seeing David’s attention averted away from himself, but being here, here with the three of them, kissing, touching… He’s not sure how to describe it; all Michael knows is that it’s definitely not jealousy or disappointment.
The bed underneath the footballers shakes as David and Gary reach their completion. They’re still clinging on to each other, but now with Michael sandwiched between them. Lips are everywhere; no patch of skin goes un-kissed. David slowly pushes the other two to lie down, and does his best to cover them both. Lips remain attached, licking and nipping at salted skin. He looks down and sees two content beautiful faces smiling up at him and David knows that they’ll be alright.
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