Chapter 54b - More Tasty Treats
We pick up where we left off on Thursday, with three randy men heading for a private room, where some tasty additions are to be delivered shortly...
Back to Chapter 54a
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
'Honey Honey' Abba
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Once through the door to the Diamond room, Greg turned and backed up a couple of steps, his eyes swinging hesitantly between the two bigger men, although his cheeky grin hadn't abated.
Hugh had moved to the door as soon as the hand on his belt had stopped leading him like a puppy dog, closing the door behind them and turning to lean casually against it.
"Well," he drawled, watching the youngster who was near trembling with excitement. "Greg, is it?"
Hugh stretched lazily and stepped forward, casually taking off his shirt and tossing it towards one of the chairs against the wall in a vague nod to tidiness. He kicked off his boots and socks and unfastened his belt, ready for action if necessary. Besides which, he didn't have the money to have clothing ruined by food and random sticky things.
"And what do you prefer to do, little one?" he asked with a grin, then looked at Vin who had a particularly hungry look on his face. He gave the wolf a gentle punch on the arm. "Watch it, Wolfie. You look like you want to eat our little lamb whole, and I'm sure he'd taste better with sauce. Right?" He glanced back at Greg in amusement.
If anything, Vin's smile grew as Hugh's upper body was revealed. "Nah, just enjoying the sights," he replied, then reached for Greg.
"Don't get too far away. While we wait for our supplies, let's get better acquainted. Mr. Hugh here wasn't too sure we employed boys who could take a 'bit of rough'. What say you, young Greg; care to show him how simple kisses can be anything but soft and girly?"
Standing so Hugh could get the full benefit, Vin pulled Greg close and slanted his mouth over the boy's. He filled his large palms with Greg's firm curves as their tongues tangled and small, male, lusty noises flowed from both of them.
The large hands drawing him near ground Greg into Vin's solid form, his cock feeling hotter than July as they kissed. Greg felt his desire spiral uncontrollably as he gave in to the deliciousness of Vin's mouth. Finally, desperate for air, he pulled back without losing the contact between their lower bodies.
'Mr. Hugh', as Vin had called the man now eyeing them both up hungrily, had a similar accent to Eric and looked about the same size, if a bit slimmer. If Greg was any judge, that certainly extended to places other than height....
"I'm open to suggestion..." Greg managed, breathing heavily as he licked at his lips and attempted to return the look that scorched his skin like desert sand. "And I've always thought sauce could only add to the delights of tasty meat."
Hugh had been watching from his position in curiosity and hunger, never really having the opportunity to watch before. Fumbling in the dark was good fun but ruined observations, and having more than one bloke around who dabbled was a rarity in itself.
"Hmmmmmm," he purred, stepping forward and running his hands over Vin's back. "Doing a good job there, little lamb. Good for warming up all types of meat."
His hand drifted downwards and over the rise of Vin's backside, squeezing it hard before pressing himself against the wolf's back. He met Greg's gaze over Vin's rather substantial shoulder and gave him a lazy grin.
"How about you focus on his front and I'll tackle things from back here?" he murmured. "We can add the sauces when they get here if you feel hungry."
Vin's eyebrow lofted high as Hugh plastered himself along his back. He winked broadly at Greg before growling over his shoulder. "Feels good, for now, but our Greg here is a randy young boy, and would make a much more delightful cream filling."
Ignoring the lust coursing through his body from the boy at his front and the very large, hard body at his back, Vin slid the small vest off Greg's shoulders and began opening the buttons of his shirt. "Wouldn't you like to feel all this masculinity pressed to my back against yours... or along your front?"
As he pulled the shirt-tails from Greg's britches, Vin leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm right here the whole time love; not gonna let anything you don't want happen," he alluded to Hugh being new to the house and unknown to both of them as a sexual partner. Despite being randy himself, Vin was not about to let anything happen to one of his boys. After licking the shell of Greg's ear to get the boy shivering in passion again, Vin spun the now shirtless Greg to face Hugh.
"Greg and I can keep kissin' if you insist, but wouldn't you rather join in?" he challenged Hugh with another arch of his eyebrow.
"Interrupt a wolf with his meal?" Hugh grinned lazily, having suspected his little target was going to remove itself swiftly. "Not sure I should dare..."
He gently ran his hand over Greg's cheekbone and captured the boy's chin, smiling gently at him. He stepped forward a little; enough to allow the boy to know he was interested, but not too far to make the kid feel like he had absolutely no route of escape if he felt the need.
"Poor little lamb," he murmured. "Although I'm sure you're not quite as innocent as you look, right?"
The kid probably had more than enough experience compared to Hugh's own, which was just plain embarrassing. He winked and gently pressed his mouth against Greg's, as soft and as gentle as if he was kissing a lady of the manor. As soon as he felt the boy respond, he traced his tongue across Greg's lips and kissed him deeply with the same care as before. His hand slid up Greg's side and his nails ran over sensitive skin. Truth be told, the kid was a little too young and innocent looking for his own personal tastes--Hugh had a nasty feeling he might break him--but Greg certainly knew his stuff and the only hardship that was likely would be located in their trousers.
"Aren't you just the cutest," he grinned. "And probably cheeky with it, hmm?"
As he aligned himself along Greg's back, Vin snorted quietly that Hugh was kissing the boy as softly as if he were spun candy. Secretly he was pleased the man was allowing Greg the option to take things further or rougher as he pleased.
Still, Vin's hands were gentle on Greg's skin, following the opposite path Hugh's had. He nuzzled softly under the hair at Greg's nape while reaching around to pluck the boy's nipples lightly. Hoping all the while these so soft touches from both burly men would soon prove too soft and gentle, provoking Greg to insist on more.
Greg mostly just smiled at Hugh's words, having figured out with most new clients that he made a better impression if he didn't say too much.
The attention from both of the bigger men was driving him almost to distraction though--gentleness was all very well and fine if you were a boy who liked being a girl, but that really wasn't Greg's style.
"I'm not that much of a lamb," he growled eventually between soft kisses and light caresses, "You may have the wrong impression of me if you've been looking at some of the boys here." Flicking a look sexily back at Vin, Greg decided to take the bull by the horn, so to speak. Placing a firm hand hard against the heated groin in front of him, he used his other hand to tug Hugh closer at the neck so he could thrust his tongue roughly into the surprised man's mouth. At the same time, he squeezed the heated length under his hand and bumped his ass back against Vin's obvious erection.
"Quit playing, I'm no innocent," he managed between aggressive licks and bites at the new man's mouth, his hand continuing to stroke over the enclosed length under his touch.
And so much for conversation. Regardless of how horny he was and how much his groin throbbed--and oh yes, it was throbbing agonizingly badly--Hugh doubted whether he would ever get used to the situation where all that stood between him and a shag was a nod of the head, name not required, let alone anything else. He had a sneaking suspicion this situation was also likely to end up on his personal bill, which meant that the bank really did need to be assessed for weaknesses before long if he ever wanted to eat without going through other people's rubbish or catching the damned things himself.
He shrugged to himself internally as he pulled the boy closer--it was only polite, after all--and deepened the kiss. Clearly this was how it was done in this house, along with the whips and the dungeons and the things that he wasn't even sure what they did, and when in Rome you had to do as the Romans did. Or who the Romans did, for that matter. And all this impersonality had to help when it came to digging Bana out of his little hole, right?
His eyes strayed to Vin for a moment, someone who in Oz he would have happily wanted to call a proper mate, before closing them once again. Jesus. He must have seriously drunk too much if he was getting homesick.
His kiss grew hungrier and his hips pushed hard into Greg's hand as Hugh dropped his thoughts and simply went for the sensations. A little growl vibrated in the back of his throat as he kissed the boy deeper and his hands slid down Greg's side.
"Guess you'd better tell the guy behind you," he pointed out as they came up for a little air, "He's in the right position to do stuff."
"Just waiting for the refreshments," Vin replied as a soft knock at the door preceded it opening to reveal a couple of servants. He smirked, knowing he was partly responsible for stirring up the other two. A small table was set up between two arm chairs and laid with a pitcher of beer, bottle of whiskey, glasses, and covered trays with whatever foodstuffs Billy had selected.
Knowing they were to be in the bed-less Diamond Room, Vin noted the pervy little Scotsman had also sent up a padded bench like one from the playroom, only not sporting eye bolts for restraints and other accoutrements. Vin's eyes met Hugh's over Greg’s shoulder and he arched an eyebrow. His grin grew as he directed the bench to be placed before one of the chairs. Yeah, anyone familiar with stables, as he assumed the Aussie was, would instantly snap to its similarity to a saddle stand, and other uses besides holding a saddle.
Hugh watched in disbelief at the padded bench that was being set up, giving Vin a startled look before staring at it again as though it might have vanished in the meantime. Okay, so there weren't any additional bits and pieces but still....
"In the mood for extra props, eh?" he raised an eyebrow. Jesus, he was well out of his depth here.
Vin shrugged, smirk firmly in place. "Blame the barman, Billy; randy-hearted little soul." He pulled the lust-hazed Greg from Hugh's arms and motioned the older man to a seat. "See what else he sent up to accompany the honey you requested. Though you have to admit the bench will be a nice 'prop' with which you two can finish slathering me for your feast."
To Greg, Vin rumbled in the boy's ear, "Why don't you help all three of us out of our confining trousers? Unless Hugh here is the bashful type, and prefers to keep that lovely bulge trapped?" he challenged lightly with a broad wink in said bulge's direction.
Jackman laughed at that. Bashful was definitely not in the nearby area.
"I think I could probably cope with some freedom right about now, Wolfie," he confirmed as he moved to the chair and sank down on it, "If your boy's good."
"Ohh Gregory; now that sounds like a challenge." Vin gave the boy a tiny love-bite below one ear and tweaked Greg's taut nubbins before nudging him toward Hugh.
Once Greg wobbled in that direction, Vin moved forward in a loose-hipped stroll. He half sat, half leaned back on the bench, the angle thrusting out the sizable bulge trapped within his own trousers.
Decisions, decisions, Greg thought as his eye was drawn from one bulge to another. Gulping, he figured he might as well follow his feet since that was supposedly the bigger challenge--no pun intended--and start on the new guy. Nearing the tall Australian, he reached for the waistband of Hugh's trousers and began undoing the belt buckle. Sneaking a look upwards at the man's face, he grinned shyly as he noted the increased breathing, the dilated eyes and the slight beading of sweat on the man's upper lip. Oh yes, he was hungry like the wolf, alright.
Greg managed to get the trousers open, and further a pulse of interest went through his own cock as the monster hove into view. Christ! Greg's throat felt dry suddenly. He wasn't sure if he could cope with that, although he was certainly willing to give it a try... with proper lubrication, of course. Swallowing hard again, Greg flicked his eyes upwards once more, then pushed Hugh's trousers down his legs, keeping well clear of the giant cock for now, and helping him get out of the pants.
Licking his lips, Greg backed up, nodding and grinning, wondering how in hell he was making himself move away, when he caught sight of Vin out of the corner of his eye and he remembered what the self control was all about.
"Carry on... uh... find something to go with the meat..." he managed in Hugh's direction before kneeling down in front of Vin. Talk about Greg's lucky night, really... although a niggle in the back of his head tried to remind him that it would be so much better with Nick. Greg pushed the thought away before it could take hold, and repeated the favor for Vin, dealing to his trousers even more quickly than he had with Hugh's.
Christ! He really had to get his own pants off soon; they really were becoming far too restrictive. Scrabbling backwards, he kept his smirk in place and his eyes on Vin's lazy but sexy grin and stripped off the soft pants before either of the others could offer to do so--or worse still, suggest he remain in them to keep the tease up for him while they enjoyed more freedom.
"What did Billy send?" he asked, backing away from Vin and turning his head towards Hugh at the last minute.
Oh...
Hugh had lazily stretched as soon as his clothing had hit the floor, watching the pair on the weird and wonderful bench for a moment before moving to the supplies that the barkeeper had provided.
"Everything under the sun apparently," Hugh squinted at a jar and grinned when he realized the honey had actually been provided. Another chuckle sounded as he held up a large carrot.
"All these carrots and not a bunny for miles," he murmured.
The analogy was obvious, even to a supposed innocent like Greg. What on earth was Billy suggesting? Or was it some kind of joke?
"Uh... I don't do vegetables," Greg told Hugh worriedly, unsure what could be behind the smirk aimed his way now.
Slanting a look back towards Vin, he took a step backwards. Vin had said he'd be watching out for him, and Greg knew he'd never let anything bad happen, but he didn't know this guy and with the fight between Jack and Sawyer still fresh in his mind, an altercation between the two big men--both bigger than either of the previous fighters, it had to be said--was no more welcome in his mind than being impaled on a garden vegetable.
"Although," he tried bravely, since the grin on Hugh's face didn't seem the least bit menacing, really, unless he regularly used carrots instead of the impressive weapon between his legs for his sexual relief, "I have been known to chew on the odd one now and again. Can think of something else I'd rather have in my mouth, though," he dropped his eyes to the still very erect object in question, causing another deep throb to go through his own. No, definitely no waning of interest in his nether regions despite the carrot threat.
"Uh... not that I'd chew that," he suddenly remembered to assure the man, "unless that's your kink, that is..." Greg was sure his face must be scarlet by now. This guy would think he was a total amateur!
Hugh glanced at him in surprise, then looked at the carrot in his hand.
"You think...?" he said slowly, then laughed again in genuine amusement. "It's okay, kid. I don't abuse vegetables. I assume your barkeeper's doing a dig about my nicknames for others."
He tossed the carrot to one side and opened the honey jar, dipping his finger into the gooey mass and sucking it off.
"You can calm down now," he grinned, "Look, if I make you nervous, you can focus on Wolfie here and I'll watch for a bit. I don't mind."
Well, parts of him seriously did mind but he knew damned well what it was like in that situation. Hugh grinned and sucked more honey off from his fingers, allowing it to be lingering.
"Although I'd definitely prefer if you didn't chew my bits," he added, "Let's just say I'm just starting out in this business. Don't want to go straight to expert, right?"
"Carrot?" Greg said, "Nickname?" but he was secretly relieved that it was some joke of Billy's. He wondered briefly about the reference to bunnies and who he'd be nicknaming along those lines, but in the end it hardly mattered--they all fucked like bunnies around here, so it wasn't really an insult.
Having spent long enough just observing the light banter and especially watching Hugh's stunning body being revealed, Vin thought it prudent to speak up before he embarrassed himself by begging. His eyes followed Hugh's tongue wrap around a honey-glistening digit and his erection bounced against his belly with his elevated breathing.
"I don't mind playing with just our lovely Greg here," he said gruffly, "but I'm sure we wouldn't mind sharing." Vin pulled Greg over to nestle between his legs at an angle to show the evidence of their desires bumping against each other.
"I'd really prefer you use those 'expert' fingers here and carry through on your promise to smear that honey all over me, instead of eating it all by your lonesome." The bantering order was followed by a heated gaze and damping of his lips.
Hugh slowly pushed his finger into the sticky, golden honey and lazily raised it again. The honey glistened in the light as he rotated the finger this way and that, studying it with such intensity that anyone watching would be fooled into thinking it held the answer to life itself.
"Well..." he replied, "I'm remarkably comfy over here. So how about you come to me, eh? Then we can see which areas we can glaze."
A lazy grin aimed itself at the wolf.
Getting pulled into Vin's firmness made Greg gasp for a second, but looking at Hugh sucking the honey off his fingers like that was just sinful. God! Greg had no inhibitions about being watched any more, but Vin was right, sharing was infinitely more fun. And he really wanted to try some of the honey spread across inviting flesh.
Licking his lips suggestively, Greg smiled more easily now the question of carrots had been answered and leaned into Vin further, rubbing their cocks even closer together.
"Yeah, c'mon," he agreed with Vin, eyebrows waggling, "I could help you lick it off once we've coated him sufficiently."
Vin tossed his head back laughing outright. "The boy has spoken, can't disappoint him, now can we?" Nudging Greg before him, he pushed off the bench and took the step or two separating them from Hugh's chair.
A matching grin wreathed his face as he stared down at the man visually mapping his frame. Yeah, Hugh could definitely become a man Vin wouldn't mind riding with, to use a phrase from his cavalry days. The internal pun lifted a corner of his lips and his eyes twinkled in lusty amusement.
Keeping his eyes locked with Hugh's, Vin leaned down and stuck out his tongue to run over and around the heavily coated finger, swiping most of the honey. A purr rumbling from his chest, Vin turned enough to kiss Greg deeply, sharing the sticky sweetness.
Greg groaned as his mouth was filled with stickiness and Vin's tongue in about equal parts. He reached hands out blindly for something to hold onto and found only Vin in one direction and what had to be Hugh's shoulder--hopefully--in the other.
Vin's hip made for a good grip and their cocks hit each other again, but Greg was pushed slightly off balance as he failed to get a decent grip on the man partly behind him and somehow he ended up on Hugh's lap, Vin's mouth pulling away as he fell.
Disappointed--but not for long as he realized how close to the sticky fingers he'd ended up--Greg offered a soft apology to Hugh before taking the surprised man's hand and wrapping his soft mouth around one of his digits and sucking at the honey as he squirmed more firmly into Hugh's groin.
The noises coming from behind him and the hard press against his ass seemed to indicate Hugh didn't really object.
Well, that hadn't been exactly what Hugh had planned, but it was always wisest to go with the flow, especially when you had a hot youngster on your lap squirming against an area that really didn't need the encouragement.
Fuck, this wasn't fair! Hugh closed his eyes as he gathered his strength and willpower before opening them again and focusing on Vin, who had a distinctive smirk on his face.
"Okay." He dipped his head to nibble at Greg's neck for a moment before raising it again. "You two are the experts. Start guiding before I explode."
The lovely vision before him brought another rumbling purr from Vin's throat and, if anything, his smirk grew. For all his protests of being out of his depth, Hugh's lusty expressiveness and enjoyment of young Greg belied those protests. Or, Vin pondered, hadn't his new friend been aware in which direction his true sensuality lay?
No matter, Vin thought. As glazed as Hugh's eyes were becoming, he'd soon be popping off, leaving Greg for Vin's enjoyment alone. Not that playing with the ever randy--if klutzy--Greg wasn't most delightful, but Vin wanted Hugh to be a full participant in whatever they got up to.
Leaving Greg to his suckling and Hugh to his nibbling and impatient wiggles, Vin took a vial of oil from the closest cabinet. A couple of adjustments (moving the bench a few inches closer and propping Greg's feet on it) gave Vin full access to the boy's nether regions. Of course, while he worked at stretching Greg, the base of Hugh's throbbing erection and heavy balls were right there for Vin to play with as well.
Greg knew it wouldn't to take much to have him ready since he'd already been with a couple of customers tonight--although last time he'd had a fairly good wash afterwards--but then again, Hugh was pretty big. Besides, Vin had a way with his fingers...
Moaning lightly around the fingers he still suckled, Greg reached out his free hand, looking for the honey jar. Managing to get his fingers into it, he took a scoop and, trailing honey back across them all, offered his own fingers to whoever felt inclined. He liked having his fingers sucked almost as much as his cock.
Hugh had groaned deeply at the feel of a hot, slippery hand caressing him sneakily by the wolf in front of him, nudging upwards impatiently as his lust increased to screaming points. Desperate to get things moving, he seized hold of Greg's hand and licked up his palm before beginning to suckle on the honey coated digits that were so temptingly in front of him.
C'mon, Wolfie! Get the boy ready before he really did explode and embarrass himself in a salty-honey flood!
Greg felt the throbbing increase in his groin as Hugh did just what he'd hoped for and began to suck and lick at his hand. Fuck, if this work wasn't so much better than he'd ever imagined it would be, even though some of the bastards were ugly and rude. Sessions with men like this handsome devil and the always attractive Vin more than made up for that, though.
Biting back his own moans of pleasure as the other two stirred themselves up to a fevered pitch, Vin knelt closer between Greg's thighs. When he was satisfied the boy could take Hugh's girth, he pulled him forward enough to wrap his slicked fist around Hugh's cock. He locked his eyes with the other man as he slowly twisted up and down the length, solely to make sure it was coated thoroughly.
"You ready?" Vin asked gruffly. Not waiting for an answer from either, he yanked Hugh's thighs forward until his ass was at the edge of the seat. Only then did Vin fill his hands with Greg's hips, maneuvering up and then down onto Hugh. Just for a stroke, though. Kneeling up higher he pulled Greg off Hugh to impale the youth on his own needy erection that he'd slicked earlier. He could go on like this for a while... or until one of the others came to their senses and took over control of their pleasure.
Hugh wasn't entirely sure what to do. There were two wonderfully appealing situations that were just begging to him, namely either grabbing hold of Greg and fucking him until he squeaked, or strangling the bastard who seemed content to torment them all in oily slowness.
"You have to be kidding me!" he groaned, "There's sharing and then there's torture! Just fuck him already and then pass him back!"
"Hold your horses," Vin chuckled heatedly. Greg was like putty between them, or the honey his fingers now grasping Vin's shoulders were sticky with. He concentrated on another couple of circuits of impaling Greg alternately on their cocks. Cocks and balls rubbed across each other during the exchanges, elevating Vin's desire rapidly. Soon Greg's thighs high on his waist, and Hugh's lower along his hips were quivering.
Greg relaxed, knowing Vin would never let anything happen to him that he wasn't completely comfortable with, and guessing that this customer was more interested in being in control--or close to it--than he'd let on, he allowed all that both other men were doing to him. Gripping Vin's shoulders once Hugh had let them out of his mouth--and it had to be said that suckling alone had pretty much relaxed him further than almost anything else, despite what it did by sending shooting pulses of need right through his cock--he simply held on and rode as hard as he was guided to.
One last time Vin pushed Greg down on Hugh and leant in to seize the man's lips in a brutal kiss. He wanted--no needed--to taste Hugh coming apart in passion.
And this position was just plain awkward, but Hugh really wasn't in a place to shove Greg over the nearest surface and fuck him silly. His strength had been zapped from Greg's tight, hot body gripping his cock; the boy already moving on him eagerly and managing to turn the throbbing in his body into full blown agony. Hugh groaned deep in his throat and desperately kissed Vin back, his eyes closing as his little charge bounced up and down on his lap like a sugar-fuelled kangaroo and found a whole new world in pleasure.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Okay, next time he was going to insist that furniture remained out of the room. He had never felt so damned powerless before; someone else choosing what happened and when, and his frustration was such that Hugh bit at Vin's lip before he realized what had happened.
"Okay, whoa!" he said after a few more thrusts, unable to hold himself any further. He pressed a kiss against Vin's lips again before gently pushing him back and guiding the surprised boy off from his little perch. Hugh winked at him.
"I'm not posh enough for that. Stick your hands on the chair and your arse in the air, kiddo." He stroked sticky fingers down Greg's side and immediately thrust back into him as soon as the boy had taken the requested position. Oh God yes, that was better! Hugh slammed into him again and again, feeling the boy grip him as much as he could, which simply improved the sensation. Okay, so he was probably giving Vin an interesting rear view but he could apologize for his rudeness a little later on. For now, his cock did the thinking.
"Jesus, fuck..." Greg murmured as Hugh pounded into him. He knew he was going to feel this for some time after tonight, but right now Greg really didn't care. It just felt so damned good to have a decent fuck for a change. Beyond the sensations running through him, he really didn't want to think, least of all about a certain member of the constabulary, who probably wouldn't be happy to know what Greg was doing right now. Pushing that out of his head before it could take control, Greg pushed back against Hugh even harder.
The bite surprised but pleased Vin. He'd wondered how long it would take for a supposed alpha male to bristle at being maneuvered and turn the tables to take charge. As much as the delicious sight of Hugh's taut ass was, Vin needed release himself. He lined up to slide slickly along Hugh's crease, lying over his back to pant hotly into Hugh's ear and nip at the angle where neck met shoulder.
"Don't worry 'bout me back here," he rasped, Hugh's plundering of Greg's depths enough to keep his need happy. Somehow he found the pot of honey on the first blind stretch and brought his sticky fingers to Greg's mouth as he wound his other hand around the boy's erection. Again, Hugh's thrusts dictated the speed of Greg pushing through his fist.
Just as Greg thought having Hugh working out his frustrations inside him was enough, suddenly some added pressure and a couple of hands in strategic places made him groan. Vin was joining the party again! Just managing to lap at the sticky fingers in front of him, Greg had to concentrate now or he'd have lost his load as soon as the heated hand pumped his cock just once. It didn't do to come before the paying customer and that lesson had been well-instilled by now, no matter how clumsy Greg could get at times. Tightening his inner muscles around the monster inside him helped, and Hugh seemed to like that, so Greg kept doing it--tighten, loosen, tighten, loosen--along with each push back as Hugh fucked him.
Despite Vin's words, Hugh felt the slightest hesitation at the unfamiliar sensation of the wolf pressed against his back, but that was soon to leave him at the next few thrusts. He growled softly, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on plundering the young body underneath him, who seemed to be happy to push back as much as he could.
"Be good," he panted back before the words dissolved entirely. Hugh's hands tightened on Greg's hips hard as he thrust once more and stiffened, his body finding the release it so desperately craved--even if it was embarrassingly earlier than he had planned--and shooting deep within the young whore's body with a breathless cry.
Hugh's pause and then tightening of his cheeks during his shuddering release was almost as good as being buried within his virgin territory. Growling in Hugh's ear, Vin spilled between tautly muscled globes and their sweat-slicked bodies. How Greg was managing to hold out was beyond Vin's sated comprehension at the moment.
Jesus! Hugh was fucking huge! But Greg was well prepared and the whole sawing back and forth thing had kept him teetering at the edge for what felt like hours. He'd probably not have made it this far if he hadn't already been allowed to come already tonight, nevertheless. Mr. Grissom was pretty generous in that respect, unlike the other sad bastard Greg had been with.
Feeling the two men behind him spill over was enough though and that last thrust in tandem with Vin's relentless pumping of his cock had his own orgasm bursting out a mere moment behind the other two. The only thought in his head at that point was that the two of them wouldn't crush him when they all collapsed onto the floor, completely wasted.
Somehow managing to stay where he was, held up by shaky arms, Greg's chest heaved with the effort of breathing as he waited for the man inside him to withdraw.
"Fuck, you're pretty damned good for someone new to this," he murmured.
Hugh laughed and gave the boy a friendly slap on the hip.
"This bit I'm not too bad at." Although to be fair, doing it in the light was still a bit of a novelty. "Though I'm still getting used to furniture being involved."
He slowly slipped out of the young man's body, licking the salty sweat with the tip of his tongue from Greg's shoulder and feeling the strange sensation of Vin's seed lazily trickling down his thigh. Hugh glanced over his shoulder at the wolf who was still pressed up against his back, turning him into the unexpected filling for the sandwich, and gave him a cocky grin.
"So... you gonna move or are we going to squish the kid?"
Vin tasted again the heated flesh of Hugh's neck and shoulder with a rumbling, contented purr. Rolling back to his haunches he moved upright with a flex of thigh muscles. Once flopped into the other chair, Vin poured and then took a healthy draught of beer before holding out the glass to the other two.
"Once we've caught our breaths, towels are in cabinet for quick cleanups. Then a nice shower, yeah?" He looked under a couple of the covered dishes and popped a cherry tomato into his mouth. "And yeah," Vin raked Hugh with a heated gaze, "you're damn fine for a newcomer."
He then patted his thigh, "C'mon Greg, I know your bottomless pit of a belly has to be empty again."
As Vin patted his thigh in a teasing way to the kid, Hugh stretched lazily before prowling the short distance towards the food. His body ached in a way that was disturbingly pleasant, every single muscle used and abused and God, that was a pleasant feeling.
He stole a bread roll and took a wolfish bite as he stepped back and watched Greg in amusement. It was amazing what kids learned these days.
Greg grinned and pushed himself upright once the men behind him had moved. Standing up, he ran a rough hand through his hair, making it stand up in spikes as he moved closer to take up Vin's invitation. He stroked a warm hand down Hugh's side casually as he passed. Somehow, the man didn't seem the sort of fellow to get annoyed by the casual touches he was just beginning to understand were acceptable around here.
"As it happens, I do have some space..." he smirked, easing his tired body down onto Vin's lap, "What did Billy send up? Anything you want to share with me?"
Greg licked his lips suggestively as he wrapped an arm around his favourite bouncer's shoulder, and then offered him a slow kiss.
Hugh had smiled at the little touch across his skin, although it slowly slipped away as he watched the surprisingly tender moment between the other two. Finally he had to look away, the bread hard to swallow in his throat as it mixed with the guilt. This was what he was here to do, making contacts, friends, in order to get ever closer to the target, but the job was getting more and more difficult with each day that passed. He sighed internally. If he had his way, he would have stayed with the part time thieving and sheep, but this wasn't his way and never would be.
Hugh looked back to watch them, noting the friendly ease that they had together as they played, and forced himself to move. Yeah, he was a traitor but for a moment, just for a moment, he could pretend he wasn't. Jackman walked behind Vin's chair, gently stroking down Greg's arm before sliding his hands over the broad shoulders of the wolf and beginning to knead the muscles.
Vin purred against Greg's lips, then tipped his head back to give Hugh an appreciative smile.
"You can stop that in... forever," he rumbled, smile growing. He reached a hand back, brushing the backs of his knuckles up the toned flesh of Hugh's chest. "Aren't you feeling a bit peckish yourself?" Feeling magnanimously sated, he patted the broad arm of the chair. "Have a seat and we can share the fare together."
"If I sit on that chair arm I'll probably break it, so you can feed me over your shoulder," Hugh replied cheerfully, continuing with his massage. "I'll eat it from your fingers. Just no lettuce, that's just green stuff masquerading as food."
Grinning again at Vin's antics with Hugh, Greg leaned over to check out what other food was under the covers. Billy had thought of their bellies as well as licking potential, evidently. There was an assortment of salad foods and cold meat, as well as all manner of spreads and condiments. Greg dipped his still sticky fingers into some kind of sauce and then licked them clean before reaching for some cold chicken. Turning back to offer a piece to Vin, he smiled at Hugh to let him know he was more than welcome here.
If the food gave them some more energy, perhaps the man would think about another round... or if he wasn't up for that, perhaps he'd come back again sometime.
Making conversation, Greg grasped upon the first thing he could think of. "So, who brought you here, Mr. Hugh?"
Hugh kneaded a particularly stiff spot in Vin's right shoulder and grinned toward Greg at the question.
"Sawyer did. Not sure he was supposed to, but I think the bosses are planning to have quiet words with him over protocol rather than boot me out the door. Dunno where he is now though, I keep losing him. Man needs a dog collar and a lead."
Eyes meeting Greg's, Vin chuckled, "Ya don’t know how true that is." He refilled his glass with beer and held it up to Hugh. "Have a slug or two, and Greg can find something to satisfy our healthy appetites." His free hand caressed Greg's flank, glad the boy wasn't squirming as if in discomfort from their earlier play.
Greg nearly choked with laughter at Hugh's comment about a collar and leash for Sawyer. He evidently didn't know about Naveen.
Smiling back at Vin as the man smoothed a hand over his skin, he reached for more meat, dipping it into one of the nearby sauces and holding it up for Hugh as soon as he'd handed the beer mug back to Vin.
Hugh gratefully accepted the beer, taking a few large mouthfuls before handing it back and leaning over the warmth of Vin's shoulder to suck the sauce covered meat from Greg's fingers. Okay, he could get used to being hand fed easily enough.
He glanced between them curiously.
"So I assume by that you two have a sneaking suspicion where my little sponsor has disappeared to?"
Vin squeezed Greg's side to keep him silent when the boy opened his lips. "Well, could be he's having his 'quiet words' with someone, but that would be his tale to tell you." Internally Vin winced, surmising it was highly probable that the client with Naveen downstairs had been Hugh's errant sponsor.
Taking up Greg's hand, Vin's eyes glittered as he stared into Hugh's and suckled off any remaining sauce and Hugh's taste.
He might be clumsy and unknowing, but Greg knew a hint when he felt one, and he shut his mouth again as soon as Vin squeezed him. He wasn't sure why they weren't saying anything about Sawyer and Naveen, but he'd trust Vin's better judgment on that. He had thought warning Hugh about Sawyer's Dom might be a good idea if he was going to be hanging around here, considering how funny the two of them were whenever someone else--especially another customer, rather than a paid whore--got caught in the middle of their game, whatever that was all about. It had been bad enough the other night when Greg had been the one caught up in Naveen's mood over Sawyer's behavior.
Forgetting all this as Vin started sucking at his fingers, Greg felt a throb of desire wind through him tightly. Oh, God! He swallowed deeply, and as soon as Vin released his fingers, reached for more of the meat, dipping it even more generously in the sauce so that it dripped over his hand as he held it up again, hoping like hell the process would be repeated.
Hugh looked between them suspiciously, knowing a topic change when he heard it and that the pair suspected where Sawyer was lurking.
"Guess it doesn't matter," he replied after a pause, "It's not as though I own the man."
Everyone was allowed their little secrets after all, although he felt an unexpected stab of upset that Sawyer wasn't telling him something that was apparently common knowledge in the house. He sighed softly and watched as more meat was obtained; Greg's hand receiving a lava flow of sauce as it lazily drizzled down it. Hugh leaned over to steal it before Vin did, his stomach forcing him onwards, and had to lick away the sauce from his bottom lip as the plundering didn't go quite as cleanly as he had hoped.
A brief glimmer lit Vin's eyes before he struck. Greg's fingers, Hugh's mouth, and sauce just begging to be lapped up were right there before his face. His tongue caught a slender wrist, palm, swiped over Hugh's angular chin, the bottom bow of his lips, and then plunged deep inside.
From the licks alone, Vin knew young Greg would soon be ready to go again. At the least he would be good for stirring up his and Hugh's passions for a bit more play either here or in the large shower down the hall.
And it was clear they were planning to kill him though exhaustion, but that wasn't exactly a bad way to go. Hugh felt himself stir again, his body clearly being suicidal, and deepened the kiss. His hands smoothed over the firm muscles in front of him, moving every so often to a part of Greg's body--arm, leg, chest, whatever turned up--and caressed it gently just to make sure the young man was still there and eager.
Finally he broke away, gasping for air.
"If you want to find yourself shoved over a chair, you're going the right away about it," he advised Vin cheerfully.
Oh, God... the licking and sucking were having the desired effect on Greg's young body by now, and the gentle touches from Hugh and the majorly hot kiss between the other two men really didn't slow his reactions down. He might have already had a couple of orgasms tonight, but he definitely wasn't having any trouble getting it up, anyway.
He laughed when Hugh talked about bending Vin over a chair. He couldn't see that happening any time soon. Vin had never bent over for anyone that he was aware of, which was probably the reason they'd brought Greg in here with them in the first place, since Hugh wasn't the type either. He didn't mind though, it wasn't like they were making him feel like just an object or anything. That was one of the great things about Vin and part of why Greg liked him so much--that he never made Greg feel stupid or anything. Hugh certainly seemed to be shaping up well too.
"We've done some of that, you wanna try something different?" he grinned, getting off Vin's lap and reaching for some more of the cherry tomatoes that Vin had already shared with him. Popping a couple in his mouth, Greg leaned over Vin, his rigid cock mere inches from the man's chest as he used a strong shoulder as a prop, and offered the few tomatoes left in his hand to Hugh, chewing the ones in his mouth slowly and looking at him sexily from under his long lashes.
Hugh took the tomatoes as though they might explode on him, rotating them in his hand as he studied Greg thoughtfully.
"You had something in mind, perhaps?" he queried, before popping one of the tomatoes slowly into his mouth.
Greg let his smile widen as he moved backward far enough to lift the beer mug up and take a large mouthful. He swirled it in his mouth for a second, then let it chase the tomatoes down. From there, he scooped a handful of some kind of dip from one of the bowls and slathered it across Vin's chest, then kneeled between the man's legs and began to lick the pleasantly flavored stuff off, moving slowly downward.
All the while, he kept his eyes trained on Hugh's face.
Partway down, he stopped long enough to say, "After all, this was the original suggestion, I believe. Care to join me, or perhaps you'd prefer to watch this round and I can repeat the favor for you in a while..." his tongue came out again and he shifted his eyes to Vin's face for a moment.
That was definitely interest he was feeling between Vin's legs, he was sure. Grinning as he licked more, he placed his hands on Vin's thighs, smoothing the excess oil from earlier over them as he checked Hugh's face once more.
Hugh moved to get a better view.
"Much as I'm a little peckish," he replied, unable to look away from the licking. "I don't think there's enough room for both of us to start tasting the fruits, eh? Unless you get him standing and I can take the rear... so to speak."
Greg's seductive licks, strokes, and sultry looks were working well, but not so much so that Vin didn't catch the reluctance in Hugh's voice. Groaning reluctantly himself, he stilled Greg's fingers and then pulled his face up. A deep sigh expanded his chest as he gathered Greg tight against his chest.
"I don't think our new friend here is into food play, no matter how sexy you are making it look... feel." Though speaking to Greg, Vin looked up over his shoulder and gave Hugh a soft smile. "How 'bout we move our little party to the shower room and see what develops as we slip and slide getting each other clean?"
"Hey, I'm into food play or whatever it is you guys call it," Hugh protested immediately, "Especially if we're talking about the honey jar. I'm just getting the logistics right. I like a bit of space to work."
He winked. "You get up and let me take the back and I'm sure we can get on just fine."
Greg felt a little disappointed as Vin spoke and pulled him away from his feast, but then Hugh's words seemed to imply there was still fun to be had. Confused, Greg tried for a smile as he pulled himself reluctantly away from Vin.
"Perhaps..." he tried, looking from one to the other, aware that he was only there because neither of these proud men were willing to be fucked by the other, even if they had been good to him so far, "...perhaps we should just get cleaned up now? We can still have some fun in the shower, and then... sometimes..." he bit his lip nervously, unsure if dancing--which sometimes happened at this stage of these parties--was really worth mentioning, considering what they'd just been doing.
He doubted Hugh was much into dancing with men anyway, though Vin could sometimes be talked into it. For himself, Greg really enjoyed it, especially since it was the one place he was likely to get the opportunity to dance with another man without feeling odd about it. An image of Nick went through his mind suddenly and his eyes dropped, a small sadness coursing through him that he had to do this, no matter how enjoyable or how pleasant the company was, when he'd so much rather be spending time with his favourite policeman.
His cock didn't feel quite as hard as it had been, but he couldn't be the party pooper, not when he was paid for his services.
"Anyway," he smiled brightly, looking up again before the others sensed his mood falling, "...sometimes the partying goes on all night, and there's usually something good to watch if you've had your fill of games for the night."
Allowing his smile to grow as he looked back towards the bouncer, he reached out for Vin's hand and let his gaze fall to the man's cock, which wasn't exactly soft even now. That sent a little shiver of delight through him, as he'd known it would. Food here, or water and slipperiness in the shower, he would definitely be up for the last round if their customer was still keen--no matter what his preference was.
Vin stroked down Greg's flank, much as he would've done for a nervous colt. He guided their joined hands to his once again firming flesh. "As good as another round with the three of us rolling stickily on the matting--to give Hugh the room he'd prefer--sounds," Vin winked up to the other man, "we shouldn't keep him to ourselves. I'm sure we can take care of whatever is still 'arising' in the shower, then head down to see how the party's been fairing without us, yeah?"
Young and seemingly insatiable as Greg was, Vin wasn't going to deliberately exhaust the boy on this big night when there was so much for the youth to still enjoy downstairs. And Hugh; Vin looked again to the handsome Australian. He wouldn't mind refueling with some refreshments in a quiet corner as they watched the party antics and bonded on other levels. Yeah, Vin smiled wolfishly, a little down time could be used to explore whatever Hugh had touched on earlier about getting Eric agreeably randy and bent over some day soon.
Greg smiled more at Vin's suggestion and their hands stroked a few quick times over the hard cock in their hands, then letting go, Greg moved across the room to find them all towels. Throwing one to Vin, he approached Hugh and hitched another around his slim hips, tucking it in with a suggestive look upwards from under his lashes, and then attended to his own before helping the others gather up their discarded clothing.
For once deciding that talk wasn't needed, he allowed Vin to lead their guest to the nearby bathroom as he brought up the rear.
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On to Chapter 55
Back to Chapter 54a
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
'Honey Honey' Abba
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Once through the door to the Diamond room, Greg turned and backed up a couple of steps, his eyes swinging hesitantly between the two bigger men, although his cheeky grin hadn't abated.
Hugh had moved to the door as soon as the hand on his belt had stopped leading him like a puppy dog, closing the door behind them and turning to lean casually against it.
"Well," he drawled, watching the youngster who was near trembling with excitement. "Greg, is it?"
Hugh stretched lazily and stepped forward, casually taking off his shirt and tossing it towards one of the chairs against the wall in a vague nod to tidiness. He kicked off his boots and socks and unfastened his belt, ready for action if necessary. Besides which, he didn't have the money to have clothing ruined by food and random sticky things.
"And what do you prefer to do, little one?" he asked with a grin, then looked at Vin who had a particularly hungry look on his face. He gave the wolf a gentle punch on the arm. "Watch it, Wolfie. You look like you want to eat our little lamb whole, and I'm sure he'd taste better with sauce. Right?" He glanced back at Greg in amusement.
If anything, Vin's smile grew as Hugh's upper body was revealed. "Nah, just enjoying the sights," he replied, then reached for Greg.
"Don't get too far away. While we wait for our supplies, let's get better acquainted. Mr. Hugh here wasn't too sure we employed boys who could take a 'bit of rough'. What say you, young Greg; care to show him how simple kisses can be anything but soft and girly?"
Standing so Hugh could get the full benefit, Vin pulled Greg close and slanted his mouth over the boy's. He filled his large palms with Greg's firm curves as their tongues tangled and small, male, lusty noises flowed from both of them.
The large hands drawing him near ground Greg into Vin's solid form, his cock feeling hotter than July as they kissed. Greg felt his desire spiral uncontrollably as he gave in to the deliciousness of Vin's mouth. Finally, desperate for air, he pulled back without losing the contact between their lower bodies.
'Mr. Hugh', as Vin had called the man now eyeing them both up hungrily, had a similar accent to Eric and looked about the same size, if a bit slimmer. If Greg was any judge, that certainly extended to places other than height....
"I'm open to suggestion..." Greg managed, breathing heavily as he licked at his lips and attempted to return the look that scorched his skin like desert sand. "And I've always thought sauce could only add to the delights of tasty meat."
Hugh had been watching from his position in curiosity and hunger, never really having the opportunity to watch before. Fumbling in the dark was good fun but ruined observations, and having more than one bloke around who dabbled was a rarity in itself.
"Hmmmmmm," he purred, stepping forward and running his hands over Vin's back. "Doing a good job there, little lamb. Good for warming up all types of meat."
His hand drifted downwards and over the rise of Vin's backside, squeezing it hard before pressing himself against the wolf's back. He met Greg's gaze over Vin's rather substantial shoulder and gave him a lazy grin.
"How about you focus on his front and I'll tackle things from back here?" he murmured. "We can add the sauces when they get here if you feel hungry."
Vin's eyebrow lofted high as Hugh plastered himself along his back. He winked broadly at Greg before growling over his shoulder. "Feels good, for now, but our Greg here is a randy young boy, and would make a much more delightful cream filling."
Ignoring the lust coursing through his body from the boy at his front and the very large, hard body at his back, Vin slid the small vest off Greg's shoulders and began opening the buttons of his shirt. "Wouldn't you like to feel all this masculinity pressed to my back against yours... or along your front?"
As he pulled the shirt-tails from Greg's britches, Vin leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm right here the whole time love; not gonna let anything you don't want happen," he alluded to Hugh being new to the house and unknown to both of them as a sexual partner. Despite being randy himself, Vin was not about to let anything happen to one of his boys. After licking the shell of Greg's ear to get the boy shivering in passion again, Vin spun the now shirtless Greg to face Hugh.
"Greg and I can keep kissin' if you insist, but wouldn't you rather join in?" he challenged Hugh with another arch of his eyebrow.
"Interrupt a wolf with his meal?" Hugh grinned lazily, having suspected his little target was going to remove itself swiftly. "Not sure I should dare..."
He gently ran his hand over Greg's cheekbone and captured the boy's chin, smiling gently at him. He stepped forward a little; enough to allow the boy to know he was interested, but not too far to make the kid feel like he had absolutely no route of escape if he felt the need.
"Poor little lamb," he murmured. "Although I'm sure you're not quite as innocent as you look, right?"
The kid probably had more than enough experience compared to Hugh's own, which was just plain embarrassing. He winked and gently pressed his mouth against Greg's, as soft and as gentle as if he was kissing a lady of the manor. As soon as he felt the boy respond, he traced his tongue across Greg's lips and kissed him deeply with the same care as before. His hand slid up Greg's side and his nails ran over sensitive skin. Truth be told, the kid was a little too young and innocent looking for his own personal tastes--Hugh had a nasty feeling he might break him--but Greg certainly knew his stuff and the only hardship that was likely would be located in their trousers.
"Aren't you just the cutest," he grinned. "And probably cheeky with it, hmm?"
As he aligned himself along Greg's back, Vin snorted quietly that Hugh was kissing the boy as softly as if he were spun candy. Secretly he was pleased the man was allowing Greg the option to take things further or rougher as he pleased.
Still, Vin's hands were gentle on Greg's skin, following the opposite path Hugh's had. He nuzzled softly under the hair at Greg's nape while reaching around to pluck the boy's nipples lightly. Hoping all the while these so soft touches from both burly men would soon prove too soft and gentle, provoking Greg to insist on more.
Greg mostly just smiled at Hugh's words, having figured out with most new clients that he made a better impression if he didn't say too much.
The attention from both of the bigger men was driving him almost to distraction though--gentleness was all very well and fine if you were a boy who liked being a girl, but that really wasn't Greg's style.
"I'm not that much of a lamb," he growled eventually between soft kisses and light caresses, "You may have the wrong impression of me if you've been looking at some of the boys here." Flicking a look sexily back at Vin, Greg decided to take the bull by the horn, so to speak. Placing a firm hand hard against the heated groin in front of him, he used his other hand to tug Hugh closer at the neck so he could thrust his tongue roughly into the surprised man's mouth. At the same time, he squeezed the heated length under his hand and bumped his ass back against Vin's obvious erection.
"Quit playing, I'm no innocent," he managed between aggressive licks and bites at the new man's mouth, his hand continuing to stroke over the enclosed length under his touch.
And so much for conversation. Regardless of how horny he was and how much his groin throbbed--and oh yes, it was throbbing agonizingly badly--Hugh doubted whether he would ever get used to the situation where all that stood between him and a shag was a nod of the head, name not required, let alone anything else. He had a sneaking suspicion this situation was also likely to end up on his personal bill, which meant that the bank really did need to be assessed for weaknesses before long if he ever wanted to eat without going through other people's rubbish or catching the damned things himself.
He shrugged to himself internally as he pulled the boy closer--it was only polite, after all--and deepened the kiss. Clearly this was how it was done in this house, along with the whips and the dungeons and the things that he wasn't even sure what they did, and when in Rome you had to do as the Romans did. Or who the Romans did, for that matter. And all this impersonality had to help when it came to digging Bana out of his little hole, right?
His eyes strayed to Vin for a moment, someone who in Oz he would have happily wanted to call a proper mate, before closing them once again. Jesus. He must have seriously drunk too much if he was getting homesick.
His kiss grew hungrier and his hips pushed hard into Greg's hand as Hugh dropped his thoughts and simply went for the sensations. A little growl vibrated in the back of his throat as he kissed the boy deeper and his hands slid down Greg's side.
"Guess you'd better tell the guy behind you," he pointed out as they came up for a little air, "He's in the right position to do stuff."
"Just waiting for the refreshments," Vin replied as a soft knock at the door preceded it opening to reveal a couple of servants. He smirked, knowing he was partly responsible for stirring up the other two. A small table was set up between two arm chairs and laid with a pitcher of beer, bottle of whiskey, glasses, and covered trays with whatever foodstuffs Billy had selected.
Knowing they were to be in the bed-less Diamond Room, Vin noted the pervy little Scotsman had also sent up a padded bench like one from the playroom, only not sporting eye bolts for restraints and other accoutrements. Vin's eyes met Hugh's over Greg’s shoulder and he arched an eyebrow. His grin grew as he directed the bench to be placed before one of the chairs. Yeah, anyone familiar with stables, as he assumed the Aussie was, would instantly snap to its similarity to a saddle stand, and other uses besides holding a saddle.
Hugh watched in disbelief at the padded bench that was being set up, giving Vin a startled look before staring at it again as though it might have vanished in the meantime. Okay, so there weren't any additional bits and pieces but still....
"In the mood for extra props, eh?" he raised an eyebrow. Jesus, he was well out of his depth here.
Vin shrugged, smirk firmly in place. "Blame the barman, Billy; randy-hearted little soul." He pulled the lust-hazed Greg from Hugh's arms and motioned the older man to a seat. "See what else he sent up to accompany the honey you requested. Though you have to admit the bench will be a nice 'prop' with which you two can finish slathering me for your feast."
To Greg, Vin rumbled in the boy's ear, "Why don't you help all three of us out of our confining trousers? Unless Hugh here is the bashful type, and prefers to keep that lovely bulge trapped?" he challenged lightly with a broad wink in said bulge's direction.
Jackman laughed at that. Bashful was definitely not in the nearby area.
"I think I could probably cope with some freedom right about now, Wolfie," he confirmed as he moved to the chair and sank down on it, "If your boy's good."
"Ohh Gregory; now that sounds like a challenge." Vin gave the boy a tiny love-bite below one ear and tweaked Greg's taut nubbins before nudging him toward Hugh.
Once Greg wobbled in that direction, Vin moved forward in a loose-hipped stroll. He half sat, half leaned back on the bench, the angle thrusting out the sizable bulge trapped within his own trousers.
Decisions, decisions, Greg thought as his eye was drawn from one bulge to another. Gulping, he figured he might as well follow his feet since that was supposedly the bigger challenge--no pun intended--and start on the new guy. Nearing the tall Australian, he reached for the waistband of Hugh's trousers and began undoing the belt buckle. Sneaking a look upwards at the man's face, he grinned shyly as he noted the increased breathing, the dilated eyes and the slight beading of sweat on the man's upper lip. Oh yes, he was hungry like the wolf, alright.
Greg managed to get the trousers open, and further a pulse of interest went through his own cock as the monster hove into view. Christ! Greg's throat felt dry suddenly. He wasn't sure if he could cope with that, although he was certainly willing to give it a try... with proper lubrication, of course. Swallowing hard again, Greg flicked his eyes upwards once more, then pushed Hugh's trousers down his legs, keeping well clear of the giant cock for now, and helping him get out of the pants.
Licking his lips, Greg backed up, nodding and grinning, wondering how in hell he was making himself move away, when he caught sight of Vin out of the corner of his eye and he remembered what the self control was all about.
"Carry on... uh... find something to go with the meat..." he managed in Hugh's direction before kneeling down in front of Vin. Talk about Greg's lucky night, really... although a niggle in the back of his head tried to remind him that it would be so much better with Nick. Greg pushed the thought away before it could take hold, and repeated the favor for Vin, dealing to his trousers even more quickly than he had with Hugh's.
Christ! He really had to get his own pants off soon; they really were becoming far too restrictive. Scrabbling backwards, he kept his smirk in place and his eyes on Vin's lazy but sexy grin and stripped off the soft pants before either of the others could offer to do so--or worse still, suggest he remain in them to keep the tease up for him while they enjoyed more freedom.
"What did Billy send?" he asked, backing away from Vin and turning his head towards Hugh at the last minute.
Oh...
Hugh had lazily stretched as soon as his clothing had hit the floor, watching the pair on the weird and wonderful bench for a moment before moving to the supplies that the barkeeper had provided.
"Everything under the sun apparently," Hugh squinted at a jar and grinned when he realized the honey had actually been provided. Another chuckle sounded as he held up a large carrot.
"All these carrots and not a bunny for miles," he murmured.
The analogy was obvious, even to a supposed innocent like Greg. What on earth was Billy suggesting? Or was it some kind of joke?
"Uh... I don't do vegetables," Greg told Hugh worriedly, unsure what could be behind the smirk aimed his way now.
Slanting a look back towards Vin, he took a step backwards. Vin had said he'd be watching out for him, and Greg knew he'd never let anything bad happen, but he didn't know this guy and with the fight between Jack and Sawyer still fresh in his mind, an altercation between the two big men--both bigger than either of the previous fighters, it had to be said--was no more welcome in his mind than being impaled on a garden vegetable.
"Although," he tried bravely, since the grin on Hugh's face didn't seem the least bit menacing, really, unless he regularly used carrots instead of the impressive weapon between his legs for his sexual relief, "I have been known to chew on the odd one now and again. Can think of something else I'd rather have in my mouth, though," he dropped his eyes to the still very erect object in question, causing another deep throb to go through his own. No, definitely no waning of interest in his nether regions despite the carrot threat.
"Uh... not that I'd chew that," he suddenly remembered to assure the man, "unless that's your kink, that is..." Greg was sure his face must be scarlet by now. This guy would think he was a total amateur!
Hugh glanced at him in surprise, then looked at the carrot in his hand.
"You think...?" he said slowly, then laughed again in genuine amusement. "It's okay, kid. I don't abuse vegetables. I assume your barkeeper's doing a dig about my nicknames for others."
He tossed the carrot to one side and opened the honey jar, dipping his finger into the gooey mass and sucking it off.
"You can calm down now," he grinned, "Look, if I make you nervous, you can focus on Wolfie here and I'll watch for a bit. I don't mind."
Well, parts of him seriously did mind but he knew damned well what it was like in that situation. Hugh grinned and sucked more honey off from his fingers, allowing it to be lingering.
"Although I'd definitely prefer if you didn't chew my bits," he added, "Let's just say I'm just starting out in this business. Don't want to go straight to expert, right?"
"Carrot?" Greg said, "Nickname?" but he was secretly relieved that it was some joke of Billy's. He wondered briefly about the reference to bunnies and who he'd be nicknaming along those lines, but in the end it hardly mattered--they all fucked like bunnies around here, so it wasn't really an insult.
Having spent long enough just observing the light banter and especially watching Hugh's stunning body being revealed, Vin thought it prudent to speak up before he embarrassed himself by begging. His eyes followed Hugh's tongue wrap around a honey-glistening digit and his erection bounced against his belly with his elevated breathing.
"I don't mind playing with just our lovely Greg here," he said gruffly, "but I'm sure we wouldn't mind sharing." Vin pulled Greg over to nestle between his legs at an angle to show the evidence of their desires bumping against each other.
"I'd really prefer you use those 'expert' fingers here and carry through on your promise to smear that honey all over me, instead of eating it all by your lonesome." The bantering order was followed by a heated gaze and damping of his lips.
Hugh slowly pushed his finger into the sticky, golden honey and lazily raised it again. The honey glistened in the light as he rotated the finger this way and that, studying it with such intensity that anyone watching would be fooled into thinking it held the answer to life itself.
"Well..." he replied, "I'm remarkably comfy over here. So how about you come to me, eh? Then we can see which areas we can glaze."
A lazy grin aimed itself at the wolf.
Getting pulled into Vin's firmness made Greg gasp for a second, but looking at Hugh sucking the honey off his fingers like that was just sinful. God! Greg had no inhibitions about being watched any more, but Vin was right, sharing was infinitely more fun. And he really wanted to try some of the honey spread across inviting flesh.
Licking his lips suggestively, Greg smiled more easily now the question of carrots had been answered and leaned into Vin further, rubbing their cocks even closer together.
"Yeah, c'mon," he agreed with Vin, eyebrows waggling, "I could help you lick it off once we've coated him sufficiently."
Vin tossed his head back laughing outright. "The boy has spoken, can't disappoint him, now can we?" Nudging Greg before him, he pushed off the bench and took the step or two separating them from Hugh's chair.
A matching grin wreathed his face as he stared down at the man visually mapping his frame. Yeah, Hugh could definitely become a man Vin wouldn't mind riding with, to use a phrase from his cavalry days. The internal pun lifted a corner of his lips and his eyes twinkled in lusty amusement.
Keeping his eyes locked with Hugh's, Vin leaned down and stuck out his tongue to run over and around the heavily coated finger, swiping most of the honey. A purr rumbling from his chest, Vin turned enough to kiss Greg deeply, sharing the sticky sweetness.
Greg groaned as his mouth was filled with stickiness and Vin's tongue in about equal parts. He reached hands out blindly for something to hold onto and found only Vin in one direction and what had to be Hugh's shoulder--hopefully--in the other.
Vin's hip made for a good grip and their cocks hit each other again, but Greg was pushed slightly off balance as he failed to get a decent grip on the man partly behind him and somehow he ended up on Hugh's lap, Vin's mouth pulling away as he fell.
Disappointed--but not for long as he realized how close to the sticky fingers he'd ended up--Greg offered a soft apology to Hugh before taking the surprised man's hand and wrapping his soft mouth around one of his digits and sucking at the honey as he squirmed more firmly into Hugh's groin.
The noises coming from behind him and the hard press against his ass seemed to indicate Hugh didn't really object.
Well, that hadn't been exactly what Hugh had planned, but it was always wisest to go with the flow, especially when you had a hot youngster on your lap squirming against an area that really didn't need the encouragement.
Fuck, this wasn't fair! Hugh closed his eyes as he gathered his strength and willpower before opening them again and focusing on Vin, who had a distinctive smirk on his face.
"Okay." He dipped his head to nibble at Greg's neck for a moment before raising it again. "You two are the experts. Start guiding before I explode."
The lovely vision before him brought another rumbling purr from Vin's throat and, if anything, his smirk grew. For all his protests of being out of his depth, Hugh's lusty expressiveness and enjoyment of young Greg belied those protests. Or, Vin pondered, hadn't his new friend been aware in which direction his true sensuality lay?
No matter, Vin thought. As glazed as Hugh's eyes were becoming, he'd soon be popping off, leaving Greg for Vin's enjoyment alone. Not that playing with the ever randy--if klutzy--Greg wasn't most delightful, but Vin wanted Hugh to be a full participant in whatever they got up to.
Leaving Greg to his suckling and Hugh to his nibbling and impatient wiggles, Vin took a vial of oil from the closest cabinet. A couple of adjustments (moving the bench a few inches closer and propping Greg's feet on it) gave Vin full access to the boy's nether regions. Of course, while he worked at stretching Greg, the base of Hugh's throbbing erection and heavy balls were right there for Vin to play with as well.
Greg knew it wouldn't to take much to have him ready since he'd already been with a couple of customers tonight--although last time he'd had a fairly good wash afterwards--but then again, Hugh was pretty big. Besides, Vin had a way with his fingers...
Moaning lightly around the fingers he still suckled, Greg reached out his free hand, looking for the honey jar. Managing to get his fingers into it, he took a scoop and, trailing honey back across them all, offered his own fingers to whoever felt inclined. He liked having his fingers sucked almost as much as his cock.
Hugh had groaned deeply at the feel of a hot, slippery hand caressing him sneakily by the wolf in front of him, nudging upwards impatiently as his lust increased to screaming points. Desperate to get things moving, he seized hold of Greg's hand and licked up his palm before beginning to suckle on the honey coated digits that were so temptingly in front of him.
C'mon, Wolfie! Get the boy ready before he really did explode and embarrass himself in a salty-honey flood!
Greg felt the throbbing increase in his groin as Hugh did just what he'd hoped for and began to suck and lick at his hand. Fuck, if this work wasn't so much better than he'd ever imagined it would be, even though some of the bastards were ugly and rude. Sessions with men like this handsome devil and the always attractive Vin more than made up for that, though.
Biting back his own moans of pleasure as the other two stirred themselves up to a fevered pitch, Vin knelt closer between Greg's thighs. When he was satisfied the boy could take Hugh's girth, he pulled him forward enough to wrap his slicked fist around Hugh's cock. He locked his eyes with the other man as he slowly twisted up and down the length, solely to make sure it was coated thoroughly.
"You ready?" Vin asked gruffly. Not waiting for an answer from either, he yanked Hugh's thighs forward until his ass was at the edge of the seat. Only then did Vin fill his hands with Greg's hips, maneuvering up and then down onto Hugh. Just for a stroke, though. Kneeling up higher he pulled Greg off Hugh to impale the youth on his own needy erection that he'd slicked earlier. He could go on like this for a while... or until one of the others came to their senses and took over control of their pleasure.
Hugh wasn't entirely sure what to do. There were two wonderfully appealing situations that were just begging to him, namely either grabbing hold of Greg and fucking him until he squeaked, or strangling the bastard who seemed content to torment them all in oily slowness.
"You have to be kidding me!" he groaned, "There's sharing and then there's torture! Just fuck him already and then pass him back!"
"Hold your horses," Vin chuckled heatedly. Greg was like putty between them, or the honey his fingers now grasping Vin's shoulders were sticky with. He concentrated on another couple of circuits of impaling Greg alternately on their cocks. Cocks and balls rubbed across each other during the exchanges, elevating Vin's desire rapidly. Soon Greg's thighs high on his waist, and Hugh's lower along his hips were quivering.
Greg relaxed, knowing Vin would never let anything happen to him that he wasn't completely comfortable with, and guessing that this customer was more interested in being in control--or close to it--than he'd let on, he allowed all that both other men were doing to him. Gripping Vin's shoulders once Hugh had let them out of his mouth--and it had to be said that suckling alone had pretty much relaxed him further than almost anything else, despite what it did by sending shooting pulses of need right through his cock--he simply held on and rode as hard as he was guided to.
One last time Vin pushed Greg down on Hugh and leant in to seize the man's lips in a brutal kiss. He wanted--no needed--to taste Hugh coming apart in passion.
And this position was just plain awkward, but Hugh really wasn't in a place to shove Greg over the nearest surface and fuck him silly. His strength had been zapped from Greg's tight, hot body gripping his cock; the boy already moving on him eagerly and managing to turn the throbbing in his body into full blown agony. Hugh groaned deep in his throat and desperately kissed Vin back, his eyes closing as his little charge bounced up and down on his lap like a sugar-fuelled kangaroo and found a whole new world in pleasure.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Okay, next time he was going to insist that furniture remained out of the room. He had never felt so damned powerless before; someone else choosing what happened and when, and his frustration was such that Hugh bit at Vin's lip before he realized what had happened.
"Okay, whoa!" he said after a few more thrusts, unable to hold himself any further. He pressed a kiss against Vin's lips again before gently pushing him back and guiding the surprised boy off from his little perch. Hugh winked at him.
"I'm not posh enough for that. Stick your hands on the chair and your arse in the air, kiddo." He stroked sticky fingers down Greg's side and immediately thrust back into him as soon as the boy had taken the requested position. Oh God yes, that was better! Hugh slammed into him again and again, feeling the boy grip him as much as he could, which simply improved the sensation. Okay, so he was probably giving Vin an interesting rear view but he could apologize for his rudeness a little later on. For now, his cock did the thinking.
"Jesus, fuck..." Greg murmured as Hugh pounded into him. He knew he was going to feel this for some time after tonight, but right now Greg really didn't care. It just felt so damned good to have a decent fuck for a change. Beyond the sensations running through him, he really didn't want to think, least of all about a certain member of the constabulary, who probably wouldn't be happy to know what Greg was doing right now. Pushing that out of his head before it could take control, Greg pushed back against Hugh even harder.
The bite surprised but pleased Vin. He'd wondered how long it would take for a supposed alpha male to bristle at being maneuvered and turn the tables to take charge. As much as the delicious sight of Hugh's taut ass was, Vin needed release himself. He lined up to slide slickly along Hugh's crease, lying over his back to pant hotly into Hugh's ear and nip at the angle where neck met shoulder.
"Don't worry 'bout me back here," he rasped, Hugh's plundering of Greg's depths enough to keep his need happy. Somehow he found the pot of honey on the first blind stretch and brought his sticky fingers to Greg's mouth as he wound his other hand around the boy's erection. Again, Hugh's thrusts dictated the speed of Greg pushing through his fist.
Just as Greg thought having Hugh working out his frustrations inside him was enough, suddenly some added pressure and a couple of hands in strategic places made him groan. Vin was joining the party again! Just managing to lap at the sticky fingers in front of him, Greg had to concentrate now or he'd have lost his load as soon as the heated hand pumped his cock just once. It didn't do to come before the paying customer and that lesson had been well-instilled by now, no matter how clumsy Greg could get at times. Tightening his inner muscles around the monster inside him helped, and Hugh seemed to like that, so Greg kept doing it--tighten, loosen, tighten, loosen--along with each push back as Hugh fucked him.
Despite Vin's words, Hugh felt the slightest hesitation at the unfamiliar sensation of the wolf pressed against his back, but that was soon to leave him at the next few thrusts. He growled softly, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on plundering the young body underneath him, who seemed to be happy to push back as much as he could.
"Be good," he panted back before the words dissolved entirely. Hugh's hands tightened on Greg's hips hard as he thrust once more and stiffened, his body finding the release it so desperately craved--even if it was embarrassingly earlier than he had planned--and shooting deep within the young whore's body with a breathless cry.
Hugh's pause and then tightening of his cheeks during his shuddering release was almost as good as being buried within his virgin territory. Growling in Hugh's ear, Vin spilled between tautly muscled globes and their sweat-slicked bodies. How Greg was managing to hold out was beyond Vin's sated comprehension at the moment.
Jesus! Hugh was fucking huge! But Greg was well prepared and the whole sawing back and forth thing had kept him teetering at the edge for what felt like hours. He'd probably not have made it this far if he hadn't already been allowed to come already tonight, nevertheless. Mr. Grissom was pretty generous in that respect, unlike the other sad bastard Greg had been with.
Feeling the two men behind him spill over was enough though and that last thrust in tandem with Vin's relentless pumping of his cock had his own orgasm bursting out a mere moment behind the other two. The only thought in his head at that point was that the two of them wouldn't crush him when they all collapsed onto the floor, completely wasted.
Somehow managing to stay where he was, held up by shaky arms, Greg's chest heaved with the effort of breathing as he waited for the man inside him to withdraw.
"Fuck, you're pretty damned good for someone new to this," he murmured.
Hugh laughed and gave the boy a friendly slap on the hip.
"This bit I'm not too bad at." Although to be fair, doing it in the light was still a bit of a novelty. "Though I'm still getting used to furniture being involved."
He slowly slipped out of the young man's body, licking the salty sweat with the tip of his tongue from Greg's shoulder and feeling the strange sensation of Vin's seed lazily trickling down his thigh. Hugh glanced over his shoulder at the wolf who was still pressed up against his back, turning him into the unexpected filling for the sandwich, and gave him a cocky grin.
"So... you gonna move or are we going to squish the kid?"
Vin tasted again the heated flesh of Hugh's neck and shoulder with a rumbling, contented purr. Rolling back to his haunches he moved upright with a flex of thigh muscles. Once flopped into the other chair, Vin poured and then took a healthy draught of beer before holding out the glass to the other two.
"Once we've caught our breaths, towels are in cabinet for quick cleanups. Then a nice shower, yeah?" He looked under a couple of the covered dishes and popped a cherry tomato into his mouth. "And yeah," Vin raked Hugh with a heated gaze, "you're damn fine for a newcomer."
He then patted his thigh, "C'mon Greg, I know your bottomless pit of a belly has to be empty again."
As Vin patted his thigh in a teasing way to the kid, Hugh stretched lazily before prowling the short distance towards the food. His body ached in a way that was disturbingly pleasant, every single muscle used and abused and God, that was a pleasant feeling.
He stole a bread roll and took a wolfish bite as he stepped back and watched Greg in amusement. It was amazing what kids learned these days.
Greg grinned and pushed himself upright once the men behind him had moved. Standing up, he ran a rough hand through his hair, making it stand up in spikes as he moved closer to take up Vin's invitation. He stroked a warm hand down Hugh's side casually as he passed. Somehow, the man didn't seem the sort of fellow to get annoyed by the casual touches he was just beginning to understand were acceptable around here.
"As it happens, I do have some space..." he smirked, easing his tired body down onto Vin's lap, "What did Billy send up? Anything you want to share with me?"
Greg licked his lips suggestively as he wrapped an arm around his favourite bouncer's shoulder, and then offered him a slow kiss.
Hugh had smiled at the little touch across his skin, although it slowly slipped away as he watched the surprisingly tender moment between the other two. Finally he had to look away, the bread hard to swallow in his throat as it mixed with the guilt. This was what he was here to do, making contacts, friends, in order to get ever closer to the target, but the job was getting more and more difficult with each day that passed. He sighed internally. If he had his way, he would have stayed with the part time thieving and sheep, but this wasn't his way and never would be.
Hugh looked back to watch them, noting the friendly ease that they had together as they played, and forced himself to move. Yeah, he was a traitor but for a moment, just for a moment, he could pretend he wasn't. Jackman walked behind Vin's chair, gently stroking down Greg's arm before sliding his hands over the broad shoulders of the wolf and beginning to knead the muscles.
Vin purred against Greg's lips, then tipped his head back to give Hugh an appreciative smile.
"You can stop that in... forever," he rumbled, smile growing. He reached a hand back, brushing the backs of his knuckles up the toned flesh of Hugh's chest. "Aren't you feeling a bit peckish yourself?" Feeling magnanimously sated, he patted the broad arm of the chair. "Have a seat and we can share the fare together."
"If I sit on that chair arm I'll probably break it, so you can feed me over your shoulder," Hugh replied cheerfully, continuing with his massage. "I'll eat it from your fingers. Just no lettuce, that's just green stuff masquerading as food."
Grinning again at Vin's antics with Hugh, Greg leaned over to check out what other food was under the covers. Billy had thought of their bellies as well as licking potential, evidently. There was an assortment of salad foods and cold meat, as well as all manner of spreads and condiments. Greg dipped his still sticky fingers into some kind of sauce and then licked them clean before reaching for some cold chicken. Turning back to offer a piece to Vin, he smiled at Hugh to let him know he was more than welcome here.
If the food gave them some more energy, perhaps the man would think about another round... or if he wasn't up for that, perhaps he'd come back again sometime.
Making conversation, Greg grasped upon the first thing he could think of. "So, who brought you here, Mr. Hugh?"
Hugh kneaded a particularly stiff spot in Vin's right shoulder and grinned toward Greg at the question.
"Sawyer did. Not sure he was supposed to, but I think the bosses are planning to have quiet words with him over protocol rather than boot me out the door. Dunno where he is now though, I keep losing him. Man needs a dog collar and a lead."
Eyes meeting Greg's, Vin chuckled, "Ya don’t know how true that is." He refilled his glass with beer and held it up to Hugh. "Have a slug or two, and Greg can find something to satisfy our healthy appetites." His free hand caressed Greg's flank, glad the boy wasn't squirming as if in discomfort from their earlier play.
Greg nearly choked with laughter at Hugh's comment about a collar and leash for Sawyer. He evidently didn't know about Naveen.
Smiling back at Vin as the man smoothed a hand over his skin, he reached for more meat, dipping it into one of the nearby sauces and holding it up for Hugh as soon as he'd handed the beer mug back to Vin.
Hugh gratefully accepted the beer, taking a few large mouthfuls before handing it back and leaning over the warmth of Vin's shoulder to suck the sauce covered meat from Greg's fingers. Okay, he could get used to being hand fed easily enough.
He glanced between them curiously.
"So I assume by that you two have a sneaking suspicion where my little sponsor has disappeared to?"
Vin squeezed Greg's side to keep him silent when the boy opened his lips. "Well, could be he's having his 'quiet words' with someone, but that would be his tale to tell you." Internally Vin winced, surmising it was highly probable that the client with Naveen downstairs had been Hugh's errant sponsor.
Taking up Greg's hand, Vin's eyes glittered as he stared into Hugh's and suckled off any remaining sauce and Hugh's taste.
He might be clumsy and unknowing, but Greg knew a hint when he felt one, and he shut his mouth again as soon as Vin squeezed him. He wasn't sure why they weren't saying anything about Sawyer and Naveen, but he'd trust Vin's better judgment on that. He had thought warning Hugh about Sawyer's Dom might be a good idea if he was going to be hanging around here, considering how funny the two of them were whenever someone else--especially another customer, rather than a paid whore--got caught in the middle of their game, whatever that was all about. It had been bad enough the other night when Greg had been the one caught up in Naveen's mood over Sawyer's behavior.
Forgetting all this as Vin started sucking at his fingers, Greg felt a throb of desire wind through him tightly. Oh, God! He swallowed deeply, and as soon as Vin released his fingers, reached for more of the meat, dipping it even more generously in the sauce so that it dripped over his hand as he held it up again, hoping like hell the process would be repeated.
Hugh looked between them suspiciously, knowing a topic change when he heard it and that the pair suspected where Sawyer was lurking.
"Guess it doesn't matter," he replied after a pause, "It's not as though I own the man."
Everyone was allowed their little secrets after all, although he felt an unexpected stab of upset that Sawyer wasn't telling him something that was apparently common knowledge in the house. He sighed softly and watched as more meat was obtained; Greg's hand receiving a lava flow of sauce as it lazily drizzled down it. Hugh leaned over to steal it before Vin did, his stomach forcing him onwards, and had to lick away the sauce from his bottom lip as the plundering didn't go quite as cleanly as he had hoped.
A brief glimmer lit Vin's eyes before he struck. Greg's fingers, Hugh's mouth, and sauce just begging to be lapped up were right there before his face. His tongue caught a slender wrist, palm, swiped over Hugh's angular chin, the bottom bow of his lips, and then plunged deep inside.
From the licks alone, Vin knew young Greg would soon be ready to go again. At the least he would be good for stirring up his and Hugh's passions for a bit more play either here or in the large shower down the hall.
And it was clear they were planning to kill him though exhaustion, but that wasn't exactly a bad way to go. Hugh felt himself stir again, his body clearly being suicidal, and deepened the kiss. His hands smoothed over the firm muscles in front of him, moving every so often to a part of Greg's body--arm, leg, chest, whatever turned up--and caressed it gently just to make sure the young man was still there and eager.
Finally he broke away, gasping for air.
"If you want to find yourself shoved over a chair, you're going the right away about it," he advised Vin cheerfully.
Oh, God... the licking and sucking were having the desired effect on Greg's young body by now, and the gentle touches from Hugh and the majorly hot kiss between the other two men really didn't slow his reactions down. He might have already had a couple of orgasms tonight, but he definitely wasn't having any trouble getting it up, anyway.
He laughed when Hugh talked about bending Vin over a chair. He couldn't see that happening any time soon. Vin had never bent over for anyone that he was aware of, which was probably the reason they'd brought Greg in here with them in the first place, since Hugh wasn't the type either. He didn't mind though, it wasn't like they were making him feel like just an object or anything. That was one of the great things about Vin and part of why Greg liked him so much--that he never made Greg feel stupid or anything. Hugh certainly seemed to be shaping up well too.
"We've done some of that, you wanna try something different?" he grinned, getting off Vin's lap and reaching for some more of the cherry tomatoes that Vin had already shared with him. Popping a couple in his mouth, Greg leaned over Vin, his rigid cock mere inches from the man's chest as he used a strong shoulder as a prop, and offered the few tomatoes left in his hand to Hugh, chewing the ones in his mouth slowly and looking at him sexily from under his long lashes.
Hugh took the tomatoes as though they might explode on him, rotating them in his hand as he studied Greg thoughtfully.
"You had something in mind, perhaps?" he queried, before popping one of the tomatoes slowly into his mouth.
Greg let his smile widen as he moved backward far enough to lift the beer mug up and take a large mouthful. He swirled it in his mouth for a second, then let it chase the tomatoes down. From there, he scooped a handful of some kind of dip from one of the bowls and slathered it across Vin's chest, then kneeled between the man's legs and began to lick the pleasantly flavored stuff off, moving slowly downward.
All the while, he kept his eyes trained on Hugh's face.
Partway down, he stopped long enough to say, "After all, this was the original suggestion, I believe. Care to join me, or perhaps you'd prefer to watch this round and I can repeat the favor for you in a while..." his tongue came out again and he shifted his eyes to Vin's face for a moment.
That was definitely interest he was feeling between Vin's legs, he was sure. Grinning as he licked more, he placed his hands on Vin's thighs, smoothing the excess oil from earlier over them as he checked Hugh's face once more.
Hugh moved to get a better view.
"Much as I'm a little peckish," he replied, unable to look away from the licking. "I don't think there's enough room for both of us to start tasting the fruits, eh? Unless you get him standing and I can take the rear... so to speak."
Greg's seductive licks, strokes, and sultry looks were working well, but not so much so that Vin didn't catch the reluctance in Hugh's voice. Groaning reluctantly himself, he stilled Greg's fingers and then pulled his face up. A deep sigh expanded his chest as he gathered Greg tight against his chest.
"I don't think our new friend here is into food play, no matter how sexy you are making it look... feel." Though speaking to Greg, Vin looked up over his shoulder and gave Hugh a soft smile. "How 'bout we move our little party to the shower room and see what develops as we slip and slide getting each other clean?"
"Hey, I'm into food play or whatever it is you guys call it," Hugh protested immediately, "Especially if we're talking about the honey jar. I'm just getting the logistics right. I like a bit of space to work."
He winked. "You get up and let me take the back and I'm sure we can get on just fine."
Greg felt a little disappointed as Vin spoke and pulled him away from his feast, but then Hugh's words seemed to imply there was still fun to be had. Confused, Greg tried for a smile as he pulled himself reluctantly away from Vin.
"Perhaps..." he tried, looking from one to the other, aware that he was only there because neither of these proud men were willing to be fucked by the other, even if they had been good to him so far, "...perhaps we should just get cleaned up now? We can still have some fun in the shower, and then... sometimes..." he bit his lip nervously, unsure if dancing--which sometimes happened at this stage of these parties--was really worth mentioning, considering what they'd just been doing.
He doubted Hugh was much into dancing with men anyway, though Vin could sometimes be talked into it. For himself, Greg really enjoyed it, especially since it was the one place he was likely to get the opportunity to dance with another man without feeling odd about it. An image of Nick went through his mind suddenly and his eyes dropped, a small sadness coursing through him that he had to do this, no matter how enjoyable or how pleasant the company was, when he'd so much rather be spending time with his favourite policeman.
His cock didn't feel quite as hard as it had been, but he couldn't be the party pooper, not when he was paid for his services.
"Anyway," he smiled brightly, looking up again before the others sensed his mood falling, "...sometimes the partying goes on all night, and there's usually something good to watch if you've had your fill of games for the night."
Allowing his smile to grow as he looked back towards the bouncer, he reached out for Vin's hand and let his gaze fall to the man's cock, which wasn't exactly soft even now. That sent a little shiver of delight through him, as he'd known it would. Food here, or water and slipperiness in the shower, he would definitely be up for the last round if their customer was still keen--no matter what his preference was.
Vin stroked down Greg's flank, much as he would've done for a nervous colt. He guided their joined hands to his once again firming flesh. "As good as another round with the three of us rolling stickily on the matting--to give Hugh the room he'd prefer--sounds," Vin winked up to the other man, "we shouldn't keep him to ourselves. I'm sure we can take care of whatever is still 'arising' in the shower, then head down to see how the party's been fairing without us, yeah?"
Young and seemingly insatiable as Greg was, Vin wasn't going to deliberately exhaust the boy on this big night when there was so much for the youth to still enjoy downstairs. And Hugh; Vin looked again to the handsome Australian. He wouldn't mind refueling with some refreshments in a quiet corner as they watched the party antics and bonded on other levels. Yeah, Vin smiled wolfishly, a little down time could be used to explore whatever Hugh had touched on earlier about getting Eric agreeably randy and bent over some day soon.
Greg smiled more at Vin's suggestion and their hands stroked a few quick times over the hard cock in their hands, then letting go, Greg moved across the room to find them all towels. Throwing one to Vin, he approached Hugh and hitched another around his slim hips, tucking it in with a suggestive look upwards from under his lashes, and then attended to his own before helping the others gather up their discarded clothing.
For once deciding that talk wasn't needed, he allowed Vin to lead their guest to the nearby bathroom as he brought up the rear.
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