Three in a Bed series
Title - ‘Dream a little dream of Me.’ (Part 7)
Fandom - Robin Hood
Series - Three in a Bed
Rating - NC17
Pairings - Robin/Much, Carter/Much, (implied Carter/Much/Robin).
Summary - Carter’s having vivid dreams, Robin is feeling playful and Much is caught in the middle.
A/N - Written as part of my ‘Three in a Bed series’ (Find all the other fics HERE). A Valentines gift for all, especially dedicated to
robinfanatic
and
darkentwisted
who have kept me happily amused and impressed with lots of fics (usually involving these three boyos) these last few months.
Love ya’ll! xxxx
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Something stirred Much from his sleep, years of servitude meant he slept lightly and he frowned before opening his eyes wondering what had woken him. He was warm, toasty he thought to himself with a slight smile before frowning again, he didn’t wish to move from his comfortable position. He stilled, listening, waiting before starting slightly. From beside him a voice muffled something indistinct and the body prone beside him moved a little before falling still again. Happy that it wasn’t some invasion of camp Much felt at ease to fall asleep again, leaving Carter to his dreams beside him. Turning his head he looked at Robin lying on his other side, head half buried into his folded arms he used as a pillow. He was about to close his eyes when Carter mumbled again, the whisper close to his ear, hot and hissing against the lobe.
This could become uncomfortable; Carter was lying on his side, having sidled close during the night for warmth against the body next to him. As such his mumblings had already woken Much and he doubted he’d sleep through the rest seeing as Carter had settled into a dream worthy of being given oral sentiment. He gave some thought to turning Carter onto his back, away from his ear so as to allow himself some sleep when Carter spoke rather loudly, making him grimace and worry about his hearing. Beside him Robin roused from his sleep, lifting his head and looking with sleepy curiosity as to what the yelling was about. Carter had settled into a mumbling slumber again and Robin scowled at Much.
“What’s going on?” he muttered, shifting and lying his head down again.
Much shrugged and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Carter’s muttering in his sleep,” he replied before stifling a yawn.
“About what?” Robin asked, question half muffled by his arm.
“No idea.” Much returned, “But whatever it is, I wish he’d mutter it well away from my ear.”
“Wake him up, that’ll shut him up.” Robin said closing his eyes.
Much considered pointing out that Carter, upon waking, was in as bad a mood as Robin usually was, but Robin seemed already returning to sleep, leaving Much to deal with the predicament of the overly talkative, noisy neighbour beside him. Carter muttered again, the rasping noise close to Much’s ear and he was beginning to lose patience. With another grimace and sure he would regret it later, he turned slightly to give Carter a shake, placing a hand on his arm.
“Carter.” he said in a low whisper, Robin gave an irritated groan of his own behind him, not as asleep as he wished to be. Much ignored him and leaned over to rouse Carter. “Carter?”
It was no use, Carter merely shirked his arm a little to shake Much off and instead moved closer toward him, a leg sliding to rest between Much’s, much to the grief of Much who found he was now stuck in an uncomfortable and awkward position. Carter fell quiet after this small re-positioning, face now dangerously close to Much’s if Much lay down his head but Much was relieved to find he’d fell silent. ‘Thank goodness for small mercies’ he thought to himself before lying down quickly, closing his eyes and hoping to snatch a few more hours of sleep.
Unfortunately it wasn’t to be. No sooner had he started to drift to sleep that Carter started with his muttering again, only this time they seemed a little more, urging, and certainly more understandable. Much was sure he distinctly heard his name uttered and opened his eyes, thinking perhaps Carter had woken up and was trying to rouse him. But looking to the side, he found Carter to still be asleep, albeit looking a little flushed in the face and mouth muttering eagerly with half-garbled words. Carter was also moving, minutely at first, certainly not thrashing but Much still frowned and grew perfectly rigid where he lay in silence. At first he ignored it, but it wasn’t hard to miss the gradual firming against his thigh as Carter slowly rubbed up against him.
Much didn’t think any of this was going to end well. He could try closing his eyes and ignore it was going on, perhaps best for both parties, but even as he was closing his eyes he felt Robin moving beside him, evidently interrupted by Carter’s movements and mutterings going on nearby. Opening his eyes he looked at Robin even as his name was hissed out, hot breath whispering over his cheek. Robin’s eyes widened a little, taking a moment to peruse the scene before a knowing look entered his eyes and he gave a small smile.
Much couldn’t help but smile himself at the absurdity of the situation, shaking his head, as Robin looked fit to dissolve into laughter with every pressing second. He knew if he saw Robin starting to laugh he’d be unable to prevent himself and really, the situation was embarrassing enough. Robin buried his face against his shoulder and if Much could have moved he would have given him a playful punch to shut him up. As it was he didn’t move, trying to ignore the heavy breathing now going on either side of him, Robin laughing silently, Carter becoming more excited. Not that he minded in the least being part of Carter’s dreams, but Carter didn’t know that and this really was going to be embarrassing and awkward if he awoke anytime soon.
The best thing would be to feign ignorance which meant, at the very least, pretending sleep. On that note he hoped Robin would have similar thoughts and settle down, waiting for the man to sober himself up somewhat. He almost yelped when Robin’s hand stealthily slid under his shirt, fumbled a moment at the waistband of his undergarments he slept in and delved downwards in a fluid motion. Instead he gasped, trying to stay quiet and all senses honing in on what the clever fingers were doing to him. As his mind whirred into gear, to prevent any of this absurd situation from going further, the hand expertly fondled and caressed his cock and Much heard Robin chuckling in his ear. On his other side Carter had sidled closer, rubbing more firm but slowly against him, the sounds from his lips sounding like appreciative moans of agreement at whatever he was dreaming.
“Someone sounds very impressed,” Robin whispered, his laughter extinguished and replaced by playful antics. After a side-glance to Carter he looked at Much with knowing eyes. “I’m almost jealous.”
Much opened his mouth to retort but Carter let out a rather whining moan of enjoyment, which, along with Robin’s sinfully agile fingers slowly stroking up and down his length, seemed to tingle straight into his loins and he felt himself growing steadily harder. He took a moment to breath, aware that this situation was becoming more awkward by the second, though he doubted he’d be able to bring himself to tell Robin to stop the proceedings or if Robin would take any notice anyway.
“Robin,” Much managed to strangle out with, what he thought anyway, a measured degree of composure. “You’re always jealous and this is a very bad idea.”
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Robin replied with a knowing smile, fingers tickling, rubbing and enjoying the feel of hardening flesh they teased against. “And I’ve a right to be jealous, judging by those sounds.”
As if in answer, Carter, whose heavy breathing was causing Much’s cheek to heat up, the feeling ghosting down his neck, let out a satisfied groan. His leg tightened round Much’s, latching on as his fingers found a hold in the folds of Much’s shirt.
“Sounds like you’re really going at him,” Robin said mischievously at the sight of Carter curling up against Much, lost to his dreams.
“Indeed.” Much replied in agreement, half-curious as to what Carter’s dream actually consisted of and not caring if it flared up Robin’s jealousy. He had to deal with that part of Robin on a regular basis.
“Maybe we should wake him up, if you’re that good in his dreams, imagine the sounds he’d make for the real thing.” Robin looked at Carter, perusing the idea, feeling himself growing excited by the thought of it.
Carter was attractive, it wasn’t as if he’d not been looking, watching the man, wondering what he’d be like to bed. But Carter and Much argued from dawn until dusk on occasion, it had never occurred to him it may have been down to some protective layer of denial on Carter’s part. Robin doubted it had occurred to Much either, had just taken it to heart that they didn’t get along and thought nothing of it. Evidently they’d both been wrong, perhaps it was time to set things right. Looking down at Much, he found he wasn’t as keen on the idea.
“You know, on occasion, your plans are the worst plans ever thought of.” Much pointed out to him in a low whisper.
Robin cupped his hand and gave a squeeze, receiving a low moan of appreciation and he grinned. “And yet you don’t seem turned off by the idea.”
“You’re not helping,” Much replied curtly.
“I think you like the idea of fucking him, slow, gentle, making him feel every movement, listening to his appreciative moans of approval every time you press into him.” Robin watched as Much closed his eyes, knowing his words conjured up the image in his mind even as he tried to deny them. Beside them Carter’s breathing had become stuttered and harsh, adding to the vivid images. “Or maybe he likes it a little rougher. Fast, hard, begging for more as you give him what he wants, gripping those slender hips as he presses back, offering himself to you as you take him, fucking into him with long hard, jarring strokes.”
Much screwed his eyes tight shut, the images whirling in his head, trying to stay still, fighting the urge to roll over and fuck either man the way Robin was describing. He was fully hard now and Robin’s hand had little room for manoeuvre, other than to hold and squeeze, an unbearable teasing, which would drive him mad. Beside him Carter merely added sounds to the pictures in his mind, groans seeming loud and resonant in his ears, his name uttered with deep tones of approval every few seconds.
“I think you’d like that very much indeed,” Robin continued, lips brushing against his ear as he spoke. “And I’d like to watch, watch you fuck him, knowing how it feels, understanding every appreciative moan that falls from his lips.”
Much daringly moved, not enough to awaken the slumbering Carter but enough to slide an arm up Robin’s back, fingers sliding into coarse hair. He turned his face and brought Robin’s lips to his own, anyway to shut the man up before he killed him with an overactive mind of wicked images. Robin leaned into the kiss, their tongues colliding in a spiral of need and Much jerked his hips weakly, wanting more than what the groping grasping fingers would allow. His other arm was pinned between himself and Carter, who was starting to jerk more solidly against him now. His fingers were inches close to Carter’s cock rubbing against his thigh and he fought the urge to move his hand to grasp the man.
He shifted his hips again, hoping it was enough of a hint for Robin to free him of the material encasing his cock and the urging fingers. Robin pulled away with a slight chuckle and withdrew his hand, teasingly gripping the waistband of Much’s trousers but not releasing him just yet. Instead he leaned down and kissed him again, fingers caressing the skin of the taut stomach beneath them. Much was becoming agitated by the teasing, shifting where he lay again before he froze. Robin sat back a little with a frown wondering what was the matter, his eyes drawn to the side where they met with wide eyed blue. Much had sensed Carter suddenly still beside him, heard the gasp of shocked surprise escape his lips.
Carter had waked from his dream and Much felt the sudden rush of awkwardness descend. There was no denying the fact that Carter was achingly hard, pressing against Much for as much friction as he could muster in his sleep. Carter was caught in a limbo, still half asleep, stunned to find himself in the position he found himself, well aware of what he’d been dreaming. The focus of his dream was lying beside him, both in fact, looking at him with watchful stares. He fumbled to find words as he slowly removed his grasping limbs from Much.
“Shit,” was all he could muster in a low, shamed tone.
“Carter,” Robin started, not exactly sure what he was going to say. They were grown men; the situation could be dealt with. Much stilled him with a hand, gave a shake of his head. Words weren’t going to work to resolve what was going on. Robin looked to him for help, wondering if he had an ideas. Much gave a smile, giving him a small shove to move him away. Carter had rolled onto his other side, his back to them, hoping they’d settle down and go to sleep. Much rolled over himself, hand pulling at Carter’s shoulder, urging him to turn. Carter sighed, this couldn’t easily be forgotten or explained and though he resisted at first, Much as usual was insistent and he moved onto his back to face him, mind whirring to come up with an explanation.
Before he could say a word Much leaned down and kissed him, it wasn’t careful or tender but insistent, passionate. Much didn’t give him time to think as he pulled himself on top of him; the kiss was broken as they both gasped in appreciation as their confined erections connected. Robin stared as if entranced; open mouthed as Much gave a purposeful thrust, grinding their groins together. Carter wrapped a leg around Much’s thigh as Much reached between them and fumbled to untie the bindings of Carter’s trousers before the laces loosened and he was able to somewhat push away the confining fabric. Pushing down his own trousers and finally freeing his own cock he slid against Carter again, gaining a low groan in return.
Neither man was going to last long, too far gone to be able to make anything of the tryst but a meaningful effort to fall off the edge. Carter seemed still in shock, perhaps thought himself still dreaming as Much thrust his hips, causing their weeping cocks to grind together. He moaned like he had when dreaming, closing his eyes to the feel of the purposeful grazing against him. Could feel Much’s breath hot and fast on his neck, teeth and lips tracing his jaw line.
Much watched him, following the urge to move faster, he knew he couldn’t last longer, didn’t want to. For now it was enough, letting Carter know he could have what he wanted if he desired it. He looked to the side; Robin was watching them, mouth agape as if surprised. Robin knew he could always have what he wanted also and Much smiled at him, the open mouth curled into a smile. He closed his eyes and bent his head down to nestle by Carter’s, enjoying the feel of the man so close to him. The way his leg wrapped round him to latch on, fingers gripping tight to his thighs, as if he were afraid if he let go he would float away.
The images of Robin’s teasing filled his mind again and he smiled with wicked, mischievous thoughts. Feeling his own cock throbbing with need and Carter writhing under him with similar urgency, he pressed his mouth close to Carter’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you later,” he whispered carefully, voice full of promise.
It was all Carter needed to send him spiralling into a heady oblivion. Much’s words seemed to send off signals and all he could do was hold on tight as his cock pulsed and sticky warmth flooded over his stomach. His body felt weak, like he’d been running forever and his tight grip of Much slackened. Much held him as he shivered in after glow, breathing in deep long breaths.
Much was about to reach down and finish himself off, hand ready to give him that extra friction he desperately needed when he was jerked onto his back. Before he could protest Robin was leaning down, capturing his throbbing erection between his lips and it was all Much could do not to howl at the feel and pressure of it. Robin was caressing himself, the sight of Much and Carter enough to have him close to the edge. Much groaned at the added moist warmth and couldn’t hold off any longer, thrusting upward as his own orgasm hit him, feeling his cock pulse his seed into Robin’s mouth, which greedily sucked and gulped him down. Robin’s lips vibrated round his cock and he looked down to see Robin eagerly following him over the edge, slender fingers groping and jerking as his cock pulsed it’s load, streams of creamy white hitting the blanket below.
Heavy limbed Robin half draped himself over Much with a satisfied smile, kissing him lightly as Much felt the vibes of afterglow tingle about his body. Carter had rolled onto his side and watched the two reach their climaxes with an appreciative eye, looking sleepy and happy. Robin looked at over to him and gave a cheeky wink before sliding down a little to use Much’s chest as a pillow.
“Now what?” Carter asked with a yawn, an edge of apprehension creeping in now that the fun had been had.
“Now, we sleep,” Much replied looking over at him. “I’ve a promise to keep and I need some strength back.”
Robin sighed, eyes already closed, sleep already lulling him away. Carter locked eyes with Much for a moment, shivering slightly at the implication of the words before sidling a little closer, laying his head close to Much’s.
“Goodnight,” Much said sleepily, closing his eyes, lying a hand in Robin’s hair.
“’night,” Carter replied, a smile teasing the edges of his lips and he drifted into sleep in search of more vivid dreams.