Between Lillehammer and Oslo



"So, you like this car?"

James beamed at the camera and in answer to Jeremy's question, he nodded, "I love this car. It's got all the power you need in a off-roader, it's got back seats with at least five configurations depending on what or who you're chauferring around, it's got two ashtrays and best of all, it's got so much headroom in the back you can...."

He broke off, his smile momentarily frozen.

You can fuck in it.

....

Their were on their way from Lillehammer to Oslo, testing BMW's lastest offering to the over-endowed family market. Naturally that was an excuse. It didn't take all three of them to test drive one car, even one this big.

Leaning forward between the two front seats like an impatient ten year-old, Richard pointed to a gate in front of a snow-filled clearing between incredibly tall Christmas trees that looked as if they were huddled together for warmth.

"There."

Frowning, James stated the obvious, "It's a gate."

But Jeremy was already making the turn. "Gates can be opened."

"Or rammed."

He turned a grin on their backseat driver. "Desperate?"

"No. It's only been three weeks, two days, five hours and thirty-seven minutes since I had either one of you. Why would I possibly be desperate?"

The engine idled until James worked out that they were waiting for him to do the honours. Rolling his eyes he launched himself out of the car and to his frank relief found the gate fastened only by a single rusting metal latch.

Once Jeremy had manouvered the beast through, he closed it behind them, hoping to make it look as if they did actually belong on the other side, before climbing back into the warmth of the BMW.

As soon as the engine was cut, both James and Jeremy uncerimoniously clambered over into the back, where two of the seats had been removed and the remaining three pushed back to give them enough leg room to sleep in it.

Which wasn't exactly what they had in mind.

James caught Richard around the waist as they went, dragging him into the back seat where - thanks to the headroom - he could straddle James' lap and cover his insistent mouth with his own, sliding a determined tongue inside where it was welcomed.

Wrapping his arms tight around the man sitting on his thighs, James growled softly - a rough sound in the back of his throat.

Jeremy dropped into the seat next to them, and Richard shifted his attentions from one to the other, claiming Jeremy's mouth as dominatingly as he had James'.

And for a long few minutes it was enough - the three-way kiss, tight arms around solid bodies, stoking the flames, recalling what it felt like to all be together like this.

But it had been too long, and eventually Richard got impatient for more and broke away from James' mouth to gasp,

"Gotta have you. Both of you."

"Isn't it time we had you?" James protested mildly - not easy with Richard's obscene hands already at his fly.

"It's easier this way."

Richard was right in this instance, he had to admit, but he'd heard a phrase and couldn't get his interrpreted meaning out of his head - 'complete the circle'. He wanted Richard inside him as badly as he knew Jeremy did.

The only difference was that Jeremy wasn't complaining. He had scooted along the seat to give Richard room to drop from James' lap in order to wrestle his jeans off.

There was always the possibility someone would discover their hiding place, so the less naked they were, the better. The silent agreement made over breakfast - an interesting communication involving sausages and pastries - had been 'no underwear'. Made life a ittle easier.

James pushed his jeans down to his ankles and Jeremy fished the travel tube of lube from his jacket pocket. He was carrying it because he could always say it was medicinal. The other two had decided that in between fits of hysterical laughter as they packed this morning, he was the eldest after all.

Coating his fingers, he reached across Richard to rub the warm gel on James' dick, taking advantage, taking longer than was really necessary until Richard slapped his hand away.

"Mine," he growled terratorially, and Jeremy chuckled.

James shuffled his arse forward to the edge of the seat as Richard straddled him again, Jeremy guiding them both until the thick head of James' dick popped through the tight ring of his anus and Richard froze in place, seven inches above James' lap, knees locked.

Technically they'd never done it this way before and James had warned him the position would made the fuck deep and possibly painful at the start. Never one to let the possibility of injury stop him, Richard had talked them both into this. He hadn't had to try very hard.

But now they were here James could see the uncertainty of his descision written clear across Richard's taut features.

"We don't have to do this," he murmured, stroking trembling thighs and knotted shoulders.

"I'm okay, just... give me a second."

James and Jeremy both watched him take a deep breath in, hold it, and release it, sliding down as he did, impaling himself until his buttocks were resting against James' crotch.

James couldn't swallow all of the sound that was pushed from inside him. Richard's body clutched at him as firmly as his hands were gripping James' shoulders.

"Oh, god...." He tried to find a couple of breaths - enough to say, "You'll have to move because I can't."

Richard nodded, two jerks of his head, and after a moment he rose, muscles tensing in his thighs, rising slowly along the length of James' dick until once again just the head was held inside him. Then he dropped back down, bright profanities tumbling over James' lips as he watched his younger lover rise and fall, the dark focus of his eyes, the expression of exquisite pressure on this face.... Lifting his hands he swept them through the ragout of soft, brown hair, down the back of his warm neck, skimming over his shirt until he could slide up inside it and press his hands to smooth, heated skin.

He could feel the stab of Richard's erection, that beautifully proportioned cock hitting his stomach with every upwards movement. Glancing at Jeremy he saw the same heat in those piercing eyes that he was feeling building to flames in his balls.

Then Richard did something incredible with that tight ring of muscle and James came hard, deep inside him, groaning with each pulse of his over-sensitised dick. He pulled Richard down to him, sealing his mouth over full lips, sucking possessively on his tongue until his breathing returned to something approximating normal.

Then he pushed his fingers back into the dark hair and asked, "Are you sure?"

Richard turned his head to share a look with Jeremy that made James' heart melt. He nodded once and Jeremy, who'd assumed the same position as James - arse on the edge of the seat, jeans around his ankles, dick lubricated and begging for attention - reached for him.

Richard lifted gingerly off James' still hard cock, shuffling over carefully until one knee was either side of Jeremy's thighs, straddling him in the same way, James guiding the head of Jeremy's erection between small, firm buttocks.

Jeremy popped inside much more easily, natural lubrication adding to the gel, Richard sliding down into a welcoming lap as his body adjusted to the shorter, stockier impalation.

"God, you're beautiful," Jeremy told him honestly, unable or unwilling to hold back the words while buried to the balls inside his lover.

Richard's only response was to lean forward, big eyes dark, hair a mess, lips swollen, and press his tongue into Jeremy's mouth.

For a long minute he didn't move. James rubbed the small of his back, unfastened enough buttons to allow him to pull the material from Richard's shoulder and kiss the flushed skin. They waited.

"I'm okay," Richard answered the unspoken question, and tentatively rose up on his knees. As he did, James closed one hand around his semi-hard dick and coaxed his erection back, delighting in Richard's movements as they matched his pace, thrusting the silky cock through his palm.

Jeremy's arms wrapped loosely around Richard, holding him rather than directing him, grunting his warning before he stilled and came, mixing his own with James' inside their lover's body.

At the same time, James sped up to bring Richard to his own screaming orgasm, watching him collapse against Jeremy's chest, cradled in loving, grateful arms, trapping James' sticky hand between them.

He stroked Richard's hair, smoothing it out, leaning in to kiss him gently and tell him how utterly incredible he was, how stunning and sexy he looked, fucked by both of them.

Richard said nothing, just locked eyes with James and smiled.

....

"So, you like this car?"

James nodded. "I love this car. It's got so much headroom in the back you can comfortably seat three grown men in the back without one having to sit in the other's lap."

Jeremy stared at him, open-mouth and momentarily speachless, leaving Richard to put in, "Unless, of course, they want to."