Monte Carlo


Amused, Jeremy followed Richard's gaze as it followed his fingers down to the base of his throat.

"Do you know how long it took me to fasten that?"

"James told me he fastened it for you."

The open-mouthed indignation was so perfectly Richard.

They both glanced back at James; the picture of innocence sitting on the windowsill, legs dangling, socked heels tapping against the wall behind him.

"He couldn't fasten a bow tie with instructions! He's wearing a clip-on one!"

Pulling the narrow black material free from Richard's collar, Jeremy let it dangle from his fingers; his other hand flat against the middle of Richard's back as he moved closer and unfastened the top few buttons on the white cotton shirt.

James snatched the tie from Jeremy, smiling his 'Emperor Sidious' smile out from under hooded eyes as he ran the silky length of material through his fingers.

Jeremy saw him, and his imagination quickly presented a couple of possibilities, all of which made his dick sit up and beg. He felt the man in his arms feel it, felt him tense up a fraction. And lowering his head he met Richard's mouth when it lifted, kissing him lightly.

A noise broke from the smooth throat, a sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan; Richard mentally scrabbling to hang on to his sanity. Jeremy brought both hands around to cup the smooth-shaven face, thumbs stroking flushed cheeks as he murmured against Richard's lips, "It's okay."

Jeremy felt him fall, and suddenly he found himself with his arms full of the energy he found so irresistibly attractive. Richard's narrow, strong arms wound around his neck, hot mouth fastening to his.

He wrapped the shorter man up in a hard embrace, eyes flicking up to James over Richard's shoulder. It didn't take too much effort to shuffle his bundle two steps back and lift him to sit him on the windowsill next to James. It took a significant amount of concentration though when a tongue like a viper was busy mapping the inside of his mouth.

Behind them the pinprick lights of Monte Carlo's harbour bobbed with the movement of the ocean; the yachts of all shapes, sizes and price tags. On the road sweeping around the base of the hotel, and in the car park below, all manner of exclusive and rare cars were being paraded through this expensive city.

Yet the three petrolheads surrounded themselves only with each other.

When Jeremy peeled himself from Richard's intense kiss, James turned to take it up, moving the smooth chin to face him with three long fingers, tilting his head, claiming Richard's open mouth, tongue sliding between parted lips.

As he unfastened the rest of the small buttons on Richard's dress-shirt, Jeremy could barely tear his eyes from the erotic sight of his two friends kissing.

Shifting closer, James combed his fingers up into Richard's soft black hair, caressing the curved scalp, distracting him - Jeremy realised - while his right hand took bow tie around to the small of Richard's back, soon to be joined by his left.

Jeremy watched the move, fascinated, achingly aroused, watched James deftly wrap the silky material around Richard's wrists and tie it - tight enough to stay in place, loose enough not to hurt.

The moment the knot was pulled against his skin, Richard's eyes opened, he pulled breathlessly back from the kiss.

But by then James' hands were back on his face and throat, caressing, coaxing him back into the kiss while Jeremy carefully got down on his knees and undid the metal fastenings on his ebony trousers. The tickle of fine black hairs surprised him.

"You cheeky little sod!"

James' hand joined his to blindly feel what had surprised him and Jeremy heard a low chuckle of amusement.

But it was Richard's surprise - when a hot mouth met hard, silky flesh - that made Jeremy smile. He jerked his head back, smacking it on the window behind him.

"Christ, Jez...."

Jeremy looked up and eyes like melting chocolate eyes met his hungry gaze.

He lowered his head again, a grin tugging at his lips.

~

From the unlikely pillow of Richard's bony knees, Jeremy dragged his hot gaze up the well-proportioned body to the smug expression on the contented face.

"Comfortable?"

"Perfectly, thanks."

Across the top of the bed, the other third of them was lying on his back, fingers playing idly in Richard's hair where it was tickling his armpit.

"You both know we shouldn't be doing this, don't you?" James asked quietly, breaking the hot silence that had fallen when the last sounds of climax had faded.

Jeremy didn't respond. Eyes locked with Richard's, he was smiling.

"We're okay," Richard answered eventually. Arching his neck he glanced at James out of the corners of his eyes. "Aren't we?"

There was a long pause, but James nodded. "Yeah."

It was the longest they talked about it, the most they said about it. Until Castle Coombe.