O Wet Isle


Jeremy watched with hungry eyes as Richard padded barefoot down the wooden stairs, his jeans unfastened and hanging low on his hips, the buttons of his black sweater open at the neck, still vigorously towel-drying his hair, skin flushed from the shower.

"Warmer?" he asked softly. It definitely felt as if the temperature in the room had risen sharply.

Richard nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I don't think I've ever been that wet before in my whole life." He glanced into the lounge from the corridor. "Where's James?"

"Taking a bath. He promised to cook when he gets out."

"Useful, isn't he?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he pointed at Jeremy's glass. "Is there a bottle open?"

"In the fridge."

"Excellent." Richard vanished back along the corridor, and Jeremy heard the airing cupboard door close, deciding it was worth getting out of the sofa to get the other man a glass of wine.

He had it waiting on the low glass coffee table when Richard returned, as he was waiting, as nonchalant as possible, sitting in the corner of the leather sofa, hardback book open on his crossed legs.

Richard glanced at him, slightly suspicious, but dropped happily into the other corner of the couch, reaching for the glass with a 'thanks' and picked up the folded newspaper from the floor.

Jeremy watched him while sinking his second glass of wine. Closing his book, he let himself relax into the cushions. The last time they'd been here - rented this place - had been last year during the summer. They'd brought a load of cars to the island over the period of a couple of weeks, tested them, raced them, recorded a couple of films individually and together. It had been fun.

So this time they'd come back in this wetter, colder weather to test drive a couple more and make another film.

It was the third and final day of filming and it had rained from dawn to dusk. They'd had a few laughs but by the time they'd got to the house they'd once again rented - this time just between the three of them for a couple of extra days - they'd all been soaked through four layers to the skin. Luckily all three rooms were en suite, meaning that Richard and Jeremy had both been able to have showers - alone - while James wrinkled up in the tub.

Jeremy watched Richard slowly drink his wine. Then he uncrossed his legs, leaned over, took the newspaper and glass gently from his fingers, put them on the table, and reached for him.

He'd imagined he might need to do some subtle persuading, but the younger man came willingly, almost gratefully, putting his arm around Jeremy's neck, tilting his head, opening his mouth, inviting the kiss Jeremy had thought might be slightly more cautious. A second later, Richard clambered into his lap, straddled his thighs, and melted into his arms.

Jeremy couldn't help his throaty groan. The blood surged into his dick, striking out through his whole body, setting his soul screaming. The sudden stab of possessiveness shocked him and his arms tightened of their own accord, clutching Richard to him for a single moment before he let go to comb his fingers into the short, damp hair, to caress the smooth skin at the back of his neck.

The kiss deepened; Richard's hands on his shoulders, down his arms, a soothing, calming touch; taking control of a situation he seemed to know Jeremy was losing.

Then a narrower hand touched Jeremy's at the back of Richard's neck, long fingers laced with his own, and Jeremy gave Richard up to James as he knelt on the sofa beside them. Dropping his head to the back of the sofa he took a couple of very deep breaths, his eyes fixing on the other two men, joined at the mouth, the kiss a lot more tender than the one he and Richard had shared but no less arousing, no less erotic.

His whole body was aching for release but something inside him needed to ride the high, stay up as long as he could. Like a drug. Like the addiction he'd promised himself he wouldn't let this become.

James let go of his hand and he dragged his fingers through Richard's hair, following the shell of his ear, the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck.

"You two look…." He swallowed. For once in his life he couldn't find the right words.

Breaking away from James' mouth, Richard leaned into Jeremy's hand and grinned at them both, breathlessly saying, "Let's do something new," words many people had come to dread hearing under different circumstances.

'Let's do something new. Let's bungy jump off the Severn Bridge in a Mini Cooper.'

"I'm open to suggestions."

Richard turned to James, hand sliding slowly down his arm, linking the three of them. "Show us."

"Me?"

"You've done this before, I know you have."

"I don't know if you're ready for what I know, Hamster." He blushed spectacularly in the low lamp light. "But I know what I'd like to do. And it does involve the both of you being naked."

Jeremy cocked his head to one side. "Fair's fair. But if we're getting naked, so are you."

James nodded. "Deal."


Cradled by one of Jeremy's arms around his back, and one of James', Richard was an incredibly erotic sight - leaning back, eyes closed, mouth open, sweat beaded on his flushed skin, his fingers clawing into Jeremy's bare shoulder for balance. Straddling Jeremy's lap, his dick and Jeremy's dicks were being slowly pumped together, silken steel rubbing against silken steel, both wrapped in James' powerful hand.

Richard had won the fight over James' dick, trembling hand nonetheless maintaining the same torturous, tantalising rhythm James was setting.

Jeremy's fingers were twisted through his, along for the ride. His eyes were wide, drinking in the sight of Richard reaching the brink of climax; an expression of what was almost pain creasing the usually boyish face, his whole body taut, hips thrusting uselessly up against the sure, determined beat of James' hand.

He saw Richard's orgasm hit and the pulse of it triggered his own. Through the haze in his mind he felt James' come over his hand and kept Richard's hand moving for as long as he had control over his limbs - which wasn't long.

Something amazing they'd learnt about one another - how they looked and sounded when they came. Richard went silent, like some internal explosion consumed him and left him empty for a while. He needed to be close for a few minutes after, not needing words but craving the contact. Unlike Jeremy, who was happy to go and clean up almost in the next minute.

James was the noisy one. While Jeremy tended to moan softly, James would yell his pleasure out to the room in general.

It was one of those things they'd never thought to know about each other, and knowing it changed the dynamic and depth of their relationship like knowing how one another slept, morning bathroom rituals, how they kissed, what they tasted like.

Jeremy pulled Richard to him as the shorter man slid from his lap on to the sofa to snuggle into his shoulder. He dropped his other hand to James' leg, maintaining the physical link as James did by wrapping his fingers around Richard's knee.

The silence was one of warm comfort, broken after a couple of minutes by Richard murmuring, "I love you guys."

Leaning his cheek on Richard's head, Jeremy caught James' blurred gaze and winked. "He just needed a bit of convincing, that's all."

For a moment he thought James really was going to cry. But instead he leaned in, stole a quick kiss, and repeated the words back to Richard softly.


They took a quick, mostly functional shower together before James kept his promise to cook and Jeremy sourced a second bottle of wine from the fridge they'd stocked between the morning and afternoon shoots.

Staying on for a couple of days after the crew had left was a decision they hadn't really taken. Jeremy had suggested it, Richard and James had said nothing more than, 'sounds good to me' and 'why not?', and it had just happened. The bungalow, the exclusive 'hire' cars, the later flights - everything had just been arranged.

To everyone around them, it was just boys wanting a couple more days to play with some expensive toys on an island that they tended to see as their own personal playground; their paradise.

No one, they thought and hoped, suspected anything different. The bungalow was on the end of a small village, a few hundred yards from the local pub. They were familiar faces - nothing strange about them being around. No press, no outside interest. It was paradise for a whole host of reasons other than the empty roads and the non-existent speed limits.


James almost dropped the spatula when an arm snaked around his waist and a messy dark head appeared over his saucepan.

"Smells good."

Despite what they'd just done, he froze for a second. The sex was easy, the sex was amazing. But all they'd ever really done after the sex was fall asleep together and wake up to the dawn, separate showers and real life. This was unknown territory for them - this post-coital intimacy.

James stared at Richard's head, savoured the heat of the hand at his waist. And, as if of its own accord, his arm went around Richard, who smiled and leaned into him. Wow.

What else could he get away with? Tilting his head, he waited for brown eyes to lift to meet his own and dropped a kiss to the wide mouth. Richard returned it, tongue sliding between James' lips, sweeping his teeth before his mind caught up and he welcomed the other man in.

Only when he straightened, tried to remember what he'd been doing, did he catch sight of Jeremy in the doorway.

"You two look incredible," Jeremy finally finished his sentence from earlier. James smiled, took his hand from Richard's hip and beckoned him over.

He was obviously more at ease with this than James felt. He draped his arms comfortably over Richard's shoulders and wrapped him in a hug from behind, just holding him, sniffing at James' culinary efforts.

"What are we having?"

James didn't answer at first. He couldn't. He just suddenly felt blissfully happy. This couldn't possibly last, could it? They wouldn't be allowed to keep this. If anyone ever found out….

"Beans," he managed eventually, gaze locking with Jeremy's.

Experimentally, he kissed him.

It surprised them both. They hadn't kissed before. It was always Richard - he was the one they both wanted. He couldn't quite believe how odd it was, even after everything they had done, to kiss Clarkson.

Then, a moment or two later, it wasn't odd, it was good. Jeremy's mouth was pliant and unyielding, hard and soft at the same time.

It was strange to look him at him afterwards, to glance down and see big brown eyes watching them both. And the heat in them.... James swallowed a groan and gently pushed them away. "Go! Jesus, the two of you would tempt a Catholic Priest!"

Leaving one arm around Richard's chest, Jeremy leaned over his shoulder and pinched a lump of cheese from the gated pile beside the hob. James slapped his hand. "Will you get lost?! I'll bring it through when it's ready."

Grinning, Jeremy released Richard who ducked out, but before he followed, he touched a wet kiss to the side of James' throat. "Don't be scared of this," he murmured, too softly for Richard to overhear, "enjoy it. Enjoy him."

In the time it took for him to look up, Jeremy's expression had turned utterly lewd and he went after Richard. Three seconds later, James heard the younger man yell in surprise and a worrying crack as, he presumed, two heavy men hit the sofa in a heap.

~

Three empty, orange sauce splattered plates were pushed away from the sofa where Richard lay with Jeremy, his back to Jeremy's front. But his face was inches from James' shoulder and he'd managed to unfasten the top couple of buttons of James' shirt and get the material off his left shoulder which he'd proceeded to nibble on periodically as they attempted to play cards.

A couple of glasses of wine had settled James' anxiety. Richard's touch was so deft, so easy. Jeremy's company was fun, relaxed.

Jeremy thumbed a couple more cards from the top of the pack with the hand that wasn't supporting his head. "I'll see your ten francs, and raise you… two hundred yen."

"Do all places like this come with a mountain of small change in foreign currencies?"

"Stop stalling, James."

Richard's head was on his shoulder, short, soft hair tickling his neck. That sensation alone was causing his blood to flow south from his brain. He couldn't think straight, let alone play a hand of poker against two self-confessed card sharks.

When sharp teeth bit lightly into his skin he lost it. Tossing the cards to the carpet he turned and grabbing Richard's head with one hand he landed a hard, needy kiss to his mouth.

He could almost feel Jeremy's protective streak kick in, heard a surprised, 'whoa', felt a hand on his, hesitating, ready to push him back. But instead Richard surged up to meet him, pushed his fingers through James' thick hair and returned the kiss with the same ferocity.

Jeremy relaxed, and in turn James did too, losing himself in Richard, any remaining rational thought scattering from his mind. He lost track of time, giving over control of this as he was pushed back to the floor and Richard's welcome weight settled on top of him.

His hands roamed across the flat back, pushed up under the tail of Richard's shirt and his fingers spread out across warm, smooth skin.

Breaking the kiss, James dropped his head to the carpet, staring up at the beloved face, flushed, grinning down at him. "Dear god…."

"Not quite."

"Cheeky sod."

"Now that's more like it."

Rolling his eyes, wrapping his arms around Richard, he turned onto his side and dumped the young man onto the floor, holding on to him, kissing him again.

Long fingers tangled in his hair making him shiver, and Richard murmured into his mouth, "Ready for Round Two?"

They scrabbled out of their clothes, James turning to Jeremy, suddenly anxious, to invite him to join them. But Richard stopped him. He couldn't interpret the silent communication between the two, but whatever it meant, he got that Jeremy was okay with this.

He was surprised at how erotic it was, making love to Richard while Jeremy looked on.

When they were both as undressed as they were going to get, James rolled over the smaller man, forcing him onto his back, pushing himself up on his arms to admire the feast laid out beneath him before he slowly began to thrust along Richard's answering erection.

Richard's strong hands clutched at him, muscled legs wrapping around his thighs; a grapple holding him in place. His arms gave out and he collapsed, hands going to Richard's narrow hips, pushing down in counterpoint to his thrusts.

James ran his tongue along the line of the long throat to his chin, met there by a breathless kiss.

Neither lasted long, despite playing earlier. Richard's orgasm, the silent shiver of his body, was fast becoming James' favourite sight in the whole world and he wasn't far behind, landing his entire weight on Richard who just lay there panting for breath.

Finally James rolled off onto his back, turning his head to meet the happy face of his lover grinning at him.

"We're going to need another shower."

"I foresee a great many showers in our immediate future."

Richard nodded deliberately and glanced up at Jeremy who was still watching them, a smug expression of satisfaction on his face. Richard reached up and his hand was swiped from the air and held loosely.

"I like the idea that we can leave you lost for words."

Dropping onto his back, taking Richard's hand with him, Jeremy muttered, "I'll admit it's a rare occurrence."

With a gentle yank, Richard claimed his hand back and knelt up. "Meet us in bed?"

"Yours, his or mine?"

Rising to his feet, James waited for Richard to join him. "Are we going to be okay, three of us in a double bed?"

They were already half-way up the stairs when Jeremy replied, "We'll be fine. Richard's only small."

Small, but he could move surprisingly quickly when he wanted to.