"Grantaire, come in here, please." Combeferre called from their small bedroom.
R, who had been working on a little Greek poem, immediately hops up and ambles into the bedroom, smiling softly.
He was surprised to find Luc sitting on the bed, looking patiently bored as Combeferre wound a small bandage around his forearm.
"Good, I picked up a new book for you." Combeferre said, distractedly, pushing his glasses further up his nose. He was remarkably disheveled, quite unlike his usual prim state.
Grantaire nods, not really sure what's going on, but he's learned not to rush Combeferre. "Thank you...Are you alright, Luc?" He hides a smile, enjoying as always the sight of Combeferre's adorable idiosyncrasies, and the rare sight of him anything less than perfectly orderly.
"I'd live without the bandage." he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.
"You'll get dirt in the wound and it will scar. Your hands are already a mess, Bahorel." Combeferre scolded. "Grantaire, I want you to read the first chapter. Carefully. I'll be asking you about it when you're done."
Grantaire smiles watching the two of them, wondering if they could be more different while still remaining the same species. "Alright," he says, taking the book. "I'll let you carry on." He turns to leave.
"No, read in here, at the foot of the bed." Combeferre said, undoing his cravat and starting to unbutton his shirt in the most business-like manner possible.
Luc, meanwhile, wasn't bothering with his vest or shirt. He'd skipped straight to undoing his trousers.
Grantaire's eyes widen, and his legs tremble a little, but he sits on the floor, leaning against the bed, trying to ignore his swelling cock.
Combeferre put his neatly folded clothes - all of them - at the foot of the bed next to Grantaire. Entirely naked, he straddled Luc's lap, letting the man continue to sit against the pillows comfortably. There were some muffled noises and rustling as Grantaire became increasingly aware of the sounds of them kissing and nibbling each other.
R would really, really like to turn around and see what they're doing behind him, but he hasn't been told he can sit on the bed, so he resolutely flips the book open and tries to read, wondering if this is the whole...game.
Combeferre nibbles down Luc's neck, pushing the cravat down and finally pulling it off entirely. His hands slide under the larger man's shirt, enjoying the muscle under his fingers.
Luc laughs, allowing the medical student to explore. "I wondered what you had in mind when you asked me what I was doing today," he growls in Combeferre's ear. "I didn't think this little scratch really needed your attention." He holds still, letting Combeferre's deft hands explore.
"You do have enough scars." he reprimanded Luc in a husky murmur. As he was naked, it wasn't hard to see how excited he was. He slid partially out of Luc's lap, grabbing a bottle from the bedside table and pouring some lubrication onto his fingers. With one hand, he stretched his anus, with the other, he stroked and lubricated Luc's cock.
The husky 'law student' is a little surprised by Combeferre's hastiness, but...he doesn't mind. "You're so little," he growls, "I'm almost afraid I'll crush you. You're even smaller than Grantaire." He leans forward, gently wrapping the pale boy in his arms. "...but surprisingly muscular..." he adds, feeling the wiry, lean body.
Grantaire glances up at his name, bright red by this point from many emotions, and frowns, still trying to finish the first page, realizing he's read the first paragraph at least three times.
Combeferre groaned when Luc wrapped him in his arms, enjoying being held so firmly.
Luc smiles, laughing softly. "I suppose I don't have to worry about breaking you...but poor thing! You'd think you hadn't had a good, strong fucking in a very long time..."
Ferre grins, straddling Luc properly and pressing himself teasingly against Luc's erection. "You think so?"
"I know so." Luc grins, firmly but gently rolling Combeferre onto his front, pushing the boy down the bed until his head is hanging down beside Grantaire. Luc grins wickedly and settles himself between Combeferre's thighs, poking at the little pink hole.
Combeferre bites his lip, groaning. "Who said I wanted you on top?" he teased, wiggling away a little, scratching at Luc's chest with his nails.
Grantaire moans, trying to stifle it by clamping his mouth shut, leaning down until his nose is nearly touching the book, his hair falling down like a curtain. His cock is very, very hard, and he has to struggle not to look at his lover's face.
Luc laughs. "Well, this seems like...the most distracting way...and I thought that was the point. And I'm certainly not going to be on the -bottom-." He groans at the nails, enjoying it for a moment before catching Combeferre's hands, pulling him up for a rough, stubbly kiss.
Combeferre squeaked into the kiss, a noise R had never heard from him before. He struggled, biting at Luc's lower lip and wrapping his arms possessively around his neck and shoulders. He pulled away, gasping. "It will do for a distraction." he panted. "And though I'll allow you to fuck me, I would prefer to be on top." the curse word sounded strange coming from the medical student.
"Wouldn't you rather he watch your face beside him as I fuck you, and he can see everything I can do to you reflected there?" Luc asks, almost poetically, still holding the boy's wrists, lifting his arms over their heads. He kisses Combeferre again, even more roughly. "...at this point, I don't know if you're -allowing- me to fuck you," he growls.
Grantaire does pop up briefly at the squeak, making sure his Combeferre is alright, but just as quickly sits down again, trying desperately to concentrate on the book and not on his throbbing erection. He flips ahead to see how many pages are in the chapter--twenty-three! He's hardly finished the first page! He lays flat on the floor, head most of the way under the bed, determined not to fail.
"Just because I allow it, doesn't mean I won't make you earn it." Combeferre chuckled, wriggling away a little, held mostly still by his wrists. He groaned into the kiss, grinding up against Luc.
Luc laughs heartily. "Ah, is that how it is? Alright then..." The larger man slowly leans against Combeferre, levering him backwards by his wrists and with the weight on his chest, until they're back in the same position Luc had put them in. Before the medical student can squirm away again, Luc quickly places his head to the boy's opening with a satisfied groan, pressing as hard as he can without hurting.
Combeferre's back arches and he screams, wrapping his legs around Luc and scratching down his sides.
Luc laughs heartily. "Ah, is that how it is? Alright then..." The larger man slowly leans against Combeferre, levering him backwards by his wrists and with the weight on his chest, until they're back in the same position Luc had put them in. Before the medical student can squirm away again, Luc quickly places his head to the boy's opening with a satisfied groan, pressing as hard as he can without hurting.
Combeferre's back arches and he screams, wrapping his legs around Luc and scratching down his sides.
"Ow!" Bahorel gasps, chuckling and grabbing Combeferre's wrists so he can't scratch anymore.
Combeferre means to apologize, but the words don't seem to fit in with his groaning and crying. He writhes under Bahorel. He leans his head on R's shoulder, his whole frame rocking with each thrust.
Grantaire cries out, his fingertips actually touching his cock before, gritting his teeth, he forces his hand away again, clamping both hands firmly around the book, trying to ignore his lover's warm weight on his shoulder.
Bahorel smirks triumphantly and changes his angle slightly so that he's driving Combeferre more down than front to back, the better to press the medical student's head onto R's shoulder.
Combeferre feels his whole body light up as Bahorel drives into his prostate. He bites his lip, burying his face in R's hair, his body shuddering and shaking in a silent orgasm.
"Oh, fuuuck..." Bahorel groans, feeling Combeferre's already tight hole clench around his cock as the medical student cums. He takes advantage of the opportunity by pounding all the harder, hands wrapped around Combeferre's slim wrists. Suddenly, he has a wicked idea--gathering both wrists in one hand, he grabs a fistful of R's hair, around Ferre, with the other, yanking it in time to his fucking.
Grantaire screams, eyes fluttering shut and rolling up in his head, completely undone. The book now sports an unfortunate stain.
Combeferre cums rather dramatically, spilling across his own chest and even onto R. He starts to go limp, practically oozing into the bed beneath Bahorel.
Bahorel digs his fingers into the hollows of Combeferre's shoulders to keep him from sliding right off the bed and landing on R's head as he pounds out a last few strokes before cumming as deep inside Combeferre as he can with a deep groan.
Grantaire moans, but not happily, as he peels the book out of his lap and sees the large wet mark.
Combeferre purrs with pleasure, weakly grabbing at Grantaire's (unfortunately cum-stained) hair, trying to pull him up for post-coital snuggles.
Looking despondent, Grantaire allows himself to be pulled onto the bed, clutching the book guiltily to his chest.
Bahorel raises an eyebrow at the kicked puppy expression, rolling off of Combeferre and managing to take over ninety percent of the bed. "Uh oh. Looks like rain," he laughs.
Combeferre looked puzzled at Luc's statement, pulling R to his chest and kissing him happily. He was still incapable of words.
R snuggles back mutely, his lip quivering and on the verge of tears.
Prying the book out of Grantaire's grasp, Bahorel yawns. "Jeez, Ferre, you couldn't've at least picked something interesting? I can't understand three words of this."
Ferre looked sympathetically at R, kissing his eyelids gently. He seemed regretful. Still mute, though.
R buries his face in Combeferre's neck, making himself as small as possible like a frightened child.
Bahorel shakes his head, wrapping his arms around both of them, poking Ferre with on large finger. "Hey, you, say something before he gets the bed wet...er."
Ferre kissed R's forehead, stroking his hair. "'s alright." he murmured. "J't'aime."
"I came! On the book!" R wails.
Out of sight of both of them, Bahorel rolls his eyes. As fun as Grantaire is to play with...he makes no sense. None what so ever.
Combeferre smiled. "Don't care." he said contentedly.
R snuggles his head out from under Combeferre's chin, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, making sure his lover is telling the truth.
Grinning, Bahorel rolls himself on top of them both, heartily squishing them.
Combeferre flails helplessly. "Cruel! Need... after sex snuggles." he nestled into R, smiling at his lover reassuringly. "I'm sorry I made it so difficult."
Shaking his head, R blinks away his tears. "It wasn't. I'm sorry..." He hardly notices he's being crushed.
"Oh, alright," Luc grumbles playfully. "I have to piss, anyway." He ambles to the chamberpot to give them a little privacy.
Combeferre smiled. "It was my mistake, mon cher, not yours. You did remarkably well."
"...really?" Grantaire asks, hopefully.
There is the sound of Bahorel sighing contentedly, and of his piss filling the empty pot.
He nods, kissing R on his stubbly chin.
R grins, oozing back under his lover's chin with a happy sigh, closing his eyes happily.
"You c'n come back now, Bahorel." murmured the happy medical student, snuggling his sticky lover happily.
"Ahhh...alright." Luc swaggers back to join them, wedging himself somehow between them so he has a smaller man on each shoulder. "Good idea, Ferre."
"Mhm." Ferre chuckled. "Though I doubt you liked the idea for the same reasons I did." he teased.
"Oh? What other reasons are there?"
R slowly relaxes, eyelashes fluttering against Bahorel's shoulder.
"Submission." he smiled, stroking R's cheek.
Blushing, R smiles across Luc's broad chest at his lover, shivering happily.
Luc shrugs with a yawn. "Ah, sex is sex. Sure, a bit of this," he tugs Grantaire's hair, "or this," he claws his way up the cynic's side, "is fun, but..."
Combeferre laughed, kissing Luc's cheek. "You're surprisingly delightful."
"Hmph!" Luc protests. "There's no surprise about it! You should have known I was delightful from the moment you met me...punching your lover..." He frowns, then laughs, pulling Combeferre into a full kiss.
Grantaire makes little inarticulate sounds, squirming about in Luc's arm.
Combeferre groaned a little, cock twitching but unable to do anything more than that. He chuckled, almost light headed.
Luc grins, forcing his tongue into Ferre's mouth almost as violently as he had penetrated his other end, wrapping his other arm around Grantaire's throat as he rolls onto his side, bringing the other with him.
Ferre makes another little squeak, gasping as soon as he's allowed up for air. He scratches at Luc's muscular arm.
"Hey, stop that. What'd I tell you about that?" Luc playfully shoves Ferre away, turning on his other side and contemplating Grantaire.
Grantaire's squeak sounds astonishingly similar to Combeferre's as he sees the look in Luc's eyes.
Luc grins down at him wickedly, wrapping an arm around R's waist and pulling him into a kiss that was just as violent as the one he'd shared with Ferre.
R melts, eagerly letting Luc have his way with him, wrists outstretched as though asking for Bahorel to grab them, or rather as though they've already been grabbed.
Bahorel grabbed Ferre's hands and put them on Grantaire's wrists. Ferre smiled contentedly, tightening his grip on R and holding him down for Luc. Bahorel spread Grantaire's legs, thumbing the eager pucker.
Gasping at the large, rough, unlubricated thumb pressing against his ass, Grantaire writhes, struggling a little for the pleasure of it. He's momentarily confused about where the extra hands have come from.
Luc chuckled low in his chest, removing his thumb. He straddled R's head, pressing his cock to R's lips.
Grantaire eagerly opens his mouth as soon as he feels the warm, smooth flesh touch it, eyes closing so he can concentrate better on the task at hand, or rather lips.
He makes little disappointed noises when the thumb goes away, leaving his anus unattended.
Luc held R's jaw, slowly sliding his cock into the man's mouth, then back out.
Grantaire goes completely limp as his jaw is grabbed, eyes rolling back in his head again, mouth open to accommodate the cock.
Luc takes his time fucking R's face, until he feels he's well lubricated enough by the man's saliva. He removes himself (despite whimperings) and positions himself quickly, forcing his way into R's anus without much preparation.
R makes little eager noises around the cock, and there are indeed whimpers when it's removed...closely followed by deep, happy moans as he's quickly and roughly entered.
Luc groaned. He'd expected Ferre to be tighter than R, seeing as he assumed it was Ferre's first time being fucked... however he was starting to think otherwise. R was deliciously tight and it felt like he was controlling every muscle.
R has actually spent a good long time figuring himself out in that region, and is probably more of an expert on rectal muscles than Combeferre...though he wouldn't know their latin names. He groans and bucks, almost breaking free of Ferre's grip a few times without meaning to.
Ferre's fingers tightened over R's wrists. The medical student enjoyed feeling his lover's pulse elevate, his struggling, the tendons in his wrists rising and falling as he clenched his hands into fists.
Luc slid in hard and deep, his testicles slapping against R's butt.
R shudders, caught between the two of them, and not able to cum until he's told...even though Luc is fucking him just right, and it's a struggle. He has an instant of knowing what Ferre is thinking, quickly forgotten as he's fucked.
"Cum." Ferre whispered after he felt R's pulse quicken even further. He could tell just from R's physical reactions how close the man was to exploding. Luc grabbed R's hips and fucked him faster as he started to cum.
Grantaire screams, throwing his hips back against Luc. Combeferre's whisper throws him over the edge; not just the word, he could have said 'potatoes' and it would have had the same effect.
Luc finished spurting into R. He pulled out, wiping his cock on R's thigh and then collapsing on the bed on one side of R, letting the stubbly boy be in the middle.
Nearly purring, Grantaire settles between his two men, grabbing each of their cocks before almost instantly falling asleep, something quite unusual for him.
Combeferre chuckled, stroking Grantaire's hair... the bits that weren't cum-stained.
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