René kissed Grantaire roughly, fingers pulling at his wild, wavy mane.
"Nhn..." Grantaire moaned, arching his neck to keep from having too much pressure on his hair.
René bent the man over the bed on his knees, scratching down his back to pull apart his ass cheeks.
Grantaire squirmed wildly with delight, trying to work René's finger into his exposed hole. He moaned at the scratches, going limp across his lover's lap.
René kept his fingers out of R, but the man could hear and feel someone approaching behind him. Something hot and slick slid into his anus roughly and big hands grabbed his hips. René grinned, kissing Grantaire and rubbing his lover's cock with his knee, none-too-gently.
Grantaire's eyes widened a little with anxiety at the sound of foot steps behind him, but he trusts Courfeyrac and kept his eyes fixed on his lover's. Soon, the feeling of being so forcefully entered by a large cock has distracted Grantaire from anything else. The feeling of René forcing his ass cheeks open for another man to fuck him, and the rough treatment on his cock and balls soon has his head thrown back, crying out with delight.
René groaned, biting Grantaire's shoulder and neck hard. Luc chuckled deeply, groaning as he slid even deeper into R, his hips practically bruising R's ass as he fucks him hard.
"Ohh...yes..." Grantaire moaned, arching back into the cock filling him as much as he can, held in place by René's teeth and hands on his ass. Grantaire was soon making high, incoherent noises in time to the unknown man's pounding.
"You like?" René murmured around the skin in his mouth, grabbing R's cock in his hand and squeezing.
Luc's fingernails raked down Grantaire's hips.
"Yessssss..." Grantaire hissed, caught between the two of them, helpless as they had his way with him...and loving every second of it. His breathing quickened as rough, uneven nails scratched his hips, making his cock begin to leak.
René's hand tightened around Grantaire's cock mercilessly, squeezing like a snake.
"Naahhh!" Grantaire moaned. At this point, he wasn't sure if he could cum, René was gripping his cock so hard. He bucked against the grip, working René's hand as much as he could.
René grinned wickedly, enjoying the feeling of Luc pounding into the man above him. Luc grabbed Grantaire by his hair, yanking his head back roughly.
Grantaire's eyes filled with joyous tears, not quite spilling yet. He easily gave in to Luc’s grip on his hair, baring his throat for René.
René scooted about on the bed, flipping around to force Grantaire down on his cock, fighting Luc for control of the man's head. He kept his grip on R's cock and squeezed his testicles roughly too.
Again caught between the two of them, Grantaire laughed wildly. Not sure what to do with his hands, he rested them on René's thighs, moaning around his mouthful. He bit down occasionally as René found an especially tender grip on his balls.
René groaned, starting to suck at the man above him, deep-throating him. His grip on Grantaire's balls stayed about the same.
Luc swatted Grantaire's ass, spanking him as he fucked him.
Grantaire screamed, the sound muffled by René's cock in his mouth. He started to cum, the spanking throwing him over the edge in spite of René's grip.
René lapped up his lover's semen, groaning happily and thrusting into R's mouth.
Luc only gripped the boy's hips tighter and sped up, fucking him almost raw.
Soon moaning almost continually around René's cock, Grantaire sucks furiously in time to the pounding his other end is receiving.
Luc finally spasms and fills R's tight hole with cum, groaning happily and crawling onto the bed.
Grantaire, shuddering, flopped against René, continuing to suck.
René moaned happily, filling R's mouth.
"Mmm..." Grantaire swallowed in great gulps of delight, making sure he's gotten every drop before lifting his head from René's lap and beaming up at his lover before wiping his face.
René smiled at him, practically fainting into the bed with happiness, curling into a little ball.
Luc wrapped an arm around Grantaire.
Eyes closed and panting a little, Grantaire burrows against the large, powerful arm gripping him. He extended a leg until he found René.
René finally sat up and rearranged them. He nestled into Grantaire's chest, letting the drunkard be in the middle of the other two men.
Grantaire purred with delight at being sandwiched between two men, an he idly stroked René's hair, enjoying the heavy, musky scent of the man holding them both, not caring enough to find out who the man is.
Soon enough they were all snoring and snuggled together in a warm heap.
*****
Grantaire was the first to wake, still snugggled and sticky between the others. He sighed happily and stretched a little, finally curious enough to wonder who was holding him. He recoiled with shock at the sight of the still-sleeping man's face.
Luc's face was surprisingly peaceful looking in sleep, much different than the intensely powerful, angry man that Grantaire recognized him as.
The drunkard was...perplexed...by how relaxed Bahorel looked. And wondered what he was doing in René's bed. Trying to calm his racing heart, Grantaire smoothly oozed out of Bahorel's arms.
René groaned, rolling over. "Mmm, no, warm." he murmured.
Startled by René's voice and movement, Grantaire froze. Forcing himself to be calm, not to overreact to Bahorel's presence in the bed, he continued freeing himself.
"Whasswrong?"
Grantaire shook his head wildly, eyes wide.
"R?" René started to sit up, aware that something was wrong.
Shaking his head again, as a warning to keep quiet, Grantaire tried to push his lover back into place, to keep Bahorel from waking. He's near panic.
René nodded, laying still. He whispered. "What's wrong?"
Relaxing a minute amount, his shoulders lowering and taking a deep, settling breath, Grantaire leaned against René, like a frightened child clinging to a parent.
René rubbed his back gently. "Tell me." he murmured as quietly as he could.
"What is he doing here?" Grantaire hissed, his head jerking sharply to indicate Bahorel. He hardly noticed the soothing hand on his back.
"He was the one fucking you last night." René said, surprised that Grantaire hadn't even checked.
Grantaire recoiled as though he'd been slapped, his face going white as he stared, aghast, at René.
"I'm sorry, but I thought it went really well. Luc and I have been lovers for almost a month now and he's never been anything but gentle with me." René said apologetically. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had history."
Grantaire laughed, a coarse, unpleasant sound verging on hysteria. "History? Yes. You could call it that." Unconsciously, the drunkard cradles his left hand in his right, soothing a long-healed wound.
"I'll get him to leave." René stroked R's hair.
"No, don't! Don't wake him!"
"Alright." the delicate man agreed. "Would you tell me what happened between you?"
"Not here," Grantaire whispered. "We should...go..."
"Alright." René helped him sneak out of bed, dressing quietly and scribbling a quick note for Luc (and leaving him a few francs for a fiacre).
Once they're safely out of the bed, and Bahorel is still safely snoring in it, Grantaire slumped with relief against René.
René kissed R's face gently. "We'll go get a coffee." he guided him to the nearest cafe and into a quiet booth.
Grantaire nodded, fast and shallow and edgy, pressing against René with every step until they're safely out of the flat, when he (almost comically) begins easing away from his lover, a little with every step, until he was walking beside René, if unusually close. He sank gratefully into the booth. "I'm sorry, René. You must think me quite mad..."
"No, I'm just sorry I didn't know." he apologized again, kissing R's stubbly chin. René ordered coffees and cake, sipping his once it came and waiting for Grantaire to calm down enough to talk.
Grantaire gulped the hot coffee, cursing a few times as he burned his mouth, but not slowing down. The cake vanished just as quickly, but the heat and food served to steady him. Sighing raggedly, Grantaire snuggled against René's side, looking rather ashamed.
René kissed his cheek. "When did you meet him?" he asked softly.
"A few years ago..." His left hand cradeled in his right again, Grantaire stared at the rough, pitted table top, idly flicking a few crumbs around with his right pinkie.
René gently stroked Grantaire's right hand.
Even when the crumbs are gone, Grantaire's pinkie is still making short, jerky arcs across the rough wood until he forces it to be still. He looked into René's face, eyes wide with desperation. "I'm...I'm sorry," he murmured. He slowly offered his left hand, on which several of his fingers have clearly been broken. "You know how sore my hand gets," he said, indicating the bones of his hand, "it's
because some of these were broken."
René hugged him tightly, heart sinking. "I'm sorry... I know he had a violent past but I didn't think you knew each other."
Wishing for something stronger than coffee, Grantaire's gaze bored into René's. "He was insane back then, like a wounded animal. There was...something wrong with him. I don't know about now." He nestled gratefully against René.
"He's never hurt me. He seems troubled." René said thoughtfully, "but I've never seen his violence directed at anything besides boxing or scrapping with strangers."
R nodded, relaxing a little. "I'm glad. I...I don't know what I would do if he hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I didn't think..." His breathing has sped up again with distress.
"Shh, it's alright." René wrapped an arm around him, ordering them another coffee, this one with brandy.
Smelling the brandy when the mug is plonked in front of him, Grantaire nodded gratefully at René before swallowing the hot liquid as quickly as possible. He relaxed as the alcohol took effect, and he laughed softly. "I'm sorry. I overreacted."
"The man broke your fingers. I would have overreacted." René stroked R's hair. "You reacted just perfectly."
For a moment, Grantaire almost blurted, if he had just broken my fingers I wouldn't be this upset, but he held himself back, nodding instead. He finally felt René's calm hand on his hair, and slowly forced his bunched muscles to loosen. He closed his eyes and stared at the table again. "I enjoyed last night."
"I'm glad." his lover said softly, "I'm so sorry."
Grantaire sniffed and settled against René. "It's alright. Please, don't feel bad," he murmured, seeing the distress on his lover's face.
"I wish I'd known." he kissed Grantaire's face over and over.
"I haven't seen him for years. I was hoping...I mean, I thought...he was dead."
"Why did he... I mean, if you know."
"Why was he like that, you mean?"
"That. And why did he hurt you?"
"I have no idea." Grantaire stared forlornly into the dregs of his coffee.
René passed his untouched brandy coffee to R.
Grantaire laughed. "Am I that obvious?" But he accepted the coffee gratefully, managing to sip this mug more slowly. "He...seems to have changed," he adds, hopefully.
René gave him a little smile. "Your drinks always disappear." he ordered another few drinks for them. "I... I think he must have changed, to be the person that I'm getting to know."
Grantaire nodded. "Thank you...for just going along with me, even though I must've seemed completely deranged."
"I know you better than that. If it had been Jehan acting that way, well..." he smiled.
Grantaire laughed, despite himself. "Still, thank you." He hugged René gratefully.
René kissed him deeply.
Glad that René doesn't think he's insane or anything, Grantaire kissed back, eyes closed with relief. "Je t'aime," he murmured.
"J't'aime aussi." he nuzzled into him. "And I am so sorry."
"I know, my love. Please don't be. I'm alright now, I'm sorry if I scared you."
"Would... talking to him help? I could arrange it so you'd feel safe."
Grantaire felt his eyes widen, but he forced himself to stay calm, to think. "I...I think so." He hid a grin at the thought of slender, elegant René keeping him safe from the powerful Bahorel, but he kept that thought to himself.
"Don't worry, I'll set it up. When you're ready." René said fiercely.
Strangely encouraged by René's ferocity, Grantaire smiles at his lover. "I know. I...ah...I don't want to deprive you..."
"I'll take care of you." he squeezed R's non-injured hand firmly.
"I know you will. It's what you do."
