A Party For Three

Elijah/Dom/Billy

Billy leaned against the doorframe and watched as Elijah said goodnight to Sean. He knew exactly what was being said, even if he couldn't hear the exact words. Sean was telling him to be careful, to get some sleep. To not let himself be distracted by Billy and Dom. Even as Billy thought the words, Sean looked over, and Billy had to hide a smirk at the timing.

He watched as Elijah answered - he didn't know what was being said then - and smiled as Elijah reached up and cupped Sean's face between his hands for a second before kissing him gently. He watched Sean lean into it, and felt the briefest pang of pity for him. He wanted more than he could ask for, more than he should desire, and he obviously treasured these brief moments. Billy watched, shifting slightly now, as Sean's arms went around Elijah and the two of them stood together for a long minute, before Elijah peeled himself away, and pushed Sean towards the closed door of the room he shared with his wife.

Sean looked at Billy and waggled his fingers in farewell, and Billy smiled, the smile turning into a grin as Elijah approached. "Okay?"

"Sure." Elijah stopped a foot or so away from Billy. "He's tired."

"What about you?" Billy asked. "Are you tired?"

Elijah shook his head, and his mouth began to twitch. "All depends on what you're going to offer me."

Billy finally pushed himself away from the doorframe. "Come off it. You've already been a part of film history. What more do you want?"

Elijah tilted his head to one side, for a moment looking so young that Billy was rocketed back to the first day they had ever met, but then Elijah smiled, and Billy realised that the eyes were different now. Older, wiser. Infinitely more mature.

"If you listen," Elijah said, edging closer to Billy, "you can hear the parties still going on. We're missing serious drinking time." He paused, so close that Billy could feel his heat. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Er, no." Billy reached out and grabbed hold of Elijah's tie, pulling him off balance and making him yelp slightly as he cannoned into Billy. He didn't have time to say anything else because Billy's lips were suddenly on his, Billy's tongue deep in his mouth, and Elijah grunted in satisfaction and let himself relax, his knees barely locking, one hand moving to tangle in Billy's hair while the other hooked around the back of his neck, holding them pressed together.

"That's it," Billy whispered as he finally broke the kiss. "That's what I've been waiting for. Fucking hell, boy, I've missed this."

Elijah smiled, but didn't answer, and they stood together, foreheads almost touching, the only sound the faint buzzing of the lights above their heads.

"If we stand here much longer, we'll get caught," Elijah said finally. "We're in a hotel, Bills, not your house or my house. Make the choice. Where do we go?"

"In here," Billy said immediately, stepping back, but keeping a firm grip on Elijah's tie and pulling him along the corridor. "He's waiting for you as well."

Stumbling slightly, Elijah wasn't surprised to see that one of the doors was slightly ajar, and was even less surprised when Billy pulled him toward it. As they staggered into the room, Elijah barely had time to register the dim lights, the empty champagne bottles, the clothes on the floor, before Dom appeared, naked and lean, his face alight with happiness.

"We've been waiting," he said, and then pushed Billy aside and stepped into Elijah's space, his eyes shining.

Elijah raised his mouth to meet Dom's, revelling in the different sensations he caused. Billy made him feel good and safe - Billy was home, slow gentle lovemaking on a Sunday morning; Dom was fucking, hard and fast and dangerous. He loved them both.

He sighed as Dom released him, rocking forward slightly, watching Dom's eyes smile. He felt movement behind him, and his head tilted back as Billy's hands rested on his shoulders, pulling at his jacket, feeling the material slide down his arms as he moved, then cool air on his back before Billy's warm hands were there again, and his eyes closed in pleasure.

"We've missed you," Billy said softly, his lips against Elijah's neck, teeth scraping at the junction of shoulder and neck.

"I'm here now," Elijah breathed, resting his cheek against Billy head. "I'm back now." He smiled. "And anyway, you're the one who lives thousands of miles away, remember?"

"Not what we mean," Dom said, beginning to unfasten Elijah's shirt. "You went away in your head for a little while. We missed you."

"I'm here ... oh!" Elijah's breath caught as Billy untucked Elijah's shirt and helped Dom pull it off, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. Dom leaned forward and kissed Elijah's throat, and Elijah rested his hand on smooth, warm flesh.

"You've already been fucked," he said, gazing into Dom's eyes. "Billy's had you, hasn't he?" He heard Billy grunt an assent, and then sighed in pleasure as a warm tongue worked its way down his spine. He arched slightly, pushing himself into Dom's grip. "Was it good?"

"It always is," Dom said softly. "You know that."

"I know." He pulled away from both of them and walked over to the table, idly looking for something to drink. He knew he was trembling, sweating, and already growing hard, but he wasn't going to rush this. There were certain things that had to be done first.

He turned around and met the amused, knowing gaze of both Billy and Dom.

"Undress him," he said. "Let me see you kiss him."

Smiling, Dom turned to Billy, and held out his arms. Without a pause Billy walked into the embrace, and Elijah watched as, with the ease of long practice, they kissed, Billy's head tilted away from Elijah so that he could see the working of the other man's throat, almost see Dom's tongue invading his mouth. He saw Billy's throat move; felt, rather than heard, the moan of approval, and he felt himself grow harder still, putting the heel of his hand against his crotch, and rubbing quickly, trying to ease some of the pressure.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he heard himself say. "Dom..."

Dom's hand waved at him to shut him up, then moved back to Billy's shirt unfastening the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. It fell to the floor and joined Elijah's, a pile of soft white cotton. Elijah watched it as it billowed and settled, then his mind and his gaze were dragged back to Dom and Billy, Dom, naked and golden, Billy, paler and stockier, his fingers tangled in Dom’s hair as they kissed and kissed. Elijah put his fingers against his own lips, feeling them still tender, and he smiled.

A muffled noise from Billy made him catch his own breath. There was no word for that noise, drawn from deep inside him. He and Dom were the only people who could make Billy sounds like that. His head was back now, and Elijah could see a sheen of sweat forming on the pale chest, glistening in the dusting of hair on his chest. Dom’s lips were against the pale throat, but that wasn’t what caused the noise. Dom’s hand was inside Billy’s trousers, and from where he stood Elijah could see what was happening.

"Take them off," he said huskily, swallowing in a throat that was suddenly dry. "Oh please take them off…"

"Come and do it for me," Dom said, raising his head and gazing at Elijah out of eyes that were nothing short of feral. "I’m busy."

Deciding that he had been patient enough Elijah obeyed, quickly crossing the space between them and moving to stand behind Billy, reversing their earlier positions as he let his hands slide slowly around Billy’s waist until his fingers met Dom’s wrist, and all three of them froze for a second.

"You should be in the middle," Billy said, slightly breathless. "You’ve always belonged in the middle." With a move Elijah couldn’t follow, Billy twisted and Dom moved, and before he knew quite where he was, he was indeed in the middle, Dom against his back, Billy smiling into his eyes. "It’s your home," Billy said. "Here, with us." He kissed Elijah then, and whatever words any of them had been trying to form vanished.

When his trousers were pushed down he stepped out of them, laughing slightly as his shoes got tangled up. He didn’t know who it was who pulled them off, but he heard them thud to the floor. He didn’t know who led him to the couch because by then the kisses were like fire and the voices were leading him down a familiar, loved path.

"Christ, Elijah, you’re so fucking gorgeous…"

"That’s it, Lij. Just stay with us, we’ll take care of you…"

"Remember when we first did this? You said that you didn’t know what to do with your hands…"

"That’s it… touch me…"

Elijah reached out almost blindly, his hands cupping hot, hard flesh, stroking velvet skin. He wanted to touch it and taste it, but the lights were starting to go off behind his eyes and he didn’t want that, didn’t want it to be over before it started.

"It’s all right, Lij," Dom’s voice was soothing, the pressure of his body calming. "Calm down. We’ve got the whole night. Open your eyes and look at me."

He did as he was told, and the world came into focus. He was lying on the couch in the hotel suite, and the Oscars and the noise were hours and a world away. He reached out and ran a hand down Dom’s chest, reached out again and touched Billy’s cock.

"Cover me," he whispered.

It was Dom who moved first, spreading himself over Elijah, covering the slighter body with his own, and Elijah gasped out his pleasure, parting his legs and wrapping them around Dom, moving his hips against him as he tried to find friction.

He reached out with a flailing hand and found Billy, pulling him forward and kissing him until they were a tangled mess of limbs, as it should be. As it always had been. He loved the feeling of being surrounded, of being wanted by them. They were both right; he belonged in the middle.

He moved his hips again, meeting Dom’s downward thrust with an upward one of his own, and he moaned his pleasure and his need into Billy’s mouth.

"I want to watch you come," Billy whispered, his voice low and rasping. "No better sight in the world." He put his hand in Elijah’s hair, holding his head still. "Come for me, Lij."

"Oh, fuck…" Elijah snaked his arms around Dom’s waist, pulling them closer together, his hips working more frantically now, hunting for the release he needed, and Dom replied in kind until their bodies were working together in some kind of bizarre erotic tandem, each one of them demanding and giving at the same time. And even as Elijah’s brain began to short circuit, even as he tried to obey Dom’s whispered, "Look at me," there was Billy, whispering to him and kissing him until all the flesh and the noise and the voices merged into one, and Elijah’s back arched as he came, legs and arms wrapped around Dom, tongue deep in Billy’s mouth, sobbing their names.

"That’s it," Dom said softly, brushing the sweaty hair away from Elijah’s forehead. "That’s what it’s all about, right?"

"Right." Elijah swallowed, his throat dry and raspy. "Christ, I’ve missed you."

"Of course you have," Billy said, kissing Elijah’s cheek. "It’s only right and proper."

Elijah laughed, then swallowed, and laughed again. "You can get off any time you want," he said to Dom. "It’s getting hot under here."

"Maybe I like it here," Dom replied, moving his hips and bringing his still-hard cock into contact with Elijah’s soft belly. "Maybe I’ll stay here all night."

"If you do that, you won’t be able to fuck him," Billy said, reaching out to stroke his finger down Dom’s face. "And you want to fuck him, you said so. And I want to watch you. And he wants you to, don’t you Lij?"

"Wouldn’t fight you off with a big stick," Elijah agreed, smiling. "It’s been a long time."

"Too good an offer to refuse," Dom said, sitting up and pushing himself off Elijah, kneeling on the floor next to Billy and kissing him quickly.

Elijah didn’t move, his gaze shifting between the two men kneeling on the floor. "So? Where do you want to do this? Would be more comfortable in the bedroom."

"Here," Billy said, pushing himself to his feet and reaching down to pull Elijah upright. "I need to be able to sit down."

"What? Your knees giving you trouble, old man?" Elijah ducked the cuff that was aimed at him, and pulled Billy down next to him, kissing the pale shoulder before dipping his head and letting his tongue circle one of Billy’s nipples, making Billy fidget slightly and grunt.

Billy relaxed for a minute, Elijah’s tongue roaming over his chest, then lower, making him pull in a sharp breath as he felt Elijah’s teeth scrape through the hair on his belly. He put a hand down, pushing the dark head still lower and Elijah went willingly, his tongue lapping at the top of Billy’s cock which was peeking out from his loosened trousers, so red it was almost purple.

"Lose the kecks." Elijah’s head jerked up at the sound of Dom’s voice close to his ear.

"Go on," Dom said, "take his trousers off. Kneel down, Lij. Don’t you want to suck him?"

"You know I do," Elijah said, shifting obediently, hooking his fingers into Billy’s trousers and pulling them down, Billy helpfully raising his hips as Elijah pulled the soft material completely off and dropped them on the floor.

He settled himself on his knees, pushing Billy’s legs apart, as the older man slouched back, eyes half closed, a smile of anticipation tugging at his lips.

Although he had been anticipating it, Elijah still jumped slightly as he felt Dom’s warm weight settle against his back.

"Gonna fuck you, Lij." Dom’s voice was low, husky, making the hair on the back of Elijah’s neck stand up. "Gonna fuck you while you suck him. You ready for that?"

"God, yes," Elijah breathed, his eyes locking with Billy’s as he arched back into Dom. Billy ran one hand across Elijah’s cheek, then traced the full lips, dipping briefly into the hot mouth.

"Go on," Dom whispered.

Elijah paused for another second, then ducked his head, running his tongue up Billy’s thigh, smoothing down the coarse hair, his fingers digging into firm muscle.

His tongue swirled briefly around the head of Billy’s cock then dipped lower, licking at his balls, making Billy gasp and arch slightly.

He grunted when he felt Dom’s hands warm on his back, fingers pressing into his flesh, soothing and readying him. When he felt Dom’s fingers slide into him, he whimpered into Billy’s skin, his body rocking forward.

"It’s okay," Billy whispered, his fingers moving to tangle with Elijah’s. "Just relax."

"You okay?" Dom’s breath was hot against his neck.

"God, yes," Elijah gasped. "Feels perfect – so fucking good." He forced his body backward, impaling himself on Dom’s fingers, at the same time wrapping his own hand around Billy’s cock, all of them moving with the same rhythm.

"You ready?" Dom asked, and Elijah nodded, his head going back to rest against Dom’s shoulder, Billy temporarily forgotten.

He felt the thickness of Dom’s cock, slick and ready against him, and it took every ounce of willpower not to beg. Painfully slowly, he felt Dom slide into him and it felt so right that Elijah couldn’t understand why they had left it so long.

"Hello?" Elijah forced his eyes open. "You look amazing," Billy continued, "but I’m starting to feel lonely."

What started as a laugh turned into a groan as Elijah leaned forward, and with no hesitation took Billy’s cock into his mouth.

"Start it," Billy whispered to Dom, splaying his legs wider and burying his hands in Elijah’s hair. Dom plastered himself against Elijah’s back, beginning to move his hips, listening to Elijah grunt, revelling in the sensation of the smaller body below his being pushed into the cleft between Billy’s legs.

When Billy began to talk, Elijah wasn’t surprised. He had never met anybody who talked so much during sex. It was why they always tried to keep his mouth occupied.

"We taught you this, didn’t we, Lij? Remember when you first came to us?"

"Don’t start, Bills," Dom gasped, his hips moving faster. "We’ve all come a long way since then."

Elijah knew there was a joke there, but he was completely unable to formulate a coherent thought, trapped between the two warm, familiar bodies, rocking forward onto Billy’s cock and backward onto Dom’s. It felt like coming home.

Billy’s cock was heavy in his mouth, the tip touching the back of his throat as he was pushed forward, then catching on his tongue and teeth as he rocked back.

"It feels so fucking good," Billy said softly. "Your mouth, your cock. I can feel both of you."

Elijah raised his hands and put them on Billy’s chest, then slid them down to his belly, pressing hard. Billy arched and swore, and Elijah knew he had won. He pushed back, urging Dom to move harder, faster, and pressed down again with his hands, and Billy arched again, throwing all three of them off balance, but by that point it didn’t matter, and Billy, who had been watching and wanting Elijah all night, came with a muffled cry. Elijah swallowed desperately, his eyes closing at the familiar taste. He moved his hand behind him, flailing desperately until he connected with some part of Dom – a hip, he thought blankly – and dug his fingers in. Dom responded by upping the pace and pounding into him. Elijah pulled away, letting Billy’s cock slip out of his mouth, gasping for breath.

"Look at me." Billy’s voice was impossible to deny, and he managed to raise his head, locking his gaze with Billy’s.

Dom’s thrusts became more erratic, and Elijah could hear himself whimpering as the breath caught in his throat.

"Fuck!" With a final thrust, Dom collapsed against Elijah’s back and once again Elijah’s face was pressed against Billy’s thigh, one hand resting on Dom’s hip, the other held safe captive by Billy.

"You are fucking perfect," Dom said when he finally caught his breath, his lips brushing Elijah’s shoulder.

"He’s shaking like a leaf," Billy said, his free hand running through Elijah’s hair. "Were we a bit much for you?"

Elijah grunted, his face still against Billy’s leg.

"No," he said finally. "So good."

"Get on the couch," Dom said, peeling himself away. "Bill’s right, you’re trembling."

More grateful than he wanted to admit, Elijah did as he was told. He was exhausted and wired at the same time – fucking these two was the equivalent of a workout.

Dom moved quickly into the corner of the couch, and Elijah curled up against him, stretching his legs when Billy sat next to him so that the backs of his legs were resting on Billy’s naked thighs.

He gave a kind of half-groan, half-laugh as Billy’s knowing hand snaked into his lap, stroking his semi-hard cock.

"This is nice," Billy said, his hand moving slowly. "So nice."

"So nice," Dom echoed, lowering his head and nipping at the skin behind Elijah’s ear. Elijah tilted his head, helpless once again under the onslaught of hands and lips.

"God!" Elijah’s whole body shook as Dom’s lips rested over a certain spot just behind Elijah’s ear – a spot all three of them were familiar with, and with a small huff of breath that could almost be a laugh, Dom began to suckle and nip, and Elijah’s hands clenched into fists as his eyes closed in pleasure.

Closing his eyes was a mistake, he realised almost immediately. With his sight gone he could feel everything much more intensely. Dom’s lips were slightly chapped, his breath hot and his body hard. His dangerous fuck.

Billy was softer, warmer, his hands were clever as they teased him, stroking him to full hardness and making him writhe in helpless pleasure.

Dom’s hands moved to Elijah’s chest, teasing already sensitive nipples, then sliding down and pressing against his belly, echoing what Elijah had done to Billy.

"Please …" The word came out on a sob. "Oh God, Billy…" He moved his legs, trying to thrust up into Billy’s teasing grip, but he couldn’t get the necessary traction and he sobbed in frustration.

"Kiss me now," Billy whispered moving close, his hand still working. "Tell us you’ve missed us."

"Missed you …" Elijah gasped his hips moving. "Please…" His next words were lost in Billy’s mouth and he raised his hands, resting them on Billy’s back, gripping handfuls of flesh kneading the skin, desperate now as his senses began to head for meltdown.

Billy pulled out of the kiss, their mouths parting with an obscene wet smack, and with a smile Elijah could feel even though he couldn’t see it, slid downward and took Elijah’s cock into his mouth.

"No! Oh God…" Elijah’s head rocked back and he felt Dom’s hand come up to cup his chin, strong fingers stroking his jaw while he whispered softly into Elijah’s ear.

Elijah’s back arched and his breath began to catch in his throat as Billy’s teeth gently scraped against his cock and with a final helpless arch of his back he came, his orgasm so intense that for a second he forgot how to breathe.

When Billy released him and sat up, Elijah sagged back into Dom’s arms unable to even think clearly.

"We’ve done him in," Dom’s voice was amused, his lips soft against Elijah’s’ ear. "Fucked and sucked him to death."

"What a way to go," Elijah said quietly, pulling Billy towards him so they were once again a tangled mass of arms and legs.

"We’re all sticky," Billy said after a long minute. "Stay."

He climbed off the couch and vanished briefly before returning with a warm cloth which he used to gently wash Elijah, almost reverential in his soft touch.

"Okay?" Billy kissed Elijah’s cheek.

"More than," Elijah said, relaxing into Dom’s arms. "Can we do that again soon?"

"I think we need some sleep first," Dom said, his voice amused. "It’s almost light outside, and I haven’t seen you sleep yet."

"One of his favourite things," Billy said, raising an eloquent eyebrow and Elijah laughed silently.

"Come on," Billy stood up and held out his hand. "Bed."

Elijah’s knees trembled as he stood up and he laughed again as he staggered to the bed, clambering under the sheets and sighing with relief as his body relaxed.

They settled down to sleep, tangled easily together, the way it always had been. With Elijah in the middle.

The End

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