Sorry, no title for this - can't think of one. Just PWP with no redeeming features.

"But why can’t I have another drink?" Elijah rested his head on his folded arms, and turned up the whining another notch. "I want another drink!"

"If you have another drink, you know what’ll happen," Billy said patiently. "You’ll go from – whatever state you’re in now – to utterly smashed, and then you’ll throw up all over yourself, or infinitely worse, all over one of us – " he gestured at Dom, who nodded.

"I won’t!" Raised a half notch.

"You will," replied Billy. "And you’ll be no good to either of us, so what’s the point of that?" He ruffled Elijah’s hair, smiling at the growl the action produced. "Don’t you want to make yourself useful?"

"I’m not a bloody waiter," Elijah muttered darkly. "Or a houseboy."

"Oooh," Dom put his head down on the table next to Elijah. "I’ve never had a houseboy. So to speak." He prodded Elijah in the ribs. "He’s right, you know. It’s what comes of being old."

"Wanna drink." Elijah gave it one last try, but then realised it wasn’t going to work, and pushed himself upright, his face slightly flushed. "And I’m not going to be your houseboy," he said, prodding Dominic’s ribs in his turn. "That would involve me having to clean."

"No, it wouldn’t," answered Dom, shifting so that he could see Elijah. "Although I expect that we could find novel and exciting things to do with the broom."

"Obscene git." Billy said, shifting so that he was sitting with his thigh pressed against Elijah’s. "Don’t have another drink, though Lij, okay? It’s been ages since we’ve all been in the same place at the same time, and it would be a real shame not to make the most of it."

"Maybe," Elijah said, smiling a little and returning the pressure of Billy’s leg, "just maybe I’m not in the mood for it. Maybe I want to go home and – do my knitting."

"And maybe I just saw a herd of pigs fly across the room." Dom shifted as well, until Elijah found himself trapped between the two of them, firm legs holding him in place, body heat beginning to seep through layers of clothing and into flesh.

"Come on," Billy continued, his voice low and slightly husky. "This is what we do, what we’re about. I’ve missed it, missed you." He leaned forward until he was pressed against Elijah’s side. "Missed you in my bed. Missed both of you. My imagination can never be as good as the real thing. The phone calls can never be as good." Elijah looked at him and blinked, then swallowed as he felt a hand grasp his thigh, squeezing and stroking. He turned and looked at Dom.

"He’s right." Dom’s breath was hot against Elijah’s ear. "We haven’t been together for ages, and fuck knows when we will be again." He shifted his hand, and Elijah’s breathing hitched slightly. "I want you both with me in bed, want to touch you both, watch you together, feel you on me, in me…" He shifted his hand again.

Elijah swallowed, and nodded. "It’s been a good day," he said faintly. "I’ve missed you, too, missed talking to you and laughing at, I mean with, you." He stretched, making sure that he rubbed against the other two as much as he possibly could. "But I guess I’m ready for bed now."

"That’s my boy." Billy pushed himself out of the booth they had made their own some hours ago, and stretched, his arms high above his head. Elijah let his eyes linger on the area of hairy flesh that was exposed as Billy’s shirt parted company with his jeans, and he felt his mouth water. It had been too long since he had tasted that flesh. He jumped as he felt a finger press against his bottom lip, and looked at Dom, asking a silent question.

"You’re were on the verge of drooling," Dom laughed. "It’s not becoming." He glanced at Billy, and then back to Elijah. "Looks good, doesn’t he? Tell me what you’re thinking."

"His skin," Elijah said quietly, looking back at Billy, who had let his arms drop to his side now. "The way it feels and tastes. All that hair under my tongue." He licked his lips.

"That’s it," Dom said. He slid out of the booth and moved to stand next to Billy, one arm carelessly draped over his shoulder. Nobody but Elijah could see Dom’s long fingers sliding between the buttons of Billy’s shirt, moving slowly. Billy’s breathing caught, and then steadied, while he looked at Elijah.

"God…" Elijah breathed. "Both of you. Look at you." He rubbed his fingers briefly across his eyes, and then looked at them again. He could feel his belly tightening, that familiar feeling beginning to build, a feeling he had never been able to name, but it was big, and foolish and just a little bit frightening.

"Come on," Billy said gently, holding out his hand. "Let’s go."

*

Once out in the open air, Elijah took several deep breaths, trying to clear his head. Billy was standing close beside him, and he could feel a strong hand burning into his back – Dom’s, he presumed.

"Come on," Billy said again. "Don’t you want to play?"

"Oh…" Elijah’s voice very nearly failed him. "Is it my turn? You ganging up on me?"

"No." Dom’s breath was hot against his neck, and he leaned toward the sound. "We’re not ganging up on you. But yes, it’s your turn. It’s your turn until the day you say that you don’t want it to happen."

Elijah closed his eyes for a moment, the feelings building in him making him feel dizzy. His turn. His turn to be taken to bed by these two men and driven crazy by their fingers and their tongues and their cocks … letting them take control of his body for just as long as he chose…

"Lij?" Dom’s voice was warmer, closer.

"Yeah." Elijah forced the word out of a mouth gone dry. "Yeah. Let’s go."

They walked back to Elijah’s apartment, laughing at the cold, the snow and the sheer pleasure of being together again, after so long apart.

"Different lives now, I s’pose," Billy said musingly, edging around a particularly icy patch of pavement. "It’s still weird to not see you both every single day."

"Tell me about it." Dom’s voice was full of an odd emotion, and Elijah glanced at him, but his face was as good humoured as ever.

"Well, we just have to decide what to do with the time that is given to us." Elijah paused. "Jesus, I think I just quoted. I’m possessed. Obsessed. One of those."

Dom put his arm around Elijah’s shoulders, and pulled him close, bumping their hips together, not speaking for a moment.

"So … is she home?" he asked finally, and Elijah could hear something in his voice – something that sounded very like uncertainty; but that couldn’t be right – uncertainty from Dominic was as likely as – a very unlikely thing.

"No. She’s gone to see mom," Elijah answered. "That’s where I’m going next week, remember? That and some boring awards thing – god, I hate them."

"Nearly over," Dom said. "Nearly done."

Elijah nudged him, hip and shoulder. "What’s wrong? You sound like you’re a long way from here." He put his arm around Dom’s waist and held out his other arm in an invitation for Billy to step into his accustomed place. "We’re here, aren’t we? And we’re together." He stopped and looked at Billy, who nodded. "Nothing’s over, okay? Just different."

Shaking his head, Dom smiled at both of them. "You’re right. I was just being deep and meaningful. I think some of Bill’s Celticly depressive nature has rubbed off on me."

"First of all," Billy said indignantly, "I refuse to believe that there is such a word as Celticly. Second, I’m not depressive. I’m thoughtful. Bastard."

Elijah ducked his head so that they couldn’t see him smile. It was only when they were together again that he realised how much he missed it; missed the silly bickering and the sometimes-edged comments. Missed them. Missed the three of them.

"Stop looking at the ground, you oik." Dom’s voice made Elijah’s head jerk back up. "You laughing at us?"

"No … which is to say, yes." Elijah grinned. "What you plan to do about that?"

"You’ll find out pretty damn soon." Dom’s cold fingers slid up to touch Elijah’s neck, and he squirmed. Yes, he had missed this.

*

The apartment was warm and cosy. Elijah had left lamps on in every room and it looked lived in and welcoming.

"This is seriously nice," Billy said approvingly. "I like what you’ve done. Or what Hannah’s done. Or what some interior designer called Jason has done." He took a few steps down the hall, and peered into one of the rooms. "That’s a nice living room."

"Mmm…" Elijah was all set to speak, when the breath he was taking was knocked from his lungs as he was smacked against the door and Dom’s tongue was thrust vigorously into his mouth.

"Oy!" He heard Billy’s voice, but as from a distance. "You’re starting without me, and that’s just not fair! Let him go, you git!"

Elijah pulled away as much as he could, and slid out from under Dom’s body, moving towards Billy with a determined smile, making Billy laugh and hold out his arms. Their kiss was softer, infinitely more gentle, Billy’s hands cradling Elijah’s head, while Elijah’s arms slid around him, sliding under his jacket and pulling him closer.

"Mmm," Elijah said again as the kiss broke. "You taste of home." He rested his forehead against Billy’s and smiled into his eyes.

"What about me, then?" Elijah was pushed against Billy’s body as Dom pressed against him. "What do I taste like?"

Elijah put one hand behind him, resting it on Dom’s hip. "Home, as well. Surfing and barbeques and the kind of warmth you get when it’s cold outside and you’re in a warm apartment. I may be burbling. I don’t care." He moved his head, resting it against Dom’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as Billy followed the movement, tilting his head to kiss Elijah’s neck, his tongue licking a wet trail to Elijah’s lips, and Elijah grunted his approval.

They stayed like that for a minute, until Elijah grew impatient and decided to move the action along. He moved his hands, sliding them to the front of Billy’s shirt, starting to unfasten the buttons there, pulling away from whoever was holding him so that he could fasten his mouth firmly over a pink nipple, part of his mind registering the jumping pulse running under Billy’s skin. Finally managing to untuck the shirt, he contented himself for the time being with dropping to his knees and letting his hands roam over hot, hairy flesh. He felt hands tangle in his hair, and although he couldn’t work out who they belonged to, he mumbled something against Billy’s flesh.

"Let’s move this to bed," Dom said, his pressing on Elijah’s back. "I’m getting too old to do this standing up. And anyway, we’re all fully clothed. Except Billy, who’s just a tart."

"Jealousy doesn’t become you," Billy muttered, and Elijah realised that the hands tangled in his hair belonged to Dom, as Billy stepped away. Elijah pulled experimentally, but before he could do anything, the hands tightened further and his head was pulled back so that he was practically looking up Dom’s nose.

"Not your best angle," was all he had time to say before his mouth was claimed in a hard, albeit slightly peculiar, kiss.

"Now, come on," Dom said, pulling away. Elijah’s stomach muscles clenched at the unholy light he saw in those eyes, and he willingly climbed to his feet and let Dom push him down the hallway towards his bedroom, where Billy was waiting for them.

*

Elijah loved this. He had forgotten how much he loved it until he was lying naked in the middle of the bed with Dom and Billy above him, kissing each other whilst their hands stroked Elijah, brushing over skin and hair, teasing him almost unconsciously. He ran his hands up their arms, over their faces, the tips of his fingers stroking at the corners of their mouths, not wanting to disturb them, but not wanting to be excluded from this moment either.

"You’re fucking gorgeous," he said, not even aware he was speaking. "Jesus, look at you." He splayed his hands wide, one on each of their backs, making a mental note to yet again attempt to stop biting his nails. Some part of his mind wanted to mark the skin beneath his palms, make this moment memorable.

Then Dom broke the kiss and leaned down, and all thoughts of nails and marking and owning vanished in the length of time it took for Dom to start kissing him, his tongue deep in Elijah’s mouth, and he imagined that he could taste Billy as well. He groaned, and flailed with one hand until he felt the bed sag as Billy lay down next to him.

"Christ, I’d forgotten," Billy said, his voice low and almost awe-struck. "Forgotten what you look like when you’re with us. How could I?" Elijah whimpered into Dom’s mouth as he felt Billy’s tongue against his belly, slowly moving lower until Elijah could feel his body starting to shake.

"Not so soon," Dom whispered, breaking the kiss. "Bill, not so soon."

"I’m not sure how long I can wait," Billy replied, moving back up the bed to lie pressed against Elijah, one hand reaching to stroke Dom’s hair. "Look at him, Dom. He’s ripe; waiting for us." He looked down suddenly, his gaze shrewd as he stared into Elijah’s eyes. "You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?" He ducked his head and licked suddenly across Elijah’s nipple, and Dom laughed at the sudden sound Elijah made in response.

"I’d forgotten all the sounds you make," he said, leaning down to kiss the side of Elijah’s neck. "I think I remember everything, but then when we’re together again, I realise that I don’t know half of it."

Elijah grinned, running his hand across Dom’s back, letting the other one rest on Billy’s head.

"What?" Dom asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," Elijah answered. "Just forgotten how good this feels." He turned his head as Billy moved up the bed, and he smiled again as he looked at the two of them looming over him, both of them hard and eager. Hard for him.

"I want to watch you kiss," Elijah whispered, his fingers running over their mouths. "I love watching you kiss."

"It’s your night, Lij," Billy said. "It’s your turn."

"So you have to do what I want, right?" Elijah said. "Unless you’ve changed the rules without telling me, which wouldn’t be the first time." He pulled Billy down and kissed him then held him close while he did the same to Dom. "You look fucking beautiful when you kiss. You look beautiful when you fuck each other, but tonight you’re saving that for me." He pushed them both away.

"You’re shaking," Billy said, running his hand down Elijah’s body, clever fingers curling around his cock. Elijah’s grip tightened, and Dom winced slightly as his arm was pinched painfully. "Let us take care of you first."

"No," Elijah gasped, his hips moving, thrusting into Billy’s grip. "The rules."

"Last time we did this, I was the one in the middle," Billy said, lowering his mouth to rest against the top of Elijah’s thigh. "And I asked you, very specifically as I remember, to smother me in honey and lick me clean." He raised his head and caught both of them in his glare. "What I remember happening is that the two of you gave me a wonderful floor show with honey all over each other, but nowhere near me." He lowered his head again and bit Elijah’s thigh. "Most disappointing."

"Rules are made to be broken," Dom said. "That’s what so great about them."

"No!" Elijah’s voice was a wail as, with a wink, Dom lowered his head and Elijah’s hands clenched into fists as a warm, clever mouth latched firmly onto flesh that was feeling distinctly flayed. "Oh, Christ, I hate you both!"

"Mmmm," Billy said, the noise not helping at all as it vibrated through Elijah’s body.

"Stop it!" Elijah tried again, pulling Billy’s hair and dragging at Dominic’s shoulder. He thought he had succeeded when Dom finally looked up, his eyes bright with lust and laughter. "Stop," he said again, more calmly this time.

"Bill," Dom said, "he wants us to stop."

"That right?" Billy didn’t raise his head, simply shifted his body to alter his balance, and very slowly and deliberately ran his tongue up the length of Elijah’s cock. "Shame."

"That’s what I thought." Dom moved until his lips were brushing Elijah’s. "Christ, Elijah, how are we supposed to leave you alone? You’re too fucking gorgeous. Too fuckable to leave you." He closed the last gap between them and kissed Elijah, forcing his head back into the pillows, making him gasp into Dom’s mouth. He fought against it for what seemed a long time, determined to get the game back on course, but then, quite suddenly, he gave in, lying heavy-limbed on the bed, Dom ravaging his mouth, Billy slowly and teasingly kissing his way along Elijah’s hips and belly.

When Dom finally pulled away, Elijah drew in a huge lungful of air, and then released it all in a huge sigh as Billy finally reached his destination, and Elijah’s cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness.

"Fuck," he said quietly, his fingers clenching and unclenching on Dom’s back. "Remind me again why I was fighting this?"

"Because you always do," Dom answered. "You have the memory of a goldfish." He kissed Elijah again. "You like this, you just forget."

"God…" Elijah closed his eyes and trailed off. "Watch him, Dom. Look at him while he sucks me."

Obediently, Dominic rested his head on Elijah’s chest, and together they watched as Billy sucked and licked Elijah’s cock, Elijah twitching and trembling under the clever onslaught.

"Bill," Dom said softly, reaching out to stroke his fingers through Billy’s hair. "Come up here, man. I’ve had an idea of utter fantasticness."

"Why do you keep making these words up?" Billy asked, obediently releasing Elijah’s cock and sliding slowly up the bed, making Elijah groan at the sensation. "You have enough trouble with real words."

"Shut up." Dom leaned across and kissed Billy, then pulled back, smiling at Elijah. "I can feel you shaking, you know? You want this so much."

"And you don’t?" Elijah managed, squeaking slightly as, with a move that brought to mind a wild cat, Dom pushed himself quickly upwards, knocking Billy out of the way as he straddled Elijah, his cock hard, proud against his belly. Elijah reached out and touched it, almost reverently, his fingers catching on the smooth, sticky skin.

"You look like you can’t decide whether to suck it or run away from it," Billy said. "’Cept of course you can’t, because you’re pinned like – a thing that’s pinned." He kissed Elijah, tongue hot and clever, and Elijah temporarily forgot his own name.

"What are you going to do?" he asked finally. "I don’t have any control over this at all, do I?"

"You never did," Dom replied, with a grin that was positively feral. "But you’re gonna like this, I promise you."

"Does it involve honey?" Billy asked hopefully, his fingers moving to stroke Dom’s cock, carrying the liquid to Elijah’s mouth, and watching as Elijah sucked as if his life depended on it, licking Billy’s fingers as thoroughly as any cat. Billy dipped his head and kissed Elijah again, and Elijah trembled hard as Dom’s fingers began to move slowly across his belly.

When the kiss broke, Dom lowered his head until he was between Billy and Elijah, so that they could both hear him.

"Going to fuck you now, Elijah. Fuck you so hard. You want that, don’t you? Want my cock in you, want Billy to watch while I do it? You’d like us both to fuck you at the same time if we could, wouldn’t you?" He moved so that his lips were brushing Elijah’s ear. "Like to be fucked by both of us at once."

"Christ…." It seemed to Elijah that all the air in the room had vanished, sucked out at Dom’s words, and his eyes, which had been closed as he listened, flickered open, meeting Billy’s clever gaze. "God, Bills, Dom…" He reached out a hand, resting it on Dom’s shoulder, still looking at Billy, who slowly moved his own hand, tangling his fingers with Elijah’s resting on Dom’s flesh.

"See?" Billy said finally. "We’re joined. We’re always joined, Lij, you know that. Wherever we are, whenever we are, there’s some part of us that will be touching."

"Romantic," Elijah said. "You were always the romantic one…. Jesus!" He trailed off with a groan as Dom, very deliberately, blew into the shell of Elijah’s ear, the hot breath causing a short circuit somewhere that set him to trembling all over again.

"Come on, sweetheart, we’re going to fuck you. Going to make you feel so amazing that nothing will ever match it." Dom glanced up and winked at Billy. "He deserves it, doesn’t he Bill? Deserves our undivided attention. Nobody else in the world gets that from us, you know. Only ever you."

"And believe me, it’s appreciated," Elijah said, licking at his dry lips. "I’m not at my most articulate right now, but when I can string a sentence together, I’ll really make it a good one."

"Good lad." Dom moved again, sliding off Elijah and rolling him into his side. "Billy, stay there."

Elijah found himself pinned between two familiar and very aroused bodies. He reached up, splaying his fingers against the warm column of Billy’s neck, and Billy smiled his approval, reaching up to cover the hand with his own

"Every time I see you, I remember," he said, his breath warm against Elijah’s face. "I think I remember you, remember what we had – what we have – and then I realise that I’ve forgotten loads of it, loads of little details that make it what it is." He moved his hand, tracing Elijah’s face. "I fucking love Dom, you know that, right?" Elijah nodded, eyes wide. "Well, I love you as well, you little trout." Billy smiled. "Love what you bring to us, give to us." He kissed Elijah. "We love you."

"Stop being so soft, you big nance," Dom suddenly interrupted. "Elijah knows how we feel about him, don’t you?"

"Maybe, but it’s nice to be reminded," Elijah replied, smiling softly at Billy before looking over his shoulder at Dom. "Just because you have no romance in you."

"I do," Dom protested. "I just hide it well."

Elijah shivered and pressed forward into Billy as he felt Dom’s fingers, slick and cold, move down his back, and he buried his face against Billy’s chest as those same clever fingers slid slowly inside him, making him pant and wriggle, trying to ease the discomfort.

"How long since you did this?" Dom asked, his fingers moving slowly. "You’re tight as a virgin."

"Too long," Elijah said, his breathing harsh. "Fuck, that feels good."

"Good lad, that’s it," Dom whispered, making Elijah feel like a particularly favoured puppy, although if Dom had been doing this to a puppy… Elijah snorted and then flinched as Dominic twisted his fingers.

"Come on," Billy said suddenly, shifting slightly and moving his hand, gripping Elijah’s cock, his grip tight and just perfect. "Fuck my hand, that’s it. Dom’s going to fuck you, trap you in the middle and make you forget your name."

Elijah’s hips began to move, his fingers digging into Billy’s chest, his breathing harsh.

"God…" His head shot back as Dom’s hips moved behind him and he felt the incredible, familiar pressure against him until, with a sudden blinding pain, Dom pressed into him, filling him and making him see stars. "No, stop!"

All three men stopped moving, Billy stroking Elijah’s face while Dom leaned forward, whispering softly into Elijah's ear, calming and relaxing him.

"It doesn’t hurt," Dom whispered, "You know we would never hurt you. He’s right you know. What he said." He kissed Elijah’s shoulder. "Elijah, we’re glad to know you."

The sheer foolishness of the comment, coupled with their position, made Elijah laugh, which made him relax, and Dom slid home, forcing Elijah’s hips forward, his cock tight in Billy’s hand.

"That’s it," Billy said softly, kissing Elijah’s shoulder. "That’s exactly it. Christ, you should see yourself."

Elijah blinked the sweat out of his eyes, unable to speak as Dom’s cock buried itself even deeper in his ass, and Billy’s hand tightened. It wasn’t like being fucked by two people; but it was an incredible feeling, the heat and the intimacy and the sheer closeness as they moved and panted and sweated on Elijah’s bed, grunting and muttering as Dom controlled the pace, pressing into him.

He moved one of his legs, as much as he could in his prison of flesh, wrapping it around Billy’s thighs, hissing as the movement tightened his ass around Dom’s cock, making him tip his head back on the pillow, silently begging Billy to kiss him.

Billy obeyed, lowering his head and nipping gently at Elijah’s throat. At the same time, Elijah raised his hand, grabbing a handful of Dom’s hair and pulling his head down, leaning back as much as he could, mouth opening as Dom kissed him.

Reaching across Elijah, Dom grabbed Billy’s hip, holding him still while he drove forward, his pelvis slamming into Elijah’s back, the noise almost obscene, the sweaty smack of flesh against flesh loud, drowning out the sounds being forced from Elijah as he struggled slightly, unable to move by himself, only able to go where Dom and Billy wanted him to.

"Oh fuck… I’m … fuck!" With a sudden arch of his back, Elijah came, any noise he wanted to make drowned as Billy’s mouth covered his and he sagged back against Dom, trying to breathe through his nose. Billy pulled away and smiled at him then raised his hand, pressing his fingers against Elijah’s lips. Elijah lapped eagerly, cleaning Billy’s hand, relishing the saltiness on his tongue.

"Fuck, that’s a sight." Dom’s breathing was ragged now as his own orgasm approached. "Watching you lick your spunk off Billy’s hand … that’s something people would pay good money to see … ah!" With a final buck of his hips he came, his hands moving to grip Elijah’s hips bruisingly hard as the final spasms faded.

Elijah took a breath to say something sensationally witty, but his words were smothered as Dom pulled at him, kissing him, tongue deep in his mouth, searching out the last taste.

"Fucking beautiful," Dom said at last, breaking the kiss. "But we’re not done yet."

"Oh god, what now?" Elijah asked theatrically. "I’m not as young as I was."

"Billy," Dominic said, pushing himself backward until he was kneeling on the bed. "I want to watch you."

Grinning, Elijah moved towards Billy, who was lying quietly, watching Elijah and Dominic, one hand on Elijah’s leg, the other stroking his own cock.

"Leave that," Elijah said, pulling at Billy’s wrist. "That’s for me."

He slid down the bed, licking a broad path down Billy’s chest, pulling at the hair growing there, before dipping his tongue in the groove where hip became thigh, making Billy mutter something and squirm, parting his legs as he pushed on Elijah’s head.

"Nothing more gorgeous," Dom whispered his voice once again low, making Elijah’s body twitch in response. He licked Billy’s cock as if it were some particularly delightful treat, and again Billy squirmed.

"Touch him," Billy whispered, his eyes fixed on Dom. "While he sucks me."

Dom leaned forward and kissed Billy, whispering something Elijah couldn’t hear. He looked to one side as Dom slid down the bed as well until he was almost level with Elijah.

"Go on," Dom whispered. "I want to watch you."

Elijah slowly lowered his head, taking Billy’s cock into his mouth, his tongue working busily around the top, sliding under the crown and increasing the pressure, gauging what was needed by Billy’s reaction. He was so taken up in his task, eyes closed, that he was completely unprepared for Dom, who quite suddenly moved closer to Elijah, pressing against him and pressing one still slick finger inside him.

"No!" Elijah raised his head. "Jesus, Dom, don’t. I’m not ready for that again." He shifted his hips. "It’s been a while since I was fucked, okay? I need some time to recover."

"Not going to fuck you," Dom replied. "Just trust me, okay? Go on. Billy’s waiting."

Somewhat hesitantly, glancing at Dom out of the corner of his eye, Elijah did as he was told, taking Billy’s cock into his mouth once more, his hands clenching on Billy’s hips as Dom’s finger moved inside him.

Billy reached down and took hold of Elijah’s hands, tangling their fingers together, squeezing them in a way Elijah assumed was supposed to be comforting, but the feeling of Dominic’s finger in his ass kind of took away from the romance of the moment.

"That’s it," Dom whispered, watching as Elijah’s head began to move with more confidence. "Like riding a bike isn’t it? You never forget. And you were always good at this, Lij. Nobody gives head like you do." He moved his finger again, watching as Elijah’s back tensed slightly. "Know what I’d like to do? I’d like to fuck you right now, while you’re blowing Billy. It’d be like fucking both of you." He added another finger, and Elijah made some kind of faint noise, whether of protest or pleasure, none of them really knew.

"That’s it," Dom whispered again. "God, you like this don’t you? I love fucking you, love watching you being fucked." He leaned down and very deliberately bit the soft skin at the base of Elijah’s spine before scraping his teeth lower, over the firm skin of his backside. "You have got the most gorgeous arse. It just asks to be fucked."

This time the noise was definitely one of pleasure, but it was from Billy, and Dom stopped what he was doing, pulling out of Elijah and moving up the bed until he was level with Billy, kissing him lightly, no more than a brushing of tongue and lips, making Billy raise his head from the pillow, searching for more.

"Who gets to fuck you, Bill?" he asked, lips moving against Billy’s cheek then sliding to rest against his ear. "Me or Lij? Or both us of, maybe. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like being fucked by Elijah. You miss him when he’s not with us."

"So do you," Billy gasped, his hips raising from the bed, pushing himself down Elijah’s throat. "Fuck…."

Dom put his hand on Elijah’s head and Elijah pulled one hand free from Billy, reaching up to grip Dom’s wrist, connecting them again even as he worked Billy’s cock, his tongue and teeth making the hard flesh twitch and grow in his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows, only too aware of how much his back and shoulders were going to hurt at the end of all this. He wanted to feel Dom against him again, wanted that wonderful feeling that only ever came to him when he was being well fucked – the feeling of sheer rightness – but when he angled his head so that he could look upward, Dom’s head was lowered, kissing Billy, and since the position made Elijah’s neck ache, he lowered his head again and went back to work.

It was only when he finally dug his tongue hard under the crown that Billy’s back arched and with a cry that was muffled by Dom’s mouth, he came, Elijah swallowing hard, not wanting to lose any of it. He sucked until Billy moved his hips in a way that Elijah understood, and he finally released Billy’s cock and moved up slightly to rest his head against Billy’s hip, Dom’s hand still on his head, Billy’s hand still held in his own.

"We have to do that again really soon," Dom said, his voice light and amused once more, no longer that dark chocolate of Elijah’s fantasies. "In about half an hour if that’s all right with everybody."

Billy groaned and Elijah laughed, pulling away from Dom so that he could slide up the bed and press against Billy’s side, reaching out to rest his hand on Dom’s shoulder.

"We’re fucking good at this," Billy said, his voice muffled and slurred with post-orgasmic tiredness. "We should film it. We’d make a fortune."

"What makes you think we don’t?" Elijah asked, dropping a kiss on the back of Billy’s neck. "My collection is extensive."

"Really? I thought you just walked funny." Dom laughed and shook his head. "My god, I have a scintillating wit. Don’t I?"

"Only on Wednesdays," Billy replied. "You’re just a berk the rest of the time." He turned his head and smiled at Elijah. "You all right back there?"

"Oh yeah." Elijah kissed Billy’s shoulder. "I’m just fine."

"Good." Billy turned back to Dom. "And you, you ratbag? All right?"

"Of course." Dom smiled, his eyes soft as he looked firstly at Billy and then at Elijah. "How could I be anything else? Luckiest bloke in the world right here." He settled his head on the pillow. "We okay like this?"

A chorus of affirmative grunts met the question, and with a nod, Dom reached up and knocked off the light, the room suddenly bathed in cold, bright moonlight.

"Jesus, your skin really does glow," Dom said, reaching over Billy to touch Elijah. "You sure you’re not an alien?"

"Not last time I looked." Elijah closed his eyes, pressing closer against Billy’s back. "Thanks for coming back tonight. Thanks for not letting me have that last drink." He paused. "Come back soon."

"Oh, there’s no question about that," Billy said fervently.

The End

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