The night had slipped over into early morning. Feeling himself completely surrounded by warm bodies, Pierce carefully opened his eyes. As he had expected, Sean was sleeping soundly on top of him like a human blanket, with Viggo curled around the both of them. If it all didn't feel so damn good, he might be a little worried over the risk of being cuddled to death. Turning a little, he spotted the bowl of cream on the nightstand, and a smile broke through. He assumed the hotel staff had to be a little curious over delievering a large bowl of whipped cream and not very much else to his suite. Well, when they didn't have lube on stock, so... Next time he'd be sure to pack a lot more. It didn't seem like they were going to be leaving the hotel any time soon. Besides the cream they had also explored some other possibilities, though, not that they needed an excuse to be all over each other. They managed that all on their own.
"You're awake," a very sleepy voice stated close to his chin. "Why are you awake?"
"Because it's morning?"
"Wrong answer. It's not morning yet. I don't want it to be morning yet."
"Ok." Pierce pressed a kiss into the ruffled blonde locks of hair. "I woke up because I want you. That better?"
"Much." Sean stretched a little, making sure to let his body rub casually, yet sensually against Pierce's.
"Tease."
"Always."
The conversation had woken up their third companion. Who looked even less interested in the morning than Sean did. Pierce had to do something about that. Turning to his side, so he was spooned up against Sean's back, Viggo snuggled up to them at the younger man's other side. Sean immediately burrowed into Viggo's chest and went back to sleep. At least after what Pierce would see.
"So," Viggo was propping his head up with his hand, studying Pierce with curious, blue eyes. "I wanna know more of how you and blondie here got together." The slow grin made Pierce's body tingle all the way down to his toes. "And I wanna know all the dirty details."
Ignoring the muffled protest coming from Sean over being called 'blondie', Pierce returned the raunchy grin. "That could take a while, my dear. After all we spent every free moment we had in bed. You know, this isn't even the first threesome we've done either."
"It's not?" Viggo feigned being hurt. "And here I thought I was special!"
"You are special," Sean added to the conversation.
"I thought you were sleeping," Pierce said.
"I am."
Shaking his head fondly, Pierce went back to his explanation. "You're our first guy, Viggo. But back at the set, we once entertained a lady as well... Gave us the scare of our lives when she walked in on us. But it all worked out for the better."
"Then who was it? That blonde Bond chick?"
"Oh no." Pierce and Sean shared a smile. "It was Famke Janssen. And how was I supposed to resist? Just look at her and Sean in the movie, ever seen a wet dream come to life before?" The darker man's eyes were full of pleasant memories. "Famke is one mighty interesting lady, almost gave me a run for my money.... Which makes me think of something..." Without another word Pierce crawled over to the side of the bed, rummaging around for something inside of a suitcase. Waiting patiently, Viggo enjoyed the view.
The darkhaired man reemerged with a set of shiny, silver handcuffs dangling from a finger. "I knew I'd brought these!"
Viggo was sure it said something less flattering about him that the mere sight of those cuffs had him excited way beyond words. "Face it," he quietly told himself. "You're a freak. But a happy, happy one..."
Sean had turned around, wondering what Pierce was up to. "Awe," he pouted, bringing Viggo's attention to him.
"What's going on?"
The younger man pointed to the handcuffs. "Everytime Pierce brings those, I am the one ending up wearing them."
Pierce lightly tapped one shiny bracelet against Sean's nose. "But you like it, sweetheart."
"Well... I do," Sean admitted, after receiving a long, hot kiss.
Smiling victoriously Pierce hadn't expected Viggo to snag the handcuffs out of his hand. And he had certainly not expected the other brunet to state: "I think Pierce should be the one inside those cuffs."
A set of green eyes narrowed and a devastatingly charming mischiveous smile adorned Sean's face. "Yes. I think so too."
And before Pierce even knew what was happening, Sean was leaning over him, kissing him until he felt dizzy. He never noticed Viggo locking his wrists to the headboard of the bed. When Sean sat back and Pierce could draw a much needed breath, he twisted slightly, looking at his hands.
"You know, that wasn't fair play..."
"When did we ever play fair?" Sean wondered, Viggo just smiled. "This night is just full of new experiences," Sean went on. "I've never seen you in those cuffs either, Pierce... But I do think I like it. And..." The glint in his eyes actually made Pierce just a little nervous.
"If you brought those, I am sure you brought another of your toys as well..." This time Sean moved to the edge of the bed, looking for something." Viggo still enjoyed the view. He enjoyed it even more as Sean sat up again, holding a long, slim piece of pure, black silk in his hands.
"What are you up to now?" Pierce was eyeing his blond lover suspiciously. Given the right opportunity Viggo and himself combined had nothing on their shy, softspoken, innocent-looking friend.
A finger was placed to his lips. "Hush. I promise that you're going to enjoy this..." Then the piece of silk was tied over Pierce's eyes, efficiently shutting out all light.
Viggo was a bit surprised to see Sean take the lead like that, which must have been showing on his face. Sean sent him a smile. "I am just doing what you said, Viggo. Pierce knows I'll let him out of the handcuffs if he tells me too. And I'll let me him place me in them as well."
"But you're not going to do that." Viggo scooted closer, his face close to Sean's. "Don't forget, my dear Boromir, that I am your king. You will do whatever I tell you to."
The sudden breathlessness and submissive tone in Sean's voice as he replied turned itself into molten lava inside of Pierce.
"Yes, mylord."
Having another dom around could prove to be interesting. Relaxing again, Pierce had to admit to himself that he was enjoying this as well. Even blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. Especially handcuffed and blindfolded.
"What do you want me to do, mylord?" The tone in Sean's voice was driving him crazy. Underneath the submissive, obediant note was pure, unadultered evil. Which Pierce knew very well. Maybe he should warn Viggo.
But before he could say anything at all, he heard Viggo's voice.
"You're going to get him off. But you can only use your mouth. No hands."
His heartbeat going from calm to through the roof in less than a second, Pierce reckoned Viggo didn't need any warning. He heard Sean reply with: "As you wish" and felt someone move in the bed next to him.
Warm hands were caressing his thighs, pushing his legs further apart. Letting Sean settle in between his legs, Pierce was momentarily distracted by moist lips right below his left ear. A hot mouth nipped its way up until his earlobe was catched between strong teeth. A determined tongue found all of Pierce's sweet spots, reducing the darkhaired man to a shivering bundle of pleasant feelings. Then another hot mouth closed over the most sensitive part on his body and he nearly screamed. A devilishly talented tongue circled him, setting every nerve ending on fire.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" an amused voice purred in his ear. "And Sean looks so sexy doing it too. I am going to sample a taste of his skills later on, but just watching is almost as good." Fingers were run over Pierce's throat, aiming for his chest. "I could watch him doing this all day...what about you?"
All day was out of the question. Maybe he could hold on for a few minutes more. Although Pierce wasn't completely opposed to Sean doing this to him for a full day. The slide of pretty lips, the heat of the younger man's mouth and that teasing tongue...he might not survive, but what a way to go it would be. All the time with Viggo's low voice rumbling in his ear about how sexy they looked.
The fingers on his chest had reached his nipples, coaxing the most delightful feelings from him. Long hair swept over his skin as Viggo moved, letting his lips take over for his hands. The touch was pure, burning pleasure.
Then Viggo stopped. Sitting up, he told Sean to stop as well.
Tugging in vain at the handcuffs, Pierce gave a frustrated groan. Trying to get his lusthazed mind to remember how to actually form words, he heard Sean ask: "Are you sure?"
"Listen to him!" he internally pleaded. "I f you stop now, I'll..." Tugging at his bound hands again, he felt a quick kiss to his lips.
"Don't worry, dearest. I have a little surprise for you, if you are a good boy."
If Pierce had had his hands free, he'd most likely smack the other brunet, Settling for plotting evil, devious ways of sexual torture, he pouted. "I'm always good, Viggo. And you are evil." A hand was ran down his hip, nearly touching the center of his arousal. Trying to twist into the touch, a new groan escaped Pierce as the hand was removed.
"Patience, darling. It's a virtue."
"Viggo, when I get out of these handcuffs, you better run."
"Getting cranky, aren't we... Well, I'm going to stop teasing you now."
"Thank you."
"You're most welcome."
As Sean moved up, straddling him, Pierce started to catch on to Viggo's plan. Another body moved in behind Sean's, keeping his legs immobile. The sound of kissing and touching were clear in the now quiet room. The touch of hands on his body again made Pierce jump. Sean's hands, he'd recognize the feel of them anytime, was skillfully rolling a condom on him, real slow. Taking his time he smoothed the rubber down, adding generous touches to areas near-by as well.
"That's enough, dear," Pierce heard Viggo murmur, and felt movement on top of him again. Fighting back every sound, Pierce nearly bit through his lips as he was slowly covered in tight, softly yielding heat. Pictures flashed before his closed eyes, imagining what it had to look like... Sean was on top of him, knees on each side of his hips, leaning back into Viggo's broad chest, the darker man making a pretty contrast to Sean's lighter skin and blonde hair. And Viggo's also quite capable hands would be all over the smaller man's body, caressing and teasing... There was definitely something to be said about going by sound and feel only.
Unable to remain still anymore, Pierce squirmed restlessly, tugging at his bound hands again. Sean was going torturously slow, keeping him just a little frustrated, yet very attentive.
"Se-an!" he protested, he'd get embarrassed over the whiny tone later. "Please...you're killing me here!"
He was covered in warmth and smoothness as Sean leaned forward, pressing his lips to Pierce's in a slow, hot kiss. "Now I couldn't do that...what do you want me to do then?"
Since Viggo was right behind Sean, Pierce couldn't do what he wanted the most, namely shift his hips upwards and increase the contact between Sean and him. Which he was pretty sure Viggo was completely aware of. The bastard.
"I need you to move!" Pierce gritted out between clenched teeth as the feel of building pressure and a meticulous rotating of hips sent sparks flying in every direction in his body. This teasing was slowly killing him, he was sure of it. Yet strangely enough, there was parts of him that didn't want it to end.
"I don't know..." Sean pretended to think about it. "What do you think, Viggo?" All the time he was talking Sean kept his hands occupied roaming Pierce's naked chest. The slender hands knew almost by second-nature now where to touch to get the wanted response.
Apparently Viggo had taken pity on him. Because now he was getting what he needed, deep, fast thrusts, each one adding to the liquid heat that was crashing through his entire frame. Nearly pulling the thin chain between the metal bracelets straight through the wooden headbord of the bed, the world said thank-you and goodbye and dissolved in a fountain of steaming pleasure. Pierce was surprised he didn't pass out, he might even regain his breath before next thursday. He'd see about moving again sometime next month.
Dazed he hardly felt the new shift on top of him, and was pleasantly surprised to find his mouth captured by pliant lips. Fingers were brushing the sweaty, damp hair away from his forehead.
"You still with us, Pierce?" The smugness in Viggo's voice was unmistakable. "We didn't wear you out, did we?"
"Never!" It might have worked better had his own voice not been so utterly satisfied and happy.
"That's good. Because we aren't quite done yet." Sean had moved again, stretching out on top of Pierce now. Sprinkling light kisses on the older man's face and throat, he braced his hands against the sheets. Viggo was up to something as well, and Pierce had a fairly good idea as to what. The thought of them sharing their compliant lover like this sent new, heated tingles through him. Wiggling his hips a little, he smiled at Sean's low moan.
"Who's the tease now?"
"Think of it as payback, blondie."
The rest of Pierce's answer was swallowed in a ferocious kiss, the two of them only breaking apart when oxygen starvation was becoming a matter of importance. Listening intently, a knowing smile played over his face.
"Sean? Breathe, darling."
The younger man's voice was suspiciously unsteady when he replied. "I am breathing, Pierce."
"No, you're not. You're holding your breath. Now take a nice, deep breath before you turn blue and make Viggo worry."
"Viggo is somewhat busy at the moment."
Wiggling his hips again, Pierce agreed. "Yes, so I hear. And feel. It's too bad that I don't get to see it as well. Should have brought my video camera...I'll have to do that next time... We can even make our very own movie."
He had a feeling he was losing his companions' attention. Hell, he was losing his own attention, listening to the fevered, urgent sounds and felt them reach the edge together. He really needed to bring a camera the next time.
The room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of heavy breathing.
"You mean you didn't film you and Sean having fun?" Viggo's voice had dropped to a lower notch. "Somehow I find that hard to believe, Pierce."
"He did," Sean replied for Pierce. "Then misplaced one of the tapes. For a while I was sure that some of Trevelyan and Bond's more picante adventures would show up in the official movie. But he found it again."
"Mr. Bond and his Bond boy. I for one would pay to see that."
Sean was reaching up to untie the blindfold. "Bond boy... I like that. Sounds naughty..."
Squinting a little in the light, Pierce met Sean's smiling green eyes.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself." One thorough kiss later and Sean sat up.
Pierce waited for a second, then looked at him. "Aren't you going to unlock these?" He lifted his hands a little to emphasize the point.
"Hmm... Not sure."
"What?"
"I kinda like you in them." Pierce was sure he'd never seen Sean look that innocent. Which wasn't a good sign.
"What does that mean? You'll leave me here, locked to the bed indefinitly?"
"I might."
"Sean, you let me out of these right now."
Watching him, Sean shook his head. "Don't think so."
"Shawn Mark, you let me out of this cuffs right this instant, do you hear me?!"
Viggo was hugging Sean from behind, resting his chin on the blond's shoulder. "Maybe you should listen to him, precious. He looks like he is going to have a heart attack."
"I do not!"
"I don't know where the key is."
"In that case," Viggo shrugged and smiled apologically at Pierce. "Can't help you."
Narrowing his blue eyes, Pierce added a few extra things to the revenge he planned. Pressing his lips together to not let the smile slip through, he made sure to keep his voice sulky. "Now you are being mean to me." Adopting a pout he knew from experience that Sean wouldn't be able to resist, he fixed his eyes on the younger man.
The pout seem to work on Viggo as well. It sent Sean searching for the key, while Viggo kept him occupied during the wait with long, sensuous kisses.
"I'm adding you to my list of Bond boys," Pierce decided, as Viggo trailed a path of kisses over his chin and throat.
"You've got a list now?" Sean was unlocking the handcuffs. "You aiming for a whole harem? Maybe I should just keep you in these."
"You wouldn't dare," Pierce glared up at him. "And no, I don't want a harem. I'm quite happy with you two."
A sweet, chaste kiss was placed on his forehead. "As long as you know what's good for you."
"And that would be you and Viggo." Pierce wasn't really asking.
"Yes."
"I can live with that. My two very own, pretty Bond boys."
They had snuggled up in a tangled pile of arms and legs in the middle of the bed. Finding himself in the middle once again, Sean made himself comfortable and closed his eyes. "I'm tired. You two can entertain each other for a while."
Pierce patted his hair. "Looks like we wore him out and not me. Oh well, I need a shower. Care to join me, Viggo?"
"Of course, Mr. Bond."
Turning, Pierce sent him a wide grin. "You know, I really like the sound of that." Aiming for the bahroom, he added: "Maybe I should get you matching outfits. You'd look great in all black."
Viggo had made his way out of the bed and was walking past him. In passing he scooped Pierce into his arms and gave him a deep, sexy kiss. Setting the other back on his feet again, he gave him a playful wink.
"Who needs clothes?"