rugbytackle | Threeplay, sequel to "Way of the Warrior"

Title: Threeplay

Pairing: VM/SB/BK

Rating: R

Archive: Rugbytackling

Authors: mooms lab_jazz govi20
Author’s note : The Brian we had in mind is the character Brian Kinney from the US version of Queer as Folk. The character belongs to Cowlip Productions and we have just borrowed him to play with.
Disclaimer: We don’t know these men, it never happened: it’s all just in our heads

Part 1 you'll find here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/36234.html#cutid1

Threeplay

Viggo

Well it’s a couple of weeks since Sean got us ignominiously dismissed from the Way of the Warrior place and he has been unbearable cocky since we got home.

He is still crowing about the fact that he could beat a guy fifteen years his junior, not to mention the fact that he reckons this Brian guy was hot for the sacred ass. Course, he is glossing over the fact that in fact I beat him in our little contest. I love the bastard, but he can be real annoying at times.

Thing is, ever since seeing him and Brian rolling around in their loin-cloths I haven’t been able to get that image out of my head. I have even tried to capture them on canvas, golden caramel Sean, wrapped in dark chocolate Brian. Shit, I can almost taste them !

Hmm, Brian. He is cocky too. Gorgeous, of course, tall, but perfectly proportioned, long, well-muscled back, graceful walk, ass to die for. His “Fuck you !” attitude is exuded from every pore, even when he’s playing the role of retreat-leader.

I need a cold drink. Opening the refrigerator, I look out into the garden, where Sean is working. He looks so hot like that, kneeling by the border, shirtless, with beads of sweat running down his back. My tongue flicks out automatically, longing to sweep down his spine, but I also get an image of Brian doing the same thing and I have to adjust myself urgently in my jeans.

As I take out two cold beers and start out down the garden to Sean, an idea is forming in my head. Sure, we are a solid couple, but we are not averse to spicing things up a little and I don’t get the impression this Brian is the clingy type.

I sneak up on Sean and make him jump, by applying a cold bottle to that sensitive spot just between his shoulder blades.

“Fook ! Yer wanker !”

I console him by using my tongue to trace those drops of sweat, then, when I have his attention, I whisper my indecent proposal into his ear.

“ Sean, you know, I’ve been thinking that maybe we need to apologise to Brian for what happened on the retreat. Make sure there are no….hard... feelings, as it were. How about we invite him over to dinner at the weekend ?”

Sean turns to me and his eyes glitter as he takes the neck of the beer bottle in his mouth and tilts back his head to swallow deeply. I watch the muscles in his throat and the little pulse at the base.

He drains the bottle in one and smiles the smile of a predator.

“Mek it up to ‘im, like ? Yer know what ah love about yer, Vig, mate ? Yer so thoughtful !

Sean

Ah’m workin’ in the garden. It’s been sunny an’ warm all day. Ah like gardenin’, it’s relaxing an’ it gives meh time to think. Me mind keeps goin’ back to Viggo today.

Ah know ‘e’s been broodin’ about somethin’ in the last couple o’ weeks. ‘E ‘asn’t been ‘imself since we cem ‘ome from our “bonding” trip. Ah still like to tease ‘im wi’ that, me and that good lookin’ Brian. Ah must say ah quite liked wrestlin’ that one. Wouldn’t mind doin’ it again.

But since we were thrown out, it’s not likely to ‘appen. Even though Brian seemed to enjoy Viggo’s way o’ cheatin’. That was quite an impressive bulge ‘e were tryin’ to ‘ide behind that scriptboard.

The thought of that meks me sweat even more an’ ah yelp when Viggo suddenly pushes an ice cold beer bottle to me back. Ah must say, using ‘is tongue on it meks a real improvement. Wicked tongue, ‘e ‘as, the bastard.

An’ then ‘e tells me. So ah’m not the only one thinkin’ about Brian. ‘E doesn’t really ‘ave to convince me. Ah don’t think it will ‘arm our relationship. We won’t allow it and Brian seems cocky enough to like a one night stand.

The question is: would ‘e be interested? Seems like a good idea to invite ‘im over for dinner. We decide Vig will give ‘im a call: ‘e’s always been better with words than ah ‘ave.

Ah must say the ‘ole idea arouses me very much. Ah grab Viggo by the ‘and and drag him to the shower. Brian is a lot younger than we are. We must practise.

Brian

The ringing of the phone jars me awake. My eyes swiveling to the bedside clock…’Fuck it’s noon already’

“Hello”

“Hello Brian?”

My brain shuffles through faces at the sound of the voice on the phone and fails to make a connection.

“Yes…speak.”

“It’s Viggo Mortensen here. Sean and I were the couple evicted from the Way of the Warrior.”

“I remember Sean…the ball-breaker.”

“Yes…yes…exactly…that’s why I’m calling. Sean and I would like you to come over for dinner, to make up for it. How about Friday evening…8 PM?”

“I’ll be there…unless I get a better offer.”

“Great…the address…274 Oceanic Drive, Venice…We’ll see you at 8.”

I snap my mobile shut wondering how the fuck did he manage to get my phone number. Brain cells doing a re-run of the last time I saw little Viggie and Seanie, they were going hard at it. The big guy Sean bent double…legs up over Viggie’s shoulders…getting his ass hole reamed

Seanie, no big forceful taking no shit, top after all. He might have had my balls in a vice but hasn’t got the balls up against his little partner…very interesting.

Trust my fucking luck that that Donna was right behind me with her eyes bulging. I don’t think that it would have taken much effort on my part to get invited to join the party. If I remember rightly my cock had already erected a tepee of its own from getting down and dirty with Mr Bean.

I somehow don’t think that a better offer is going to come my way for Friday night…Seanie has some payback time coming...could prove to be fun.

Viggo

So, Brian accepted the invitation, without any persuading, which caused Sean and me to grin at each other like a couple of idiots, knowing that he was not just interested in our culinary skills.

‘Unless I get a better offer ?’ Who are you kidding, Brian ?

He arrived fashionably late around 8.30, parked his jeep and swaggered nonchalantly up to our front door, long legs encased in very tight, black leather, black silk shirt strategically unbuttoned.

We left him hanging on the doorstep for a good few minutes, before we let him in…just long enough to put a chink in his carefully constructed self-confidence. Oh Brian, you fancy yourself as a predator ? The old lions have been playing these games since you were a cub. We are so going to enjoy playing with you !

Brian allowed his fingers to brush mine as he handed me a bottle of very expensive wine and my eyes were drawn to the cowrie-shell bracelet he wore on his right wrist ; his to the bracelets I always wear. We both looked up and our eyes connected. Something else we have in common, apart from wanting to fuck Sean !

I followed his tight ass in the tight leather appreciatively, as he prowled down the hallway to be greeted by Sean in his most seductive, ‘Yer know yer want to buy anything ah’m sellin’ voice.

Then he turned on the full Beanbeam from the green eyes and looked him up and down from toes to head, taking his time on the journey, pausing around halfway and flicking his tongue out over his lips. The tightening of the leather pants showed that Brian was not unmoved.

And so the game began very promisingly and continued through the salad, the pasta and the rich chocolate dessert, with copious amounts of red wine, plenty of significant glances, accidental brushes, double meanings and teases. Brian certainly kept his end up. I have to hand it to Brian. He is good at this.

Now the three of us are out on the deck, with the soft sound of the ocean in the background, drinking bourbon and sharing a joint and I lock eyes with Sean and smile.

Time to up the ante, I think, as I move closer to Sean on the lounge and lean in to kiss him, my hand running up the inside of his thigh. He responds to me as always, pushing his hands up under my teeshirt as he returns the kiss.

As Sean pulls my shirt over my head and I move my hand to unbutton his jeans, the hitch of breath from across the deck tells me that we have Brian’s undivided attention.

Sean

Knowin’ that Brian’s watching us gives an extra dimension to Viggo’s ’hand on me cock. ‘Is nipples ‘ave ‘ardened in the evenin’ breeze and ah let me ‘and caress them, in unison to Viggo’s strokes on me cock.

Ah glance in Brian’s direction: ‘is eyes are glued on us, ‘e’s breathin’ ‘eavily an’ ah’ve no doubt of ‘is willin’ness to play along wi’ the big boys. Ah really think we’ve teased ‘im long enough: it’s time to involve ‘im.

“We’re not being good hosts Vig, leaving Brian there on his own.”

Ah stand up and go over to Brian with Viggo right behind me. Ah stand behind his chair and slip me ‘and into ‘is shirt, while Viggo sinks to ‘is knees in front of ‘im. ‘Is breath is pickin’ up when I splay the fingers of my other ‘and on ‘is face, tippin’ it, so ah can lick ‘is neck.

When me ‘and finds one of ‘is nipples, pinchin’ it, ‘e moans. ‘Is ‘ands are reachin’ down for Viggo’s ‘ead, tryin’ to speed up the progress he’s makin’ towards ‘is groin.

Slowly ah take of ‘is shirt, exposin’ ‘is body to the open air.

Viggo’s openin’ the fly of Brian’s leather pants, lettin’ ‘is ‘and slide in. ‘Is long back arches an’ ‘is fingers tighten their grip on Viggo’s ‘ead. Brian really ‘as a great body an’ the way ‘e feels under me ‘ands meks meh want more of ‘im.

Ah lean in to kiss ‘im. ‘E opens up and sucks in me tongue greedily. ‘E’s a damned hot kisser an’ ‘e knows it. Enough, ah decide an’ ah straighten up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Brian

I watch Viggo and Sean’s little pantomime put on for my benefit...the joint transporting my senses up a notch or two.

As hot as it is to be a spectator, while these two veterans get down to it, my cock is straining tight against the zip of my pants, reminding me that it’s not really why I’ve come or haven’t come so to speak.

I’m about to invite their participation in some alternative action when Viggo kneels between my legs, easing down the zip of my pants. I hold my breath, pulling in my stomach to afford him a little slack in my pants. I’ve gone commando tonight and I don’t want any unfortunate zip injuries.

The strength of his rough calloused fingers running down my length and tightening around my head nearly put me into overload. I tighten my hands on his head...pulling his mouth down towards my cock...needing softer, wetter stimulation or I’m going to shoot my load far too soon.

No sooner has Viggo got the message, when Sean removes his tongue from my throat and announces that act one is over.

As Viggo begins to move his head away...my grip tightens holding him firmly in place.

“Don’t start something, Sonny Boy, that you don’t intend to finish.”

Viggo’s casts a quick look at Sean but at my further prompting starts working on my cock again.

For an instant Sean’s eyes reflect hatred, but then his acting training takes over and his features relax.

So the big boy doesn’t like his authority questioned. I give him my biggest guileless smile, which is easy to do when all the attention is focused on you.

“Don’t worry I’m still young enough to be good for more than one shot.”

I let go of Viggo’s head, reaching up for Sean and pull him back down for a kiss...because I’m not going anywhere for a while .

Viggo

I see the flash in Sean’s eyes as Brian starts to assert himself and I dip my head back down to Brian’s cock to hide my smirk.

In an instant, Sean has his smile back in place as he allows Brian to pull him into a kiss.

He has let go of my head, but I return to work on him with my mouth, flicking my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, then working it into the slit, lapping up the milky pre-cum. I take him fully into my mouth and suck a little, alternating the action with releasing him and running the flat of my tongue up the underside.

Meanwhile, my hands pull down his leather pants and he automatically steps out of them, when they reach the floor. I run my hands over his ass and down his long, lithe legs and look up as I work.

Brian has thrown his head back and closed his eyes and I see Sean slide stealthily away, as I feel the tug of Brian’s hands in my hair again. I keep taking him to the edge, then easing off and pausing, before continuing. If his hands try to control me, I stop completely, until he slackens his grip.

Brian’s lips are parted and he is panting slightly. As I work with my mouth, I roll his balls with my left hand and gently massage his hole with my right forefinger. His hips thrust up toward me. *Fuck! I am good at this*.

I see the shadow of Sean returning and draw Brian to the brink again.

As his breath hitches and his balls tighten, I yank my head away and Brian’s hooded eyes fly open in surprise, as Sean deftly attaches the cock ring and imprisons his throbbing length, before he can come.

Sean has one arm round Brian’s neck, as he growls into his ear,

“What meks yer think yer gonna get the chance at more than one shot, ‘Sonny Boy’ ? Now get in that bedroom !”

Sean

Ah must say ah like Brian’s confidence, but ‘e’s not goin’ to tek over control. ‘E’s in for another surprise, ah mustn’t ‘ave squeezed ‘is balls ‘ard enough the last time, because ‘e’s still very cocky. Ah wait till ah see Viggo’s tongue working ‘is magic on ‘im an’ ah slip away.

Rummagin’ in the kitchen drawer (livin’ with a disorganised person like Viggo does ‘ave its advantages!) ah find a nice cock ring. When ah return to the deck, ah see Viggo already ‘as ‘im on the brink an’ manages to keep ‘im just there. ‘E knows ah’m up to somethin’.

When Viggo backs off, ah reach for Brian’s cock and before ‘e knows it I ‘ave ‘im caged. For a moment ah see ‘im ‘esitate at me clear ultimatum, but ‘e’s too aroused to turn us down now. An’ ‘e probably likes the challenge,

So it’s up to the bedroom now. Viggo is leadin’ the way upstairs, givin’ meh the opportunity to watch Brian’s arse from close by. *Wouldn’t ‘e be great meat in our sandwich?* I ask meself an’ ah snort inwardly. Ah bet ‘e’s got other plans, but ah’m sure ‘e’ll bottom for meh. And ‘e’ll love it.

At times like this it’s great to ‘ave a bed big enough for four. ‘E gets on the bed an’ Viggo and me strip off what we are still wearin’, pausin’ now an’ then to kiss. Viggo sits down on the bed, guidin’ Brian’s head to ‘is cock, while ah kneel down between his legs, strokin’ Brian’s poor, imprisoned cock.

Viggo’s breathing is pickin’ up very fast. Ah should really reward Brian’s skills an’ ah push ‘is legs apart. There they are: the jewels ah abused last time. Now ah slip out me tongue and taste them. Mekin’ ‘im moan. Mekin’ ‘im feel youth isn’t all.

Ah don’t ‘ave to push: ‘e spreads ‘is legs a bit further, directin’ meh to that tight ass of ‘is.

Ah’m so much going to enjoy ‘aving ‘im. This beautiful, but arrogant boy, so much in need of a lesson. Before this night is through ‘e will ‘ave a different point of view about older blokes.

Brian

Viggo’s mouth hot on my cock...his hand cupping and kneading my aching balls. Time and time again so close to shooting my load only to have that elusive prize jerked out of reach yet again. The anticipation getting overridden by pain. Wanting him to suck my cock not fucking play with it. My breath hitching, I pull back a little so I can ram my cock down his throat for once and for all.

As I’m about finally to shoot my load, the hot suction of Viggo’s mouth is suddenly replaced by the touch of cool night air and the hard cold rigidness of metal being snapped into place around the base of my cock.

Sean’s order to get into the bedroom has me riled but the overwhelming needs of my cock supersede my inclination to tell him to fuck off. Fuck ! At this stage I’d gladly lap at a dog’s balls if it meant that I would get a little satisfaction.

My cock leading me all the way up the stairs to the master bedroom...oblivious to my surrounding, my eyes drawn only to the huge four poster bed that dominates the room.

I sink down onto the sheets...watching the other two taste each other as they slowly take off their clothes...reaffirming their relationship...their bond....making sure that I’m aware of my place in this little ménage-a-trios.

Viggo settles himself on the bed and immediately pulls my head down to his cock. I get up on my knees and elbows...licking my lips and building up my saliva...and sink down on it gratefully...hoping that having an activity will deflect my attention away from my unbearable need to come. I slobber and suck with determination, taking in as much of his cock as I can...aiming for quick results rather than finesse. If the boys want a fucking performance let them go to a circus.

I feel movement behind me...Sean tonguing my aching sack, my moan arching itself around Viggo’s cock. I part my legs...wanting more of him...the exquisite pain of my pent up need pushing against the constricting metal of the cock ring, hijacking my senses. I nudge my face deeper in Viggo’s crotch...my nose nestled into his pubic hairs as I suck harder and deeper...his cock hard and throbbing as he shoves hard down my throat with his ejaculation. I suck and swallow my way through the muscular spasms of his orgasm. Viggo pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue licking around the inside of my mouth cavity scooping up the remains of his cum...tasting himself.

Sean’s fingers slick with lube probing my ass hole...I arch my back, parting my knees...fucking wanting it. The first hard thrust of his cock shoving me harder into Viggo’s embrace. I push back hard against his cock...tensing my arse muscles....pulling away from Viggo’s face..

My voice straining with need...

“Fuck, I have to come...release the fucking cock ring...now!”

Viggo

“Fuck, I have to come...release the fucking cock ring...now!”

Brian’s voice has become ragged and tension is screaming from every muscle as Sean pounds into him, but Sean pauses, mid thrust and snarls,

“Yer a pushy bottom, Sonny Boy. Beg fer it if yer want it !”

Brian trembles in my arms and having enjoyed my own release, I feel mellow and inclined to give him his, but Sean is in the driving seat on this one and picking up his pace again, he growls a warning to me, fixing me with his best bad-guy glare and silently forbidding me to defy him.

I battle with the conflicting feelings for a moment, not wanting to betray my understanding with Sean, which is the foundation of our relationship. It is an unwritten law that whichever of us is in charge calls the shots without question and he will be seriously pissed at me if I do this. I stroke Brian’s hair soothingly, fearing that his pride will not allow him to beg and knowing he is in real pain here.

But goddammit, this situation is also incredibly hot and my cock has begun to harden again as I try to make a decision, then Brian croaks hoarsely, his voice almost a whisper,

“Please, Sean. Please let me come.”

Thank fuck for that ! The decision has been taken out of my hands and Sean screams,

“Yesssss!” as he climaxes and pumps into Brian, while I simultaneously snap off the cock ring and Brian comes and comes and comes, exploding copiously over my chest.

Sean withdraws and they both collapse in a quivering heap on the bed and as I seem to be the only one capable of moving at the moment, I take the condom from Sean and go in the bathroom to dispose of it, bringing back a wash cloth and cleaning us all up.

Brian has rolled onto his back and is watching me languidly from under hooded eyelids. He seems to be deliberately avoiding looking at Sean and there is an almost palpable tension in the air.

“So, “ I say playfully, trying to lighten the mood a little, “are we up for the next round ? I haven’t got to fuck anybody in this game yet.”

Brian’s cocky persona is fully back in place as he turns and locks eyes with Sean.

“Nor have I and I think it’s my move !”

Sean

Ah lube me fingers, preparin’ Brian, ‘oo’s moanin’ around Viggo’s cock, mekin’ Viggo come with a yelp. Brian seems very eager to bottom for meh now, pushin’ down on meh so ‘ard that ah don’t tek too long to replace me fingers with me cock.

Ah just ‘ave to thrust in forcefully three or four times to ‘ave him asking for ‘is cock to be released. Askin’ is not enough though an’ ah tell ‘im to beg for it. It won’t ‘arm im to be a bit less cocky. Ah can feel ‘is struggle. Begging doesn’t come natural to Brian.

Ah look up at Viggo. Ah know ‘im an’ can feel ‘is urge to release Brian. Wordlessly ah let ‘im know not too, or else, an’ ‘e complies. Finally the kid gives in:

“Please Sean. Please let me come.”

Ah can finally let go meself an’ ah just fook im relentlessly now till ah come, while Viggo snaps off the cock ring an’ the boy screams ‘is release. Ah collapse, regainin’ me breath slowly, until Viggo wipes us clean.

Brian ‘as recovered pretty soon, lookin’ ‘ungrily at Viggo. When Viggo suggests another round, mutterin’ somethin’ about not having fooked anyone, Brian turns around an’ looks at me, ‘is gaze almost hostile, ‘is cocky attitude restored completely.

“Nor have I and I think it’s my move.”

Anger runs through meh, but ah manage to control meself. ‘E wants to fook Viggo an’ ‘oo could blame ‘im. Ah’ve already ‘ad him by the balls twice an’ this is ‘is way to get back at me. Ah don’t like the eager look on Viggo’s face though an’ ah mek a mental note fer later.

Ah toss Brian the lube, climb up on the bed an’ sit beside Viggo. Ah’m quite determined to get somethin’ out of this meself too. Ah look back at Brian, playing with the little bottle.

“So what are yer waitin’ for then?”

Brian

I finger the lid on the lube bottle snapping it on and off. Sean’s question about what am I waiting for has me raising an eyebrow.

“A condom...riding bareback isn’t my style.”

Sean fumbles in the bedside table and tosses me one...with utmost self control I resist the temptation to catch it between my teeth...don’t need to show off my party tricks. I leisurely put it down beside the lube bottle.

I pull Viggo down on the bed...my pressing urgency now relieved, I have time on my side. Shifting myself up onto his body...his body a little thinner than I enjoy, but the audience that I have well and truly making up for that little shortfall. I cup his face in my hands and slowly lick over his eyelids shutting his eyes. My tongue and teeth moving over to his ear nibbling at his lobe before making my way back to his mouth.

I kiss him gently...exploratory....tasting him. His arms come up tight around me as we move further into the kiss...I move my hips in a silent dance, feeling our cocks rubbing against each other...the heat in my groin area rapidly escalating.

I can feel Sean’s animosity...he’s not very keen at all at having his personal property handled...me just fucking Viggo he could handle O.K. but this is all just a little bit too friendly for him.

I push my knees between Viggo’s, pushing his legs open...moving down his body a little so I can have a suck on his titty. My eyes meet Sean’s over Viggo’s body and I smile at him...before sinking my mouth down on Viggo’s little brown nub.

Sean’s voice a low snarl of warning

“If you’re gonna fook ‘im...fook ‘im...’e’s not a bird, ‘e doesn’t need all this fookin’ foreplay.”

I don’t want to push it too far so I leave the joy of Viggo’s nipple behind me and kneel between his spread legs. My hand on his ankle, lifting up his leg onto my shoulder

“Do you thing that you’re still supple enough, old timer, to get your legs up over my shoulders.”

Viggo grunts in confirmation, as he lifts his other leg into position...showing utmost willingness that the action proceeds in this direction. I hand the condom to Viggo and snap open the lid to the lube again...pausing and sitting back a little as he rolls the condom over my cock. My fingers entering him...stretching him. After having had Sean Bean fucking him for years I know that he’s not going to need much in the way of prep or lube for that matter...but I take my time anyway....stretching it out making it last. Viggo writhing under my fingers as I deliberately linger on his prostrate gland...his hands digging into arms.

I take my fingers out of his ass...wanting him to come while I’m fucking him. I slowly slide into the his hotness...my body resting on his holding him imprisoned underneath me. My mouth capturing his again...my tongue thrusting ownership.

My body covering and controlling Viggo’s as much as I can. If Sean wants to join in the fun the only body that he has any real physical access to is mine. To tell the truth I wouldn’t mind his finger up my ass as I’m fucking his boy.

I feel the bed give as Sean gets off it...the noise of the door shutting as he leaves the bedroom. Viggo tenses underneath me as he looks anxiously towards the door. ‘Fuck’ I think to myself...my enjoyment level slipping remarkably as my audience of one walked out on my performance.

I slip my hand down between our bodies and start jerking Viggo’s cock as I fuck him...going through the physical motions to bring this to a conclusion. His ass muscles jerking around my cock bringing me off as he comes.

My hand reaching up to his hair...touching him before I withdraw, padding to the bathroom and flushing away the condom.

Sean is sitting outside smoking as I exit the house to go home...He ignores my presence so I do a little detour off the path and approach him.

“Viggo hasn’t had a fuck yet...if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your ass into the bedroom now.”

I’m feeling pretty good as I get into my jeep.