BAM! - that hard, muscled body is all over you, tongue down your throat, hands ripping your shirt and you're so mired in lust that it takes you a minute to even remember to breathe. And to notice that someone is knocking on your door. Ah, yeah…Dave is supposed to be coming over for dinner. You knew there was something you forgot to tell Harry. "Harry..." Another hot kiss drags you under again until you hear the banging that lets you know Dave is still outside waiting. "Love...door." "Fuck the door," Harry growls, plucking at the buttons on your jeans. "I'd rather not...Harry..." You quickly move away before you forget how. "I invited Dave 'round for dinner." "Dave, go away, we're fucking!" Harry shouts at the door. And you both hear a chuckle from the other side. "That's fine, I can watch while I eat." Which, of course, completely breaks the mood, and you're still laughing as you get up and let Dave in. And you think to yourself that PJ really did assemble the best-looking cast on any movie ever, because Dave has just got that great, madcap, cool look about him that just screams of adventurous sex. Must be the baby blue eyes and strawberry hair that's begging for fingers to run through it. And the lean, hard body in tight jeans and a faded t-shirt. "Guess I really did interrupt something," Dave says, looking at you and you glance down and notice that your shirt...and your jeans...are partially unbuttoned. "Yeah, well, what Harry wants..." You shrug, and straighten out your clothing. Harry gets up and envelops Dave in a big bear hug that makes Dave gasp, and they're both laughing as he sets Dave back down on the floor. "Jesus, Harry, you should warn people," Dave says, still trying to catch his breath. "Nah, not much fun in that," Harry says and notices the bottle in Dave's hand. "For us?" "For dinner," Dave answers. "Galway Pipe." "See, aren't you glad we stopped?" you tease. "I'd rather drink you than port, love," Harry tells you, his voice quiet, sincere, and you're touched at the unexpected admission. Harry's not really big on words, so you cherish the ones he gives you. "Right and I'll watch that, but, after dinner, alright" Dave says, once again making you laugh. * * * After dinner, you all decide to get rip-roaringly drunk, because you and Dave have a rare day off the next day and Harry's done with his part on the film and is in between directing projects and you all need to blow off some steam. So, you finish off the bottle of Galway that Dave brought, and you finish off the two bottles of port you have in your cupboard before stumbling to the living room with a bottle of vodka. Things are fuzzy and you're flying and life is great and you're so in love with everything and everybody that you feel like making love to the entire world. But you settle for pouncing on Harry and placing a sloppy, long kiss on his lips. He doesn't seem to mind the attention. He just shifts a bit in the easy chair to accommodate you and kisses you back. Kissing him is like coming home...all welcoming and warm and filled with love. Dave chuckles from the sofa and you turn. He's just watching you both with a small smile on his face, and that smile is really cute. Downright fucking adorable, actually. So, you decide Dave also needs some love, because, after all, he's one of your friends and you are in love with the world and that most assuredly includes your friends. So, you fix him with what you hope is a seductive stare and walk to the sofa and crawl on top of Dave, trapping him under you. And those big blue eyes look up at you, half-expectant, half-fearful, as the laughter dies in his throat. And you just smile at him. And then you kiss him. Fucking hell, he's got soft lips. Amazingly, incredibly, soft lips. You figure you could lose yourself for a few days in the feel of them, the almost honey taste. Dave's eyes flutter shut and you sink into the kiss. He opens his mouth, allowing you access with your tongue. You gladly accept the invitation, sweeping in to capture some more of that flavor -- he tastes like a fine, light mead. You love mead. God, he's sweet. You anchor his head with your hands and move in closer, sinking in this glorious feel as your tongues lazily fondle each other, as you rub your lips against the fullness of his, as you gently suck and nip and lick and memorize his taste. Gradually, in no big hurry to end things, you pull back. And notice, with no small amount of satisfaction, that Dave's eyes are still closed and he's making satisfied moans in the back of his throat. That sound is enough for you to lean in and kiss him again, to see if you can get him to make a different sound. Now your kiss is primal, now it's carnal. The last kiss was a slow glide -- this one's a fucking roller coaster and twists you up in knots with its ferocity. Dave is now the aggressor, yanking you forward so you're splayed over his hard body, and he's fisting his hands in your hair so you're trapped in his kiss. Not that you mind. You're pretty much incoherent, and now the needy sounds are coming from you. But that's okay as long as Dave continues to plunder the depths of your mouth with his tongue. "Now, come on, Karl, don't go hogging those beautiful lips all to yourself." You dazedly look up and notice Harry's still sitting in the easy chair...and he's got this small smile on his lips that normally means you're about to get well and thoroughly fucked. You shiver in anticipation and feel an answering shiver beneath you. You look down and Dave is also looking at Harry with something that looks like awe mixed with lust. Yeah, he's noticed the look as well. Harry stands and urges you up, gently pushing you into his recently vacated chair. "Your turn to watch," he tells you, kissing you on the forehead and turning back to Dave. "Unless you mind?" He barely gives Dave a chance to shake his head before he attacks. You watch in amused silence as Harry drags Dave to him and begins to explore those exceptional lips. Dave goes back to making those small, needy sounds and Harry just swallows them, demanding more. And Harry, being Harry, is more than thorough. And Dave, being Dave, is more than enthusiastic. Watching them is the biggest turn-on. You're hardly aware of what you're doing as your hand creeps underneath the waistband of your jeans and under your boxers. You're really only aware of the sight of your lover and your friend as Harry obliterates Dave with hot kisses and clever fingers. Your hand just seems to move over your now straining erection of its own accord. You are so fucking hard. Watching the two of them eradicate each other with open mouths and restless bodies is almost more than you can take. The primal moans coming from Dave cause you to speed up your movements -- Harry's kisses provoke pretty much the same response from you. It's right about then that Harry lifts his head and looks at you, as you're still moving restlessly on the chair. "Come join us, love." And, well, you think about resisting for about...oh...a tenth of a second before you pounce right back on the sofa on top of Harry and Dave, and the three of you tumble to the floor in a tangled heap of legs and arms. Dave's breath leaves his body in a whoosh, but you figure he's okay, since he's still laughing, and then Harry's lips are back on his and you suppose breathing is pretty secondary to the both of them at this point. You lean in and join the kiss and yes, Dave's lips still taste of warm honey. And Harry's mouth is still as addictive as chocolate and as sinful as cheesecake. And better than both combined. Which means that you're pretty much in heaven. Honey and chocolate is a favorite combination of yours. The three of you finally stop kissing long enough to look at each other. You're pretty sure you all have the same dazedly sated, yet horny looks on your faces. "So." Dave licks his lips, looking from Harry to you and back again. "I'm to be dessert, then." Harry chuckles, the sound low in his throat. "I was thinking you could be my shot glass. I love honey vodka." Ah, you think, he tasted that, too. In answer, Dave merely stretches his body under Harry's, smiling at Harry's murmur of appreciation. "I love body shots," he says. Harry gives you a questioning glance and you grin and wink at him, grabbing the vodka from the coffee table. "Now this has got to go," Harry says and pushes Dave's t-shirt off him. The both of you sigh at the lovely chest and stomach -- lightly tanned with just a sprinkling of strawberry-blond hair and a few freckles above nipples that are already hard. Seems you and Harry both have the same thought, because he takes one bit of puckered flesh in his mouth while you take the other one. Yes, honey, you think, rolling the hard nub around with your tongue. It's not just Dave's lips that taste like mead. You concentrate on making Dave moan again as you gently suck and blow on his nipple. His gratified response is everything you could hope for as he moves restlessly under you, alternately groaning your name and Harry's. You taste vodka on your tongue as Dave jumps. You look up and see that Harry has poured a small amount of the alcohol on Dave's nipple and is busy licking it off with practiced strokes of his tongue. Hmm...good idea. But first, you're wearing entirely too many clothes, so you hurriedly shrug out of your shirt. And take delight in breaking Harry's concentration and making Dave's eyes widen even further. You grab the bottle and move back to Dave's lips. "Open your mouth," you tell him and he obeys. He's so beautiful, lying there, that sweet as sin mouth opened just slightly, long blond eyelashes sweeping over high cheekbones, toned body still tremoring under Harry's mouth. You pour a tiny bit of vodka into that waiting mouth and swoop down with your tongue to suck it out, once again getting high on that honeyed taste. Yes, this is a good combination. Dave's hands are busy running all over your back, grabbing your ass through denim, squeezing as he sucks you deeper into the kiss. You feel Harry's tongue on your back, licking up your spine and you shiver from the feel of sensation after sensation rolling over you. Your dick is now throbbing, hard. You rub against Dave's hip, trying to ease some of the ache and feel Dave's throaty chuckle against your chest, your lips. Harry continues his maddening torture down your back, now rubbing his tongue across the skin at the waistband of your jeans. Tease. You reach down to Dave's jeans, unzipping them, shoving them over his lean hips without breaking your kiss. And circle your fingers over his hard cock. Such a lovely feel, all hot and heavy in your hand. You tongue now moves in time to your hand as you pleasure Dave, pleasure yourself. Harry's mouth is now sucking on your neck, and you move your head to give him easier access. His hard body is now flush against yours, and you feel bare skin, letting you know that he's gotten rid of his shirt as well. His hands reach around your waist, unbuttoning your jeans and now he's stroking your dick and it feels absolutely wonderful and it's just like you like it, all swift movement and squeezes. You and Dave come at almost exactly the same moment. Jesus. Fuck. Dave gasps into your mouth as you gasp into his, shuddering in Harry's hand as Dave shudders in yours. Too much...just...God. Your brain is now a lovely liquid pool of euphoria and your kiss turns sweet, turns soft. Harry continues to stroke over your body, over Dave's, easing you both down from your high with gentle hands. "Fuck me." Dave's eyes open and sated blue pools smile up at you. It's a good look on him. You can't wait to repeat it. But first, dizzy though you are, you have something...and someone...to take care of first. You turn in Harry's embrace, bring his lips to yours and take the explosive wild ride that is his kiss. Better than the sweetest dessert and twice as rich, and you dive in greedily as you unbutton Harry's jeans and practically rip them off him in your haste to get him naked and trembling under you. A second set of hands helps you...Dave. Lovely. Yes. That's when Harry bites down on your lower lip, growling. You run a hand down Harry's chest to his stomach and encounter soft hair. Dave again. You break off your kiss for a second and see that Dave has that beautiful mouth wrapped completely around Harry's cock and is sucking him off with sublime ease. Fuck all if that isn't the hottest sight in the entire world...your lover's cock buried deep in your friend's throat and the both of them getting off on each other. You take another moment to drink in this delightful sight, and then you proceed to give Harry the best kiss he's ever received in his life. He bucks and moans under you, his gasping scream letting you know that Dave has done his job well and thoroughly. You slump on top of Harry, curling into him, placing soft kisses on his collarbone. His arm goes around you and you feel Dave snuggling against your back as he collapses on the floor as well. "I take back what I said earlier," Harry says, his deep voice all contented. "What's that?" you ask, beyond content yourself. Life simply couldn't get much better than it is right at this very moment. "You can invite Dave over any time you want." Both you and Dave laugh at this and Dave leans over you to place a soft kiss on Harry's lips. "You're welcome," he says, and settles back to his previous spooning position. "We need to remember to take the vodka with us if we move this to your bedroom." You glance at Dave over your shoulder. "Why?" He starts running his hands down your sides, making you shake with renewed desire. "Because," he says, "I haven't had my body shot yet." You smile as you arch back into his hands and Harry's soft kiss on your shoulder. This is indeed a most inspired way to spend the evening.
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