My Stepbrother the Firefighter and Our Dog [mxm]

Dec 25th - Ian - Coming Home

Well, honey, we had the whole "if three guys land in one bed, there will be more than just a few kisses" discussion. So please, don't make me give you that speech again. Just don't read. 

It was different than it had been with Max. There was a lot of space around Linus beside his sunny nature. Just hugging him was unthinkable. Ian just felt that the first move had to come from him, that Linus was the one calling the shots.

They went up the stairs in the hotel instead of taking the elevator. Obviously they all felt like getting rid of some of the nervous energy, that coursed through all of them beside being still exhausted from the flight, before they would enter a room together.

Cedric was talking about the appointments they had lined up from England with a real state agent. Linus was smiling. It had a quality that Ian wasn't able to name, but it gave his heart a little twist and he suddenly was sure he would call the smile sad.

In the room, he wanted to open his mouth to offer Linus a drink, but he was already toeing his chucks of and pulling his big t-shirt over his head.

Cedric's and his gaze met and he saw the uncertainty in his love's eyes. How to deal with a man on a mission?

Ian decided it would be for the best, to give the reigns over to Linus and follow his lead.

When that decision was made, Linus was already out of his skinny jeans and was shoving his boxers to the floor. That certainly wasn't very romantic, but erotic as hell.

"Stop."

The one word froze Ian in place, who had been following Linus' example in getting rid of his clothes.

Before he could ask what Linus' plan was, the naked man stood in front of Cedric, touching the thin lips Ian loved so much with his index finger, appreciating them like a rare artwork.

Without another word being spoken, Ian knew that he was to watch. It was hard keeping his hands to himself and he caught himself rubbing them up and down the seams of his jeans. His breath got heavy and uneven.

Linus took his time undressing Cedric, never kissing him on the mouth, but anywhere else. Cedric's eyes burned while his gaze shifted between Ian and the man gliding ten fingertips over his ribs and flat stomach, blowing a fine stream of air against Cedric's chest. Sensitive as his nipples were, they pebbled instantly, Cedric shivering but holding as still as Ian.

Linus wasn't in a rush. His languid explorations seemed to make time stand still and then move in a different pace. They had hours of pleasure ahead of them. Ian was sure that Linus would bring them to the brink of exhaustion before they all found their release.

Cedric stood finally naked, a light flush coloring his skin, his breathing deep and measured as he tried to keep himself in check.

Linus was still on his knees from helping Cedric out of his shoes and pants, sitting back and caressing Cedric's flanks. He was eying Cedric's groin as if he was planning his next moves. After a minute of two in which Cedric's breathing picked up speed, Linus head moves forward and he took Cedric in his mouth.

Ian wasn't able to see it, standing behind Linus, he was only able to see Cedric's eyes spark with fire and his lips part on breathy moans.

It would have been easy to just undress and join in, but Linus was weaving a spell that was powerful and heady enough to convince Ian to give in to it.

Linus hands stayed on the sides of Cedric's thighs, only his head moving while he was pleasuring the man standing above him. But it didn't look submissive in Ian's eyes. They where the ones who gave up control.