Chris reaches out to the table beside the couch for lubricant, already warm, and rubs Vitya's cock like he's massaging it, slow, careful, attentive.

Vitya closes his eyes and bites his lip. His fingers tighten around Victor's and Victor doesn't need to reach through the connection to know how those fingers would feel around his own cock.

Victor can't quite remember just when he and Chris starting fooling around, a few fumbly encounters, not too different from the other boys whose dicks he rubbed through their trousers, whose thighs Victor rode in dark corners. But then their eyes began to turn to each other first and Victor couldn't keep the smile from his face whenever they met.

Even then, they were fast and frantic, excited and laughing and banging off the walls. Until that year at Worlds when Chris was seventeen and everything changed. Victor never found out who had taken Chris in hand, Chris would never say. But someone had taken time with him, taught him and coached him, touched him like he's touching Vitya now. Spoken to him in that steady voice. Looked at him with those admiring eyes.

"You're doing so well," Chris says and wraps his other arm around Vitya's chest, hiking his shirt a little higher under his arms. "I love to touch you like this."

Vitya's face changes, his mouth tightens. A dent appears between his brows, furrowing deeper as his whole face twists, and he clutches Victor's fingers so hard Victor can't help gasping from the pain.

I should tell him it's time for Botox, Victor thinks and water springs up in his eyes as Vitya comes all over Chris's hand. He doesn't breathe again until Vitya does too.

"I couldn't–" Vitya says.

"You did well." Victor leans over and kisses Vitya's cheek.

"How long until the next one, fifteen minutes?" Chris says to Victor. He fishes for a towel and dabs at Vitya and himself. Then he wraps Vitya in an embrace, chest and hips. "That was wonderful. Do you know what I'd like?"

Vitya settles himself and Victor knows what he would like right now: to get his fingers, his mouth on that bare skin, feel Vitya moving under his hands. But he waits to because he knows what Chris is going to say.

Chris runs the tip of his tongue along the curve of Vitya's ear. "I'd like to fuck you."

The flush spreads over Vitya's whole face and his body shifts again. "I haven't ... before."

"Maybe Victor wants to fuck you too." Chris shifts his own hips and Victor knows his cock is pressing hard against Vitya. "Don't worry, we'll make it easy. We'll take it slow."

"Vitya," Victor says and waits until Vitya opens his eyes. "You'll like it, I promise." He rubs Vitya's hand with his thumb. "You'll really like it."

"He's speaking from experience," Chris says. He turns Vitya's head and kisses him, opens around Vitya's tongue.

Victor can't wait any longer. He turns and slips his arm around Vitya too, under Chris's arm. He kisses Vitya's neck, his cheek, pulls him back around so he can have a turn with Vitya's mouth.

Vitya's hands come up and wrap around his arm, both their arms. Clinging like he's afraid they'll leave him. And maybe that will happen, maybe this is Vitya's dream and Victor and Chris will melt away.

But not yet. Victor tugs at Vitya's shirt and Vitya raises his arms to let it go, he kicks the sleep pants off. And now he's naked, still stretched out against Chris.

"It's my turn," Victor says. He swings himself across so that he's straddling them both, his weight mostly on his own knees. He pushes Chris's arm out of the way. And he bends and kisses Vitya's throat, hands up and down the soft skin of his chest and sides.

Vitya grabs at Victor's head, fingers slipping through his hair. Chris's hands come up too, onto Victor's back, touching him lightly.

Victor takes Vitya's nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, sucking just the way he always wants it, and Vitya's fingers twist in his hair. Like he likes it. Like it's good.

Victor climbs off the couch and Chris makes room for him to kneel down between their legs. And finally Victor puts his hand on Vitya's cock.

It's still flaccid, too soon for more, but Victor strokes it gently, looking up into Vitya's eyes, then presses a kiss on the head. A flick of the tongue just to taste the soft skin and the traces of come. Later, later it will be his turn.

Then he pushes Vitya's legs further apart and kisses the insides, soft skin, hard muscle, Vitya trembling again when Victor reaches the crease of his thigh. Victor strokes Vitya's asshole with one finger, pushing gently, not enough to slip inside.

Vitya moves like he can't help it. Not away from Victor; he just can't keep still. Can't keep his breath behind his teeth. Can't keep his hands out of Victor's hair.

"Relax," Chris says and he shifts too, all of them moving together for a moment. Then he pulls Vitya's legs up, hoists him back, getting him ready. "Victor will warm you up." His foot finds Victor's calf and Victor reaches back for it, one run of his palm up Chris's leg before he bends down and puts his tongue on Vitya.

The angle is awkward but Victor doesn't care how sore his neck feels while he's swirling his tongue and Vitya is panting and squirming and Chris is murmuring words Victor can't hear, just feel rumbling through them all.

He wishes he could see Vitya's face. Is it flushing? Twisting? Are his eyes squeezed closed? Is his tongue touching his lips? Victor presses in a little way and Vitya gives a soft cry, pushing forward for more.

Victor doesn't want to stop but Chris touches his shoulder and he looks up.

"Next," Chris says. He holds up a plug, already slick and ready.

Vitya's eyes go wide and Victor strokes his thigh. "It will be fine, don't worry."

"It's Victor's favourite," Chris says. "Sorry, Victor, I'll find another one for you."

Victor takes it. "I'm going to put it in."

Vitya stares a moment, then he nods.

What has Vitya pushed up inside himself before now? Victor can't remember everything he tried, too young and embarrassed and famous to easily buy his own. Even the first toy he had wasn't quite enough.

He presses slowly while Chris murmurs, "Relax, breathe, relax," like he's talking Vitya down from a panic attack. But Vitya isn't panicking, he's calming as the plug slides into him, that opening up that's its own relief, when you like this the way Victor likes it.

"You love it," he says and it's not a question. "Chris, there's another one the same in my bag."

"You just want him to yourself," Chris says.

Victor catches Vitya's eye and they share a smile, Vitya's eyes hot and dazed, and Victor wonders if he looks the same. He takes Vitya in his arms and pulls him off Chris, up to his feet. "Don't you want to watch us?"

Vitya presses close, standing awkwardly, and kisses Victor. The silk of the robe is between them, sliding between Victor's cock and Vitya's belly. Vitya takes hold of the belt, then stops.

"Do anything you want," Victor says. He runs his hands down Vitya's back, squeezes his buttocks. "Anything."

"Don't you dare come while I'm out of the room," Chris says and goes to rummage through Victor's luggage.

"What will he do about it if you do?" Vitya opens Victor's robe and stands back to look Victor up and down.

"Do I look good?" Victor says. "Chris? Complain." He takes a handful of Vitya's hair and tugs on it. "He'd spank me if I asked him to but he's not much into those kinds of games."

Vitya pushes the robe off Victor's shoulders and they stand together naked. There's a bruise on Vitya's thigh, must be from a fall. "You look good," he says.

"We're beautiful, it's true." Victor reaches down between Vitya's legs and finds the base of the plug with his fingers, presses it a little. "You're beautiful."

Vitya draws in breath. He pushes Victor back down onto the couch and climbs on top of him, kissing him, touching him, pressing his sharp hipbone down on Victor's cock and, Chris in the room or not, Victor rocks up into it.

"Stay with me all night," Victor says. "Stay with me." He's so close now, not quite there, but nearly. Hands on Vitya's body, mouth on Vitya's mouth.

He hears footsteps, Then Chris's hand comes down on his forehead, pushing back his hair. "Go ahead, mon chéri, I'm here." And Victor lets go, locking his leg over the back of Vitya's thighs and turning inside out with pleasure.

Vitya collapses on top of him, heavy and slack like he just came himself. Victor waits for his breath to start again, smiling at Chris over Vitya's shoulder. "Fifteen minutes, yes," Victor says.

"It's good you came already," Chris says. "Because I want to go first."

Vitya tenses up and Victor rubs his back. He can feel it in Vitya's body, his hands on Victor's shoulders, his legs between Victor's legs. That excitement that's so very close to fear.

Chris crouches down and puts his hand between Vitya's thighs, pressing at the plug like Victor did before. Vitya digs his fingers into Victor's shoulders and Victor puts his hand on Chris's arm.

"Kiss me, Chris," he says and when Chris bends down to him, winds his arm around Chris's neck. "Don't use yourself up," he says against Chris's mouth. "I still want you to fuck me."

"As many times as you want," Chris said. He kisses Victor again, then pulls away, holds up the plug from Victor's bag. "But you're going to have this inside you first." He puts his thumb on Vitya's lower lip. "You want to put it in, don't you?"

Vitya sucks Chris's thumb into his mouth, slowly lets it go. He's learning fast. "I want to."

He sits up and Victor turns over and raises his hips. "Your couch," he says to Chris.

"My cleaning service is used to it. But this time I'm going to send the bill to you." Chris hands Vitya the plug, talks him through how much lubricant to use, hand on Vitya's back as Vitya puts the head of the plug against Victor's asshole.

"Do I need to do anything first?" Vitya looks back at Chris.

"Victor's having too much fun already." Chris grins at Victor. "And he's always ready to go. Just go slow."

"Or fast," Victor says. "Just do it."

Vitya goes slow, pressing the plug so gently, Victor moves back against it, like it's suctioned to the shower floor and he's sitting down on it.

"Like that," he says and, for a few moments, all he thinks about is the plug pushing him open, like he always wants to be. He should have put it in on the train. The he breathes out. "Like that." He turns around and touches Vitya's cheek. "The same as you."

"Too bad I can't fuck you both at the same time," Chris says and it is too bad, really too bad.

Victor imagines it, holding Vitya's hand while they're getting there together, shaken by the same rhythm, held by the same hands, opened by the same cock. "If there were two of you," he says to Chris, "you wouldn't even answer my texts."

"I'm sure I could still fit you in somewhere." Chris pulls Victor up off the couch and embraces him, kisses him deep and slow, until Victor remembers Vitya is waiting and holds out his hand.

"Come on," Victor says. "Chris is going to fuck you."

"Bedroom or..." Chris says.

"Bedroom." Victor pulls Vitya after him, following Chris.

The lights are low, not candles, but diffuse and warm. The air is warm too, and the bedding is folded on a chair, just the white sheets on the bed.

"Are you ready?" Chris says and strokes Vitya's hair.

Vitya's fingers tighten again and Victor can feel it all: Victor's ready, he's not ready, he's excited, he's afraid.

"Only if you want to," Victor says. "But Chris is good, he'll be good to you."

"I want to," Vitya says. He's tight as a violin string, stretched thin and pitched so high. He turns to Chris and looks him in the eye. "Fuck me," he says. "I want you to fuck me."

"I will." Chris picks Vitya up and tosses him onto the bed. "I'll fuck you so well you won't want anyone else ever again."

"He's not that good," Victor says but it's Chris and right now it feels at least a little true.

They both look down at Vitya, naked on the bed, hair spilling out over the sheets. His arms are spread out and he's moving his thighs apart, starting to get hard again, and so eager. Victor wants to climb on himself, play some more right away. But it's Chris's turn.

Chris turns to Victor. "You really are so beautiful." Then he drops his robe, rather lovely himself, tall and present, so much flesh Victor hasn't got to touch yet.

Victor wraps his hand around Chris's cock, because it's his. "I should have blown you in the back of the taxi." Then he lets go and Chris gets onto the bed.

Vitya pushes up on his elbows to meet Chris. Chris straddles his body, hands and knees, and gives Vitya just the tip of his tongue to flicker against his own.

Then Chris pulls up Vitya's knees, spreads him apart so Victor can see the base of the plug against his skin. Chris's fingers drift around it and Vitya shivers.

"Take it out," Vitya says. He reaches down, he's going to do it himself, but Chris starts to pull, slowly.

Victor touches the plug that's inside him now. He pulls at it, pushes back. He doesn't want it gone but he wants to feel this too, with Vitya. He sits down on the bed beside them and touches Vitya's cheek with just two fingers.

And then he does feel it, that too-much twist and slide, the stretch, the relief and the loss, just like Vitya is feeling it.

"Tray's under the bed," Chris says and Victor finds it for him. Same blue tray, Friday-night-empty. Victor doesn't know if Chris keeps track but Victor always likes to see how full he can get it before Saturday morning brunch and blowjobs.

Then Chris presses Vitya back against the bed, pushing his thighs further apart and leaning in to kiss his mouth.

"Let me." Victor keeps his fingers on Vitya's cheek but he gets lubricant with his other hand and reaches down between them. He slicks Chris up and gives him a few strokes, less than he wants to.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Chris says to Vitya. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

A flush spreads over Vitya's face and shoulders. His cock stirs. And Victor can see and hear and feel the anticipation that hums through Vitya with Chris's words, the fear and desire like an ocean wave, covering him, pulling him under.

Just wait until he's inside you, Victor thinks at Vitya and there's a flicker in Vitya's eyes, one last beacon before he drowns.

"Chris," Victor says. And when Chris doesn't turn his head. "Chris."

Chris looks and Victor pulls one last kiss from him, draws Chris's tongue into his mouth, has that much of Chris inside of him first.

"Okay," Victor says. "Now fuck him."

Chris pulls Vitya's legs around his waist and moves into position, one hand on Vitya's thigh and the other on his own cock. Then he pushes in, slowly, slowly, gentle but relentless, eyes on Vitya's, and a look on his own face that makes Victor want to cry.