Chris comes into the kitchen and stops for a moment, naked and tousled, watching Vitya with his lips on Victor's cock.

Victor picks up his glass of wine and toasts Chris silently. After he drinks, he holds out his hand. "Come here and kiss me."

"You're sitting where I make my salads." Chris crosses the tiled floor but he stops behind Vitya. When his hands come down on Vitya's shoulders, Vitya moves into it like a cat, humming in the back of his throat and around Victor's cock.

Chris pulls the robe off Vitya's shoulders and drops it onto the floor. "You should always be naked," he says. "Naked with a cock inside of you."

Vitya's hands clutch Victor's thighs and his mouth stops, although he doesn't take it away. His face flushes and Victor touches his cheek. Vitya's whole body is vibrating with need and Victor lets it shake through himself as well.

"Suck me for a while and then I'll fuck you right here." Chris slides his hand onto Vitya's neck, underneath his curtain of hair. He looks at Victor. "Unless you're ready?"

"Just come here." Victor puts his hand on Vitya's head and eases him back. "Show Chris what you can do."

They all reposition, Chris beside Victor, Vitya dropping down to Chris. Victor turning to Chris and kissing him like it's a lazy summer afternoon and he wants to take a while.

It's almost a relief, slowing down a little, but when Chris tips back his head and Victor leans in to kiss his throat, Victor looks down at Vitya and this doesn't feel so slow any more.

Vitya is kneeling in front of Chris, his discarded robe bunched up beneath him. His hands wrapped around Chris's ass, his eyes closed, his hair falling over his cheek. His mouth wrapped around Chris's cock like he's never wanted anything else. His whole body so needy and so grateful Victor wants to switch with him right now, not to take his place, but to be Vitya, sixteen and having everything he wants.

"Chris," Victor says. He slides one bare foot down Vitya's back. "You have to fuck Vitya." He shifts on the counter so the plug inside him presses in, put his mouth to Chris's mouth. "You have to fuck him."

Vitya shivers and Victor feels it. Puts his hand on Vitya's head as he moves over Chris's cock. Winds his fingers into Chris's damp hair. Opens for Chris's kiss that's not lazy, not slow, not sweet.

"He'll fuck you," Victor says to Vitya. "He has to fuck you."

Chris reaches down and finds Victor's fingers, adds the weight of his hand to Vitya's head. "You're more eager than he is, mon chéri."

"We're the same," Victor says and kisses Chris again, sucks on Chris's tongue like Vitya is sucking on his cock. "We both want you."

Chris stops for a moment – his mouth, his hands, his body – and when Victor looks at him, there's an expression on his face Victor has only seen before on the ice. He's more naked somehow, naked and vulnerable.

Then Chris presses his forehead to Victor's. "Almost time," he says. "Vitya, you're so good, I'm going to fuck you soon."

Victor can feel the throb of pride from Vitya. Vitya pulls back for a breath and to wipe the saliva that's drooling from his mouth. He looks up, not at Chris, but at Victor, and moves his hand to touch the inside of Victor's thigh.

"I want to watch Chris fuck you," Victor says and he wishes he could crane down far enough to take one kiss from Vitya's mouth. "So convince him that it's time."

When Vitya goes back down on Chris, Victor looks at Chris again, not kissing now, just staring, breathing together through their open mouths.

"Now?" Victor says. "I don't want to wait."

"If you keep talking like that," Chris says, "I'll lose it before we even get started." He puts his hand onto Vitya's cheek. "Now."

Vitya pulls back from Chris's cock. He doesn't speak, looks like he can't find the words any more, even in Russian. But he stands and looks at both of them with eyes so hot they're going to burn away and leave him blind.

"I changed the bed," Chris says.

"Here," Victor says. "You said you'd have him right here." He slides off the counter. Stepping closer, he puts his arm around Vitya's shoulders, supporting him.

"Here?" Chris says to Vitya.

"Now!" Vitya wraps his fingers around Chris's cock. Mine, he's saying. Ours.

"I don't cook with lubricant, so–"

But Victor is already halfway to the living room to grab the bottle from the warmer. He's nearly running, like he's afraid they'll just start and finish in the time it takes for those few steps.

But he's only gone long enough for Vitya to press himself to Chris, one arm around his neck, and kiss him. Victor stops to look at them: at Chris's hand sliding down Vitya's back, fingers between his buttocks, while Vitya squirms against him.

"Over the table," Victor says and sets down the bottle. He throws open three drawers before he finds a stack of towels. "That's what you want, Vitya."

Vitya turns his head and Victor steps in to kiss him too. "Look at me," Vitya whispers.

"I'll always look at you." Victor runs his thumb over Vitya's bottom lip.

Then he hooks a chair out of the way, pushes back a bowl of oranges, and moves Vitya into position: arms on the table, back bent, legs spread. "Are you ready for Chris to fuck you?" He stands behind Vitya himself, hips against Vitya's ass, stroking Vitya's sides and back. Taking one quick handful of Vitya's cock.

Chris comes up behind him, cock pressing against Victor's ass, and puts his tongue to Victor's ear. "Are you sure you don't want to be the lucky one?"

"I already am," Victor says and moves out of the way.

"You said you'd fuck me," Vitya says, petulant and shaking. "Fuck me."

"You're the best thing I've ever had at this table," Chris says and puts his cock into Vitya.

Vitya's face twists and he sucks in air. His hair falls over his face and Victor pulls it back so he can see Vitya's expression.

"Chris is right," Victor says. "You're so beautiful like this, it's the only thing you want." It's the only thing Victor wants, to watch Vitya struggle around Chris's cock, moving back against it like it's not enough. He puts his hand on Vitya's back and when Chris starts to thrust, slow and deep, he strokes Vitya's skin in time with Chris.

The table creaks and Vitya sobs out a breath with every rock of Chris's hips. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open, his tongue flicking out like he's searching for something.

Victor puts two fingers into Vitya's mouth and Vitya closes around them, sucking and working with his tongue. Victor pushes in when Chris does, fucking Vitya's mouth, but it still isn't enough. Not for Vitya. Not for Victor.

"It's a sturdy table," Chris says. "But you're going shopping for more tea towels."

Victor climbs up in front of Vitya, drawing up his knees. "You can take more," he says and Vitya looks at him, half unseeing, then opens his mouth for Victor's cock.

No more waiting, Victor's cock is stiffening against Vitya's tongue. Victor watches his own face, his own mouth stretching wide around his cock, his own glazed expression, and the plug inside of him isn't anything like enough right now. He wants to be opened up completely, pierced and almost choking with it.

He strokes Vitya's hair, gently, thumbs away a drop from Vitya's watering eyes. "I'll fuck you too," he says and starts to move.

It's an awkward position but that's okay, he doesn't want to go too deep, or knows he shouldn't anyhow. Vitya's mouth slides over him, no finesse, just keeping his teeth out of the way and his tongue right there. Just wet and hot and open for Victor like that's the only thing either of them wants.

Victor looks up, at Chris's cock moving into Vitya, at Chris's eyes catching his own. The light in the kitchen is bright, too blue to be sexy, but Chris still looks like he's glowing.

"Do you want a turn after?" Chris says. He takes one hand from Vitya's hips and stretches out to Victor, touching his cheek when Victor leans in.

"Together." Victor doesn't look away from Chris but he strokes Vitya's temple again. "Vitya wants us together."

"If we can." Chris smiles. "Keep looking at me." He wraps his hand around Vitya's cock.

Victor keeps looking. Chris has good control and they can come simultaneously maybe one time in three. But there's never been someone else between them. "We'll do it together."

They keep moving, in and out of Vitya as he shudders and blinks, staring at each other like it's the end of the world.

"You're taking us so well," Chris says. "You're so strong, so beautiful. No one else could take us both like this. I want to have you every day."

Victor can feel each word settle on Vitya like a caressing hand, stroking every inch of his skin. Vitya arches his back with pride and need, tears leak from his eyes.

And maybe they'll never come at all, just stay here in this moment, fucking Vitya together until they're all consumed and blow away like ash.

But Chris leans forward. "Soon, Victor. Get ready." He squeezes Vitya's flank. "We're both going to come inside you, that's how good you are."

And Victor can feel it, almost there, reaching to catch that last bit of momentum, just, right there, yes. "Chris," he says. "Vitya."

Chris grabs his wrist and it pulls him along, both of them at once, coming into Vitya while they all shake together at Chris's kitchen table.

"You don't have to swallow," Victor says when he can speak but Vitya already has, letting Victor's cock slip away and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Chris's hand is still on Vitya's cock, stroking him because he didn't come with them. But Victor can't let him have it. "I'll get him off," he says and climbs down and takes Chris's hand away.

"I'll hold him up for you." Chris gets his arms around Vitya and Vitya leans back against him, still breathing through his swollen mouth and shiny with sweat.

And Victor slides to the floor and gets his mouth around Vitya's cock, stretches around Vitya like Vitya just stretched around him. He wants to take his time but Vitya is so close, Victor can tell, so he just takes Vitya all in, deep-throating him while he gasps.

Vitya's fingers twist in Victor's hair. Victor gives him one last swirl of the tongue and Vitya comes, half in Victor's mouth and half on Victor's face, knees buckling so that Chris has to brace and haul him up against his chest.

Victor swallows, then grabs a towel and wipes his face. "Now he's spoiled for anyone else."

Chris chuckles. "Spoiled and used up." He kisses Vitya's cheek. "Come with me."

"Wait." Victor leans in and kisses Vitya. Even now, Vitya's mouth is still eager, tongue searching for Victor's. "Vitya, here's your medal." He puts his mouth on Vitya's neck, just where it joins the shoulder, and sucks while Vitya digs his nails into Victor's shoulder. Victor doesn't pull away until he knows it's going to bruise.

Vitya touches the spot gently; it's red now, but darkening. He smiles at Victor like he's won gold, like he wants Victor to mark him all over his body.

"What happened to the no marks rule?" Chris asks.

"That still applies to you," Victor says.

Chris tips Vitya's head back and puts his own mouth on the spot for just a moment. "You're such a bitch, Victor."

Victor flips his hair but it's still too damp to be properly dramatic. "That's why you can't get enough of me."

Chris laughs. "My turn to deal with this wanton," he says and pulls Vitya out of the room with him.

Victor hates to see them go but he doesn't follow. He can't grudge Chris his turn to have Vitya feel him up in the shower. Instead he dampens Chris's blue-striped tea towel and wipes himself down there in the kitchen.

While he listens to the water running, Victor pours himself more wine. The whole room, the whole apartment smells like sex and he has to hold the glass right over his nose to properly get the bouquet.

Tomorrow he can think about this, Vitya, Chris. Tonight he just wants to have it, everything, all he can. While he can.

And that's too much like thinking so he gulps the wine like Vitya did before and heads off to the bedroom.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed when Chris and Vitya come in. Vitya stumbles over and climbs up on his lap, straddling him and pressing his damp skin into Victor's chest.

"You're not done," Victor says against Vitya's ear. "Are you done?"

"I'm not done," Vitya says but he's lax in Victor's arms. "I want more."

"We need at least two more people to keep up with you." Chris puts his hand on Vitya's head, then sits down next to Victor. "But Victor is too jealous to share."

Vitya puts his mouth on Victor's neck, open but unmoving, he's too tired to even kiss.

Victor pulls him closer. He's not ready to let go. "You can have more," he says.

"Let me find something to put in you," Chris says. "While we recover."

Vitya shifts against Victor and Victor pictures Vitya on the bed, limp but writhing around Chris's latest toy, and it's a lovely image. But he thumbs the suck mark on Vitya's neck and whispers in Vitya's ear. "Sleep for a while, I'll wake you."

"Don't forget," Vitya says and lets Victor lay him down on the sheets. He's drifting out before Victor even stretches out beside him.

"Nap too?" Chris says.

"We can't sleep," Victor says. "We can't leave him. What if he goes away?"

"He has to go sometime." Chris brushes Vitya's hair off his forehead with a gentle finger. "What about you? Want something else in? Something bigger? A vibe?"

"You know what I want," Victor says. "I can wait."