"And you always do get what you want, don't you?" Chris stretches out too, arm across the bed just above Vitya's head, and plays with Victor's hair.

Victor puts his arm over Vitya and onto Chris, hand on his ribs, and they whisper for a while about skating, about life, about memories.

"Stay awake," Chris says and rolls off the bed. "I'll be back and we can rouse him together."

Victor lets him go. Then he props himself up on his side and looks down at Vitya.

He's on his side, knees curling up and one hand half on Victor's arm. Hair splashed out behind him, cheeks pink with sleep. Bruise on his hip, Victor's mark on his neck. Mouth open and he's drooling unattractively on the pillow. Victor makes a mental note to make sure it goes back on Chris's side of the bed.

There's no clock to check and his phone is on the coffee table. But Victor knows when it's time and he's just touching his mouth to Vitya's when Chris comes back into the room.

Chris stops by the bed and looks down at them. "Two of you is nice," he says. "If demanding."

Victor runs his tongue inside Vitya's lower lip and imagines two of Chris and him in between them, taking both of them at once like Vitya did. A shiver runs through him and he closes his eyes. Vitya stirs and Victor knows he felt it too.

Vitya flips onto his back and opens his eyes, blinking, but not seeing. Then he stretches and wakes, pulling Victor against him and holding out his other arm to Chris.

Chris lies down beside Victor and Vitya, tangling himself with them, kissing Vitya's face and throat. He and Victor take turns with Vitya's mouth and Vitya rolls between them, moving against them like he's always been there to warm their bed.

"Tell me when you're ready," Victor says. He runs his hand up the inside of Vitya's thigh. "You can go another round, I know it."

"Allow me," Chris says and bends over Vitya, hand on his hip, mouth on his cock.

Vitya pushes up, hips rising to Chris, and he lets his mouth fall away from Victor's while his feet slide against the sheets. His cock stiffens in Chris's mouth, faster than it has any right to after everything they've already done.

Chris doesn't stop and Victor pushes at his forehead. "Don't make him come, you bastard."

Chris rolls his eyes at Victor but he does stop, with his mouth at least, and his fingers around Vitya's cock aren't moving. "So demanding," he says.

Victor rolls his eyes back. "Vitya," he says. "Are you ready?"

"Are you?" Vitya says. He reaches for Victor and squeezes his cock. "How long until you're ready?"

"We're ready now," Victor says. He leans in and kisses Vitya one more time. "I want you to fuck me."

Vitya's eyes open wide and his hand around Victor's cock tightens.

"You know how much you like being fucked? I do too." Victor looks over at Chris. "Chris will take you through it."

"Coach Chris," Chris says. "I can teach you to fuck yourself." He dips in to kiss Vitya. "You'll be so good at it."

Vitya leans into Victor. "I'll fuck you," he says and the words still make him flush but his chin is up and Victor can tell that he's excited.

"How do you want it, Victor?" Chris says. "Here on the corner?"

"No," Victor says. "Let's use the bench."

When they get to Chris's spare room, Vitya can't stop staring.

It's a perfectly normal room: the same clean white paint as Chris's bedroom, shelving neatly stacked with boxes and books, soft lighting, a jade plant standing where it will catch the sun from the window during the day. A mirror standing by the closet door.

But instead of a bed, there's a table, thickly upholstered in black vinyl.

Chris comes up behind Vitya and wraps his arms around Vitya's shoulders. "It's not for card games," he says. "Victor, do you want the centre raised?"

Victor presses up to Vitya too so he's trapped between him and Chris. "No, just the wedge." He nuzzles Vitya's cheek. "You smell so clean, too clean." That tobacco scent again on Vitya's skin and Victor wants to cover it up with his own hands and mouth and come.

"How should I smell?" Vitya says. He slides his hands over Victor's body, touching him like he belongs here, like Victor belongs to him.

"Like wine and sweat and sex," Victor says. "Like me."

"Such poetry," Chris says and goes to find the wedge.

"I don't want to wait." Victor turns Vitya so he can see them both in the mirror, tall and pale, naked and hungry and twined together. "I've been waiting all evening for you." And it's true, every moment since the knock came on the door Victor has been waiting for this one. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

Vitya's eyes squeeze closed but he speaks out loud: "I'm going to fuck you."

"You're going to fuck me," Victor says. "You're not the only one who needs it."

Vitya laughs and Victor kisses him, pulls him close, Vitya's cock hard against Victor's belly. Pushes him back towards the table.

Victor sits down, thighs open for Vitya to stand between. He takes both their cocks in hand, pressing them together. And he really can't wait. He was going to make Vitya and Chris tease him, touch and play and wind him up. But he's teased already, he's wound so far he's going to snap, and Vitya's fingers curling over his own are ready too.

"A matched set," Chris says. He sets down the wedge and a cushion for Victor's back. And he wraps his own hand around them both. "You know it's my birthday soon?"

"Vitya's going to fuck me now," Victor says. "Right now."

"Right now," Vitya echoes. He leans in and kisses Victor, plunging his tongue into Victor's mouth like a promise.

"I'll leave the ice cubes in the freezer then," Chris says. "But kiss me too, before we start." He tugs on Vitya's hair and Vitya turns to him, pressing close and letting Chris arch him back.

"You can have another turn with him after." Victor tugs on Vitya's shoulders, digs his toes into Chris's calf. He wants it to be light and fun, but he can hear the desperation in his voice.

Chris lets Vitya go. "Victor," he says. "Take whatever you need."

Victor squeezes Chris's hand, thank you, and then he moves back on the table, fixing the cushion under his head and letting Chris slide the wedge in under his hips as he pulls his legs up. And then he's ready, thighs spread, ass raised. Throat dry and chest aching because he needs it now, right now.

"What should I do?" Vitya asks. He touches the base of the plug, plucking at it.

Chris comes up behind him. "Pull it out, slowly. Twist it a little." He puts his hands on Vitya's shoulders. "Remember how it felt coming out of you."

Vitya starts to pull. Too slowly for Victor but the look on Vitya's face, that wrinkle back between his brows, as he concentrates.

Victor reaches out and touches it, picking the crease up on his fingertip like a item in a mobile game. Presses it to his own forehead where the muscle won't fold. And he holds his breath as the bulb slides out. He misses it already.

"Look at him," Chris says. "Ask if he's okay."

Vitya looks at Victor. His fingers tighten around Victor's ankle. "Are you okay?"

Victor wants to smile but his face won't go that way right now. It's not the Botox, it's desire that's cramping his muscles and grinding his bones. "Do it."

"Hold out your hand," Chris says and squirts lubricant into Vitya's palm. Victor knows Chris wants to slide Vitya's cock through his own fingers but he's keeping his hands off for Victor.

Vitya slicks himself up and moves closer. He puts the tip of his cock against Victor's asshole, just rests it there while he looks at Victor. "Are you okay?"

"Do it, Vitya." Victor presses forward, his thigh muscles tightening. "I won't be okay until you put it in."

"It's all right," Chris says. He puts his hands on Vitya's shoulders. "Victor knows what he wants. Go slow, even if he tells you not to."

"Fuck you, Chris," Victor says. He reaches for Vitya's hip. "Slow, fast, just please now."

Vitya swallows, takes a breath, grabs the edge of the table. And finally he presses his cock into Victor.

It's slow, like Chris told him, but that's okay. Victor wants to feel every millimetre, every millisecond of Vitya pushing inside him. Like Vitya felt Victor pushing inside him.

"You feel it," Victor says because he can feel it too. The inside and the outside. Vitya opening him up, his own flesh squeezing Vitya, squeezing his own cock, even though nobody is touching it right now. It's too much but it's going to get even better. "As deep as you can."

"Stop for a moment, so he can get used to it," Chris says, and Vitya stops, hips brushing Victor's ass and eyes locked on Victor's face.

"I hope I'm never used to it." Victor strokes Vitya's thigh. "Fuck me now, just fuck me."

"You do look pretty with a cock in you," Chris says. He picks up Victor's ankles and pulls his legs around Vitya's waist. "Go ahead, don't pull back too far, just fuck him like we fucked you."

Vitya puts his arms under Victor's calves, takes one more breath, smiles like the dazzling sun, and fucks Victor.

He's tentative at first but Victor gives him a minute and he moves more confidently, rocking forward as he thrusts, giving Victor as much as he can. "Is it good?" Vitya asks.

It's not good like Chris is good, smooth and precise and knowing just how to tease Victor until he's gasping or swearing. But it's good like those first few messy kisses, raw and unpractised and joyful and Victor loves it.

"You're amazing," he says. "Beautiful and amazing."

Chris laughs. "Do you always jerk off in front of a mirror, Victor?" And he steps behind Vitya and takes Victor's ankles around his own waist.

He moves against Vitya, with him, like they're fucking Victor together. His chest and hips and cock against Vitya's back, his thumbs stroking Victor's calves. "Take his cock in your hand," he says to Vitya and Vitya does.

The sensations are hitting Victor like a waterfall, relentless and so strong they're almost painful. He puts one hand over Vitya's on his cock and they stroke it together. They both need it so much, to have, to be had, to be together.

And while they're both moving and staring and taking the same rough breaths, Chris leans over Vitya's shoulder and starts to speak.

"Did you know," he says, "when I was younger than you are now, I had a poster of you on my bedroom wall?" He lets go of Victor's calf long enough to draw Vitya's hair back from his face so he can press his cheek to Vitya's temple.

"You were in a shiny blue skating costume with your hair down your back. Posing on the ice, not quite smiling." Chris is speaking to Vitya but his eyes are on Victor and Victor looks back at him.

"So strong and so beautiful," Chris says. "Like a fairy tale prince. Every day on the ice, I wanted to catch you."

The story itself isn't surprising. Victor's been told it over and over again by the skaters that he meets, some of them gushing, some almost resentful. And Victor is always pleased, proud to be chased after and so seldom ever caught.

But he's never heard this from Chris. Not at seventeen, not at twenty-two. Not on the podium or in a hotel bar. And not while he's naked in Chris's flat, gasping for breath, drowning in desire.

The link between him and Vitya opens wide and that flood of pride and astonishment covers both of them together, mixing with the arousal until it's all one rushing feeling, carrying them along. Vitya's pace stutters but Chris moves with him and gets him back on track.

"I worked hard to catch you," Chris says. He's still looking into Victor's eyes, more relentless than any fuck could be. "And every night, in bed, I put one hand on the poster and the other on my cock and thought about touching you while I came."

The words roll through Victor and he shakes with it, Vitya is shaking too. It's Chris's hands on him, Chris's cock inside him, both of them, fucked out and nearly helpless.

Victor presses his heels into Chris's back. He stretches out his hand and catches Chris's arm with the tips of his fingers. And for a moment the link opens up and he can feel Chris with them too, all three together, every sensation, pulled down by the undertow.

And it's Chris who comes first, against Vitya's back. His eyes almost close but he keeps them on Victor, his hands tighten on Victor's calves.

Vitya's eyes go wide when he feels it and he turns his head for Chris's mouth. Chris can't kiss him, he's hardly there, he's coming so hard.

Victor is almost there, he wants to be there now, right now, with Chris, but it's Vitya who plunges, jerking his hips and biting Chris's lip so hard Victor feels the pain on his own mouth.

"Now, Victor," Chris says while Vitya moves back against him, eyes half closed, hand squeezing Victor's cock. Pulling out of Victor fast, too fast. "Now."

Now. The breath stops in Victor's lungs and he comes, harder than he should be able to after he's come three times already, better than it should be, probably five years of his life draining from him, and he's glad to feel them go.

Vitya collapses over him before he's done and Victor can't flail an arm to catch him or even stop his hair from falling over Victor's wet belly.

Even Chris looks shaky. He slides to the floor beside the table, one arm hitched up over Vitya's back and the other finding Victor's shoulder.

And when Victor looks down at him, the moment bubbles over and they laugh so hard the table shakes, their bodies shake, while Vitya turns his dazed face to stare at them.

"Chris," Victor says when he can speak again. He sits up, one hand on Vitya's hair, and tips his head to the side. "Mark me."

"What about the rule?" Chris asks but he's already on his feet, bending over Victor.

"Do it now before I change my mind." Victor pulls Chris's head down. "The same as Vitya's."

Chris doesn't ask again. He sucks on Victor's skin, worrying with his teeth, and as the pain blossoms, Victor knows he'll be carrying this bruise for at least a week. He hopes it's two.

When Chris raises his head, Victor catches him for a kiss, slow and lazy and satisfied, as much as Victor is ever satisfied. It's only when Vitya kisses Victor's thigh that Victor remembers that he's there.

"Look at you," Chris says to Vitya. "You're the one who fucked Victor and you're still covered in both our come." He strokes Vitya's face. "You look like you enjoy it."

Vitya pushes himself to his feet. "I can still...more." He reaches for Chris. "More."

"I wish." Chris looks at Victor. "You?"

The way Victor feels right now, he's not sure if he'll ever be able to come again, not sure he'll even need to. But Vitya still looks so eager. He takes Vitya's hand. "Chris will find something to put inside you. We'll watch you. We'll touch you."

Vitya presses up to Victor for a kiss, slow but still not satisfied. Behind him, Chris plays with Vitya's hair and Victor keeps his eyes open to watch Chris smiling down at them.