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The air was cold when Doc woke up. The bed was hardly wide enough to fit all three of them comfortably - not that that ever stopped them from trying. As it was, Doc found himself only halfway covered by the blankets, despite them having brought in the spare one from the other bedroom.
Ren’s gentle snores were familiar. Grian, it turned out, had a charming habit of mumbling in his sleep, but for right now, he was quiet.
Doc couldn’t help but to take a moment, as he did every morning, to just sit in bed and look at them. Safe. Whole. Here. He loved them so much; even if they stole the blankets.
He leaned down to press a kiss to Ren’s nose first, as he was the closest. The nose in question scrunched up in a way that made Doc chuckle, even as Ren’s blue eyes peeked up at him with a bleary expression.
“‘morning, Doc, baby,” Ren mumbled, burrowing deeper into the blanket. “‘s cold today.”
“Mhm,” Doc agreed as he took in the sight of long brown hair draping out over the pillows, the way his dark eyelashes rested delicately over the skin beneath his eyes.
He crawled over Ren, much to the other man’s groaning protest, but they both knew Doc had to get up soon.
Doc leaned down and pressed a kiss to Grian’s cheek, making sure to turn it obnoxiously loud and playful when the smaller man tried swatting him away, voice croaking out a weak, “Nooo.”
Ren chuckled hoarsely beside them. Doc hoped he wasn’t coming down with a cold; he’d have to make him some tea before leaving to work for the ground owner. He turned his focus back to the wriggling bundle of Grian beneath him.
“But Grian,” he said, trying and failing to bite back his smile. “I promised you kisses.”
“You also promised to let me sleep,” Grian whined.
Doc let the fingers of his hand wriggle in between the covers, lightly tickling Grian’s side and causing the smaller man to bark out a startled laugh. “And I have. But now I’m waking you up for kisses.”
“Cruel and unjust,” Grian declared him, even as he finally opened his eyes, warm brown meeting forest green. Grian leaned up and pressed a clumsy kiss to Doc’s stubbled chin. “...you are very cute though, so I guess I can forgive you, this once.”
“Saved again by the blessings of having a pretty face,” Ren sighed playfully beside them. He leaned over to drape himself over Doc’s back, forehead pressing against Doc’s neck. “And a hot body, too,” Ren added, sounding like he was ready to fall asleep again.
Doc chuckled at his two lovers, shaking his head. “You guys are shameless in your attempts at swaying me into letting you sleep the day away.”
“Oh, but we mean it, Doc,” Grian replied, gaze warm and serious, a pale hand sneaking out from beneath the covers to caress Doc’s cheek, leaving a trail of gentle chill behind as Grian’s fingers wandered. Down his neck, across his shoulders, down his bicep - across the scars. “So pretty. That’s the first thing I thought when I saw you two - ‘now that’s a sandwich I wouldn’t mind being a part of’, I thought to myself.”
Ren burst out laughing, breath hot and ticklish against Doc’s shoulder. “That’s—” he snickered again, “—that’s so unromantic, dude.”
“That says more about you, though - it’s working!” Grian said, turning his nose up at them with a playful smile curling up at the corners of his lips.
He was right, of course. How could Doc not be charmed? Him and Ren had known each other for a long time, of course - their relationship stemmed from trust, time, trial, and hardships - but there was something to be said about the kind of synergy Doc and Grian managed to tap into, after having their souls so intertwined that they were sharing the same body; even if only for a short time.
It had proven to come in handy in situations like this.
Doc raised an eyebrow, shooting Grian a questioning look. Grian’s expression broke out into a playful grin.
Then they were moving as one. Grian sitting up and scooting backwards, pulling the covers away; Doc twisting until he could wrap his arm around Ren’s slumped over form, and tug him in front of him with one powerful heave, until they had wiggled the brown-haired man in between them.
Ren didn’t fight against the arm that had suddenly captured him, but he certainly didn’t do anything to help, either - he let Doc manhandle him around until Ren’s back was propped up against Grian’s chest, laughing all the while.
“Gonna prove to you just how romantic a sandwich can be,” Grian declared with exaggerated seriousness, hands settling on Ren’s shoulders, kneading gently.
Ren’s snickering died down to a pleased hum when Doc covered the other man’s lips with his own.
It was a chaste kiss, if only for a little while. Shared closeness, mingling of breaths, soft skin meeting skin with unhurried movements. Ren smiled against his mouth, and wrapped his arms around Doc’s shoulders, tugging him even closer, making them press chest to chest.
Ren’s mouth opened against his, and Doc took the invitation for what it was, pressing even closer, wanting to taste, to touch. His hand was seeking out more warm skin to hold on to; his right arm steadying himself as well as he could without his prosthetic, while his left hand found its goal, fingers pressing into the dip of Ren’s hip bone.
Doc broke the kiss to catch his breath, Ren’s hands slipping down his sides in a very distracting tease, and looked up just in time to see Grian smirk over Ren’s shoulder, honey-brown eyes going dark with mischief, before he reached down to pinch at Ren’s nipples.
Ren shuddered between the two of them, back arching gently at the sensation of clever fingers on his chest. Doc leaned in to lick back into his parted mouth, swallowing down a soft moan before it could escape past Ren’s lips.
Grian’s hands were trapped between them as Doc pressed himself closer, but the smaller man put them to good use, if Ren’s panted groan was anything to go by.
Doc nipped at Ren’s bottom lip. “You’re so easy,” he teased, smile softening the taunt into something more endearing.
“Well, with two gorgeous men in my bed I won’t exactly need to be asked twice, let’s just put it at that,” Ren quipped, trembling a bit beneath Doc’s chest as Grian’s chuckles shook him.
Doc looked up and met Grian’s eyes. Unspoken, they leaned in, to exchange a soft kiss over Ren’s shoulder. He felt Ren’s cock twitch against his hip, and snorted a bit as he broke the kiss, peering down at his overexcited partner.
“I’m guessing I’m not leaving this bed until I’ve helped sort that out,” he said, grinding his thigh between Ren’s spread legs to make it clear what, exactly, he was referring to, causing Ren to tilt his head back onto Grian’s shoulder with a low moan.
“You guessed right,” Grian said, eyes crinkling at the corners. “So, how do we want it today, fine gents?”
Ren perked up. “Anyone up for having a dick in them, or is that too much work this early?”
“Me,” Doc immediately replied, probably to the surprise of the two men in his bed. His ears felt warm. “If you’d like?”
Ren crooned at him, one hand dragging down Doc’s back to cup the swell of his ass through his boxers. “Oh baby, you know I do.”
Hesitatingly, Doc looked back at Grian. The smaller man was biting his lip, and his cheeks had gotten a distinctive red tint to them. “What would you like, Grian?”
“I wanna watch,” Grian replied. He thought for a moment. “If it’s not too much, maybe a blowjob? If not then I’m fine with waiting, or taking care of myself, as it were. I wanna see you,” he said, words turning into a husky confession that left a trail of fire down Doc’s spine.
Heat had started simmering in his stomach. “I’d be happy to,” Doc said, the corners of his lips bunching up into an embarrassed smile.
Ren patted Doc’s ass. “Scoot ya boot, then. Doc goes in the middle - on your stomach, fine sir, if you’d be so inclined,” he added with an exaggerated wink.
Doc snorted gently, but he sat back on his haunches, letting Ren scramble away from where they’d had him trapped between them. Grian resettled himself, moving up the bed until he could prop himself up against the headboard, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, parted at the middle. Giving Doc access, he realised, cock throbbing as it started filling out.
“Hey, handsome - why don’t you rest your head on my lap while Ren works you open? Let me see all your pretty expressions as he gets you ready, hm?” Grian said, voice syrupy sweet and eyes half-lidded.
Doc was already moving, impatiently grabbing a pillow to place it beneath his hips before lowering himself onto his front, stretching out on the bed until his head and shoulders were placed between Grian’s spread legs.
Ren was leaning over the nightstand, probably getting the lube. “Do you want your prosthetic for this?” Ren asked him.
Doc braced himself on one elbow, tilting his face up until he could lean his cheek on Grian’s deceptively strong thighs, looking up at the smaller man’s warm expression as he started carding his fingers through Doc’s hair.
“No, that’s okay. Don’t think I’ll need it.”
Grian’s voice sounded a bit dreamy as he said, “No, I don’t think you will. All you have to do is lie there and be all pretty for us, hm?” The hand that was not in Doc’s hair moved to his chin, gently tilting Doc’s face upwards a bit more, thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. “Beautiful.”
Doc’s face was burning, and he heard Ren snickering at him as he made his way across the bed until he was kneeling behind him.
Two warm palms settled low on his hips, Ren’s thumbs hooking into the waistband of Doc’s boxers. “Can I?”
He raised his hips, giving Ren the space he needed to pull his underwear down and off. Then those warm hands were back on him, and Doc shuddered pleasantly as Ren started kneading his ass.
Grian’s hand patted his cheek, wordlessly asking for Doc’s attention. “Usually you prefer to be on top. I figured you just enjoy that more, but it seems like you like this as well. What’s the occasion?” There was no judgement in his voice, just genuine curiosity.
Doc drew in a sharp breath as Ren parted his cheeks. “I just enjoy making the two of you feel good,” he said, shivering as Ren started pressing soft kisses down the dip of his spine. “And I’m not the biggest fan of being fucked, but—” He cut off with a gasp as Ren rubbed a dry thumb over his hole, not pressing in, not seeking or demanding entrance - just rubbing.
“It’s just that I know how to do it right,” Ren finished for him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Every now and then he’ll let me have him like this, and he always goes so sweet on me.”
Doc groaned and hid his face against Grian’s thigh.
“Aww,” Grian giggled above him. “Are you getting embarrassed?”
“Yes,” Doc grumbled, feeling warm and surprisingly relaxed as steady hands trailed over his skin. Even with the teasing, it felt nice.
Ren’s fingers dug into the meat of his thighs, a pleased moan escaping him before his hands returned to Doc’s ass. “Can I eat you out? Pretty please?”
Doc considered it, but shook his head. His face was still warm, pressed against Grian’s thigh, and he mumbled his answer into the bare skin there. “Not today.”
“Okay,” Ren said. To Doc’s relief, he didn’t sound disappointed - just accepting. Then, “Fingers?”
“Yeah,” Doc replied.
Grian’s hands were nice and cool when they swept Doc’s hair away from his face. “You really do go all soft on us when he does this, huh?”
Doc could hear the sounds of Ren slicking up his fingers behind him. Ren’s thighs were warm where they rested in between Doc’s, and he really couldn’t help the way he went a bit boneless in anticipation. “Maybe,” he conceded, closing his eyes as heat swept through his body.
Grian cooed at him, fingers gently scratching at his scalp.
One of Ren’s hands settled back on Doc’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart gently before warm, slick fingers dipped between them, pressing unhurriedly against his rim.
Doc shuddered, shifting his weight a bit as he spread his legs. Ren’s fingers circled around his hole a few times, leaving behind a trail of lube and warmth, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure - not enough to dip in, just teasing at what was to come. Doc knew what Ren was waiting for. He always did this, always enjoyed seeing Doc become impatient and begging—
“Please, Ren,” he said, voice muffled against the skin of Grian’s thigh. He could feel the warmth radiating from Grian’s growing erection, but the smaller man didn’t seem inclined to bring attention to it yet, so Doc didn’t, either.
“Oh of course, baby,” Ren said, “You just had to ask.” The pads of his fingers started pressing in, starting out with two, and Doc groaned when he felt his muscles yield, Ren’s fingers sinking deep inside with a slow, smooth glide.
Grian’s voice was breathy with excitement. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” Doc rasped, voice turning into a moan when Ren hooked his fingers, rubbing his prostate gently. “It’s good.”
“Do you want me to finish you like this before, or after?” Ren said, thrusting his fingers slow and deep, making Doc shudder at the way heat was seeping into his bloodstream, making his cock pulse heavily between his legs.
“After,” Doc decided, clenching down on Ren’s fingers when the man started pulling them out. When he pressed back in with three, Doc’s hand found Grian’s thigh, and he squeezed the supple flesh, groaning against his skin.
Ren left his prostate be for a while, focusing more on preparing Doc for him and less on just fingering him, and Doc was grateful for the break; it allowed him to think again, to focus, and he used that for what it was worth as he propped himself up on his elbow, meeting Grian’s hooded eyes as he leaned in to nose at the prominent bulge in the smaller man’s shorts.
“Oh,” Grian gasped above him, one hand tightening in Doc’s hair. “Hold on, here, let me—”
Doc pulled away to allow Grian to shuffle out of his boxers, the elastic band hurriedly sliding down and out of the way - and then he leaned right back in, revelling in Grian’s moan when Doc could nuzzle in at the base of his dick.
“I’ll be needing your hands to guide me,” Doc said, face tilting so he could press his lips against the warm skin of Grian’s shaft, dragging lovingly against it as he spoke. “I’ll hold myself up, just - yeah.”
Grian’s breath hitched. “Of course, yes, whatever you need me to.”
Ren’s fingers were spreading inside of him, and Doc winced a bit at the stretch. It wasn’t painful, just weird. He’d never quite gotten the taste for it, but he knew it would feel good again when Ren’s attention refocused on his prostate, so it was merely a fleeting concern.
Doc pressed small kisses up the shaft of Grian’s dick as the smaller man’s hand wrapped around the length, pumping slowly to bring him to full hardness, and then settling around the base to give Doc better access to him. Doc repaid the kindness by working his way to the tip, parting his lips and letting his tongue dart out to lick at the beaded precome that had gathered at the head of Grian’s dick.
The hand in his hair twitched, and then Grian was moaning above him, the sound of it travelling down Doc’s spine and settling heavy in his lower stomach.
Then Ren pressed the pads of his fingers into his prostate, and Grian’s moan drowned beneath the sound of Doc’s own.
“Pretty boys,” Ren cooed behind him, sounding very pleased. “Look at you, pretty as a peach around my fingers. Am I making you feel good, Doc, baby?”
Doc moaned out a confirmation, Grian’s dick twitching against his lips. He took the smaller man into his mouth, sucking gently as his tongue played with the foreskin, tracing a prominent vein beneath the head.
A dribble of precome spilled against his palate, Grian’s hips twitching slightly towards him. Doc shifted his weight, getting a bit more steady in case Grian really decided to move. Ren’s fingers dragged another breathy groan out of him before pulling out, leaving Doc trembling, slick, and feeling just that tiny bit empty.
Ren must have wiped his hands on the mattress, because when his fingers dug into Doc’s hips, angling them a bit more upwards, they were dry and warm. “Ready?”
He could feel the head of Ren’s cock catching against his rim, the sensation teasing and enough to make Doc’s brain stop working for a bit, breathing growing laboured as he panted around Grian’s dick.
Doc let Grian’s cock slip out of his mouth, ignoring the breathy protest as Doc answered Ren’s question. “Yeah, come on, please—”
Then Ren was pressing in, blunt warmth filling him in a smooth push that made Doc’s cock kick against the pillow beneath his hips. With nothing in his mouth, Doc’s sounds were getting embarrassingly loud, so he was quick to close his lips around Grian once more, sucking him in deeper as the two men around him groaned in tandem.
There was something so good about this kind of vulnerability - something that Doc didn’t let himself indulge in often, as it left him feeling almost too raw, too helpless - but Grian and Ren were right there to catch him, to hold and accept him, heart and soul and body, with the unspoken promise of keeping him safe.
Grian’s dick was deep enough in his mouth that the smaller man’s hand that had been wrapped around the base left to join the one in Doc’s hair, and he shuddered beneath the sensation of fingers scratching at his scalp, caressing his jaw, tilting his head up just a tiny bit more.
Ren knew what he liked, and so the man didn’t stop moving when he bottomed out; he immediately set up a moderate pace, hips angling and hands digging into Doc’s sides until they found a position that left Doc moaning between them, drooling a bit around Grian’s dick in his mouth as pleasure swept through him.
“So sweet and pretty beneath me, baby. Making such pretty sounds,” Ren moaned, and Doc clenched down on him for that, causing Ren’s voice to hitch into a low shout. “Yeah, just like that.”
He wasn’t really doing a good job of sucking Grian off, Doc realised. He was mostly just keeping him in his mouth, moaning and drooling around him as Ren’s movements caused him to rock slightly back and forth.
Doc glanced up at Grian with pleading eyes, trying to beg him with his expression alone—
Grian’s fingers combed through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose. “What is it?”
Doc made a small sound, sucking around Grian’s cock and carefully bucking his head into the smaller man’s hand.
“Do you want me to move you?”
Ren’s width inside him felt so good, and every press against his prostate made his blood run hotter. He wanted Grian to fuck his mouth, Doc realised, and he pulled away just far enough to tell him as much.
“Fuck my mouth, please,” and then he ducked back down, sucking Grian back into his mouth from where he’d left the hardened flesh bob down between Grian’s thighs.
Ren groaned behind him, one hand moving to rub against the dip in Doc’s spine. “So polite,” he praised, and Doc felt his ears burn.
He didn’t mind, though. Not when Grian gave him what he wanted.
“Just tap me if you want a break,” Grian said, and then his hands were tightening on the sides of Doc’s head, fingers spreading out to hold him steady. Doc’s breath stuttered, and he let his jaw relax, tongue pressing up against Grian’s dick as he prepared himself to direct the angle as best as he could.
Grian’s hips rocked forwards, and it was surprisingly gentle. A slow steady slide inwards, dragging over Doc’s tongue and palate until his breathing catched for a moment, and Grian pulled back.
Doc knew how patient Grian could be in bed; how he’d sometimes tease them all with his own denial, wanting to be kept waiting until all three of them were satisfied and loose limbed. Somehow, this didn’t feel like one of those times. This wasn’t Grian trying to pace himself - this was just gentle. Unhurried.
Grian kept rocking steadily against his face, staying clear of Doc’s throat for the most part. Another thrust from Ren was angled particularly well, and had Doc moaning between them, the pillow beneath his hips growing sticky with precome and small, stuttering movements of his hips. Grian’s responding groan was loud and drawn out. “Love hearing you,” he said, voice breathy and raw.
Ren hummed his agreement, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the small of Doc’s back.
Grian’s movements were gradually speeding up, but he still remained gentle, and slowly, Doc felt himself relax between them. He didn’t have to worry about suddenly choking, or for the stretch to feel overwhelming. They had him.
Apparently, Ren noticed the change. “Yeah, baby, there we go,” he moaned out, hips snapping forward, making Doc groan softly. “All sweet and pliant for us. Does it feel nice?”
Doc slurred out an affirmation, drool running down his chin as Grian kept sliding over his tongue, small hands trembling slightly where they clutched at his head.
There was no more lingering discomfort from having Ren inside him - only heat. Doc could feel the way his momentum was picking up, and with the way Ren was panting, he thought the other man might be getting close to finishing.
Doc’s body was trembling from the way Ren’s thrusts were aimed, each one of them sliding against or hitting his prostate, and it was so good - so warm, and each spike of pleasure was enough to make the heat start curling up in a knot in his lower stomach, cock throbbing between his legs.
Another spurt of precome hit his tongue, and Grian whimpered—
Then Ren was cursing silently as he pulled out, one hand withdrawing from Doc’s skin while the other palmed at his ass in a soothing manner, reminding him that Ren would be back with him soon.
Doc focused on Grian, now that he had the presence of mind to. The slick sounds of Ren finishing off with his hand behind him only spurred Doc on, and then Grian was moaning deeply, hands firm on the sides of Doc’s head as his hips rocked faster, his thrusts sliding a bit deeper.
He closed his eyes as he let Grian take his pleasure from him, wrapping his lips tightly around the shaft and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, feeling the warm, salty skin against his tongue in a maddening drag.
“S-should I pull out before I come?”
Grian’s voice was breahty, and Doc recognised the tone, the edge to his voice. He was close.
Doc tried to shake his head. He wasn’t sure if that came across, so he draped his weight sideways over Grian’s thigh, holding him in place, and followed the smaller man’s movements down to keep him in his mouth.
Grian’s response was a groan, growing in pitch until it became a wail, his body curling around Doc’s head as his hips jerked and he spilled over Doc’s tongue.
Doc moaned, then, as he let his tongue relax, gently sucking until Grian ran dry and his voice gained a pained quality, breath hitching, even as he kept a firm hold of Doc’s head. Only then did he let Grian’s dick slip out from between his lips, his breathing laboured and panting in the suddenly still air.
His eyes remained closed as he breathed, giving the three of them time to settle.
Then Ren’s hands were back on him, rolling him onto his side before removing the by-now sticky pillow from beneath his hips. Doc hummed as Ren rearranged him, replacing the pillow beneath his hips as Doc ended up on his back, relaxed and pliant, cock throbbing between his legs.
“You ready to come now, baby?”
Doc nodded, the world dark and safe behind his closed eyelids.
He heard the sound of the slick being applied again, and widened his legs as he waited. Ren spoke up again, “Grian, won’t you be a dear and help our man out?”
Doc’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t bother opening his eyes to see what the two of them were doing. Then Grian’s hands were on his cock, and slick fingers were pressing inside him, and Doc let himself go.
Ren’s fingers worked his prostate in small, hard circles, and it took his breath away, hips stuttering upwards and only driving him into Grian’s grip around him. He bucked between them as they worked him up and up and up - when his pleasure crested, it swept over him like a wave, heavy and warm as it pulled him under.
He still felt the final waves of it when Ren pulled his fingers out, and Doc opened his eyes in time to see Grian lazily licking his fingers of Doc’s come. He closed them again with a small, hurt noise as the sight of it made his cock twitch painfully against his thigh.
Grian giggled sweetly. “Sorry, sorry.”
Doc mumbled, “No, you’re not.”
“You’re right, I’m not. That was amazing.”
“My come?” Doc couldn’t help but tease. His embarrassment was more noticeable, now that the heat of the moment had passed.
Ren laughed, and Doc opened his eyes to see the wide smile on his face, the way Ren’s eyes had gone gentle with satisfaction. “The sex, silly.”
“Well,” Grian said, dragging the word out as he pretended to consider it. It only made Ren laugh harder. “Yes, okay, fine. Mainly the come, but the sex, too.”
Doc joined in on the laughter, then. He let Ren drag him out of bed to join him in the shower, and Grian had a cup of coffee waiting for him when he was dressed and clean, and feeling less like a puddle of a man, and more like a person again.
When he emerged from the bedroom, fastening his prosthetic, Grian was still naked but for the blanket wrapped around him. Then Ren wrapped around him, too, and the blanket became more of an accessory.
Doc got a few kisses with his morning coffee. When he left the cabin to start the day’s work, he could feel the first traces of spring in the air.