Reunion: Anton and two Chrises
takes place in late January, after these two logs; comments screened
Anton's already got the beer out--a six-pack, ice-cold and sitting on the coffee table right next to the opener--and is now pacing a little, back and forth in front of the sofa. He's biting his thumbnail compulsively, and for once, Chris feels like he can make himself useful. He stops Anton, gripping his shoulders and squeezing. "It's okay," he says, though he feels far from reassured himself. He has no idea what's about to happen. This could open up the world, or it could shut everything down, and he's scared. But seeing Anton scared really is worse than anything he could feel himself.
Pine has his own set of nerves to confront as he heads on over. There's just no telling how this is going to go, although he knows that the conversation needs to be had sooner rather than later.
He's distracted enough that he misses the turn off to Bruce's place the first time, but manages to get there without plowing through any mailboxes or such.
Making his way to the front door, Pine hesitates for a moment and then mans up and hits the buzzer.
Anton's stomach turns, but he goes to get the door anyway. More than anything, he knows there has to be a balance struck between friendship and...whatever else might be going on. He smiles tightly as he answers the door. "Hey," he greets quietly.
"Hey, yourself." Pine says. Momentarily at a loss, he lifts the six pack he brought with him. "I brought some beer." He smiles and feels rather lame, but has the feeling Anton won't call him on it.
"I have some, too." Anton points to the coffee table, where the beer is already beginning to sweat a little. "If nothing else, we can get drunk." He grins weakly, then sighs and puts his arms around Pine, hugging him hard. "It'll be okay," he whispers, hoping like hell he's right.
It's odd, watching Anton hug Pine in this context. Chris blinks, then glances away as though he's caught them doing something dirty. But this is for him, too, and he just...doesn't know what to do with that yet.
Pine hugs him back with his free arm. "Yeah, there's always getting drunk." He hopes that Anton is right, too. Pine looks over Anton's shoulder at Chris, wondering what the man is thinking.
Once they separate, Pine walks over and puts the six pack on the coffee table with the rest. "So," he says, trying to get things started, "we're in kind of unexpected territory, here. He's told you what happened?" Pine feels like he's having trouble finding the right gear for the conversation, too personal or not personal enough.
"I didn't expect ... " He spreads his hands. "If you want to yell at me or something, I'd get that." It feels like he's betrayed them somehow, but looking over at Anton, Pine can't deny how right it had felt.
It's a hard thing, realizing that everyone's looking to him for answers, and Chris tips his head down, digging his hands into his jeans pockets so he won't reach out and touch. "I don't want to yell at you," he answers quietly. "It's just...unexpected." When he raises his eyes again, they're full of confusion. "I just want to know where I fit in."
Anton makes himself sit, and he busies his hands with opening beer. He was afraid of that, that Chris would feel like he was being cut out somehow, like this...thing is excluding him. The problem is that while he'd more than eagerly bring him in, he can't speak for Pine. "I think," he says cautiously, "that...we're trying not to make anyone feel left out," he says, and he looks to Pine for confirmation and beckons for them to sit down with him.
Pine moves over and sits as well. "Well, for what it's worth, I've felt like yelling at myself." He sighs, not wanting to cop out, but not having a good answer, either. "The way things went before ... it was all about me, about my fears." It's ground they've all covered before. "The one thing I didn't want to do was hurt either of you." That had been the real fear, that he wouldn't be able to handle the relationship, and that it would end up damaging all of them. "It wasn't because I didn't care ... about you." He looks at Chris for a moment, and then looks away again. "Where do you want to fit in?" It's a response to Chris' question, but Pine is looking at Anton as well.
It's easy enough for Chris to answer that, though whether or not it's within the realm of reality is something else. "I want both of you," he says simply, "want both of you in my life, part of me."
"I think we could get there," Anton offers, though his stomach is turning cartwheels. "It'll take time, but...Chris..." He turns to Pine, watching him seriously. "We started something the other night. I know we meant for it to just be playing around, but that's not how it ended up, and we both know it. I think it would be really hard--and probably a bad idea--to ignore it now."
Chris makes himself sit, though it's in a chair across from them so he can look at them both. It's hard for him to get his next words out, and he's rubbing his palms along his thighs nervously as he says, "I don't want you to ignore it. I want you to...see where it goes." He looks at Anton pleadingly. Anton's so much better at the words thing.
"I think we all want the same thing." Anton's being very cautious now, performing the verbal equivalent of tiptoeing through landmines. "I think no one wants to get hurt. We want to keep our friendship safe, and our working relationship. Right?"
"Yeah." Pine says. "There's risk, of course, there always is. I just wish ... maybe if I'd been braver, had given it some time before ... " He shrugs, hating that he put them all through the sort-of-breakup that had gone before. "But at the time, I thought it was the right thing to do."
God, Anton just wants to climb into Pine's lap. "No one's blaming you," he says seriously. "I mean...we've all got our stuff we're carrying around. And we're talking now, right? That's good."
"Yeah," Pine says, "talking is good." A silence follows, though less awkward at least for him. "Room for three over here, man, if you want to join us." It isn't a come-on, exactly, but Pine is feeling like having them both close is a good thing.
Chris goes, utterly relieved, and he's just itching to get his arms around Pine, to touch....he keeps himself from it, though, rubbing his hands together restlessly. "What do you want to do?" he asks, suddenly at a loss.
"Right this second? This." Pine says, drawing Chris into a hug. "Missed this."
Chris sinks into it, sighing heavily. He needed this more than anything else, just feeling close again, like he hasn't driven away his best friend. He hugs Pine tight.
Pine hangs on for a bit, just enjoying being able to feel the warmth and strength of the man again. When he eases away, it's not because anything is wrong, just because something is missing - specifically, someone.
"Hey, you." Pine draws Anton into a hug as well, shifting them back to lean against Chris. "So, guys' night in?" He hopes so, because he really doesn't want to have to leave this anytime soon.
Anton dares to give Pine a gentle kiss, smiling. "I think if any one of us tried to leave, the other two would probably tackle him."
"Mmm, he's pretty good at this." Pine says, grinning back at Chris after the kiss. "We've got plenty of beer - how about we order some pizza and figure out what sort of trouble we can get into?"
"Sounds great." Chris lets himself look at Pine now, more relieved than he can express that they've reached some kind of resolution before shooting begins. He was determined not to let their personal issues get in the way when Bruce started doing the script-rehearsal-cum-guitar-jams thing. It sure as hell wouldn't do for him to make himself scarce every time. But now...well, to say he's glad he's not going to put a monkeywrench in their communal playtime is a massive understatement, and he can't resist leaning in, cupping a hand aside Pine's jaw and kissing him hungrily.
Hell, yes. Pine hasn't forgotten what this was like, but it's nice to be reminded all the same. His hand slides along Chris' neck as they kiss, the sensation intimate and familiar. "Looks like you've got some ideas already." Pine is already imagining waking up with both of them. He knows he's in trouble, but what a nice sort of trouble.
"Some," Chris breathes, pulling back. He shoots Anton a look, and Anton grins.
"I'm gonna...go order the pizza," he says, and he slips away with his cell phone to make the call.
Chris takes that opportunity to scoot closer and get his arms around Pine. "Missed you," he murmurs, mouth finding Pine's again eagerly.
Pine just makes out with him for a minute. "Aren't you all firm?" He says, when they come up for air again. "Trying to shame me into more gym time?" Pine grins, running an appreciative hand over Chris' chest.
"Never," Chris answers, skimming his hand over a shoulder. "You've already got all the body I want." He can tell Anton's stalling a little to give them time, so he pushes in for another kiss.
"Good to know." Pine says, all but climbing onto the man. "Mmm. We keep this up, the pizza guy is going to be shocked when he gets here."
"Don't really care," Chris mumbles, but he kind of knows they have to stop. They're both too high-profile for random pizza boys to start rumors about. He backs off a little, then lunges forward again, indecisive.
Anton clears his throat. "Pizza in twenty minutes," he says, though he'd be just as happy to watch them make out till the guy delivers.
"Oh, that's not nearly enough time." Pine says, nuzzling against Chris' neck. "Once I get you two properly naked, I'm going to be in for the long haul." He tugs playfully at Chris' belt, though he doesn't try to undo it just yet. "You know, I think Anton looks a little chilly. We should warm him back up."
He looks over, giving Anton those 'gonna lick you all over' eyes and beckons with a finger.
"Don't worry," Anton says dryly, though he's already moving to situate himself right between them. "It's hot enough in here." He grabs Pine by the nape and drags him in for a kiss, thrilled that things are going so fucking swimmingly.
Pine is all about getting into that kiss, and feeling Anton up is just a requirement. "You know, you're going to have to show me this Funyun thing sometime." He grins over Anton's shoulder at Chris. "Must take some work to get them on."
Chris laughs, passing a hand over Anton's back as he watches them kiss. "The trick is finding them big enough." He winks.
"Yeah, I remember. I was surprised." Pine grins, his hand slipping between Anton's thighs. "Twice."
Anton's breath hitches, eyes darkening. "We need to move this to the bed," he half-groans.
"Oh, we'd better not." Pine says, holding Chris' gaze as he slowly feels Anton up. "If I get on a bed with you two, there's no telling when I'm coming back out. Of course, I could just suck you both off now, before the pizza comes." He smirks, entirely game for that sort of fun.
Anton shoots Chris a look, pushing into Pine's hand. "I'm not stupid," he says simply.
Chris grins. "Neither am I." He starts undoing his jeans.
"I really like it that you guys aren't stupid." Pine says, his hands working almost casually to open Anton's jeans before slipping inside and freeing his cock and balls from beneath the man’s underwear. "Hmm, kid, meet candy store." He eases Anton back against the couch, shifting over to help liberate Chris' privates from his jeans as well. "Gonna take the time later to do this right, guys." Pine has them each in a hand, stroking slowly. "Hard to know where to start, you both are so tasty."
Licking Anton's balls is definitely a good idea, and as he moves over to lick Chris' in turn, Pine decides that having them next to one another like this is just the best idea.
"Fuck," Anton laughs shakily, and he kisses Chris hard. His hand finds Pine's hair and strokes, cock twitching. "You know what this means, don't you?" he gets out.
"Since he's doing both of us," Chris says, voice rough, "we both do him."
Anton's agreement is swallowed up in a groan, so he nods eagerly.
Pine's own cock stirs at that idea. "Guys, once the pizza is out of the way, my ass is officially yours. First things, first, though." He licks Chris' cock over, then takes it slowly into his mouth, still working Anton's cock with his hand. After a few strokes, Pine eases back off for the moment. "Did you find a machine for this thing in the gym? Geez." He grins, turning to speak into Anton's microphone as well.
Anton gasps, head dropping back to the sofa. "Fuck--I just--" He grits out a hungry noise and then remembers his train of thought: "Are we talking about your ass being ours, or your dick?"
Pine moves slowly back and forth along Anton's cock . Oh yes, he knows the taste of it in his mouth, the feel as it pushes into his throat, and those lovely sounds that Anton makes. The popping sound Pine makes pulling off Anton's cock is more filthy than lovely, but it still makes his balls tighten.
"To answer your question: yes."
He's mean, leaving Anton's cock so hard and ready, but Chris' cock looks lonely, and Pine isn't going to have that. He licks the wetness from the tip briefly and then Chris' cock is sliding over his tongue and inside. Hell yes, inside.
"Fuck," Chris gasps, and then Anton's grabbing him to kiss him hard. He wants so much, and he's getting it: Pine's mouth on him and Anton's mouth on him and fuck, it's so good, a little scary but...well, fuck.
Pine couldn't agree more. It feels just wrong not to take his time and give Chris' cock the long slow worship that it deserves, but there's something wonderfully filthy about sucking them both off fast and dirty like this. So fast and dirty Pine goes. No teasing or easing off here, just moving rapidly back and forth on the man's cock, eager to taste what Chris has to offer.
Soon, Chris is gripping the edge of the couch and sinking a hand into Pine's hair, trying to be gentle. At the very end, he fails, making a fist as he tenses all over and comes into Pine's mouth, yelping softly.
Pine swallows eagerly, loving that he can get Chris this worked up. His hand slides up Chris' muscular body as he gives the man's cock a good cleaning. Sliding off at last, Pine rises and draws Chris into another long, slow kiss.
Chris groans into it, cupping Pine's head. "Fucking awesome," he mumbles between kisses. He missed Pine, missed him a lot, and suddenly it seems too much to say. Maybe he already knows the depth of it, though. Some things don't need saying.
"Damn right." Pine says, rubbing against Chris' body as they kissed. Eventually coming up for air, he grins over at Anton. "Speaking of awesome things, man, why don't you hold this for me?" He draws Anton over to sit on Chris' lap. "Mmm, unfinished business." Pine sinks back down, and gets busy working on that business between Anton's thighs.
"Fuck," Anton groans, squirming. Chris holds him tight, biting at his throat, and Anton has to sink a hand down into Pine's hair, petting and stroking distractedly. This is the perfect threesome, he decides; everyone's happy, everyone's together again, and pizza's on its way. The thought makes him giggle sharply and then silence himself with a hand over his mouth and a choked moan at what Pine's mouth is doing.
Pine loves that sound, and loves that he is part of the reason Anton is making it. There's part of him that is amused at the idea of the pizza boy catching them, but of course they can't let that happen. That in mind, Pine works up and down Anton's cock rapidly, his hands rubbing over those thighs. He wants to hear that sweet helpless sound Anton makes when the orgasm is drawn out of him.
And hear it, he does. When Anton comes, it drags out of his throat long and low, hitching his chest and making him tremble. Even after it's over, he's still squirming and shifting, trying to get juuuust a little more. Finally he relaxes on the sofa, exhaling heavily. "Fuck, yes," he moans.
Pine just has to rise back up and kiss Anton when he looks like that - it's a rule. He takes his time and is just thinking about shifting over to giving Chris some more attention as well when the doorbell rings. "Hmm, how about I get that?" He moves over, drawing Chris into a brief kiss before getting to his feet. "Don't worry, I won't ask him in." Chuckling, Pine heads for the door, glad that the couch doesn't face it.
Anton lolls back against the sofa, lazily tucking his cock away again. "We are lucky, lucky men," he murmurs.
"You know it," Chris agrees, craning a little to watch Pine walk toward the door.
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