Karl, Harry sinclair and dougray Scott: begging by proxy
"No. No, not for any fucking amount of money," Karl says, cursing more softly under his breath as he spills his juice on the counter. "I told you. I don't want to keep running around in a bloody loincloth, grunting a couple of lines and being passed over for anything that's halfway decent. Besides which, Dougray's still looking for something he can do from anywhere and Harry's in the middle of a project." He mops up the mess with a cloth, making a face as he realizes half of it's run down the cupboards. He glances at Dougray, giving him a helpless shrug. "Well, if you got me something like that, I'd have to fucking consider it, wouldn't I?" He rolls his eyes at both his lovers.
"I kind of like the loincloths," Dougray mutters to Harry, then gets up to grab a cloth and help Karl with the cabinets.
"Hey, I heard that," Karl says, slapping Dougray on his bare arse and grinning at Harry. "Nothing," he says into the phone. "Just horsing around. I'm listening." He sighs and rolls his eyes again.
Harry laughs, reaching for Dougray and pulling him from harm's way. "He does. Maybe we should make him wear one 'round the house."
"Just don't cast me as Jane," Dougray chuckles, peering over his shoulder to see whether his flesh reddened at all. He slops up the last of the juice and tosses the wet cloth into the laundry nook. "Don't think I'm cut out to be a maiden in distress."
"Don't think I'll be dressing you up." Harry presses a kiss to Dougray's shoulder. "And the whole Jane thing was a ruse, anyway. We all know Tarzan was gay. Anyone who looks that good in a loincloth has to be."
Karl snickers then rolls his eyes again. "No. I'm not laughing at you. My lovers are being their usual selves and you're interrupting our Sunday morning. Uh huh. Well, call me when you have something decent. I have to go." He hangs up without waiting for an answer. "You guys are fucking insane."
"Oh god, are we supposed to behave while he's on the phone?" Dougray is the very picture of shocked innocence. "Let me check my contract."
Harry's laughing harder at that notion. "Oh, don't bother," he says, camp-silly. "I didn't get the memo either. Agent?" He looks at Karl.
"Yeah. Who else? Asshole," Karl murmurs, the invective directed at his agent. "We keep having the same fucking conversation." He swats Dougray on the ass as he passes, throwing himself back down on the couch and a cushion over his head. "I think I should run away. Live in the jungle. Then we can all wear loincloths with good reason since I seem destined to be stuck in the damn things."
"I'm not seeing the problem with that." Harry smiles. "Don't need TV and modern appliances," he says, pausing, "except the coffee maker. That's coming with us."
"You can learn how to use one of those Bodum things," Karl says from under the pillow.
"What?" Harry nudges Dougray toward the sofa while he retreats to the kitchen for more coffee. "You might try a new agent," he says loudly. "Or do some stage work, minimum wage, put your face out there."
Bottom things? Dougray shakes his head and sets down a fresh glass of orange juice on the coffee table. "Take up underwear modeling...."
"Fuck you both," Karl says, turning over and hiding his face against the couch back. He's mostly playing but Christ if the whole acting thing doesn't start to get to him after a while. One fucking decent role and in anything other than an Indie and he's convinced he'd be set.
Pursing his lips, Dougray considers Karl, intrigued and amused by his unusual mood. Then he glances at Harry. "Does he want coddling?"
"Nah, coddling'll just rile him," Harry mutters, coming back into the living room, hands wrapped around a hot mug. "I wouldn't recommend tickling either. Ignoring him's good when he's in the 'why the hell do I do this?' mood." He pauses, takes a sip. "Though, I like the fuck you both idea."
Karl ignores them. He leans back, hand reaching out for his juice and sneaking it back in under the pillow. He's actually getting pretty comfortable under here.
Oh my god, he's sulking. Dougray stares at Karl in a moment of stunned realization. And then he breaks out into laughter. Turning to Harry with a grin, he asks, "You take one end and I'll take the other?"
"We're not going away, Karl. Gonna plop down on the chair and stare at you under the pillow," Harry says, doing just that, "and then we'll make obscene noises that have you peeking out."
"Oh yeah. We haven't made obscene noises in at least an hour," Dougray agrees, sitting down on the floor and settling back against the couch, resting his head on Karl's legs.
Karl rolls his eyes and slips the empty juice glass back onto the coffee table, all without moving the pillow. "You guys suck," he informs them, voice muffled. "You're supposed to make me feel better." Thankfully it's easier to keep a straight face when he's not looking at them.
"We aren't? Oh, I'm sorry." Harry holds in the laugh, just barely. "Dougray, please, make the poor thing feel better. Suck him," he says, taking another gulp of coffee, "or something, if you can find it."
"Or something." Dougray grins and teases a finger through a threadbare spot in Karl's jeans, high on the thigh. "Keep pulling all the threads out, and I won't have to bother with this," he says, unzipping denim and slipping his hand inside to close around Karl's cock.
For once, surprisingly, Karl hadn't even been thinking of sex but Dougray's hand around his cock sure as hell makes him feel better. Instantly. A soft gasp spills from his lips and he pushes into the circle of those fingers, intensifying the sensation. Fuck acting. He'll think about it later.
"Nothing too fast, boy, or sudden," Harry admonishes, voice playful. "Remember, Karl needs to relax, let go his tension."
"How careless of me." Dougray's grin turns wicked and he slips his hand down farther, fingertips tracing teasing featherlight touches over Karl's balls.
Karl lifts a corner of the pillow to look at Harry, an eyebrow raised at his lover. "Too gentle only increases the tension."
"Really? You mean, if Dougray just holds your cock and strokes gently with his thumb, it would stress you out more?" Harry keeps a straight face, delivery almost clinical. "I'd think that would be soothing, just that soft, loving touch. Speeding up just gets you all worked up and then you start squirming and moaning and, before you know it, there's so much tension you're exploding."
"I like the exploding part," Karl responds, grin full of mischief.
"That sounds far too stressful. And messy," Dougray murmurs. He ducks his head to lick at the crown of Karl's cock, then glances up at him. "Coming out, Desdemona?"
Desdemona? Harry spews coffee over his jeans with the laughter. "And we just had the floors waxed. Definitely don't want the mess."
"No." Karl drops the pillow back over his head, distinctly feeling like he's being ganged up on.
Awww. Dougray has to grin, and yeah, he's smart enough to be grateful that Karl can't see him do it. He shakes his head and then dips down to suck Karl's cock into his mouth, tongue rubbing along the underside.
Harry sets his mug down on the table and slides off the chair, crawling over beside Dougray. "Karl, sweetheart," he purrs, bending to lick Karl's arm, kiss the crook of elbow, "don't pout."
"Not pouting," Karl protests then groans again, one hand tangling itself in Dougray's hair. "Fuck," he murmurs under his breath, his lovers' mouths melting him completely.
"Shove up," Dougray murmurs, backing off just enough to tug Karl's jeans down. "I want to taste you."
Yes, you are. Harry thinks it, but he isn't going to argue, Dougray's 'command' distracting him. "Yes, Karl, shove up," he says, chuckling, "don't make the boy work harder for his reward."
"Sorry," Dougray mutters, a bit chagrined when Harry's comment has him realizing his tone. "Shove up please, Sir."
Karl chuckles too. "Shove up was fine, boy," he says, the cushion finally dropped to one side as he shifts so Dougray can rid him of his jeans. "We like you when you're mouthy." He grins, the sparkle in his eye letting Dougray know he's teasing.
"In that case..." Dougray bites his lip on a grin and pulls denim out of the way. Then he pushes one of Karl's legs up, spreading his thighs, and ducks down to lick over the entrance to his body.
Harry watches the exchange with fascination. "Be careful what you ask for, Karl. Looks like the boy's dominant tendencies are creeping out."
"Fuck," Karl almost shouts, Dougray's sudden move taking him by surprise, his cock jerking, leaking against his belly. "Is that what's happening?"
Dougray just laughs and keeps licking, loosening the muscle with his tongue. If Karl wants him to stop, he figures he'll find out soon enough. Meanwhile, he's got much better ways to keep his mouth busy.
"Well, that," Harry says, cocking his head, kissing Karl's arm again, "and he's got his tongue up your arse. But I'm sure you noticed that already. I love it when the boy gets quiet, focuses on a specific act."
"Right now I'd like it if he'd focus on fucking me," Karl murmurs, licking his lips, his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "Tongue's nice but cock would be even better."
Caught by surprise, Dougray pauses, his eyes widening. He's enjoying the hell out of rimming Karl, but those unexpected words... Oh god. His cock throbs with arousal, and he glances to Harry in mute question.
Harry's a touch surprised, but not shocked, by the request. "Go on, boy, give him what he wants," he says, touching fingers to Dougray's cheek. "It's okay."
Dougray nods, and flickers his tongue over Karl's hole once more. "Do you need more than this? Lube?" He's guessing not, but figures it's better to be sure.
Karl gives Dougray a look.
And Dougray laughs. Should have known. "My mistake, Sir," he mutters, rising to kneel on the couch between Karl's legs, one foot braced on the floor. He takes his erection in hand, a shudder rocking through him at the realization that this will be another first-he's never fucked a man without wearing a condom before. Flashing a quick grin, he grabs Karl's thighs and pushes the head of his cock into his body.
"Where's the camera? I need to document this." Harry stretches out his legs, hand rubbing over his thigh. "Sullen star fucked by gorgeous geneticist."
Karl groans loudly as Dougray's cock breaches his body, head falling back as he arches into the thrust, wanting their boy deeper. "Don't hold back," he orders. "I'm not gonna break."
Dougray snorts softly; yeah, he's sure by now that breaking Karl would take far more than he himself could ever manage. Hitching Karl's thighs up onto his own, he pushes deeper, gritting his teeth at the tightness before rocking back and slamming back in.
"I don't get to see this very often, not from this angle." Harry leans over, kisses Karl's mouth, bruising and biting. "You're damned sexy when you're getting fucked," he murmurs, sliding his hand down over Karl's stomach, wrapping fingers around the familiar thick cock.
Karl groans, wrapping his hand in Harry's hair and giving the kiss back with lips and tongue and teeth. "So are you. Think we should see if the boy can go two rounds?" he teases, his other hand reaching for Dougray, pulling him deeper.
Harry glances down between their bodies. "He's barely going to make it one if you keep that up, Karl. I've been in your ass," he teases. "Damned hard to hold back."
"Last time I didn't hold back I wound up in a fuchsia cock cage," Dougray mutters. He grits his teeth against the tightness, slow drag on his cock as he pulls back, then ups the pace, driving in with sharp shallow thrusts.
"Is that incentive or deterrent?" Harry jokes.
Karl laughs, the sound cut off as he gasps, Harry's hand and Dougray's cock suddenly combining to shove him over the edge, thick ropes of come spattering his stomach and chest. "Fucking hell," he groans, body clenching hard.
"Jesus Christ," Dougray echoes, stilling the mad motion of his hips as Karl's body closes tight around him. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he mutters, grasping for control until it bursts in a "Please!"
"Go ahead, boy. Make me feel it," Karl demands, body still tight with the aftershocks.
Dougray growls, shoving hard past the resistance one last time and holding there while he shudders, his fingers digging into Karl's hips.
"I'm impressed. Such noises, Karl. The boy's definitely doing a good job." Harry rubs his hand over Karl's stomach, tickling ever so lightly. "Not sure how he's going to manage that second round, though."
Karl chuckles. "By the time you finish fucking me, he should be ready." Or else the mischief in his eyes clearly conveys.
"The boy might be dead," Dougray mumbles, the words smeared against Karl's bare chest. Wriggling, he manages to pull out, and he reaches blindly for the box of tissues by the couch to clean them up. Although... the rest of what Karl said filters through, and he peers at Harry in interest.
Harry raises an eyebrow, not something he does often, and slowly shakes his head. "You assume I'm going to fuck you," he says, slowly moving back on the floor, kneeling with legs spread and hands on his thighs. "I'm not hearing anyone asking, using those magic words."
"Didn't know I had to," Karl says, wanting to see if Harry's going to push him on it. The bulge in his jeans says no, but Harry can be a stubborn bastard.
"If you're not going to ask," Harry says, calculating how much he can push, "least get down here on your knees." He can't help the grin as he slides his hand down over that bulge, working his fingers on the zipper tab.
Dougray chuckles and slides off Karl, curling up at the other end of the couch to watch. He loves having a front row seat for moments like this.
Karl rolls his eyes but he moves from the couch to the floor, chuckling as he leans back over the couch and wriggles his arse at Harry. "You'd think he'd be a little more eager to fuck me, wouldn't you?" he says to Dougray.
Harry slaps Karl's ass, hard and flat-palmed. "I've been fucking you for years, Karl," he teases, zipper down and denim spread, cock eager enough against his other hand. "Don't need to be eager."
"Oh yeah, he doesn't look excited about this at all," Dougray laughs. Sated as he is, his pulse is already jumping again at the prospect before him, and he wonders whether he'll have to keep his hands off himself while he watches. Probably, he figures.
"Hey!" Karl protests when slapped but his grin widens and he wriggles some more. "I don't remember saying anything about spanking." The burn feels good though. Goes straight to his cock.
"Oh, I forgot." Harry laughs, looks at Dougray. "Relationships are such tricky creatures." He pops Karl again, this time rubbing his hand down and between the crack, teasing his thumb in a circle over the tight muscle. "I need to be eager to fuck him, but have to ask to spank." He leans in over Karl's back, quickly replacing fingers with his cock. "Suppose getting you to beg for this would be too much."
"Probably," Karl murmurs, groaning at the nudge of cock against his hole.
Dougray laughs under his breath. "Need tips?"
Harry laughs harder. "The boy does it well, Karl," he says, guiding his cock in, pausing to take a breath before grabbing the edge of the sofa and shoving forward, sinking as deep as he can in one push. "Maybe he could beg for you."
Karl groans, shoving back into Harry's thrust. "Sounds good to me," he chuckles, looking at Dougray. "Wanna beg him to fuck me harder?"
Dougray is tempted - dangerously so - to decline. After all, that would probably feel kind of stupid, begging for someone else. Even more stupid than it ever felt for himself. But then his eyes widen as Harry slams even deeper, liquid beading at the tip of Karl's cock in response, and...ohhhh yeah. "Oh god yeah," he breathes. "Please fuck him harder, Sir."
There's no denying the power of Dougray's begging. It makes Harry unbelievably hard, aching inside Karl's ass. "Hell, you two are going to kill me," he mutters, pulling out and pushing back in hard, making each thrust more brutal than the last one.
"Fuck," Karl groans, hands stuttering against the fabric of the couch as he fights for purchase. He ends up with his hands pressed against the frame, holding himself steady, his hole open, welcoming every coring thrust, the friction only dulled by the fact he's already got Dougray's come inside him. Christ. His cock jerks hard, throbbing at the thought. "Keep begging, boy," he growls at Dougray.
That growl skitters right down Dougray's spine, starting up a new slow burn of arousal. He takes a deep breath and then stands, stepping behind Harry. It's a hell of a view from here too, and he grins before licking at the side of Harry's throat. "Please, Sir," he whispers huskily. "Fuck the hell out of him."
Harry shivers, Dougray's tongue working an exhilarating magic on him. "Always wondered," he says, more breathless by the second, "just how hard you have to fuck someone," and he's doing a damned good job of pounding Karl's ass as hard as he can without bruising both of them, and he's not even sure they're not going to end up with bruises, "to get the hell out of him."
"Close," Karl gasps, body tensing, the word both an answer and a warning.
"Then the boy better be begging faster," Harry mutters, stretching out over Karl's back and making every thrust a deep, hard plunge into Karl's ass. "Not coming yet."
Dougray groans softly, watching the slick slide of Harry's cock out, then back in. "Fuck, please. Please, Sir!"
"You hard again, boy?" Harry asks, corners of his mouth turned in a wicked grin. "Think I wanna be fucked before I come."
If Dougray had been building up to it before, he's there now. He stares at Harry, and his cock throbs. "Yes, Sir."
"Such a good boy," Harry says. "You mind, Karl? Sure you don't."
Karl growls his approval into the couch, teeth gritted and body tensed against coming before Harry does.
"That's a yes in Karlspeak. C'mon, boy," Harry nods at Dougray, "get your cock in me. We don't want to torment him forever."
"Christ." It's a good thing Dougray's the sub in this relationship. Otherwise he might go so far as arguing, just to stall and give his brain time to adjust. As it is he mechanically grabs a bottle of lube and quickly preps Harry, his mind rebelling at how fucking weird this feels. But his erection is all for it, and he whimpers as he steps closer to his Sir and presses in that first forbidden fraction.
There's a bit more pressure as Dougray pushes into Harry but it's not nearly enough for Karl's liking. "C'mon, for Christ's sake. Fuck him," he grits out, holding on by the finest of threads.
Harry knows the 'order' isn't directed at him, but he responds anyway, pushing back onto Dougray's cock. "You heard him, boy. Harder. We have to make the bastard feel something."
Dougray swallows hard, hoping it's not blazingly obvious how overwhelmed he is. Then he takes a tight grip on Harry's hips and drives in hard, his gut clutching at the sensation.
It's fucking brilliant, Dougray's push driving Harry harder into him, and Karl groans, shifting so his cock's rubbing against the couch, his hands braced against the back of the seat, under the cushions, holding himself still and open for every thrust.
Getting into the right rhythm is rough, pushing back and forward between two lovers, but Harry's comforted by knowing he doesn't have to hold out long. "Better start begging to come, boy," he mutters, "for all of us."
"Nnnghh," Dougray groans. It's really the best he can do just yet. His blunt fingernails bite into Harry's hips, and he shoves in deeper, nearly bottoming out. "Please!"
Karl chuckles, gasping at a particularly hard thrust. It's actually starting to hurt but the pain only adds to his arousal. "Fuck. You can do better than that, boy."
Honestly, Dougray's not certain he can, not when his mind's almost totally blown already. But he's not about to admit that. He ignores the warning tug in his balls and folds himself over Harry, licking drops of sweat from the nape of his neck before he growls, "Please. Please let us come, Sir."
Harry waits a beat, a long and painful beat, one where his cock is throbbing and his mind reeling. "Oh, hell, why not," he mutters, another couple rough thrusts, his balls tightening at that last second, his orgasm taking over and spilling itself inside Karl. "Go on, you two."
Karl shudders as Harry comes inside him. Follows his lover over less than a second later, white spurts coating the edge of the couch. "Fuck, yeah..."
God am I glad I already have permission, Dougray thinks, and it'll be his last coherent thought for a while. His second climax blows through him and all he can do is wrap his arms tight around Harry and hang on, his body shaking and his mind reeling.
It's wonderful, delightful, for all of 2.3 minutes, then the stickiness of being in the middle overtakes Harry's senses. He reaches back, rubs his hand over Dougray's hip. "Love you, but if you could move and we'll all collapse," he says, "oh, hell, we haven't remodeled the bath, not big enough for three. Okay, bed, then, damp cloths."
Dougray snorts a laugh, and manages a controlled collapse to the floor by the couch. Harry thinks he's going to walk upstairs sometime in the next hour. That's just hilarious. "Bed," he mumbles, his eyes slipping shut already. "Great."
"If we make it that far," Harry mutters, collapsing on the opposite side of Karl. "Could just pass out right here."
"Works for me," Karl murmurs, shifting so he's in contact with both his lovers.
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