January 23rd, 2006
|10:44 am - Patrick Stewart/Ian McKellen/Trent Reznor - A Hard Day's Knight ,17 Jan|
[Crossposted to the journals of ian_mckellen and patrick_stewart]
[Backdated to Jan 17]
Ian loved the gig; he can't wait to introduce Patrick and Trent … he is sure they will get on famously. He sees a familiar figure approaching them, a shy smile on his face.
"Trent ...." He pulls him into a long hug. "That was sensational; you guys were on fire up there tonight.” Turning, he pulls Patrick towards them. "Let me introduce you, Trent this is Patrick Stewart, a very old and very dear friend who I've known for nearly as long as you've been around. Patrick, this is Trent, a not so old but nevertheless dear friend of mine."
He steps back slightly and watches their reactions.
Trent grins at Ian, he's missed him even more than he realised, and then turns to Patrick. Oh fuck! Trent's voice dries up and he realises he is standing looking at Patrick Stewart with his mouth open. He closes it instantly and glances back at Ian before controlling his nerves enough to mumble, "Um … hi, I'm really pleased to meet you."
Patrick smiles and holds out his hand. It amuses him that the aggressive and frequently violent singer he just witnessed is the same person that is standing twitching nervously in front of him.
"Thank you," Trent replies taking the hand after first wiping his own on the front of his t-shirt. He laughs a little embarrassed at his response and shakes his head, "Ian rescue me before I make a total fool of myself."
Ian knows exactly how Trent feels, Patrick used to have that effect on him, still does sometimes and as usual he would drop to his knees for his Sir at almost any given time. Is it the voice he wonders or perhaps the sparkle in the grey eyes that can look so kind but can go dark in passion or anger.
He puts his hand on Trent's shoulder. "Patrick is used to people making fools of themselves in front of him. It took me years to get out of that habit," he smiles.
Trent can't seem to wipe the smile off his face. He grins at Ian and then babbles to Patrick, "I was a total Star Trek geek ... still am I suppose." Trent pulls an embarrassed face and blushes scarlet instantly regretting his admission.
With a genuine laugh, Patrick rubs Trent's arm and says, "I'm sure we can forgive you that, can't we Ian?"
Reaching up to kiss Patrick's cheek, Ian absolutely agrees. "Oh I think so, I was a total Jean-Luc Goddard geek myself.” He grins remembering the time Patrick fucked him all over the set having beaten him till he was a gibbering mass of want first.
He turns back to Trent. "Next time he does some stage work you really must come over and see him. Patrick on stage is bloody marvellous."
"I'd like that," Trent says and then adds with a cheeky whisper, "... and it was Jean-Luc Picard."
"Goddard, Picard..." Ian is impatient with such pedantry. "It's all the same..." he delivers a quick slap to Trent's arse.
Patrick watches the exchange and can see the affection the two. He was worried when Ian said he'd fallen in love with a rock star, but off stage, Trent seems far removed from his image. Relaxing a little he says in a commanding voice, "Okay Trent, we are here to take you out," then adds with a quick wink to Ian, "so how about you grab a jacket and let a couple of old Doms show you a good time."
"Oi, less of the old..." Ian doesn't sound particularly Dom like as he slides an arm round Trent's waist. "Shall we go to the club? Less chance of being spotted by gossip mongers there?"
Trent looks from one to the other and tries to maintain some semblance of composure despite the sudden flip of his stomach, "Umm, yeah ... yeah the club sounds great." He lets Ian lead him into the waiting car while Patrick gives instructions to the driver and then climb in beside him.
Sitting in the car, Ian automatically runs his hand up and down Trent's leg, coming to rest on his inner thigh. He would happily strip them both down now and fuck Trent, mind he would be as equally as happy to be fucked by Patrick. He wants something though, even if he isn't sure what. He wonders if the other two are as turned on as he is.
Ian's touch sends an instant shiver through Trent; he spreads his legs as much as the cramped conditions allow and then looks nervously at Patrick.
"It's alright Trent," Patrick says gently, "we can stop if you want. No-one is going to make you do anything you don't want to, but it is equally alright if you would like to 'play' with either or both of us."
Trent carefully leans over, kisses Patrick lightly on the lips then repeats the action with Ian.
A big smile breaks out over Ian's face. He looks at Patrick and mouths thank you before turning Trent's chin up for a longer kiss.
Watching his boy kiss his young lover has Patrick itching to join in, but he leaves them to touch uninterrupted contenting himself with a gentle nuzzle to Ian's neck. He barely notices when the car eases to a stop and only looks up when the driver clears this throat and says, "It seems we are here gentlemen and I have taken the liberty of calling ahead to reserve a private room."
Pulling away from Trent's delicious lips, and his lover's gentle touch, they follow Patrick into the club and up to their room. Once there Ian knows someone needs to take charge but he knows it must be Patrick. Trent has never seen him kneel and he wonders how he will feel about seeing the other side of his lover's nature. He removes his jacket, toes his shoes off and strips. Fast. It is a standing joke that Ian can get naked quicker than most men half his age. He goes to Patrick kneels down and taking his hand kisses the palm.
Trent hovers a little unsure what to do now they’re in the room, and watching Ian at Patrick's feet stirs very mixed and confusing emotions. They seem to fit together, but he's never really seen anything like this before ... the obvious trust and devotion between the two men makes him feel like he's intruding.
Patrick quickly sees the shift in Trent's expression and holds his hand out to him. "Come here Trent," he says softly, "Ian is very beautiful like this, isn't he?"
Trent looks down at Ian and smiles, he is beautiful. Patrick kisses Trent's hand with the gentle instruction, "Take your clothes off Trent and join him ... kneel with my boy."
When he feels Trent kneel down beside him, Ian turns and smiles at him, thinking as always how much more beautiful he is. Then he takes Trent's hand and looks up at Sir, waiting for instruction and letting his love for Patrick shine out of him. He knows how lucky he is to be the boy/lover of such a man.
Trent glances sideways at Ian taking in his elegant stance and pushes his shoulders back a little to improve his own posture.
"Oh my God," Patrick sighs looking at them both, "Such a wealth to be presented with ... but what to do with it?" He grins and takes a few steps back, "I think I would like to watch two beautiful boys together for a while."
Sensing something akin to panic rolling off Trent, Ian turns and takes his lover in his arms. "It's going to be fine, Pat isn't Marcus sweetheart, he and I have been together for many years, he loves me and I love him, we'll never do anything to harm you..." he looks up at Patrick, shaking his head slightly and mouthing bad experience, he knows that reassurance is one of Pat's specialities. He's had a lot of practise since he met Ian.
"I'm sorry Trent," Patrick soothes as he moves closer and lowers himself to their level, "Tell me what I can do to make you comfortable with this ... " His hand rubs slowly along Trent's shoulder as he speaks making sure to keep a non confronting eye contact.
Trent hesitates, gives himself time to think it through and then risks saying, "Stay here with us please ... where I can touch you."
Patrick brushes his lips against Trent's shoulder and whispers, "I can do that ... we can do that." He looks up and meets Ian's eyes, "Yes, we can do that."
Ian nods, he always wants to be close to Patrick so it's no hardship for him and he likes that Trent and Pat have connected already. "We can do that..." he echoes and taking Trent in his arms, he kisses him, pushing him so that Patrick can hold him steady.
Despite the gentleness of his touch, there is something solid to Patrick ... it's the same feeling Trent gets from Ian. They are stable and he knows implicitly that he'll be safe with them. Trent moans at the touch of both men as hands move slowly over his skin ... he is involved not simply
being here to perform for their pleasure. He moves willingly when Ian’s hands pull him in for another kiss.
Patrick opens his mouth to reassure Trent and ends up staring in silence as Trent and Ian kiss. He is speechless in the face of the gentle, yet proprietary affection of Ian’s actions. He has never witnessed Ian in this position before and the pride he feels for his boy swells his heart.
The taste of Trent is so special to Ian, it's like he can't bear to stop kissing him, to stop touching him lest he disappear. Having Patrick there, sharing this experience simply makes it better, it's the last part of him that he has now laid bare to the man, he gets a warm feeling from the knowledge.
Their kiss grows hungrier, Ian pulls back and gazes for a moment at Trent's nakedness, before he pushes him back further so Patrick can support his weight. He pauses to touch Patrick's chest, his face, his lips.
Encouraged by Ian’s fingers, Patrick slowly unbuttons his shirt and slides it off so his skin is against Trent’s. He kisses Ian’s fingers and then bows his head to run his tongue along Trent’s shoulder tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Patrick’s eyes are on Ian the whole time giving him a very wicked look.
Ian whimpers at that look, and he reaches out to touch his lover's bare skin, he knows Pat's body as well as he knows his own and his fingers reach for his nipples, teasing them a little before he turns his attentions back to Trent.
"Oh fuck," Trent groans pressed between the two men more than a little stunned by the attention he is receiving. The combination of Patrick's mouth and Ian's whimper has him trembling ... he leans back and asks, "what can I do for you?"
"Sweet boy," Patrick smiles, "We are here for you tonight ... tell us what you need."
Trent isn't used to being asked ... he's usually told or just taken. The question confuses him, he doesn't know how to answer but tries, "I don't know ... what ever pleases you ... Sir."
Ian smiles tenderly at both his lovers, touches Trent's face. "Sweetheart, take it as a gift, let us indulge you a little, please?" It occurs to Ian that he won't have many chances to be indulged if things go the way he suspects they will. He is unwilling to let that particular spectre into this particular feast and he pushes the thought aside.
I want you both … two Masters... The thought runs through Trent’s head. Although vaguely aware that Patrick ultimately controls the situation, between these two strong men Trent feels he can finally let go. The fear leaves him and he rolls his hips ... back to Patrick and forward to Ian. He is already leaking as he moans to either or both, "Then, I want two Sirs tonight … fuck me ... please."
Ian grins at Patrick. "Would Sir like to fuck him while I blow him?" The though of Patrick fucking Trent's lithe body so that he pushes his cock into Ian's mouth makes his mouth water and his own cock dance.
"You're in charge," he looks at Patrick, waiting for his decision.
"Oh yes ..." Trent moans and then blushes when Patrick laughs and says, "I think it was just decided."
Patrick stands up and gets a sachet of lube and a condom. He hands then to Ian with the instruction, "stay where you are my love." Patrick holds his hand out, "stand in front of Ian Trent so he can get you ready for me while I finish undressing." He moves away from them, but never stops watching while he steps out of the last of his clothes.
Always happy on his knees, Ian is very happy to be presented with Trent's perfect arse. Always keen on improv, he turns them both slightly so Pat can see and spreading Trent's cheeks and without preamble pushes his tongue deep inside the tight hole, slurping as he gets that very intense, very dark taste.
"Fuck," Trent gasps and almost loses his balance at the sudden feel of Ian's tongue. The sensation is overwhelming and Trent flexes his fingers unsure what to do with his hands. It's nearly too much that Ian is doing this for him...
Patrick watches the proceeding closely and quickly moves over to Trent to smooth his hair away from his face while murmuring, "It's okay Trent ... let this happen, Ian is happy to give this to you." When Trent's hands close over his shoulders, Patrick leans forward and kisses him while letting his hand fall to stroke Ian's hair.
Tongue fucking Trent's hole is one of the most erotic experiences Ian's ever had. He loves to do this for a lover, for someone he loves as much as he loves Trent. The feel of Pat's hand just adds to the experience, he smiles happily and slurps louder.
Pressed tight against Trent, Patrick can feel the regular tensing of Trent's muscles ... his cock slowly rubbing along his own. It feels so good, but he knows it can’t last; he eases back and says quietly, "I think you need to stop now Ian or you are going to send this beautiful boy over. You are far too good with that tongue."
Reluctantly, he pulls away from that delectable arse, picking up the condom. "Please Sir, may I put the condom on you?"
“Oh I would like that very much boy,” Patrick grins and gently moves Trent aside to give Ian access. Throughout the process he makes sure to keep Trent in physical contact. He can see that Ian was right when he said the boy was fragile and needs constant reassurance … much the way Ian was and still is at times.
Carefully, Ian undoes the packaging and rolls the condom on his lover with practised ease. He kisses the patch of skin between Patrick's belly and the root of his cock. Kisses it as if he is paying homage to it. The taste of his lover makes him almost dizzy with desire.
The smile Patrick gives Ian makes Trent’s heart ache; their devotion to each is obvious and he doubts he could ever be a part of that. Would Spacey ever look at him that way?
Years of experience alert Patrick to the change in Trent’s posture. “Come on Trent, my beautiful boy and I want you feel you between us,” he says in a soft but firm voice and gently moves Trent into position.
Ian shifts as well as Trent is firmly between them, he lays little kisses to the front of his leg, slowly making his way up the length of his body, giving his lover a chance to settle into it.
"Love you sweetheart," he murmurs then kneeling up again smiles over at Patrick. "Love you too, dearest...”
“The feeling is very mutual,” Patrick grins and reaches down to coat his cock in lube. He kisses the back of Trent’s neck and whispers, “Are you ready for this, boy?”
All Trent can do is nod and brace his hands on Ian’s shoulders. A small sound escapes his lips when he feels Patrick hands part him and guide in the head of his cock.
Ian knows exactly what Patrick is doing, knows how he is feeling from the reactions in Trent's body. He knows he is shortly going to be overcome with sensation as he begins to lick his lover's very hard and weeping cock. "So beautiful..." he whispers before he takes it into his mouth, barely moving, just letting his tongue moves over the smooth flesh.
The position is so intimate that it takes Trent's breath away and needs to rely on his lovers to keep him from buckling. Patrick’s movements are slow and deep … each push rocks Trent’s hips forward into the heat of Ian’s mouth. He lets his head fall back onto Patrick’s shoulder while one of his hands leaves Ian’s shoulder to grip his hair.
“That’s right Trent,” Patrick murmurs against his face, “feel … don’t think.” He wraps his arm around Trent’s waist anchoring him firmly against his body.
Knowing how overwhelmed Trent is by this experience, Ian smiles as he pays homage to his lover's cock, he loves the little tremors running through the pliant body. A quick glance at Trent's face and he can see how the beautiful eyes are rolling and his breaths are erratic.
Patrick’s hand monetarily joins Trent’s on Ian before his fingers slide forward to caress Ian’s cheek. Ian’s eyes meet his and he says gently, “Off your knees boy, we need you up here with us.”
Ian's smile takes in both his lovers, his feeling for them both spilling out into the room. "How would Sir like this boy?" he asks, holding Patrick's hand against his face, loving Patrick for his acceptance of all his exploits and the way he's been there for him over the long years. And for the way he still wants his Sir, wants whatever he can get from him.
“Here … I think our boy needs you close,” Patrick murmurs letting his lips touch Trent’s neck, “Is that right Trent?”
Trent finds it difficult to focus on speaking, but he was asked a question and must answer, “Yes Sir … need Ian … Sir.” Patrick smiles at Trent’s confusion, while Ian is his boy he is a Dom in Trent’s mind. “That’s right, both Sirs for you sweet boy.”
Patrick smiles at Ian who is now standing in front of them. He cups the back of Ian’s head and pulls him close so that Trent is pressed tightly between them. His hands drop to grip Ian’s arse and begins to thrust into Trent knowing Ian will feel every push and tremor.
It is quite the most extraordinary feeling, its like Patrick is fucking him through Trent and he finds himself reacting as Trent does, moaning as his fingers caress his soft hair. Patrick's fingers are gripping his arse and it's like all three bodies are moving as one, are extensions of each other.
Trent can feel the tension in his body building and he knows he can’t hold on much longer. “Oh fuck … getting so close,” he groans and tries to rub his weeping cock against Ian’s.
Looking at Patrick, Ian raises an eyebrow. It's for him to decide when Trent gets to come, but still he grits his teeth and rubs up against his lover hard, making it harder for him literally as well as metaphorically.
Patrick nods and whispers into Trent’s ear, “Any time you want beautiful boy.”
The words make Trent groan. His arms encircle Ian’s waist holding him even tighter as he pushes back into Patrick and then forward to rub his cock hard against Ian’s. It’s all he needs, his muscles clench and his cry borders on feral as his hot come coat his and Ian’s bellies.
Automatically Ian begins to scoop the come onto his fingers, licking and sucking it off in a display that is as lascivious as either of his lovers have seen.
"Mmm, you taste so good, sweetheart..." he says quietly.
Patrick grins at the display and leans forward to flick his tongue first over the fingers then his lover’s lips. His hand covers Trent’s and then moves between them to wrap around Ian’s cock where they begin to squeeze and stroke. Patrick needs to come, but he wants Ian there too … their pace increases as Patrick thrusts hard into Trent. “Come on boy, we need you to come now.”
Ian is lost in Patrick's eyes, lost in the look that Trent is giving him, lost in the tangled web of his own feelings. To him Patrick's words are like an order and he comes, giving the gentlest of moans as he does so, his whole body jerking.
Trent’s hand eases and he puts his arms around Ian, just holding him. Patrick’s thrusts are deep and fast … they hurt, but it’s a good hurt. “Good boy, good boy,” Patrick repeats like a mantra as his own orgasm builds and hits hard.
Recognising the sound of Patrick's orgasm, Ian watches him, expression tender. Fuck but he loves Pat so much. They've been together so long and through so much...
His release leaves him light headed and Patrick leans heavily on Trent. When he manages to catch his breath, he carefully pulls out and chuckles, “I must be getting too old for this, I think you two nearly killed me.”
"Not you, dearest, never!" Ian is going to be the first to move, he wants to kiss Pat, kiss Trent and feel their skin on his, properly. He tilts Trent's chin up and kisses him hard; this is what it should be like. Ian is terribly familiar with Spacey's modus operandi and the thought of this gentle boy ensnared in that, well it make him terribly sad.
Patrick gives them a few moments together. He disposes of the condom and turns the covers down on the bed. “Come on you two,” he smiles and gently lays his hands on both their shoulders, “We can do this a lot more comfortably in bed.”
The soft touch makes Trent look around. He is surprisingly shy after what has just taken place and waits to see where he’s expected to be in the bed.
Thankfully, Ian crawls into bed pulling Trent with him, making sure he's in the middle. He holds his hand out to Patrick to get his arse over here, as their eyes meet, Ian wishes it could be like this all the time.
Patrick lowers himself into the bed, stretches tired muscles and slings his arm over both Trent and Ian. He smiles at them both and suddenly it is as if Patrick can read Ian’s mind … he nods, I do too my love.
|Date:||September 29th, 2011 09:34 am (UTC)|| |
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