May. 13th, 2005 @ 05:21 pm
"Oh gods, oh gods," Galahad mutters, pacing around nervously. Gawain is in his best and on his cot and he seems perfectly calm and relaxed. Galahad is taking deep breaths. It has been ages since he's been with a woman and he's wondering just how much attention he will wind up giving her as opposed to Gawain.
He bit his lip. "Gawain," he worried aloud. "Gawain, what if...what if she...I..." he stammers, sighing and sitting down in Gawain's lap immediately for the proximity. He cranes his head around, resting his head on Gawain's shoulder. "What if she latches on to the thought of being with you?" he whispers, unsure about their choice now. They had looked friendly the night before.
"Don't forget me?"
Gawain strokes Galahad's hair. "As if I could forget you, you daft bastard," he says quietly before he presses a kiss to Galahad's forehead. "If she latches on to the thought of being with me, I shall have to decline such an offer. Politely, of course.
"You know, she says that there are rumours about us; about you and me." Gawain rubs the back of Galahad's neck. "I have not told her that there is truth behind them but I will, if necessary."
Galahad gives Gawain a small smile. "Rumours?" he asks, almost coyly. He grins and leans into Gawain's touch, sighing happily. "Mmm, feels good. Don't stop," he commands, half-purring. He shifts and settles until he's more comfortable in Gawain's lap.
Unfortunately, the knock on the door stops them.
Galahad pouts. "I don't even get to warm you up?"
Gawain grins and kisses Galahad deeply. "There is still time for us to warm up," he whispers before he sets Galahad on his feet.
He stands up and pulls Galahad into his arms. Still looking at Galahad, he calls out, "Come in!" to Lynette.
Galahad looks over at Gawain, wondering what could possibly be going through his mind. He doesn't move from Gawain's arms, though he's confused. "Uh...Gawain?"
Lynette walks in the door and immediately, she stares at the two. "Did I interrupt?" she questions, glancing at Gawain. "I see the rumours are true."
"Yes," says Gawain, a little distractedly. "Do tell us more about these rumours, Lynette. Galahad is most intrigued by them."
He beckons to Lynette.
Galahad wonders if perhaps, Gawain has gone insane. It would surely explain quite a bit. He glances over at Lynette, an apologetic smile on his face. "I really don't..."
She closes the door behind her and makes her way over to the cot, sitting down. "They speak of you two sharing a cot, indulging in each other to stave off loneliness and cold nights." She looks up. "Sometimes, you apparently, experiment in odd places."
Gawain laughs and moves away from Galahad at last. "Do
we indeed?" he asks, as though he is marvelling over Lynette's words. "I had not known that we had such a reputation."
He sits on the cot next to Lynette. "I shuold introduce you properly, should I not? Lynette, this, obviously, is Galahad."
She smirks, pleased when Gawain sits down next to her. She makes her way into his lap, which causes Galahad the tiniest bit of trouble. He grits his teeth together, his jaw clenching as he reminds himself of the purpose of the night. "We've met," she murmurs briefly. "No more than a few words. Sit!"
Galahad wants to snap that it's his chamber, he'll do what he wills. But Gawain is giving him a mild look, so he does as she says and sits at the head of his cot casually. "Rumours," he scoffs. "If we were so determined to stave off our loneliness with just each other, why else would we have invited you here, hm?"
He looks at Gawain. "And I know Gawain wants to make some of his
loneliness disappear," he teases lightly, almost a dare.
Gawain arches an eyebrow and slips his arms around Lynette's waist.
"I thought that this was a joint decision, Galahad," he says softly. He doesn't look away from Galahad as he presses his lips to the side of Lynette's neck. Gawain holds out his hand towards Galahad.
"Come closer," he asks, a little pleadingly.
Galahad sighs, hating that he's being so petulant and knowing he's resistant to that tone of Gawain's voice. Lynette looks as pleased as you could call it sitting there in Gawain's lap, her long fingers drawing circles around Gawain's palm.
He masks his unhappiness with everything with a tease and a pout. It's not that he doesn't want this to happen, it's just that he's become somewhat possessive of Gawain lately.
"Don't you remember?" Galahad asks quietly. "At first, I just watch while you..." he trails off, eyes staring at Gawain's lips on her neck.
"While he does what?" Lynette prompts, tilting her head slightly, red hair cascading to one side.
"He wishes to watch while I have you," says Gawain softly. He closes his hand around Lynette's fingers before tracing circles on her wrist. He still hasn't taken his eyes off Galahad. "Would you have any objection to that, Lynette?" he asks.
Galahad just holds Gawain's stare, not looking away once and trying to will himself to let go, trying to tell himself it's okay.
"Objection?" she murmurs. "Gods, no. In fact, I think I'd object if you didn't wish that." She looks at Galahad. "Don't be sad, puppy, you'll get a turn too."
Galahad snarls at that, eyes turning a little bit angry. He leans forward until their faces are inches apart. "Lady, do not mistake me for a wanton child you can talk down to," he warns. "Gawain will do anything I tell him to and if I tell him to ignore you, he will."
Gawain buries his hand in the hair at the base of Galahad's neck and he guides him closer.
"Galahad," he says softly, nearly whispering against Galahad's lips. "We do not have to do this if you do not wish it."
Galahad turns to look at her, claiming Gawain's lips in a vicious kiss, hot and slow and right in front of her face. When he parts, he gives his most innocent look.
"She just needs to know how to play nice," he whispers back, turning to Lynette and giving her a kiss almost akin to Gawain's, with less passion, but no less technique.
Gawain laughs, low in his throat and places his hands on Lynette's shoulders before they move down to unlace the bodice of her dress. He plucks at the laces, almost idly, keeping his eyes fastened on Galahad's.
Galahad just watches Gawain with the tiniest of smiles on his face, staring in adoration with every move Gawain makes. He knows he should be giving this attention to her, but he doesn't want to. He leans in to kiss her, just so that his hands can move behind her, brushing at Gawain's cheeks in tiny circles, moving lower, brushing the fingers and then settling in Gawain's lap.
He's straddling Lynette now as he kisses her, but he can reach Gawain and his fingers just lightly stroke at his crotch, through the breeches, trying to tease.
Gawain moans quietly, into Lynette's ear, and he pushes down her dress. He leans forward and bites gently on Galahad's ear as Galahad kisses Lynette and he slowly starts to fondle Lynette's breeches.
"For you, Galahad," he whispers into Galahad's ear and he traces gentle bites down Galahad's neck even as he pushes Lynette's dress down further.
Galahad pulls away and gives a quiet whine, a moan as Gawain speaks to him and pays attention to him. It feels like Lynette's presence is less and less important. He parts, smiling and crawls out of her lap. "Yours, Gawain," he says quietly, moving until he's sitting behind Gawain, whispering. "Take her," he orders quietly.
He bites his lip, lowers his voice, hands low on Gawain's back, caressing and touching. "Think of me," he adds, even quieter, even as Lynette's dress slips off completely.
Gawain leans back slightly. "Always think of you, Gal'had," he whispers before he crawls forward on the bed towards Lynette.
Gawain ducks his head and kisses her softly. "Still beautiful," he says with a (cocky) smile.
She goes with Gawain until she's pushed out naked on the bed and willing and she can't really see Galahad anymore, but Gawain is atop her and she beams, wanting him, wanting him to love her.
Galahad busies himself kissing down Gawain's spine, lingering touches and nips here and there, one hand buried in Gawain's hair.
Galahad inches to the side now, where he can still touch and he watches. He grins when Gawain does and he smiles shyly when he remembers that Gawain is his.
"Take her," he encourages softly.
Gawain shivers under Galahad's attentions before he fixes Lynette with an intense gaze, running his hand down her side. He settles between her thighs and starts to press kisses to her throat and breasts.
Lynette shivers and lets out pleased gasps as Gawain lavishes attention on her. This is just the start, she knows. He'll want to do this again and next time, he won't bring the pup and they'll start a routine of this.
She moans when he kisses her breasts and her eyes slip shut.
Galahad watches Gawain and as he watches Gawain, he slowly begins to stroke himself, still completely in love with the look on Gawain's face when he's about to take someone.
Gawain bites his lip, as though contemplating his course of action, before he parts Lynette's legs further, hooking them up over his hips.
With a low, guttural moan, he slips into her easily before pausing to calm himself. He looks sideways at Galahad and smiles; strangely secure in the knowledge that Galahad seems to be enjoying this. This is for Galahad, after all.
'Love you,' Galahad mouths when he catches Gawain's gaze, just in case he doesn't get another opportunity. He strokes himself and he gasps, watching as Lynette gasps as well, amazed somehow by Gawain.
It's because Gawain truly is amazing.
"Keep going," Galahad prods, flicking his thumb over the head of his erection.
Gawain laughs breathlessly and finally starts to move, thrusting leisurely as his hands move up and down Lynette's body. He nips at her shoulder as the pressure begins to build and bites his lip to keep from moaning. Gawain can feel
Galahad's eyes on him and he can imagine what Galahad is doing to himself which only serves to increase Gawain's urgency.
Galahad gasps out when Lynette lets out an increasingly loud moan; Gawain is as good as he always is, then. Galahad strokes himself faster and faster, not teasing and not allowing for buildup. He wants his release.
He watches through half-lidded eyes as Gawain takes her, the muscles in his back surging and shifting just the way Galahad imagined they might.
"Beautiful," he gasps out, and Lynette beams as though he intended it for her.
Gawain does not last much longer; he can't. Somehow, the knowledge that Galahad is right next to them, watching and enjoying this, makes Gawain lose control much faster than he usually would.
He groans hoarsely as he climaxes, his fingers tangling in Lynette's hair.
Galahad strokes himself faster and faster when he cries out and she moans and Galahad knows by the look on Gawain's face that he's climaxed. He follows suit as he flicks his thumb over his erection and his back stiffens, arches, and then loosens as he climaxes, head tilting back to the ceiling.
He comes around to the sound of Lynette breathing raggedly and moaning happily, kissing Gawain's palm almost fiercely.
"That was very nice," Galahad murmurs. "Exactly as I'd imagined."
Gawain leans down and kisses Lynette's brow, pushing her hair back out of her eyes before he settles on the bed alongside her. He lies on his back and looks at Galahad.
glad you enjoyed it, Gal'had," he says softly and he smiles at him, beckoning to him. "Come here?"
He smiles a little, noting the dazed state Lynette is in. "Gawain is good, isn't he?" Galahad smirks and comments to her. She just nods, eyes slipping shut as she exhales happily.
good, Lynette knows. And he'll be hers.
Galahad looks at Gawain happily, lying down beside Gawain, close enough to whisper, "I love you," into his ear and nip at his earlobe affectionately.
Gawain smiles against the skin of Galahad's throat and kisses him softly. "I love you too," he says, very quietly intending that only Galahad should hear him.
Gawain rests his head against Galahad's shoulder and looks at Lynette with a slight smile on his face. He enjoyed taking her but he enjoys this after-companionship with Galahad far more.
She hears it. Lynette's face lights up with a smile as she hears the 'I love you' off of Gawain's lips and now she knows that it's not just her with these emotions. She sighs happily, burrowing into Gawain's side.
"I'll make you happy," she promises, kissing at his chest. "Oh, Gawain," she smiles, pleased. Now is not the time. She must look a mess and she's got to look good for him. She stumbles to find her dress and clothes herself.
"Gawain, I will remember," she says happily, blowing him a kiss before departing, nearly skipping down the hall.
Gawain looks faintly surprised as she leaves and looks at Galahad with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs and leans in to kiss Galahad softly.
Galahad falls into the kiss happily, closing his eyes and shifting until he's lying atop Gawain and kissing him. "You were gorgeous," he mumbles in between kisses.
He frowns slightly, wondering what that show with Lynette had been.
"Gawain," Galahad whispers. "I don't want to do that again."
"That's fine with me," says Gawain immediately, savouring Galahad's kisses. "I had to try so hard to keep from calling your name." He laughs softly. "I did not want to hurt her feelings."
Wrapping his arms around Galahad's waist, Gawain rests his chin atop Galahad's head. "I love you," he says. "And that is all there is to it."
Galahad laughs quietly at that. "I think we may have made a mistake in opening our bed to others," he mumbles softly. "A mistake I don't intend to make again."
He smiles against Gawain's skin. "It pains me to share you, you know."
"You need not share me with anyone," says Gawain quietly. "We won't do this again, I promise you. From now on, my love, it is only you and me."