Dana Bell - Very Much Alive

"Just try it. You might like it."

Oh, curiouser and curiouser. They weren't in the living room. Where, oh where have my lovers gone?

He was in an incredibly good mood, probably due to the incredibly good sex they'd had the night before.

He was looking forward to round two (or was that three?) today.

"And I might like having my legs shaved with a chainsaw, but somehow I doubt it."

That's coming from the kitchen. He peeked around the edge of the doorway to see Logan holding a tiny cup towards Jordan.

"C'mon. I think you'll like espresso."

Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Espresso is just a fancy name for liquid road tar. Can't you fix me something that tastes better? Like puree of two-day-dead skunk?"

"You have to know what espresso tastes like if you're going to cook with it."

"Then I won't cook with it."

"Don't you want to learn how to make things like tiramisu?"

She looked at Logan like he was very, very stupid. “Haven't you heard of the Italian Market? Hello!

Bakeries!"

Logan shook his head and drank the espresso.

Kir leaned his head on the doorframe and started laughing. Looks like the cooking lessons are back on.

"What the hell are you laughing at, blondie?"

Kir walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “I'm going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me?"

"Ooh, hot blond wetness? Count me in!"

Logan ran past him to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went.

"Nah, I'm going to make a pot of coffee and check my email while the laptop is free. Okay?"

Kir looked back and saw Jordan fiddling with the coffeemaker. “You sure?"

She looked up and smiled at him lazily. “Yeah. I need my caffeine fix. You two, um, enjoy yourselves.”

She waggled her eyebrows, her cheeks heating.

He walked back to her, enjoying the way her eyes roamed down his body to lock on his cock. When she licked her lips he had to stifle a groan. He tilted her face up and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you sure you're okay with all of this?"

"If you keep asking me I'm going to start wondering if you're okay with all of this."

His smile was heated as he replied, “I have a redhead waiting in the shower and a brunette waiting for me in the kitchen. Trust me, I'm okay with it."

"Hmm, tough choice, huh?” She rubbed her cheek against his hand affectionately.

"Kir! Get your ass in here before I use up all the hot water!"

Kir rolled his eyes. Jordan laughed and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You'd better hurry up or the hot water won't be the only thing Logan uses up!"

Kir stopped, turned, and grabbed her hand. “I have an idea.” He dragged her towards the bedroom.

"So do I, and it involves a coffee mug and Gmail."

"Trust me, this is better.” He heard Logan splashing in the shower. Perfect . He pulled Jordan in behind him and closed the door. He picked her up and sat her down on the countertop, ignoring her pout. He leaned on the countertop, arms braced on either side of her body. “Choose."

"Um. Maxwell House?” She grinned up at him weakly.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Choose. Do I suck Logan off, or do I fuck him?"

He saw her look over his shoulder and turned. Logan was staring at them and slowly stroking his erection.

She gulped and took a deep breath. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He could feel her body trembling against him and he closed his eyes in gratitude. She was turned on. Her rich, feminine smell and her tiny, tell-tale shivers made him want to lick her all over. “If you fuck him and you both come, who will fuck me?"

Kir leaned back and matched her grin for grin.

Logan watched his two loves share identical heated grins, his hand stroking up and down his cock. Yum.

Looks like Kir wants to play and he's gotten Jordan to go along with it.

He relaxed back against the shower wall, content for the moment to let his lovers play with him. He'd sneaked out of bed late last night and reinforced the wards, just in case Jordan somehow “accidentally”

wiped them away again. Their home was as safe as he could make it.

Home.

His hand paused as Kir entered the shower with him. His free hand tangled in the damp strands of Kir's hair as Kir started nibbling at his neck.

He saw Jordan begin to remove her clothes, a wicked little smile on her face, and his heart lurched.

Yes. Home.

He moaned as Kir sank to his knees in front of him. He felt the wet swipe of Kir's tongue on the underside of his cock and shivered. He kept his eyes on Jordan, watching her reactions, letting her see his. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming faster as she watched Kir pleasure him with his tongue.

Kir sucked him down, taking him to the root, and the back of Logan's head hit the shower wall with a thump. He kept his eyes open through sheer force of will, wanting to watch Jordan, but it was a damn hard thing to do when Kir's tongue was lashing the head of his cock.

Kir took him back down his throat again, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation. Logan hissed at the added sensation, his hips thrusting forward in an involuntary movement. He pulled back, trying not to

choke Kir, but Kir pulled on both his hips and swallowed him down as far as he would go.

"Holy fuck.” Logan wasn't going to last long if Kir kept that up. He looked down to see Kir's heated gaze locked on his face as he pulled back slowly. His tongue felt incredible, his mouth wet and warm. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed the sides of Kir's head and slowly sank between those warm lips. “Are you gonna let me fuck you, babe?"

Kir shook his head.

"No?” Logan sank deeper, hitting the back of Kir's throat. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?"

Kir nodded.

Logan turned his head and looked at Jordan through the fall of his wet hair as he slowly fucked Kir's mouth. She was playing with her nipples, staring at where the two men were joined, her eyes glazed with passion.

Logan grinned. “Jordan?"

She looked up and licked her lips.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Both of us, or one of us?"

"Huh?"

It was a good thing he had a hold of Kir's head, because Kir stopped moving. Logan didn't. “Should I come in Kir's mouth, or are you up for something different?” And she'd better decide soon, because Kir was engulfing his cock again, all the way ... Damn.

Jordan bit her lip, her gaze once more caught by the sight of him fucking Kir's mouth. “I want...” She cleared her throat. “I want to watch."

Logan's grin turned feral as he moved his hands. One went to the back of Kir's head, gathering the wet strands, moving him in a sure rhythm his hips matched.

The other gestured Jordan closer, and she came, her body moving like a wet dream. He reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers.

Kir's fingers stroked past his perineum to stroke his hole, and Logan knew he wasn't going to be allowed to last much longer. He leaned to the side and took Jordan's nipple into his mouth just as Kir's finger entered his anus, fucking into him in sync with his mouth. He bit and nipped gently, enjoying Jordan's gasps. Her hands flew to his head, holding him in place. He matched his sucking to Kir's, moaning around her flesh as Kir found his prostate. He could feel his balls pulling up, the tingling down his spine signaling his impending orgasm.

When Kir hummed again he lost it, coming in his lover's mouth with a loud groan. He released Jordan's nipple, falling against the shower wall as Kir sucked him dry.

He collapsed in the tub as his knees gave out. “Shit, babe.” He laughed as Kir bent and gave him one last, long lick, the smug look on his face amusing as hell. He reached out and stroked Kir's cheek. “Love you, babe."