Sören's head was spinning by the time they got back to Nicholas's cottage. He couldn't believe this was happening - he couldn't believe he'd been so bold at the pond. But that courage had paid off, and now he was grabbing life by the horns, ready to ride into the unknown.
As soon as the three men stepped into the cottage, the door closed behind them, they fell on each other, taking turns kissing. They had reluctantly put their clothes on to walk the return trail, and there had been no sex at the pond, and now they undressed right there in the foyer. Nicholas glanced at the pile of rumpled clothes strewn across the floor, and before he could stoop to fold them, Anthony and Sören took him by the hand, marching him to the master bedroom.
They climbed on the bed together, Sören in the middle. Held safe by the two men he loved, Sören took a moment to look into their eyes - Nicholas's, reaching up to stroke his face, then Anthony's. "Wow," Sören breathed. "I've been wanting this for so long..."
Nicholas's dark eyes misted, and he kissed Sören's brow. "I wish you'd said something before now."
"Me too," Anthony said. "I've been smitten with you since you moved in, Sören."
Sören's jaw dropped. "I'm an oblivious idiot."
Anthony grinned. "Hi An Oblivious Idiot, I'm -"
Sören silenced him with a deep kiss. "That's my line, you."
Anthony tweaked Sören's nose and kissed him back.
Nicholas tousled Sören's curls. "I, myself, was quite taken with you when we met in Iceland, but I didn't feel it would be appropriate to say anything. As you know, I'm your employer - and don't you even -" He booped Sören's nose, and Sören grinned at him. Then Nicholas sighed and went on, "And I've worried you would think me too old."
Sören pursed his lips. Now it was his turn to get misty-eyed, thinking of how long he'd been pining for Nicholas... not aware it was mutual. Hurting for the fears and insecurities about Nicholas's age. "Oh, elskan." Sören drew Nicholas into his arms and gave him a soft, sweet, lingering kiss. "I don't think you're too old at all." Sören bit his lower lip. "You're such a sexy daddy."
Nicholas chuckled, cheeks turning pink.
Then it was Sören's turn to feel a twinge of insecurity, hoping he didn't make Nicholas uncomfortable with the d-word. "Ah. I hope it's OK I said daddy. If you're not into that I won't, but -"
"I..." Nicholas looked down and when he looked back up, he was smiling, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "I like it a lot, actually."
"I kind of worried about our age difference too," Anthony said. "You're twenty-five, I'm thirty-nine. I worried you'd think I'm some creeper. I know we've appreciated silver daddies together, but fantasy isn't necessarily the same thing as reality -"
Sören shut him up with another kiss. Then he bit his lower lip and it turned into a grin. "You can be my other daddy."
Anthony's face lit up. He grabbed Sören and kissed him hard. Then he grabbed Nicholas and kissed him, and Sören moaned as he watched the erotic sight, his fantasy made flesh. His cock throbbed and he felt his juices drip down his thighs, wanting them.
They pulled apart slowly, and spent a moment looking into each other's eyes, breathing harder. Then Nicholas glanced over at Sören. "You really want to do this? All three of us?"
"If you want to," Sören said, realizing how brash he'd been at the pond, caught up in the heat of arousal at the two gorgeous naked men in the beautiful starlight. "I don't want to pressure you -"
Nicholas put up a hand, then gestured to his hard cock, precum flowing down the shaft. "I am not exactly bothered by the suggestion. But I meant... not just the sex. The three of us, together." Nicholas looked at Anthony.
Anthony cleared his throat. "I've never been in a poly relationship before, but I'm willing to try. I'd like to keep getting to know you, Nicholas." Anthony looked down at Nicholas's hard cock and smiled as his own jolted. Sören let out another appreciative moan. "Biblically and otherwise."
Nicholas nodded. "I like you, Anthony. I like where this could go. Twice the partners, twice the happiness."
"Besides..." Anthony smirked, and tweaked Sören's nose again. "Someone has to help me keep his bratty ass in line."
"Bold of you to assume you can put it in line," Sören said, and stuck his tongue out.
"See what I mean?"
Nicholas laughed, and Anthony did too. Then they leaned in and took turns kissing Sören, and each other. Feeling braver, Sören ran a hand through Nicholas's chest hair, and his other played in Anthony's chest hair. Anthony's hand slid down Sören's chest to rub his stomach in slow, lazy circles, while Nicholas's hand caressed Sören's knee and thigh. Sören reached to take a cock in each hand, stroking gently, and Anthony's fingers dipped between his legs.
"You are so fucking wet." Anthony let out a shuddery sigh.
"Is that... OK?" Sören still couldn't believe two cis gay guys wanted him. It was one thing to acknowledge trans men were men publicly, it was another thing to actually see one as truly male, Sören had learned from difficult experience.
"More than OK." Anthony brought his fingers to his lips to taste, and Sören groaned as he watched Anthony tasting his juices. Then Anthony's fingers were on him again, slowly teasing the hard little nub of Sören's cock, and Sören whimpered, melting into the sensual touch.
"As you know, we are still celebrating your transition anniversary," Nicholas said, all formal politeness even in the bedroom, making Sören smile. "I feel it is only fair to ask the 'unbirthday' boy what he'd like."
"Everything," Sören whispered, mind racing with too many delicious possibilities.
Anthony and Nicholas laughed together. "Well, we have to start with one," Anthony said.
As much as Sören had fantasized about this, his mind's eye creating hundreds of scenarios of the three of them in different positions, doing different things, he felt himself drawing a blank now. It was like going to a buffet with all of one's favorite foods and being asked to pick just one to start with. There was also once again that touch of disbelief, that this was happening, this was real. For better or worse, they had crossed this line and there was no going back. Sören knew this might not work out, and that might ruin his friendship with one or both of them, and that might in turn affect his job or his place to live.
But here and now, it felt like they fit together. That the three of them, as opposed to just two, was right and natural. Sören was not a religious man and yet it felt almost fated, like exactly the right points converged to bring them together.
Sören took a deep breath and fought past that shy hesitancy, determined. Let's do this. He closed his eyes and let himself think, while Anthony and Nicholas waited. Anthony's fingers began rubbing him a little harder and Sören grunted. "You know, it's hard to decide when you do that."
Sören opened his eyes to Anthony's smile. "It's hard, all right," Anthony said.
"Oh, you."
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