John's POV:
"They say that three's a crowd" I whisper as I look up at the two men leaning over me. "Then they've never met us, have they" the shorter boy smirks, his fiery red eyes meeting my pale blues. I smile sheepishly, my cheeks turning red as the striders prepare for the work ahead. I pull a blanket over my head to hide the blush creeping up my face as I hear the vague tearing sounds of condoms being opened. Safety is always important. I finally remove the sheet from my head to find the larger one opening a jar of lube, preparing his length, instructing the shorter male to do the same. I find my hands trembling slightly in anticipation when I hear the faint pop of the container closing. "Are you ready?" the younger Strider whispers in my ear, kissing it along the way. I release a shaky "Yes" before rolling over.
The next ten minutes were pure ecstasy: pain, pleasure, a few orgasm worthy brushes to my prostate, and the two people I loved most in the world. In the end, the hurt was worth it, and the three of us collapsed against the pillows, panting from excursion and post orgasmic weakness. I stared in awe at the two forms next to me, until I fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.
And that, was the best day I'd ever had.