Pairing: ChelxMiguelxTulio
Warning: Bisexual threesome (well, if you squint)
Curves
Once Chel had slowed down enough to allow them to climb onto the back of the horse, Tulio discovered that it was really just going straight from one problem to another. Altivo was a fast runner once Chel got him going and Tulio quickly realised his mistake of getting on first. There was nothing suitable for him to grip in order to prevent him from falling off.
For a start, Chel's hair was out of the question, even if that had the advantage of stopping it from flying in his face. Holding her shoulders would be too similar to massage which really did come that little too close to...
Tulio cleared his throat and continued his quick search for something safe to hold.
Her chest was definitely off limits. That wasn't the area of a woman you just went and grabbed. Unless you were that sort of man, which Tulio was certainly not. Her stomach didn't seem too appropriate and neither did her hips.
All of a sudden, the only body part left was her legs. And he would have to bend down into some strange position for that, so those were out of the question too.
They didn't have any sort of saddle. And horse hair was too short to maintain any sort of grip, never mind a bad one.
As Tulio quickly became fed up, Altivo jumped an old, fallen log that was laden with moss. Tulio knew that because he nearly fell face-first into it.
"Hold on!" Chel called back over the roar of the wind past their ears. "You nearly fell just then!"
"I know!" Tulio shouted back, resorting to seeing if he could maintain a half-decent hold of Altivo's back anyway. "But you don't have any appropriate places to hold. There's too many ... feminine curves."
"I don't recall you complaining about that back in El Dorado," Chel laughed.
A strange spluttering noise was the only response Tulio gave as he searched for an answer that appeared to have suddenly vanished from existence.
"For goodness sake!"
Miguel's voice behind him almost made Tulio fall off again.
Before Tulio had the time to even open his mouth to attempt a protest, Miguel had released his grip around his waist and taken his hands. Leaning forward, the blond wrapped both his and Tulio's arms around Chel's waist. She squirmed and giggled very briefly but made no sign of any objection.
That could work, Tulio decided. Might take a little bit of getting used to. But at least he wouldn't fall off. Not unless Chel got too reckless.
He held on a little tighter.
END