Okay, so I know it was just like, yesterday when I wrote chapter two, but I have time right now. Things are just about to heat up, so if you don't like boy on boy, I beg you not read this. But if you do, then read on, soul mate. Anyway, it took me hours to write this much and Antonio's POV takes up more of this than I intended. I'm still not finished, I promise I will let them finish! ;D

Francis' POV

Antonio's mossy green eyes are a bit glazed over, shiny and maybe a little unfocused. I know he isn't completely drunk though. He hadn't stumbled when he'd made his way to the sofa. His dark brown hair is just a little messy, but that's nothing new. His lips are parted just so as I lean over, staring down at him. I reach out, sliding my fingertips right under his chin. Now, I notice how much tanner is skin is than mine. I can feel the beginnings of a bit of stubble here. I could stare at him all night, but that isn't really isn't the plan. Besides, I've wanted for a while to taste him and touch him. I wonder if he's loud and vocal in bed or if he's quiet and gentle. Perhaps he's a mixture of the two.

My thumb brushes ever so lightly at his bottom lip and he sucks in a quick, almost startled breath of air. I can't help but smile. Everything he does is captivating without him even meaning for it to be.

I can feel Gilbert moving in beside me, but I don't look over at him right away. I have Antonio right where I want him.

"Beautiful boy." I inch my face so close to his that our breaths are mingled. I can smell Gilbert's beer and my wine in the air between us. I feel a huge internal victory when his eyes lower to watch my mouth.

I let another second pass, long enough for him to stop me if that's what he really wants. He doesn't and neither do I.

Gently, I press my lips against his. I feel like I'm instantly melting into him. His mouth is even hotter than I had expected. He tilts his head and I think we both close our eyes now. I can feel his fingers in the back of my hair, just sifting through for a moment before he adds pressure to the back of my neck, urging me on. His tongue slips out and over my lips. I open them for him without hesitation.

His kiss is so passionate, so consuming. I'll be addicted to them after this.

He pulls at me, tugging me into his lap and then parts from our kiss, leaving us both to gaze at one another until there is a shift in the sofa. Gilbert sits down next to Antonio, watching us. I'm more than happy to share.

Gilbert's POV

I like watching them. Maybe I'm into voyeurism . Hell, I don't know. I just know it makes my chest heat up and my pulse race to see them like this.

Francis, who has Antonio's attention for the moment, redirects it to me by pointing and giving a slight nod. Antonio looks freaking confused for a second. Gott, he's cute when he has that stupid look on his face. I know how to clear up any misunderstanding he may be having. I'm not as gentle or slow to act as Francis. I smirk at him, because I know I'm an awesome kisser and I'm going to show him. I put a hand on the side of his neck, helping him concentrate on me now.

"Gilbert?" His voice is thicker and deeper than usual.

I nip at his bottom lip with mine and I'm rewarded with a sort of low hum that reminds me of a growl. His mouth is already open some, so I kiss him. I push my tongue into his mouth and.. right away it's a battle for dominance. We go back and forth, his tongue invading my mouth and then mine into his until we've both left them open, letting our tongues meet in the middle, rubbing and sliding against one another.

"Oh mon Dieu!" Francis. He must be enjoying the show. You can tell he's really worked up when he starts speaking in French.

Finally, Antonio gives in, backs off a little, so I can take possession of his mouth. When I'm done having my way there, I take advantage of his lips as well, kissing, sucking and even biting lightly at them. When I pull away, they're nice and red and puffy. There's this sort of fire burning in Antonio's eyes now like something fierce and hungry has taken over him. I fucking hope so. Bring it on, Toni.

I can see Francis starting to move his hips against Antonio. Antonio's hands planted firmly on Francis' hips. I move my mouth lower, down to his neck and suck on the flesh there. I fully intend to leave a mark, but more than that… There it is. A long drawn out moan from Antonio.

Antonio's POV

The combination of Gilbert's mouth on my neck and Francis grinding his ass against my crotch is driving me crazy! My skin is on fire. I paw at Francis' chest through his shirt and he's quick to tug the thing off and throw it to the floor. I can't keep my hands in one place. He's slender with lean muscles just under his smooth skin. His nipples are already hard under my fingertips. Gilbert's reaching around me to pull at my shirt as well and I lean forward enough to help him pull it off. It lands on the floor with a soft thud. Somewhere. I don't care if I never find it again. Francis slips himself off my lap and I groan, unhappy with the lost contact. It doesn't last long though. He skillfully unbuttons my jeans like he's done it a thousand times before. I hear the zzzzt as drags my zipper down. My eyelids flutter open. I don't remember closing them. Francis is on his knees in front of me sliding his fingers inside the waistband of my underwear teasingly. Gilbert moves his mouth to cover my left nipple and it feels amazing when he begins to suck and scrape his teeth against it.

Francis reaches up to him, taking his shirt and swiftly yanking it off, so swiftly I barely feel Gil's mouth leave my chest before it's replaced it again. His skin is so white stretched over his back. He's even more muscular than I thought before. I can tell just by looking down the slope of his back, watching them ripple with every movement.

I feel a hand in my underwear, sliding lower to grip my cock and pull it out. It's Francis. I hiss in a breath through my teeth when I feel it free. It's so hard and hot. I'm happy because he seems pleased with it, rubbing his cheek against it and peppering it with kisses from the base to the very tip.

It once again strikes me how gorgeous the blonde is nuzzling against my erection. And of course, it feels good. His hair grazes me and it tickles. I bite my lip, oddly turned on and embarrassed when a bit of pre-cum oozes out of the hole in my dick and wets his cheek. He doesn't seem to mind at all. I can feel Gilbert's mouth leave my skin and when I look over, he's pulling down his jeans and underwear, kicking them off.

Now I have a good view of him naked. I wonder how much physical activity he has to do to get like this. I can feel my face redden when I focus my gaze between his legs. He moves closer, like he wants me to look. It is pretty impressive, after all. His pubic hair is as light as the hair on his head too. I let out a small whimper. I think he wants me to give him head, and I've never done that before. He settles one foot on the couch while keeping the other firmly planted on the floor.

At the same time I open my mouth to him and he slides his cock into it, Francis wraps his lips around mine, making squirm with pleasure and moan against Gil's dick, which he pushes further into my mouth. I'm not sure I'm doing it right. It's weird and sort of new to me, but he doesn't taste bad at all.

Francis is certainly more skilled than I am, sucking, rolling his tongue and bobbing his head. It's hard to concentrate, but I mimic Francis the best I can, and Gilbert curses in German, letting his head fall back, so I assume he's having as good a time as I am.