Note the ratings change, peeps. Adult situations in this chapter. Or as some reviewers mentioned: Yay! Threesome! :)


7. "It is bitter—bitter," he answered;

The three of them made it upstairs in spurts. Face was reluctant to stop kissing her, Murdock was reluctant to leave them behind, and she was reluctant to lavish all the attention on Face. So between Murdock pulling the two of them along, Kerry forcing him to slow down so she could kiss him too, and Face being willing to just stand in one place and accept whatever what happening at that particular moment, it took a bit of time to finally make it to a bedroom.

It was Murdock's room, of course. He left the two of them for a moment to turn on the small table lamp beside the bed.

While he did, a moment of apprehension struck Face.

He half wished Murdock had talked to him about this prior to now. They could have laid some ground work. And set up any rules: what was okay, what wasn't going to be okay . . .

He had done this before, so it wasn't completely novel—well, okay, it wasn't with his best friend involved and it was two women and him, but the idea behind it was kind of the same, he figured. He just didn't know what Murdock's or Kerry's experience was. So there was no reason to be nervous, they're probably nervous too, just make sure everyone has a good time—

Without even shutting the door, Kerry shrugged out of her shirt.

Murdock pulled her closer and kissed her, unlatching her bra closure. Face carefully stepped up behind her and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She bent her arms to help facilitate the removal even as her mouth was on Murdock's; once the undergarment was discarded from between them Face even more carefully moved her hair, took her waist and nipped the side of her neck and shoulder.

The feel of his teeth made Kerry jump a little. She moved one hand from the back of Murdock's head to reach around and grab Face's ass, squeezing it through the denim of his jeans and forcing him to press even closer.

His hard-on strained against his pants.

She didn't acknowledge that right away. He continued to pinch the sensitive skin of her neck gently with his teeth as she and Murdock broke their kiss. With one hand still gripping him, he noted that she slipped the other from Murdock's chest to the front of his pants. Murdock gave a slight gasp as she worked the zipper on his fly.

"Oh . . . good," Kerry murmured.

Murdock muttered an affirmative that didn't mean much to Face. Then, even though it was awkward, she twisted her arm until she was able to slide it in between her back and his front. Her pressing on his erection through fabric made him gasp like Murdock had.

She turned her head and was able to see him from the corner of one eye.

"That's good too," she told him.

Without waiting for Murdock's next move, Face spun Kerry around and caught her mouth. Her fingers unfastened his belt and popped the buttons on his fly, and even though his tongue was in her mouth he sucked in a breath when she found her way under the elastic of his briefs and took his cock in her hand.

Her thumb made a circle over the tip, helped by the bit of leaking pre-cum. Kerry smiled through their kiss at the way he jerked against her.

Over her shoulder, Murdock unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He shed his pants too, but didn't remove his boxers. Instead, he came up behind her, as Face had done earlier, and reached between them to cup her breasts.

As he rolled her nipples, she released Face's mouth and removed her hand from his cock—which made him groan in dismay—to arch her back against Murdock. Face watched their interplay: Murdock's hands were large enough to contain her tits, he buried his face in her neck and hair, and she ground her ass against his pelvis, her hands once again curling behind herself to hold him by the waist tightly to her.

Kerry moaned, and Murdock whispered something into her ear that Face didn't hear. It made her push against him harder, though, and Murdock's eyes glanced upwards to catch Face's, a slow lascivious grin spreading over his face.

Face blew out his breath at the erotic display in front of him. He itched to undress her further, but was a still little uncertain. He could strip himself, however. As he took the hem of his shirt and began to pull it up and off, Kerry realized what he was doing and both leaned and reached forward to help.

The position thrust her ass harder into Murdock, who took her hips in a facsimile of doggy-style sex.

Face obligingly stepped closer as Kerry grabbed his shirt too, and she assisted him in removing it. Still angled towards him, she urged him forward even more and began kissing his chest. Her mouth found and closed on a nipple; she held the tightened bit of flesh between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue. Face groaned and threaded his fingers through the hair above her ear.

With only a small amount of encouragement on his part, she bent further down—earning a gasp from Murdock as she wriggled her hips while she did—continuing kissing and leaving wide wet trails with her tongue through the hair on his abdomen. She caught the elastic from his underwear in her teeth, and twisted her head up to look at him with amusement in her eyes as he gave a slight thrust forward.

His hand tightened in her hair as she pulled the elastic away from his waist with her hands and copied the circling motion she'd made earlier on the head of his cock, this time with her tongue.

"Oh—" he started, but abruptly she snapped the waistband back and straightened up.

Murdock found her breasts again as she stood up against him.

While he caressed her, Kerry fumbled with her own belt and pants. Face closed the remaining distance between them and kissed her even while she awkwardly removed the rest of her clothing.

Once it was on the floor he dipped his head and continued his way down her neck, to the front of her shoulder, and finally, to her breast. Although Murdock still held it, Face nuzzled his way between his friend's fingers to locate her nipple, then gave her the same treatment she'd given his.

Her reaction was similar: a gasp and a groan. Face's spit coated Murdock's fingers, but he didn't seem to mind; he drew the wet fingers down her front, re-dampening some of the spots she'd already licked on Face's stomach, and reached between her legs.

As his fingertips slipped into the her heat, her knees buckled. Both men caught her.

Kerry took a second, relishing the feel of two men pressing on either side of her, then wiggled her way out and climbed onto the bed. Face and Murdock took the opportunity to finish stripping, and she took the opportunity to catch her breath.

Neither man was shy about being naked in the other's presence; they shared barracks for too long for that. However, Kerry watched with her hand over her mouth in amusement at the differences: Murdock dropped his clothing in a messy heap; Face took a few moments to fold his and set it in a neat pile.

Face muttered a question about a condom. Both she and Murdock directed him to the drawer of the bedside table. He retrieved two but didn't open one for himself yet.

Murdock ignored him as he busied himself with protection; instead he dropped on the bed with Kerry, making the mattress bounce and her giggle. The silly laugh was replaced with a deep moan as he took her hands and pushed her onto her back, holding her in place by covering her body with his, and kissing her mouth.

Once again, Face stood by and took in the scene for a moment. Kerry was almost completely lost beneath Murdock, although she shifted her legs to hook around his thighs—not rotated far enough for them to actually be fucking yet, but close. One of her hands snaked out of Murdock's grip to take hold of his ass, squeezing it. Murdock moaned with her.

Noticing that Face hadn't come onto the bed, Kerry pulled her attention away from the man who was kissing and leaving marks on her neck and, once she managed to worm her other hand out of Murdock's grasp, she held it out to him.

Licking his lips, Face tentatively took her fingertips. Everything up to this point was hot and good and pushing the boundaries, but to climb into that bed was upping the ante. They were a couple, he was an outsider—okay, so Kerry had already tongued his dick and neither of them seemed too put off by the fact another person had joined in their bedroom games, but—

She noticed his pause and read his mind. "It's okay, Face."

Murdock stopped his administrations and tipped his head at his friend. Face saw the flush on his cheeks and his dilated pupils. He thought Murdock would add some more reassurances at his hesitation. He was surprised, then, when Murdock simply grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the mattress beside them.

Murdock was a little more aggressive than Face would have expected.

As he settled in beside the couple, Murdock modified his position only slightly. He remained positioned between Kerry's legs, but twisted off her chest as he went back to her ear and neck and collarbone. His attention to that area forced her head close to Face's, and as she smiled, he moved in to kiss her again.

It was as assertive as before, with their tongues entwining. His free hand, the one not trapped by holding him up on an elbow, found her tit. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and the knuckle on his first finger, and didn't release her mouth as she gasped. When Kerry reached down to take his hard-on in her hand again, he caught her lip between his teeth. Her whimper of surprise joined his gasp as she tightened her hold on his cock.

The arrangement of the three of them pressed Face not only against her side but Murdock's as well. Just as being nude together was a non-issue, both he and Murdock weren't inhibited when it came to bodily contact. So although it may have been an unusual location—naked thighs and hips versus backs to chests—it didn't seem atypical.

There was only so much area to go around as their mouths moved over the woman under and beside them, so even when their heads brushed each other's, it wasn't enough to dissuade either man.

With their moans in his ear, Murdock gave up on her neck and dislodged Face away from his girlfriend's mouth to slip his own tongue against hers. Face, held in place by her slowly stroking his cock, didn't move away. He rested his forehead against the side of Murdock's head, still uttering breathy moans against the two of them.

Eventually, to catch her breath, Kerry pulled slightly away from Murdock. Her hand stopped its pull on Face's groin, and the three didn't move for a moment.

Laying so close to one another, breathing onto and into each other's mouths, Kerry glanced between the two of them and bit her lip.

Murdock recognized the expression on her face. "What?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking . . . maybe . . ."

"What?" he urged again, in the same tone. "You can tell me."

Face never knew Murdock's voice could be so honeyed.

"It's just . . . I was wondering if I could . . . watch you two kiss?"

The hopeful lilt in her voice belied the off-handed shrug she tried to pair it with.

"Uhmm . . ." Murdock replied, a bit of the velvet rubbing off his voice. He glanced at Face for his reaction.

Face had an idea what Murdock wanted him to say, but as unforeseen as her request was, it wasn't anything that shocked him. He'd done more for less, and if this was about everyone having a good time, enjoying each other and getting off, he was absolutely fine with it.

"Sure," he said with a nod.

He caught the very slight catch in his friend's breath, but wasn't sure Kerry heard it.

"Yeah . . . okay," the pilot answered.

"It's okay, Murdock," Face told him, realizing somehow the tables were turned and he was the one reassuring instead of being reassured that this was acceptable. "I'm not that hideous—I hope! You like blue eyes, don't you?"

He batted his lashes at Murdock, hoping to ease his sudden apprehension. The resulting giggle came from Kerry, however. But as Murdock looked down on her again and realized her eyes were blue too, only a darker, hazier shade than Face's, he chuckled as well. Leave it to Face to catalog and store that sort of information.

At Murdock's low laugh, Face smiled. He didn't hesitate to move his hand from her chest to around Murdock's neck to guide him closer.

Murdock held his breath but allowed Face to maneuver his head into a more comfortable position. He closed his eyes and wet his lips, an action that Face found as riveting as he had when she licked her lips. As he closed the distance, his smile faded to seriousness. Within another second, he kissed his best friend.

The kiss was timid at first, just a press of his lips on Murdock's upper lip, and then the tip of Face's tongue flicked quickly to probe between his lips. In response, Murdock relaxed his jaw slightly and let his own tongue have an exploratory feel of Face's mouth.

While Face considerately allowed him to get used to the sensation of an unshaven chin against his own, Murdock decided it wasn't bad—just mentally different—compared to kissing a woman. The lips were as soft. The tongue was as silky and sinuous. If he kept his eyes closed, he could easily imagine there was hardly any difference at all.

Then he realized he didn't want to keep his eyes closed. He wanted to see Face's blue eyes watching him. When he did open his eyes a second later, Murdock was surprised to find that Face wasn't looking at him. The conman was simply enjoying the kiss for the sensation itself.

Face deepened the kiss, and Murdock didn't protest.

In a few moments, once their oxygen was depleted, the two men stopped, panting, their mouths still almost touching. Face still didn't open his eyes.

"Oh—that was hot," Kerry whispered below them, with a quickening in her voice.

As if that brought him back to the here and now, Face opened his eyes to Murdock's. Suddenly heat rushed into the pilot's face: not the aroused flush that had been so constant since convincing his friend downstairs that this was a fine way to spend an evening, but a self-conscious blush. He knew where that came from but did his best to disguise it, although he pulled away from the two of them.

Kerry didn't seem to notice the abrupt shift in Murdock's behavior. Neither did Face, it appeared, as he let Murdock go and leaned down again to find her mouth again. Although Face released him, she still had a hand squeezing him, preventing him from getting off her completely.

"Now what?" she muttered, between quick kisses.

Face replied something unintelligible as her fingers stroked their way down his body again.

Kerry's other hand finally released Murdock's ass and she caught his neck as Face had done. This time she replaced Face at her mouth for him, and she kissed him just as quickly.

"What about you?" Kerry breathed into his mouth. She didn't keep her eyes closed, which seemed to disconcert him as much as when Face opened his eyes. "What do you want, Murdock? How do you want it?"

She sounded as aroused as she had been earlier—maybe more, and that swayed him back from knowing there was going to be disappointment and analyzing that odd bubble in his stomach. There were so many things he would have liked to do, but he could only manage one right now—

"I want to go down on you," he answered, to which she paused before nodding.

Murdock's response was a surprise—what man turned down a fuck for muff diving?—and her pause like she was let down gave Face a moment to wonder.

Neither of them saw the squint of bewilderment on his face. Murdock crawled off her and took her hips, beginning to swing her perpendicular on the bed. The motion made Face scoot away too, towards the edge of the mattress, while Murdock continued,

"You know you like it."

"Oh, I know," Kerry replied. The slight disappointment may have just been Face's imagination, because her voice had dropped low in anticipation. Murdock's smile was genuine at her reply too.

As Murdock continued to shift her across the bed, Kerry tipped her head back to look at Face. "And you?" she asked. "What—"

She cut herself off with a gasp as Murdock slid down her body with his tongue, reaching the junction between her legs. Even as he settled between her thighs and lifted her slightly with hands under her hips, she tried to finish her question.

"—wh-what about—oh, oh god—god! Murdock! Oh—F-Face, what about—"

With the erotic display in front of him, it was difficult for him to concentrate on her stuttered question. He couldn't begin to dream how tough it was for her.

Kerry writhed and moaned under Murdock's tongue. For the moment, she couldn't speak. Face opened his mouth to breathe and watched a light sheen of sweat break out over her body. He suddenly realized he ached; he didn't know or care how to answer her fragmentary query. Release was paramount at the moment, and if he had to take care of that himself, that was fine right now.

He spit into his left hand and grasped his cock, giving it a quick pull before gripping it more tightly for stronger friction.

The moan he couldn't contain snapped her back to him.

"M-Murdock, wait—wait," she said, entangling his hair with her fingers and forcibly slowing him down from the attention he was bestowing on her pussy. He complied, but didn't move away. Kerry reached out for Face. Her fingers curled around his thigh. "Is a blowjob okay? Can I do that for you?"

He loosened his hold a bit, willing himself to relax. "Yeah. Oh yeah."

He left the bed completely to retrieve a condom. While he stood and rolled it over himself, she pulled herself backwards to the edge of the mattress so her head hung over the side. She looked up at him upside down, grinning as he stepped closer, his cock nearer to her mouth.

Murdock was slower to move with her. Face tore his gaze away from her almost taking him between her lips and met Murdock's eyes.

"Is this okay?" he was compelled to ask, needing to make sure before it went any further. The note of pleading evident in his voice was borderline pathetic, and he didn't know what he'd do if Murdock told him no.

Murdock didn't deny him. "Yeah, it's cool, Faceman," he replied hoarsely. "Like Kerry said earlier—that is really hot."

Face flashed him a quick smile, hoping his friend knew the exhibition he'd given was one of the reasons Face was so turned on right now too. Then he pushed forward and Kerry's mouth engulfed him, and he was lost.

Even through the rubber he felt like he was on fire. This position, with her hanging over the bed, opened her throat and the entire length of his cock was swallowed up. He tried hard not to choke her and didn't force himself balls deep with each thrust, but it was increasing difficult to maintain that control. He didn't know if words were coming out of his mouth or just guttural noises of pleasure.

When Kerry reached around behind him to grab his ass again to pull him deeper in, he braced himself against the mattress with stiff arms.

At some point her mouth did loosen around his cock; through a haze he realized that Murdock had gone back to tonguing her clit and pussy. The two rhythms—Murdock's down below and hers at Face's cock—weren't the same, so occasionally Kerry groaned and arched her back in odds of the pace she tried to maintain while she sucked him.

It didn't matter. Even with the uneven tempo Face couldn't hold back much longer. Once again, he tried to control himself. Instinct was difficult to override, however, and he thrust wildly into her mouth as he climaxed, crying out harshly.

Kerry didn't move until she felt the last contractions of his ejaculation subside. Shuddering, he stepped slightly away and let her twist until her head was on the bed again.

Carefully—he was always sensitive after orgasm, especially an intense one—he climbed back beside her. She shifted until she was proper on the bed again, her head on the pillow. Murdock had readjusted too, and was half sitting up, propped on the headboard. His arm was under her shoulders and the top sheet had been pulled up to his waist.

The pounding in his ears slowly abated, and as Face drowsily peeled the soiled condom off to wipe himself off with a tissue he heard Murdock ask,

"How many times did you come?"

"Twice."

"Hmm . . . I could have done better."

A tendril of guilt threaded through Face. He'd been so centered on himself, he hadn't even realized she'd come—

"What about you? What can I do for you?" Kerry asked determinedly.

Murdock tried to wave the question off. "It's not necessary, you know that—"

"No," she insisted, sitting up beside him. "Not good enough. I'm going to do something—"

As Murdock shook his head, Face had the sneaking suspicion that this was a common discussion between the two of them.

Kerry didn't take his head shake for an answer. "Lay back," she insisted. "Even if you don't get off, I'll make you feel good."

With only a little more protest, Murdock complied. Face unobtrusively tried to hand her the other condom, but she refused it such a look of distain on her face that it surprised him.

Kerry slid down Murdock's side without explanation to Face and smoothly started another blow job. It was less aggressively pornographic than what she'd just finished with Face. Murdock tipped his head back on the headboard and gasped very quietly with the strokes of her mouth. His hand pinned her hair out of the way at the nape of her neck.

Once again Face watched the scene before him. It was gentle, not overwhelmingly raunchy as it had been before, and he felt like a third wheel. To counteract the out of place feeling, he slid his hand over Kerry's ass, resting it on the swell of her hip.

She batted him away.

Stung, he pulled back and wondered if this was the point that he should just leave. As he was trying to get up the nerve to slink out of the bed, however, Murdock bucked slightly. The mattress shifted as he did, and it moved him towards the middle of the bed, towards her.

Face didn't miss the white-knuckled grip Murdock had on her hair, and tried not to be a distraction. When his thigh met hers, though, Kerry turned her head to him.

Although the intimate blow wasn't as stirring as some of the other images from tonight, the string of semen and spit falling from her mouth to Murdock's stomach made the slow burn of arousal start in his stomach again. He reached out to wipe it away, and he was swatted away a second time. Before he could be too offended, however, Murdock asked him for a tissue.

Wordlessly he stretched backwards to the bedside table to pick one out of the box. He handed it to Murdock, careful now not to touch Kerry.

"Thanks."

Face nodded. He flipped to his back to allow them some privacy in mopping up. His mind swirled now with questions as to what to do next. Something happened. He didn't know what it was, but in the recent course of things he'd done something to upset Kerry. Maybe Murdock too; with the exception of the tissue request, his friend hadn't made eye contact with him for a bit.

Inwardly he groaned. That was the problem with this sort of thing. Unexpected hurts, discomforted feelings afterward, no matter what people said beforehand about it not being a problem. He knew that! He knew that! And yet here he was, lying awkwardly in bed with two people that he'd been comfortable lying in bed platonically with before. He was stupid and knew Hannibal was right: he took too much direction from his dick. Even though he knew, he knew¸ this sort of situation always seemed to end up this way. Once his brain was overridden by lust he had no control.

As hard as he'd tried, he'd managed to fuck this entire state of affairs to an even shittier resolution.

This wasn't going to go over well with the boss.

Face allowed a second groan to escape his lips, and ran his hands down his face, hard. He sat up abruptly, startling the two beside him.

"Hey Face, lay back down," Murdock said sleepily. He'd re-adjusted to lay back down flat on the bed. Kerry had settled against his friend, and didn't look over at him.

"No—no, I should go."

He wasn't forceful enough, because Murdock insisted, "No, you should stay. Seriously."

Face ignored him and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. If he hadn't been so sated from the sex and so mixed-up from the thoughts afterward, he'd have made it out completely before Murdock grabbed his arm.

"Come on, Face, please," he persisted.

When Face didn't turn back, the mattress shifted and dipped as Murdock climbed over his girlfriend to get between the two of them. He didn't let Face's arm go, which, Face thought, was smart on his part because without a tether, Face would have bolted.

Murdock didn't force him to turn back. "I don't want you to think you have to go."

That's exactly what he thought.

"Please?"

Kerry hadn't said anything, and if Murdock couldn't feel the loathing rolling off her towards Face, Face thought maybe his friend was having sensory deficits. Murdock squeezed his arm encouragingly.

With a sigh, Face looked at Murdock. The pilot wore a concerned but hopeful expression. He mouthed the word "please!" again, and once more, Face made a decision not based on his better judgment.

Hell, what was one more time? he figured. How deep could he dig his own grave?

Murdock's face lit up as Face nodded resignedly and pulled himself back onto the bed. Murdock didn't move back over but stayed in the middle. Face was glad for that; it lent the air of normalcy to the situation. Face realized it was still fucked up normalcy, but he'd take that right now.

Murdock curled back around his girlfriend. Face, although he was more comfortable with the sleeping order now, still couldn't bring himself to take his typical position against Murdock. Instead, he turned over to lay back to back with his friend. There were no complaints from the pilot about that, so Face figured some of Kerry's abhorrence had seeped through to Murdock.

He reached out of bed to flick off the light.

Even though he generally fell asleep quickly after a sex-romp, tonight Face lay awake a long time.