AN: This is another one to skip if you're not comfortable with sex. Jumbelle: Jefferson/Gold/Belle three way, Sequel to Three is not a Crowd, which you can find on my Tumblr. Username: CrankyNerdGirl. It's not that this story doesn't make sense without the prequel, it's just PwP without the build-in. Anyway, if you're still reading, enjoy! (NC-17)
Belle was just about fed up with her men; Rumpelstiltskin would forget his own cane if he could manage more than half a dozen steps without it, always caught up scheming and thinking about his plans to the point of mundane distraction, and Jefferson was always so skittish — so unsure if he was really welcome — that (unless Rumpelstiltskin remembered to invite him over outright) he'd circle the block three times before (maybe) knocking. She'd had as much Mother Goosing them into couple's activities as she could take; it would be so much easier if Rumpelstiltskin would just tell the Hatter that he loved him, or if the Hatter would do the same. Instead, they passed their unwritten love notes through her, and Belle — though it was phenomenal to be adored by two such strong, different men — was just about done playing delivery girl.
So, on the night of Mr. Gold's 50th Birthday, Belle contrived to send the kids off with their maternal grandparents and made plans to stay in.
She had Jefferson arrive early — he was independently wealthy and practically lived with them anyway, work was the farthest thing from his mind. Her poor Rumpelstiltskin wouldn't be in until after seven — no matter the occasion, he liked to stay busy. Belle thought she could have sweet-talked him into coming home early, but that would have ruined the surprise.
"Are you sure this is alright?" the Hatter asked, her nervously pacing as she put the finishing touches on their dinner.
"Yes, Jefferson. For the last time, you are part of this family."
"It's just that he didn't invite me…"
"I'm inviting you. Honestly, Jefferson, he likes you."
"Are you sure the Charmings can handle all three of them for the night?"
"They've never had a problem before," she soothed, slicing up mushrooms for their steaks. Rumpelstiltskin had fairly simple tastes, which he liked to see executed elegantly: a steak with sauteed mushrooms, salad, and a fine wine suited him perfectly.
"I just—"
"Jefferson," she interrupted, exasperated at last. "I know I'm just the extra guest in the bed from your point of view, but I'm telling you that we want you here. You have to learn to trust me a little bit."
"I… you think I don't like you?"
"Not as much as you like him," Belle replied, sliding her chopped mushrooms into the frying pan. Rumpelstiltskin was due home any minute. "But that's OK," she continued, turning to cup his cheek. "Because I like you, and you and Grace are part of this family for as long as you want to be, alright?"
Belle turned back to the stove, which was easy enough to work with once she'd mastered the knobs. They had their entrees broiling, ready to come out and rest in the next three minutes, a bowl of mixed greens and dressing, sauteed mushrooms, and a loaf of crusty, fresh-baked bread. All they needed was the birthday boy.
"Belle…" Jefferson started, sounding half-mad. "I… I adore you. And Grace loves you too, it's just… you're his."
"That she is," growled the gentle brogue of Mr. Gold from the kitchen doorway. He'd taken them by surprise, a testament to his grace and dexterity — even with the aid of his cane. "Are we having a party, dearies?"
"Something like that," Belle grinned, spinning to see him. Her pale blue sundress twirled around her legs, and her smile brightened the room. "It's your birthday!"
"Is it?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, shrugging off his suit jacket. "Dinner smells lovely."
"It is according to Regina's made-up dates," Jefferson confirmed, smiling bashfully. "And even if it isn't really, happy un-birthday anyway."
They settled in for a lovely meal together, discussing their children and anything else that came to mind. The wine flowed freely, and by the end of it all three of them were anxious to retreat to the California King bed in Mr. Gold's lavish bedroom.
"So what were you saying about being his?" Belle whispered, pressing her lips to Jefferson's neck.
Gold loosed a low, rough growl from his seat on the edge of the bed. They knew how much he liked to watch the younger man fuck his wife, taking control of both of them until he was ready to sate his own desire in whatever way he liked best.
Belle wriggled in Jefferson's arms, slipping out of her dress to reveal that she wore nothing underneath, and Jefferson wrapped his hands around her from behind. His mouth pressed long, hot kisses to her neck as his hands roamed the expanse of her pale skin. He needed this, the intimacy and closeness of it all. Belle liked him. Belle wanted him to stay with them. Rumpelstiltskin had his unwavering trust, but Belle was the one who held them both in the palm of her hand. That she found him worthy was all he'd ever needed to know, and the way she was with Grace…
Alice would have loved her. And if Alice couldn't be there to help their little girl in the world, then he was damn lucky to find someone so kind and intelligent willing to stand up and help without fashioning herself into a replacement.
Gold moaned from his place on the bed, stripping down to his boxers, giving them both a show that made their hearts race. He looked soid, lean and strong. His body was older, but the power and carriage of the man — always offset by a pair of dark, intense eyes — stirred Belle and Jefferson to the point of insanity. The Hatter's hands descended as he dipped his fingers into Belle, giving her what she needed while Gold taunted them.
When he was done undressing, Gold circled them and finally began to undress Jefferson from behind as the Hatter happily fingered his wife. She was panting heavily, grinding against his hand, as both men stood — finally — sporting only a pair of tented undergarments.
"Not yet," Gold groaned, grinding himself into Jefferson and pulling the younger man's hand away from Belle.
"Please," she breathed, turning to face them. Jefferson wrapped his arms around her, nestling himself between them, and Belle pressed a peck to his cheek before capturing Rumpelstiltskin's mouth in a searing kiss.
"But it's my birthday, pet," the older man grinned when they parted for air.
Belle immediately turned her attention to Jefferson, gifting him with an equally intense kiss. All he wanted in the world was to lay her down and make love to her like she wanted him to, but the only man in the world for whom he would curb his activities has his hand wrapped deliciously around the base of his cock and was cupping his balls from behind. They both knew who held the real power in the room, and Jefferson bucked forward into Gold's hands, silently begging on his own behalf too.
"Let us spoil you for a change," grinned Belle, running her fingers down Rumpelstiltskin's neck.
"What did you have in mind?" he choked out, voice throaty as Jefferson snuck his own hands behind him to stroke the other man's throbbing cock.
"Just lie back and let us take care of you, baby," Belle replied, leading the pair of them back to the bed.
Belle settled herself between Rumpelstiltskin's legs licking and nipping at his thighs, and Jefferson joined her, adding his own tongue to the mix. Between the two of them, alternating between light licking, fluttering kisses and deep, strong sucking, they had the Spinner reduced to nearly nonsensical bliss.
The Hatter wasn't sure what she had in mind, but then she swung herself around, offering her husband access to her ass and pussy while her mouth continued to tease him from astride his torso. When Jefferson saw what she was doing, he dipped his finger to the rim of Gold's ass and pushed gently, asking permission. He was met with a gasping yes, and that was all he needed to continue.
Rumpelstiltskin thrust into Belles mouth and hands, burying his face in her hot wetness. Jefferson heard her climax more than he saw it, and he felt Gold resume his frantic attentions as he prepared him to be mounted. By the time Jefferson was satisfied that Gold could take him, Belle had recovered from her pleasure enough to quicken her long, deep strokes, swallowing as much of her husband as she could and pumping the rest with her hands.
Jefferson eased Rumpelstiltskin's good leg over his shoulder, careful of his old war wound, and slowly sheathed himself in the hot, tight body of his lover. The other man gripped him like a vice, and they three of them carefully built up a rhythm that had the pawnbroker begging for release.
Belle's eyes met Jefferson's, and they coordinated their efforts: she swirled her tongue around his tip, stroking him in time with the Hatter's deep thrusts, and Rumpelstiltskin fell to pieces on the bed with Jefferson finishing inside him. Belle licked Gold clean, swallowing everything he gave her, and the three of them collapsed, exhausted, on the sheets.
"Happy Birthday," Belle whispered, kissing each of them lazily.
"Indeed," grinned Gold, eyes heavy.
Belle nestled her head under Gold's chin, and Jefferson wrapped himself around the petite woman, holding on to her like a life preserver. She loved him, and she trusted him to be part of this — their special night. Next time, he would find a way to make it special for her. To thank her for being the one thing, besides Grace and Bae, that kept both of them sane in this magical, terrible, wonderful, place.
Fin.
