Treviso, part 2
They went for a car trip the next day, and it was fun to explore the area, with its plethora of historic Chantry buildings and fortresses. Megan kept being overwhelmed by the amount of priceless art and fine architecture on display in Antiva, which the locals seemed to take completely for granted. Back home in Ferelden, every single one of those masterpieces would have been placed in a museum and surrounded by tourist traps. Here, people just went on with their lives and mostly ignored it all.
They stopped for lunch at a small restaurant in the hills and feasted on pasta and fresh vegetables, followed by a delicious creamy dessert and a tiny cup of strong, black coffee. On their way home, they passed a beautiful old villa and stopped to take a tour of the gardens, marvelling at the colourful flowers and the graceful fountains. It was amazing, all of it, but the roads were narrow and winding and their car small and cramped. When they finally returned home in the late afternoon, Megan was glad for a chance to take a refreshing dip in the pool and stretch out on a deckchair in the shady courtyard.
Carver and Nate followed her lead, and soon Zevran and Anders joined them, each with a glass of wine. The sun was just beginning to set, and it was still almost too warm outside, but they were all starting to get used to the weather. And of course, Zevran didn't mind at all. He was in his element here.
"Antiva is so lovely, Zev. I think it might be my favourite place in all the world." Megan smiled at him, but Zevran shook his head.
"I don't disagree, but you look tired, cara." He got down on one knee next to her deckchair, with a worried frown on his face, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Is everything all right?"
Megan grimaced, rolling her head from side to side, trying to work out the kinks in her neck. "Ugh. That road trip was great, but my neck is a mess."
"What you need," Zevran declared with an expansive gesture, "is a massage. And I'd be happy to help you out."
"A massage? Really?" She rolled her eyes at him, remembering all too well how his massages tended to end. "Just that? No ulterior motives?"
"Just a massage." Zevran grinned. "I promise I'll be good. Unless you'd prefer me to be bad, of course."
"Zev!" Megan was torn between laughter and annoyance. But at the same time, she had to admit that his suggestion sounded tempting. The mere thought of Zevran's strong, capable hands kneading her tense muscles, working their magic on her aching back…
"I really don't know." Megan glanced at Nate to gauge his reaction, relieved to find that he looked more amused than irritated. "If you promise…"
Zevran nodded, his expression suitably sober and restrained now, but she still hesitated. Did he really just want to help her relax? Or did he have other plans? This was Zevran, after all. When she tried to read his face, he gave her his best innocent look. Of course that told her exactly nothing about his true intentions.
She was still dithering, when Nate lay back in his chair with an audible sigh. "Go ahead, Zevran."
"I beg your pardon?" Zevran threw him a sly look. "What did you say?"
"Go ahead," Nate repeated. "We're all grown-ups here. Surely we can behave accordingly."
Zevran opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then got to his feet instead. "I'll be back in a minute, cara."
While he was gone, Megan caught Carver's eye. He'd been very quiet the whole time, and he looked… wary. Not quite comfortable with the situation, but not exactly unhappy either. "Carver? Is this okay?"
He nodded, blushing slightly. "Sure. It's just a massage, after all."
"Exactly." Anders' smile was a tad malicious. "No need to worry."
Moments later Zevran reappeared carrying a thick, fluffy towel and a bottle of almond oil. Spreading the towel on his deck chair, he motioned for Megan to come over and lie down on her stomach. She did so, wincing when her stiff neck muscles reminded her why she had agreed to this in the first place.
Zevran straddled her back and then deftly undid the clasp of her bikini, baring her back completely. Megan heard Nate's soft gasp, and she almost protested, but then she changed her mind. She was lying face down, after all, and besides, it wasn't as if there was anybody here who wasn't familiar with her breasts. Well, except for Anders, and she had it on good authority that he wouldn't be too interested anyway.
Either way, Zevran had full access to her back now, and he immediately set to the task, digging his fingers deep into her aching muscles. It was almost too much at first, but his hands soon found a rhythm, smoothing away the pain with long, sure strokes. The oil was warm from the sun, and it felt wonderfully soothing and decadent, its subtle fragrance adding to the peaceful and relaxed atmosphere. Within minutes, Megan felt her body grow warm and heavy and pliant under Zevran's skilled hands.
He seemed to sense the change in her, and his grip slowly grew gentler and more sensuous as she melted into his touch. His hands were so soft, and so very capable, and it felt good, so good, in more ways than one. Megan lost herself in his touch, too far gone to realise she was moaning with abandon, until Carver's hoarse voice tore her out of her reverie.
"Damn it, Megan." His voice sounded strained.
She opened her eyes to find Nate staring at her, his eyes dark and a little wild, with a very visible bulge in his boxers. Anders was hovering close to him, grinning slyly. And Megan knew she really ought to call a halt now, before they got to a point of no return, but-
Just then, Zevran stopped, exhaling slowly, his hand resting on her back a tad longer than appropriate, "All right, cara. Let's leave it at that, or things might get out of hand after all."
He was clearly aiming for a light tone, but Megan wasn't fooled. She knew him well enough to recognize the tiny tremor in his voice. He was clearly just as turned on as she was, if not more so.
"Well, what if they got out of hand?" Anders was smiling provocatively. "I, for one, could handle it, and I'm pretty sure so could Zev. As for the three of you..." He threw Nate a suggestive look from under his long blond lashes. "That's up to you to decide."
Megan slowly pushed herself up on her elbows, all the time holding Nate's gaze. He looked feverish and very much aroused, as he glanced over her shoulder at Carver. Carver, who was just as worked up, judging from his quick, laboured breathing.
"Turn over, Meg." Nate's voice had dropped to a husk. "Now."
She hesitated, but before she could make up her mind, a large, warm hand settled on her hip, nudging her until she rolled over on her back. Carver. He was staring at her with barely contained desire, worshipping her with his eyes. Megan lay back with a happy sigh, revelling in Zevran's sharp intake of breath when his hands came to rest on her stomach, only inches from her hard, taut nipples.
"Go on, Zevran." Nate's voice was low, but it easily carried over to them. "Give her what she wants."
Zevran didn't have to be asked twice. With a happy sigh, he cupped a breast in each hand, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making her shudder all over. He smiled at that, and repeated the caress, more insistent this time, then rolled her nipple gently between his fingertips. Megan cried out, arching up below him, and at the same time she felt Carver's hand trailing up her thighs, all the way up until his fingers were pushing aside her bikini bottoms to brush against her soaked curls.
"Carver. Yes." Eagerly, she moved into his touch, willing him to go further, because she was so very wet already and she needed more.
Carver obliged, pushing two fingers deep inside her, finding the right spot with the ease of long practice, and at the same time, Zevran pinched her nipples, just this side of painful, and she whined with delight.
Zevran pulled back a little, settling on his haunches, watching her with an indulgent smile. He looked gorgeous, in nothing but a pair of red trunks, his cock straining against the thin material, his skin golden in the sunlight. And next to him Carver was just as lovely, his skin a shade darker, his body far bulkier but no less attractive. And he really, really needed to ditch his shorts, now.
Zevran seemed to have read her mind. "I think she wants you naked." Before Carver had time to protest, Zevran had already reached over and pulled the shorts down, giving him two long, firm strokes. Carver groaned, deep in his throat and Megan couldn't help but whimper in response.
"Mhmm, lovely." Zevran laughed softly. "Such a magnificent specimen you are, my dear."
"Isn't he?" Watching them was hot, Megan had to admit, more than hot, but there was something else she wanted to do first, something she had missed more than she cared to admit. In one graceful move, she rolled over on her stomach again, then propped herself up on her hands and knees. "Zev. Take those off." She gestured at his trunks.
Zevran complied willingly, which was good, because she was really craving him so badly now, the taste of him on her lips, the weight of his cock on her tongue. Carver's hand was back between her legs, caressing her expertly, and at the same time, Zevran arranged himself carefully so she could take him. To anyone who didn't know him, he would have appeared utterly calm and collected as he did so. But Megan knew. She knew him well enough to spot the tiny signs, the faint lines of tension around his eyes and mouth, the barely perceptible trembling in his thighs. He wanted this, wanted her, just as much as he always had.
Just then, she heard Nate moan, and when she looked up, she saw that Anders had joined him on his chair, nudging him aside so he could embrace him from behind. So that's how it is. Then again, Nate deserved a little trip down memory lane as well. And besides, she really had no objection to watching him with Anders. Well, then… With a happy sigh, Megan sucked Zevran's cock in, as deeply as she could.
Nate couldn't take his eyes off the scene unfolding right before him: Megan's face, flushed and happy, her cheeks hollowed as she took Zevran deep, and Carver at her side, watching her with an awed expression on his face, as if he had trouble believing his eyes.
And then there was Anders, right behind him, with both hands on his shoulders, whispering in his ear. "Aren't they hot together?"
He nodded, tongue-tied, unable to speak as Anders' hand trailed down his chest, tangling in the dark curls. No matter what he'd told Carver the day before, Nate hadn't seen this coming. He'd never have expected Meg and Carver to play along, but even less had he thought that he himself would want this. And yet, watching Megan's lips close around Zevran's cock, hearing her moan– that was incredibly hot, hotter than it should be, probably.
Not to mention Anders, close and warm behind him; Anders whose long graceful fingers were now wrapped around his cock, pumping gently; Anders whose breathless voice in his ear made him tremble. "Nate. Maker, I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too." Nate moaned, but just then, Carver looked up from Megan's body. When he saw what Anders was doing, his eyes widened, and he tensed visibly. Nate cursed under his breath. Clearly, they needed to use their words if this was supposed to work.
"What is it?" Anders' hand stilled. "Is there a problem?"
"No. Yes. I…" Nate took a deep breath. "Just how far do we want this to go? I mean, we can't just-"
"Oh. I see." Anders laughed softly. "Well, how far do you want it to go?"
"I'm not sure. I mean, with no protection and…" Nate let his voice trail off. He couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten.
Anders shrugged, still unfazed. "Well, if that's all you're worried about, you can relax. Zev and I are both clean." Already, his hand was resuming its slow, steady movement.
"And you expect me to just take your word for that?" Nate caught Anders' wrist, arching an eyebrow at him. "With your history, and Zevran's to boot?"
"Of course I do!" Anders did actually look indignant. "Maker, Nate, I'm a doctor, or at least as good as. Don't you think you can trust me to be responsible? Besides-" He cleared his throat. "Zev and I have been pretty much exclusive for the past ten months."
"Really?" It was Megan's turn to pause in what she was doing to Zevran, gazing up at his face with an expression of sheer surprise that made Nate snicker.
"Ah, cara, what can I say?" Zevran seemed almost embarrassed by the admission. "I'm not getting any younger. And Anders-" He exchanged a warm glance with his lover, but at the same time, he cupped her cheek, gently guiding her mouth back where he wanted it. "Well, let's just say I'm perfectly content with the way things are right now."
"See?" Anders had resumed his caresses again, and Nate moaned happily. Damn. He remembers. He still knows what I like. "Of course, if you're still worried, we can take it slow and stick to the basics."
Nate hesitated. It was tempting to throw all caution to the wind, but he wasn't the only one whose feelings mattered in this. "Carver? What do you think? Is this okay? Do you want more?"
"I…" Carver swallowed hard. "This is fine. Hot even. But… I don't think I can handle more. You know, like-" He broke off, but his meaning was clear. Third base only. No penetration.
"All right." Nate nodded at Carver. "Tell me if you want us to stop, okay?" Some small part of him was disappointed, there was no denying it, but at the same time, he couldn't blame Carver. He knew he himself wouldn't be okay with it if Zev and Megan went any further.
Besides, Anders had always been amazingly good with his hands. And his mouth, the voice inside his head supplied. Either way, his skill was unlikely to have suffered in Zevran's company. He leant back into Anders' embrace, his body tingling with anticipation. "Go on. Do your worst."
"Oh, don't worry." Anders lips were soft against his neck. "I will."
Carver was feeling both confused and horny – it was a lot like being a teenager, really. Of course, if he'd still been a teenager, he'd already have come at least twice. Even so… he was pretty close to coming from watching alone.
Taking a few deep, controlled breaths, he forced himself to focus on Megan. She was wholly beautiful like this, her lovely mouth wrapped firmly around Zevran's cock again, her hand trailing up his thighs to help things along. It wouldn't be long now, if Carver was any judge. Zevran's whole body was practically vibrating, his muscles tense under his gorgeous golden skin, his eyes half-closed. For a heartbeat, Carver almost envied Megan. To be the one who put that expression on Zevran's face, to taste him, to feel that smooth skin under his hands… – wait a minute! Where had that line of thought come from? He frowned.
Carver had never considered himself attracted to Zevran. He knew Zevran was hot, of course – he'd have had to be blind not to notice. He'd simply never… entertained the notion at all. He had Megan and Nate, after all, and it wasn't as if they couldn't satisfy him. Besides, Zevran was with Anders. And while he'd been aware of his two lovers' past and the remaining attraction they felt for Zevran and Anders, he'd never expected anything to come from it. He hadn't even been particularly jealous. The past was the past, after all, and it wasn't as if he'd never slept with anyone else.
And yet, now that they'd taken the leap, Carver found that not only did he not mind, but it was actually immensely exciting. To watch Megan pleasure Zevran, to hear Nate's moans when Anders took hold of him, that was hot, hotter than he could have imagined. Not something he'd want or need on a daily basis, but now that they were here, he might as well enjoy it.
Zevran was moaning unrestrainedly now, his hands balled into fists, his hips moving involuntarily as Megan sucked harder. Her hand had disappeared between his legs, and Carver had a fair idea what she was doing there. And she was enjoying herself immensely, judging from how wet she was, how tightly she was clenching around his fingers. She felt good, so good, and she looked amazing, too, her back arched, her skin flushed and rosy.
But Zevran was the one he couldn't take his eyes off; Zevran who was getting close, so close; Zevran who had started to beg now, in a low, hoarse voice that did interesting things to Carver's insides.
"Megan, please, just… don't stop… just a little more." He was almost babbling, trembling all over, and now Carver could no longer make out the words, because he'd shifted to Antivan, and Maker, that sounded even hotter.
Just then, Megan somehow managed to suck him in even deeper, with a stifled moan that was immensely erotic, and Zevran lost it. Carver watched in awe as he poured himself down Megan's throat, almost sobbing with relief. So hot. Megan patiently licked him through his orgasm, laughing softly as she did so.
"Megan. Thank you." As soon as Zevran could speak again, he bent down to kiss her, chasing his taste in her mouth, and Carver felt that kiss all through his body.
Right then, Zevran's gaze fell on him, hot and languid like a caress. "And you, Carver. Thank you." The little, respectful nod that accompanied his words did more to reassure Carver than hours of discussion could have. "It's Megan's turn now, I think."
Zevran bent down to whisper something in Megan's ear, and she shuddered all over. "Yes. Oh yes."
She dropped to her stomach with a sigh of relief, then quickly rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide. And Carver didn't miss a beat, bending down to run his tongue through her folds, eager to taste her wetness. Megan cried out, arching up high, but Zevran kept a firm hold of her, his fingers teasing her nipples to full hardness. She was whining impatiently, shifting around to have Carver's mouth exactly where she wanted it, but he wasn't about to let her come straight away. Patiently, he teased her, with little licks and flutters, until she was tense with anticipation. It was delicious and perfect, and he loved every minute of it.
But just as he was finally ready to let her go, he felt Zevran's hand on his shoulder. "Not quite yet, I think." Zevran's eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Allow me?"
"Oh. Yeah, why not?" He grinned at Megan's vocal protests as they turned her around.
And now his mouth was on her breasts, and Zevran was between her legs, an expression of sheer enjoyment on his face as he dove in. Looking up, Carver saw that Anders had moved and was now kneeling before Nate, bending down to breathe a kiss on the tip of his cock, and Maker, the expression on Nate's face was incredible, all tension and anticipation, his eyes almost feverish. It was enough to push Carver within an inch of losing control.
Zevran, who had paused to follow his gaze, was laughing softly. "Ah, how lovely. Someone is in for a treat, no?"
Just then, Nate gasped hard, his fist tightening in Anders' fine blond hair, and Carver almost forgot how to breathe. But he forced himself to focus on Megan, who was close to the limit again, and he wondered whether Zevran was done teasing her yet. Probably not. Sure enough, Zevran pulled back right then with a wide grin, giving him a quick wink. Carver understood without words. Once again, they traded places, once again, he had his mouth on Megan's hot core, slick and sweet and wonderful. She had to be overstimulated to the point of pain now, her hands tightening in his hair as she practically begged him to be allowed to come. And he didn't have it in him to deny her.
This time, when her breathing quickened again, he pushed a finger deep inside her, smiling at her answering gasp. Megan. I love you so much. Slowly, he curved his finger inwards, and at the same time, he sucked, just once, but it was enough to push her over the edge. Zevran was there to kiss her and take her cry from her lips as she arched up impossibly high, her whole body trembling with the force of her orgasm. It was the single most beautiful thing Carver had ever seen.
He didn't have time to let her come down gently, pushing her aside as soon as she opened her eyes. By now, he was so worked up that when Zevran reached out to touch him, it only took a few firm strokes for him to come. And Carver came so hard he saw stars, so hard that he lost track of time for a moment, and when he finally came to his senses, he felt a blush creep up his neck. He was pretty sure he'd shouted Zevran's name, and he wasn't sure-
"Meg? Are you all right?" He felt bad for getting carried away so completely, but to his relief, she was smiling.
"Never been better. Now-" She wiggled around and turned over so she could have a better view of Nate and Anders. "Let's enjoy the show."
And what a show it was! Now that his first urgent arousal was sated, Carver could sit back and appreciate the scenario. It was definitely worth watching. Nate was wholly lost in what Anders was doing to him, his eyes closed tightly, his whole body buzzing with need.
For a heartbeat, Carver wondered whether he should be jealous. Some part of him wanted to shove Anders aside and take his place, even as another part of him appreciated the chance to watch Nate come undone in such glorious detail, without any distractions.
Megan seemed to read his thoughts, reaching up to stroke his cheek with unexpected tenderness. "Hey. Let Nate have his fun. It's going to be all right, don't worry."
Next to him, Zevran made a small, affirmative noise. "He's all yours, my dear. See?"
When Carver looked up, Nate had opened his eyes, and he was looking straight at Carver, holding his gaze, smiling, even as he was struggling to keep his hips still. And Carver knew with sudden clarity that none of this mattered in the long run, that Nate belonged with him and Megan and that there was no need to be concerned. They held each other's gaze, never wavering, up until the moment when Nate had to look away, his head sinking back as he came into Anders' willing mouth, his whole body wracked with shudders. It was so hot that Carver was just about ready to go again by the time Nate had stopped shaking.
Then, to his surprise, Nate's gaze switched to Zevran. "Zev. Come here." He pulled Anders up on the deckchair next to him, indicating for Zevran to join them with a small tilt of his head. And Zevran was only too eager. Together, the two of them teamed up on Anders, stroking, licking, suckling him to an orgasm that looked pretty damn amazing, even from the outside. Entranced, Carver watched Anders come, sobbing and shaking, his fingers firmly intertwined with Zevran's even as Nate was pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss. It was wholly beautiful and insanely hot at the same time.
When Carver turned his head to look at Megan, she was smiling dreamily. "Wow." Her laugh was soft and warm in his ear. "That was… quite something, don't you think?"
"Yeah. Quite." Carver knew he didn't sound particularly eloquent, but he didn't care. "I love you, Meg. You know that, right?"
"Of course I do." She got to her feet and extended her hand to help Nate to his feet. "Come on, guys. A shower first, and then dinner time, I think."
"Good idea." Pulling Carver into a loose embrace, Nate breathed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Hey. You okay?"
"Sure." Carver rested his head against Nate's shoulder for a moment, inhaling his scent.
Zevran and Anders were already reaching for their clothes, exchanging a quick smile. Clearly, everything was back to normal again.
And that's just as it should be. With a final pleasant shiver, Carver followed Nate into the house.
Huggles and thanks to my awesome beta suilven.