Birthday shout out to my dearest Paggers! Enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading.
I stretched and pulled John closer to me, leaving my arm draped across his belly. His bare skin was so warm, so soft. I dropped my chin against his freckled shoulder and placed a tiny kiss against his neck. He snuffled sleepily into my touch and lie himself flat and crooked in the middle of the bed. In the twilight of being half awake and half asleep everything was calm and perfect. Only our soft bed and love existed.
"You are awake, cher?" Lafayette whispered, tracing his fingertips over the arm I left across John.
I leaned up on my elbow and looked at him over our sleeping partner. Lafayette always looked so stunning in the mornings, hair wrapped under silk that matched his pajamas, his cheekbones the highlight of his visage, dark eyes framed like a stage by his thick lashes. John stirred, flexing to stretch and settling himself back into his slantwise position, his legs hooked over Lafayette's, his upper half against me. Lafayette mirrored my position.
"Morning, love." I grinned at him and moved my arm to twist my fingers through John's tangled curls.
"You slept well, no?" Lafayette played with John's hair along with me.
"I slept," I offered with a smirk and shushed John when I accidentally pulled a snag with my fingers, "what's on the docket today?"
"I am going to make breakfast for us soon, and then we will… I don't know… We will watch movies or play games." He dropped his hand from John's hair and placed it on his belly.
I picked up Lafayette's hand and stroked the back of it, "we'll think of something, I'm sure."
"It is just so unusual that the three of us share the same lazy day. The snow was such a gift." He pulled my hand to his lips and placed little kisses on each of my knuckles.
"It is." I agreed, smiling across John at him.
Lafayette bent over John's sleeping body and kissed me softly, even in the mornings he tasted like wine and cloves and pomegranates. I sighed into his kiss, savouring John's warmth between us.
"You do not have to work the cases today?" He frowned, knowing how often I brought my work home.
I could work, get ahead, I'd feel better if I did, but the pull of my two lovers was too entrancing, the papers tucked away in my briefcase would still be there later, besides, I'd stayed up late last night working, "no, it can wait."
He beamed a pleased smile at me and slipped quietly out of bed, disentangling himself from John's legs. Carefully and precisely, he tucked John in, nesting him in the blankets and crossed the room at the foot of the bed. He tucked me back in as well and bent down to kiss me again.
"Go back to sleep until there is breakfast. It is my desire to treat you both with the spoiling."
I chuckled at his broken English, amused that this morning he hadn't switched to the effortless French that we shared, but nodded. I rolled John to his side and spooned against him. Lafayette ran his fingers through my hair and crept out of the room. I pressed my body against John and inhaled deeply at the back of his neck, taking in the sweet grass and leather scent that he always held. He wriggled against me and started to wake up, he reached out and felt the cooling area of the mattress where Lafayette had been.
"Shh, sleep, mi amor." I whispered.
"Where's Laf?" He mumbled, flipping over to face me.
"Making us breakfast." I whispered.
"Hmm… okay… You stay here, though." He gripped my waist and nuzzled my chest, wrapping his arms around me.
I kissed the top of his head, "I'll stay, just ask and I'll stay."
I dozed as the smells of bread and chocolate filled our house. John's breathing was a metronome to me.
"Wake up mon amours." Lafayette crooned.
John stretched and reached out behind me for him, I heard the smack of their lips and smiled against John.
"Hi." John whispered to him.
"Is Alexander sleeping?" Lafayette asked him.
"No." I mumbled back.
"Come and have breakfast, my pets." Lafayette stroked my hair, brushing a strand behind my ear.
I sat up and kissed John's shoulder one final time before unravelling myself from him to get up. I followed to the kitchen and sat at the table before the great spread that Lafayette had filled it with. A steaming cup of coffee was situated at my place at the table. A tower of thickly cut brioche french toast sat on a plate at the center of the table next to a bowl of fruit salad, banana slices and whole strawberries, blackberry compote that was still warm, pots of custard and nutella, strawberry preserves from his last trip back home.
"Laf," I grinned, "you've outdone yourself."
"I love to cook for you." He shrugged it off.
John joined us once he had finished his morning routine of using the restroom and combing his wild hair. His mouth fell open seeing the meal that had been prepared for us.
"Laf, my goodness!" John sat at his place and smiled down at the mug of hot chocolate that waited for him.
Finally, Lafayette sat in his place and we began to pass food to one another across the table. I took a bite of french toast, laden with nutella and bananas and strawberries. It was impossible to stifle the moan that sprang from my lips.
"This is so good, lover." I sighed, once I'd swallowed a bite.
Lafayette grinned over his fork demurely, "feeding people I love is my greatest joy."
"It's really good, honey." John agreed.
I glanced at the harsh, white world outside and looked back at John and Lafayette, Lafayette spoke first, "we are going nowhere today, all of the transit has been shut down."
"It's okay, I'll take a snow day at home with you over almost anything." John shrugged.
We finished the beautiful meal that Lafayette had prepared and sat around the scavenged table together, "can I just say something?" I mused.
John snickered, "you're pregnant?"
I rolled my eyes and Lafayette chuckled confidently, "trust me, mon chou, if it were possible, we would know by now."
John bit back a giggle and Lafayette winked at me. I shrugged, not like he was wrong.
"No… I was just… I just love you guys. These quiet days remind me of how much I love us. I love our little unit. I get you both during the light of day so rarely that I just savour it when the opportunity presents itself."
"I love you, too, baby. Does this mean you don't have to work?" John asked me. Once I nodded he leaned in and kissed me while Laf's cold toes found my calf under the table and ran the length from my knee to ankle.
"Let us clean this up and we can watch a movie together." Lafayette pulled himself from the dreamy haze of our perfect morning and started to clear the table.
He disappeared into the kitchen and we heard the faucet turn on, John sprang from his seat, bolting into the kitchen, "don't you do it!"
"Quoi?"
"Don't wash dishes, it's not fair, you cooked."
"It is fine, pet."
"No!" John protested.
I held back a chuckle as they bickered over who got to wash the dishes, they were both silenced by a splash and then a gasp from Lafayette, and then uproarious giggling from John. I walked in to the kitchen and found Lafayette's front soaked, water dripping down his face and John holding an empty cup.
"I cannot believe you!" Lafayette grinned despite the seriousness in his words.
I sipped my coffee and observed the scene. Lafayette swiped his finger through leftover nutella from a plate and smeared it across John's face. John gasped and dunked the cup under the water in the sink, throwing another glass on Laf who sputtered and blinked. I was disappointingly nearly out of coffee, there was no way I'd venture in to get more.
"That's it!" Lafayette grinned with the countenance of a madman and took a handful of custard from the pot and slathered it over John's face and neck.
"Laf!" John whined through a giggle, wiping out spots for his eyes and mouth, "Alex, help!"
"Nope, this is between you two."
John reached behind him to the pot of nutella on the counter and smeared it over Lafayette's face where it clung to the manicured stubble that framed his face.
"You are a part of this!" Lafayette shouted to me.
Before I knew what happened a strawberry hit me in the face. I gasped and rushed in to the action, abandoning my coffee cup on the counter. I grabbed the sprayer from the sink and shot it down John's shirt. He gasped and wiped the remainder of the nutella on his hand onto my face. Lafayette pressed a banana slice into the sticky nutella on my cheek and added some of the blackberry compote. I wiped the custard from John's face onto Lafayette's on top of the nutella and felt a strawberry squish against my shoulder and turned back to see John looking too pleased with himself.
"You've gotta be kidding me," I sighed, realizing that I was now the target focus.
John laughed and started to slide in the water on the floor. Lafayette reached to catch him and right him, sliding in the process, he took me down with him. I tripped John and we were all on the floor, wet, cold, a mess of breakfast remains.
"You're both ridiculous." I laughed from where I sat against Lafayette's chest between his legs.
John who was lying his head against mine and Lafayette's thighs reached up and pulled down a piece of cold french toast and wiped it over Lafayette's face and then across mine and looked at his handiwork, I felt the clean spot on my face and peered back to see that Lafayette looked better, too. Contentedly, John took a bite of the toast and then wiped at his own face with it and took another bite. Lafayette and I looked on in bemused horror.
"What? It's still pretty good." John shrugged.
Lafayette dropped his head back against the cabinet under the sink and reached up for the pot of nutella and the plate of strawberries. I ignored the fingermarks in the nutella. Laf swirled one of the berries in the chocolate and held it by the crown of leaves and fed it to me. I smiled up at him as I chewed. He fed me another, and then John - who had finished his toast - one.
We sat together and surveyed our mess and the mess we'd made of each other and burst into a fit of giggles.
"I'll go run us a bath if you gentlemen want to start with this." Lafayette told us.
"We can do that." I agreed and let him up.
John sat on the counter and patted at his face with a paper towel while I ran a dish towel over the floor to pick up some of the water, wringing it out several times before the two full glasses worth were cleaned up.
"Come here," John instructed me gently.
I let him wipe my face, getting most of the sticky substances off. He kissed my clean face and hopped off the counter to wash the dishes while I turned my attention to wiping breakfast condiments off of the cabinetry. I nudged John to the side to wipe the cabinet he stood in front of. Once I'd wiped away the remnants of blackberry away I turned my attention to kiss his hip, hooking my thumb in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down enough to suckle at the soft angle of his hip bone.
"Chers!" Lafayette called to us, "the bath is ready."
"Come on, mi amor." I took John by the hand and we went to the bathroom, Lafayette waited for us in the large jacuzzi tub, one of the greatest selling points of the unit when we moved, somewhere that we could all easily fit. He was noticeably cleaner, I assumed that he'd washed his face while the tub filled.
I took John's hand and we got into the tub on either side of Lafayette and snuggled against him, the jets were inviting. I closed my eyes while Lafayette washed John's hair and dozed without realizing until I felt John run a washcloth over my chest.
"Baby," John stroked my cheek with a damp hand and I blinked until the world focused and looked at him.
Armed with a washcloth, he washed nutella out of my goatee and eyebrows. Once he was pleased with a job well done he kissed me. I kissed him back, passion consuming me. His mouth was soft and open, his tongue warm and probing. Lafayette moaned a low tone and sponged at us with the washcloths in the tub, mumbling sweet nothings to us in French. I reached through the water to stroke at Lafayette, unsurprised to find him hard already. John splashed water as he reached blindly to find one of Lafayette's nipples, never breaking our kiss.
Laf tapped me on the shoulder, "might I cut in."
I kissed John a final time and bowed out, turning my attentions instead to rub his shoulders, John now stroked me under the water.
"We are probably clean enough, no?" Laf asked.
"I think so." John agreed.
I got out first and handed them both towels. We went to our bedroom and curled under the blankets to warm up, John had been spending most nights in the middle, occasionally Lafayette would take the center, but almost never me. I was too prone to late nights.
As if hearing my thoughts, John spoke, "baby, get in the middle." He rolled over the top of me and I was surrounded by him and Lafayette.
They both lavished me in touches and kisses. Lafayette ducking beneath the covers and his mouth burned like lava against me, the intensity of pleasure curling my toes as he ran his tongue over my flesh. John gripped my fisted fingers and nipped at my neck, both of them working to pleasure me. Generally I avoided being the focus, but I welcomed the attention this morning. Lafayette stretched me open with precision as John's tongue swirled my hard nipple. Lafayette's fingers kneaded the flesh of my thighs like a cat. Everything was them.
Once Lafayette resurfaced John pulled me against his chest as Lafayette lined himself up between my legs. He kissed John while he entered me and I felt the moan in John's chest vibrate through his whole body as Lafayette started to move.
John gasped for air, "he tastes so good on you."
My stomach flipped with butterflies at the praises and Lafayette kissed my throat, "he tastes good no matter the circumstance."
"You're one to talk." I managed, reaching back to wrap my arms around John's neck.
John pulled my thighs up, letting Lafayette get impossibly deeper. I gasped and turned into John's arm.
"So beautiful." Lafayette grunted out between thrusts.
"Gorgeous, really." John agreed.
Lafayette's stamina was noteworthy, I staved off my own ecstasy to let him get closer. My teeth ground as I tried to stay present. John hung his head and kissed me and at the supple warmth of his lips against my own I lost myself, thighs twitching against his hands. Lafayette worked at his steady pace for an indiscernible amount of time before falling over me and gasping. I whimpered at the loss as he pulled out. I felt how hard John was against my back and turned my attentions to him.
"You're so open, so ready. Can I?" John asked, kissing my chest.
I straddled his hips and lowered myself, opening and wanting onto his waiting cock and gasped, still oversensitive from Lafayette. John moved under me but let me set the pace, I knew exactly the speed and figure eight motion that he liked. He looked up at me in pleasure as I took care of weight in the bed shifted and Lafayette was behind me, John began to whimper and his hips moved erratically beneath me. I chuckled to myself and looked over my shoulder to see that Lafayette was teasing John. I felt John go still and then my name bounced around the room in a cry of pleasure. I was too sensitive, too used to come again and instead slumped back against Lafayette who continued to work at John, placing kisses across my shoulders as he did so. I stayed on John's cock, feeling it twitch as Lafayette teased him. Finally, unable to handle it any longer I pulled off of him and lie beside him. Lafayette chuckled to himself and lie on the other side of John.
"So... " I sighed, "Scrabble?"
"No, I hate that game." John protested.
"No, you just hate playing me." I offered.
"How about a nap." Lafayette laughed, finding my hand over John.
"Deal." I conceded.
John tucked himself against Lafayette and I pressed myself against him, my head resting perfectly in the crook of Lafayette's elbow.
