She grinned for a moment, seeing Jim remove his tie, then Sebastian got a good angle with his fingers and she gasped, arching off of his chest and bearing down on his hand. "Jim's joining us," she panted, grabbing his left wrist, though she couldn't explain what she wanted to do differently with it.
He put a little pressure at her throat, keeping her in place as she arched away, groaning happily as she ground against him as a result. "Good. Should be good for him..."
She rolled her ass against him again, trying to get that noise out of him again, and heard the door open behind them, and then some truly vicious swearing. A moment later, and there was a splash as Jim leaped into the jacuzzi, looking harassed.
Sebastian smiled as Jim entered the pool, stifling a noise as Lorna purposefully ground against him, just to spite her. "Hello, sir. Glad you could join us."
"Are you? I can't tell, she's covering you up," he quipped, relaxing into the bubbling water a little, now that the shock of the cold air was fading. Lorna knew, of course, that Sebastian had stifled a noise; she could feel him tense under her, and she wouldn't have any of that. She did it again, slower this time.
He couldn't help the strangled noise that made it past his throat this time, his head dropping back in pleasure, his grip on her throat tightening a little.
She smirked in triumph, half-lidded eyes on Jim, and she raised her eyebrows a little. "What, you need a bigger invitation?"
He didn't comment, just walked over to put a hand over Sebastian's at her throat, leaning forward to kiss her roughly. Moran grinned, regaining himself and shifting his hand between Lorna's thighs away, closing instead around Jim's cock.
She kissed him back eagerly, the double hands at her neck sending a thrill up her spine, though she made a noise of complaint as Sebastian's hand left her to pay attention to Jim, and held her hips stubbornly still in retaliation.
"Hey," he huffed, rolling his hips upward a bit as he slid his hand along Jim's length. "I only have the one usable hand at the moment."
Jim rolled his eyes, still kissing Lorna, and slid his free hand in between her thighs to replace Sebastian's, and she kissed him harder in response, nipping his lip when he slid his fingers into her.
Sebastian grinned a little as Jim got involved, and returned some of his own attention to Lorna, teeth digging playfully into the back of her neck. His touch with the boss was gentle- this, he was not as experienced with left-handed, and he didn't want to try anything too complicated.
Jim pulled away from Lorna's mouth for a moment to catch his breath. He shifted a bit toward Moran's hand, but mostly for the moment he was watching, eyes on the two people in front of him, their bodies flushed from the heat of the pool.
She groaned as Jim curled his fingers, arching a little, but his hand at her throat tightened and she could tell that too much movement was out of the question.
Moran winced just slightly as Jim tightened his hand over the sniper's on Lorna's throat, and he grinned, pushing his finger down a bit more firmly on Moran's bad hand. His bodyguard froze, and dropped his left hand from Jim's length.
"Boss," he said, in a voice that was completely toneless, tense, out of place in the midst of their romp. "You can do whatever you like anywhere else. Don't fuck with my hand, or this ends."
Jim had frozen, too, Lorna's breathing the only movement between them, as he considered whether to be angry. A second later he eased his grip up and Moran snatched his hand away, closing his eyes for just a moment, apparently gathering himself. Jim watched him closely. He actually looked a touch pale.
Then his eyes were open and he leaned forward over Lorna to kiss Jim roughly, apparently eager to get things back on track.
Jim kissed Sebastian almost viciously, with roughness and a lot of teeth, determined to put in his ounce of cruelty somewhere, and hissed as he felt teeth in his shoulder, an urging for him to continue moving.
He wasn't surprised when Jim came back at him with a vengeance. He wouldn't be surprised at all if Jim cut into him again tonight. He didn't care, as long as his hand was left out of the equation. He matched Jim bite for bite, egging him on. He could feel Lorna's impatience as she squirmed in his lap, and he grinned a little against Jim's lips, his hand finding the boss's hip and tugging him forward suggestively. Jim caught the drift, removing his fingers from Lorna and shifting his hips between her legs instead, pushing into her with little patience.
She let out a soft moan as he pushed into her, shifting her hips impatiently, rubbing back against Sebastian, keen to include him as best as possible, as Jim started up a rough rhythm, attention torn between her and the blonde beneath her.
Sebastian made a pleased noise, his hips rolling upwards to get a little friction. Jim's hand was at his shoulder, fingers biting down hard enough that his nails broke skin, and he felt the familiar sting of blood welling to the surface, tinted by the burn of chlorine. He met the other man's gaze, and gave him a cheeky grin, which earned him a hand in his hair, gripping so hard he couldn't help jolting slightly underneath Lorna. He closed his eyes, catching his breath, before he wrenched himself slightly against the grip, grinning.
He could tell Jim was getting frustrated with him. He could feel the power of the other man's thrusts increase in response, could feel Lorna sliding against him in the water. His grin widened.
Lorna clutched onto Jim's side with one hand, the other on Sebastian's thigh, her breath coming hard and fast in her chest. She loved the feeling of being caught between their power struggle, of some of that energy and frustration being directed onto her, but didn't know how to convey that when all she could do was mutter swears under her breath and shudder as Jim deepened his thrusts.
Jim released his grip on Moran's hair, eyes flashing, but gave the best retaliation he could by turning his focus solely to Lorna. He shifted his grip to her hips, lifting her easily in the water until she was almost floating on her back, her head on Moran's shoulders, fucking her enthusiastically while depriving Moran of contact.
Sebastian swore quietly, but knew that there weren't many more orifices available without lube at the moment, so he contented himself with Lorna, turning his head until he could speak in her ear. "You know, watching him fuck you is almost as good as doing it myself... I wish I had video of all the times you fucked while I was away... I could drive myself crazy."
The hand at Sebastian's thigh moved to grip his hair, turning to bury her face in his neck as much as possible, fingers clenching at his words. Jim laughed, pulling her as hard onto his cock as he could manage, eliciting a gasp out of her. "Trying to get yourself off with only words, Tiger?"
"Since I seem to be the only one capable," he shot back, still grinning, his good hand reaching up to scratch lines up Lorna's side.
"That seems to be making assumptions," Lorna panted, fingers sliding through his hair, landing at the base of his neck and digging her nails in. "We're in water, Sebastian."
He arched slightly under her grip, pleased, but didn't follow her comment. "So?"
Jim just smirked, pushing Lorna's thigh toward her chest and muttering a string of gaelic swears.
"I will.. survive without lube, Sebastian," she clarified, though her breath hitched as Jim got a new angle.
"Oh. Jesus," he muttered, his distracted brain catching up with her finally, and he let out a groan. "Jim, care to share?"
"I think... mmm... I think you can ask more sweetly than that, Sebby, don't you?" He made no move to lower Lorna.
Sebastian swore, shifting a little. Now that there was the prospect of getting a little relief, he was desperate for it. "Fuck... please, Jim..."
Jim gave a toothy grin, and didn't respond right away, thrusting into Harrison a few more times, before he relaxed his grip on her hips, shifting her back toward Moran's lap.
There was a little bit of adjusting before she was back where she was before, with Jim still fucking her, although more slowly, to keep her from moving overly much, and then she was close enough to roll her hips back into Sebastian's, and did once before Jim's hands tightened on her hips again, holding her still, and he kissed her again, hard and distracting.
He shivered slightly as she ground against him, and then he was sliding his good hand down her waist and over her arse, pressing against her entrance and pushing in slowly, careful. He spent a few minutes stretching her carefully, aware that- water aside- this was going to be uncomfortable without lube and not wanting to make it worse. Eventually though he couldn't wait any longer, shifting his hand to grip her waist as he lined up and pushed very slowly into her, groaning at her heat, and at the sensation of Jim moving right next to him.
She grit her teeth at the discomfort, biting her lip to try and distract herself, and was helped by Jim's hand sliding between them to glide over her clit, and his teeth scraping across her skin, besides the fact that he'd only slowed down his hips, not stilled them.
Sebastian ran his right hand through her hair gently, soothing a bit as he started to move, just slowly at first, matching and opposing Jim's movements for the time being.
Her breath hitched in her throat as they started an opposing rhythm, hands gripping tight to Jim's upper arms, who was still being careful, though tension was beginning to build up in his chest. He wanted to be rougher than this.
Moran could see Jim struggling, and gave him an encouraging grin. "Go to town boss. She can take it." He shifted his right hand to Harrison's throat again, gripping gently. "Isn't that right, Lorna?"
Jim gave a small smile, and didn't need any further prompting, relaxing his strained control and starting to work his rhythm back up with a snarl of pleasure.
Moran kept his pace a bit slower, still, turning his head to Lorna's ear, speaking softly. "Oh, if I could tell the guys back home how well my fiancée could handle- mmmm - two cocks..." He grinned, grip on her throat tightening just a bit on the word my.
She smirked a little, but it soon fell off her face, the overwhelming sensations of both of them working her at different speeds making her have to gasp for breath, a shiver going up her spine. Fuck, she loved it when Sebastian spoke to her like that. "Who would you ever gift that- that information to?" She breathed, turning her face a little to speak to him.
"Armetti i-is the first person that comes to mind, honestly," he laughed breathlessly. "Just to- to see the look on his face.." Jim gave a particularly enthusiastic thrust, and Moran groaned as Lorna clenched around him in response.
"As if you haven't already ruined that man's life," Jim quipped, punctuating the end of his sentence with a hand lifting up to grab Lorna's jaw, getting control of her. "Did the two of you fuck right after that?"
"Which instance... mhn... which specific instance are you referring to?" Sebastian asked, grinning, letting Jim turn her head where he willed, but keeping his grip on her neck.
"After you told Armetti that you love-birds were getting hitched?" Jim chuckled, rolling his hips against Lorna's, and swearing when she clenched around him in retaliation.
"Not nearly as enthusiastically as we would have liked," Moran said with a grin, starting to pick up his pace now. "Both still recovering, all that..."
"Not as- not as enthusiastically as this," Lorna moaned, almost boneless. "Fuck ..."
She started slipping down his shoulder, and he shifted his hands to support her, keeping her head above water as he and Jim fell into a nearly-musical rhythm. He closed his eyes, concentrating on motion, on the feel of her body around his in hot water, of Jim moving with him and against him...
Jim was getting close, his eyes wild and dark, and he reached out to where he already torn into Sebastian's shoulder. He returned to the gouges, tearing them wider with a victorious growl and ripping a cry of pain and pleasure from Sebastian, the sniper's hips bucking hard into Lorna.
That returned tension to Lorna like blood in the water excited a shark, and seeing the look on Jim's face, dragged her nails down his chest. He leaned over her shoulder to snog Sebastian, his pace absolutely brutal, the burning feeling tightening up further and further in his stomach, and then Lorna tightened around him again and he lost it, coming with a few more harsh thrusts and a swear muffled by Sebastian's lips.
Sebastian felt Jim come, felt it as much at his cock as he did in the way Jim's fingers tore his shoulder, and the panted swear against his lips. He was on edge, himself, struggling to bring Lorna over, but he lost concentration as Jim's lips shifted suddenly from his mouth to his bloody shoulder. He couldn't hold out any longer, then, coming with a cry, back arching upward, lifting Lorna and Jim slightly in the water.
She shuddered, biting her lip as she was shifted back and forth between them, her core now searing hot, eyes shut, trying to chase what stimulation she could, chasing the retreating edge in desperation, knuckles white with tension.
Sebastian felt her struggling, tensing, and reached around, his fingers finding her clit and circling enthusiastically, trying to bring her over before she lost the edge.
Thankfully that did the trick, and she came with a gasp, arching up like Sebastian had moments ago, and Jim swore, over-sensitized, and withdrew from her in a hurry.
Moran did the same, more slowly, his touch stilling as she did, letting her catch her breath while he caught his. A moment later the bodyguard in him kicked in, and he reached out to turn off the hot tub and turn on the heat lamps, shifting with a groan. "We should get inside..."
Jim was the first to move, rarely one to be slowed down by an orgasm, and stood, water dripping off his body. "I don't know if I can bring myself to move," Lorna said in the meantime, sounding utterly exhausted, leaning back against Moran. "And this might be the orgasm talking, but if you carry me to bed I kinda wanna have warmth on both sides of me..."
"That's an invite, Jim," Sebastian said with a smirk, shifting and easing Lorna into his arms, standing carefully to ensure his legs were sturdy.
Jim looked at the two of them like he didn't quite understand what was happening. An invitation? His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as he considered the offer. One part of him weighed the pros and cons, debating what kind of control or power it would give him, but the unpredictable part of him, the one that did what it liked regardless of consequences, won out. "I don't know if I've ever seen you sleep in a bed before, Moran. Should be interesting."
He grinned, before climbing out of the tub and hissing slightly at the snow on his bare feet. "Fuck. Fucking weak-ass heat lamps," he muttered, heading for the door, Lorna tucked close in his arms. He was surprised, but pleased, that she'd invited Jim. He doubted the boss would have agreed had he been the one to bring it up. "Come on, boss, let's find some fucking towels."
Jim was right on his heels, and only regained his personal space when they were safely inside. "Towels," Lorna mumbled, waving a hand toward the bathroom, as if they needed a reminder.
"Yeah, getting right on that, chief," he chuckled, amused by her post-orgasmic semi-coma, and the way Jim practically rode piggyback until they reentered the warmth. He set Lorna down gently on the toilet in the large, opulent bathroom, considering her for a moment before turning on the shower (pausing to admire the three shower heads that came on). They were all covered in his blood and chlorine and various other fluids. A rinse wouldn't hurt things. "Do you want to go first, sir?" he asked, draping a towel around Lorna's shoulders.
Jim just rolled his eyes and turned around, heading out the door. "I have my own shower. I'll return shortly."
Lorna didn't even notice, she was so tired, her head held up in her hands. God, getting double penetrated was exhausting. "What just happened, again?"
"We fucked in a hot tub," he said, testing the water temperature and then reaching out to help her to her feet, taking most of her weight and setting the towel aside. "Come on, shower," he said, helping her shuffle, zombie-like, into the large, tiled space with him and shifting her under the warm spray from one of the shower heads.
She shut her eyes under the spray, accepting the rinse with dignity. "God, you always forget how exhausting two dicks are until you do it again," she sighed, leaning against him.
"I can't say I have the experience, so I'll take your word for it," he said, combing his fingers through her hair a few times just to get it a touch cleaner before turning to get himself under the spray, flinching slightly as the gouges in his shoulder protested. The bandages on his right hand were soaked and contaminated. He'd need to remove them, and at that point he was supposed to keep them off. He ignored that for now, focusing on Lorna. Once he deemed them appropriately rinsed, he turned the water off and found her towel, wrapping her up in it again.
"Mmmmm," she hummed as he wrapped her up, enjoying the warmth, and sat herself down on the toilet, all tucked into her towel.
He let her relax there for a few minutes while he dried off and examined his shoulder. He walked into their bedroom to find his bag and the first aid kit, and returned, using the mirror to get antiseptic where it needed to go. Then he leaned against the counter, unwrapping the soggy gauze around his finger and exposing the pale, gaunt finger to the light. It looked strange, left only in the splint. He flexed what he could carefully, wincing, before returning his attention to Lorna and bending to pick her up again, heading for the bedroom.
Jim was there this time, clean and wearing boxer-briefs, sprawled out in the sinkhole that was their bed. "These mattresses are ridiculous."
"Right?" Lorna laughed, in Sebastian's arms, looking comfortable as hell. Jim rolled his eyes.
"It's like she's drunk. Or high. Did you slip her something?"
He shrugged. "Two cocks is apparently more tiring than we assumed," he retorted with a grin, walking over to dump Lorna unceremoniously in the center of the bed and going to find a pair of pants for himself.
"The last time this happened I made you carry me to the flat and then I'm pretty sure I passed out after a shower," Lorna mumbled, tossing the towel off the bed and shifted to cuddle up to Jim, who looked unaffected except for shifting his arm around her to be more comfortable, eyes assessing Moran's reaction. Jim, unlike Moran - or Sherlock, for that matter - had always been comfortable with physical intimacy, it was just that he had no need for it. The only exception was that he wasn't excellent when surprised with emotional hugs.
Moran returned a moment later wearing a pair of boxers, and climbed in after her, grabbing the remote off the end table to turn off the light and dim the fire. The moon off the snow outside became the largest source of light. He shifted in toward the middle of the bed, throwing an arm over both Lorna and Jim, easily encompassing the two smaller figures in his reach. "I'm noticing a pattern, then."
"No shit," said Jim, in the dark. It lacked malice. He was feeling oddly mellow. Harrison was nestled between him and Moran, exuding contentment, and the arm over both of them was oddly comfortable. "Honestly, how did you get used to aftercare, Moran? Kitten here just too cute for you to resist?"
He had been working on a sarcastic come-back, but snorted a surprised laugh at the question. "Kitten? And... I don't know. By the time we got around to doing anything where she actually needed it, I was already used to taking care of her, albeit in a more medically-necessary sense." He shrugged. He was surprised that Jim seemed so fine with cuddling, after the man's tense reaction to a hug just months ago, but he didn't question. Questioning was a rookie mistake. Jim was changeable. The sooner you could accept that quietly, the better the mood the boss would be in.
"Kitten..." Lorna chuckled between them, though she sounded half-asleep. Jim snorted.
"I wonder if I would have hired either one of you if I could have looked into a magic fucking crystal ball and seen this."
"Ah, but think how much more boring life would have been without us," Moran sighed, grinning. "And all the times you definitely would have died."
"Still would have saved myself unnecessary drama. I enjoy causing drama in others' lives, not necessarily in mine," Jim said dryly.
He rolled his eyes, sitting up for a moment to grab one of the lighter blankets and pull it up over them all. It was pleasantly cool in the room, but the three of them were also producing a fair bit of body heat. He returned his arm to around both of his bedmates, hand splaying comfortably across Jim's back. "Imagine all the fun you would have missed, though," he pointed out, voice lazy.
He chuckled. "I'd certainly be fucking less. I can only assume."
He hummed his agreement. "So quit complaining and enjoy yourself. You're in bed with an incredibly hot, talented woman and your second-in-command. Stop to smell the roses, or something."
"Who, me?" Lorna mumbled between them, shifting to rest her cheek on his chest, her back still snug against Jim. He rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm the hot, talented woman here," he said sarcastically. "Go the fuck to sleep, Lorna."
"Make me," she muttered, then promptly drifted off, lulled to sleep by their warmth. Jim had his eyes on her in the dark, expressionless.
They were quiet for a while, but he was awake, and he knew by Jim's breathing that he was, too.
Eventually, he said, "Our getting married doesn't mean this doesn't happen anymore. If you were thinking it might."
The idea hadn't really occurred to him. He knew that they were already monogamous with each other, which on one hand he found extremely silly, and on the other very understandable. They were his right and left hands, and neither of them had ever done much of fucking other employees, excluding each other. They had rightfully high standards. "You're already engaged, Moran. Typically people begin exhibiting marriage behavior before they actually sign the paper. And here I am anyways. I wasn't concerned."
He nodded a little. "Alright. Good." He fell silent again. He was deeply curious, if he was honest, about what the other man was thinking about, but he remained silent. That wasn't worth the potential trouble for asking.
Jim was trying his best not to think. Not to second-guess this. There was no reason he couldn't have this.
He eventually decided that Jim probably wasn't going to talk again, and closed his eyes, letting himself drift off.
Jim fell asleep briefly in the night, as he occasionally did, and woke up in the morning still entangled with the engaged couple. He still didn't know what he felt about it, but he got up, deciding that it was time for coffee.
Moran woke as Jim got up, but didn't comment, somewhere oddly pleased that the man had stayed as long as he did. He just shifted a little, pulling the blanket up to cover Lorna's now-exposed back, and returned to dozing.
Never thought about that wifey life
Wedding bells just made me wanna die
But when you grab me and you spin me 'round
You really screw my head up upside-down
- Kesha - Boots -