Page 61 of Suffer No Fools
"Tovey ..."
"On it."
Tovey grabbed Hugo's braid and pulled it upward, forcing him to lengthen his neck so Tovey could kiss and suck a wet trail while his other hand flew on Hugo's cock. Stan didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't that. The temperature cooled with the distraction, but watching them put Stan on edge again. He needed to pace himself, or he would come before Hugo did.
He didn't wait long. Hugo whimpered and his legs shook as he came. One spurt made it to his chest, while the rest pooled over Tovey's fingers and onto his groin.
Hugo was so beautiful, his eyes open but unfocused on the ceiling, until he turned his gaze toward Stan. Then, Stan swore Hugo could see into his soul. Sparks flared along his spine. He jerked his hips one final time, flooding Hugo's channel.
His orgasm sapped his energy, and he didn't want to crush Hugo and Tovey in the aftermath. He angled Hugo's knees so they would partly hold him up.
After a few moments of pure bliss, Hugo wiggled out from between them. He reached for the cloth Tovey had used to cleanhis hands. He kissed Stan's forehead, and then he climbed out of bed to wash himself with the water in the basin on the dresser.
"It's so messy!" He grumbled.
"Wait!" Tovey hopped out of bed and tackled Hugo around the waist, grabbing onto his ass and forcing his cheeks apart to lick up the remnants of what was there. Hugo's blush spread halfway down his torso. He grabbed onto Tovey's arms around his waist and squirmed with each lick.
Tovey spun him around and licked his front clean, too. Hugo held onto his shoulders, looking for the world like he wanted to melt through the floor, though his cock perked up again from the attention.
"Is this necessary?" Hugo asked when Tovey finally released him and took the wet cloth from him to wash his face before wiping Hugo down with it.
"You could do the same for Stan, if you want," Tovey said, and Hugo blushed even darker.
"Stop making him uncomfortable." Stan held his hand out for the cloth. Tovey dipped it in the basin and wrung it out before wiping Stan clean, too.
"We'll need to wash the blankets," Hugo said.
"Later." Stan got up and stripped the blanket off the bed. Tovey pulled two smaller blankets from the dresser, and they curled up together with Stan in the middle and Hugo and Tovey at his sides.
Soon, Hugo and Tovey were asleep, both worn out. Stan knew he should be, too, but he couldn't stop daydreaming of ways to make Hugo and Tovey permanent fixtures in his life. Before, he'd feared losing Tovey. Now, he could lose them both.
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Tovey
Tovey loved waking up next to Stan. Finding Stan's warm body beside him on the morning of Solstice when they had nothing to do but attend an evening banquet was even better. He snuggled against Stan's side and relished the scent of sweat and sex still on his skin.
"Don't you dare kiss me with that mouth," Stan whispered. "I know where it's been."
"You're one to talk," Tovey countered. He lifted his head. Hugo was still softly snoring against Stan's side. "I'll brush my teeth and start the bath, if you want to bring him with you."
Stan laughed. "We can't toss him in the bath while he's asleep. He'll never forgive us."
"Not asleep," Hugo mumbled against Stan's chest. "Very much awake and wishing I wasn't. A bath sounds divine, if you give me a chance to warm it up before you toss me in."
"What kind of monsters do you think we are?" Stan asked.
Tovey grinned. "I was thinking it would wake you up faster."
Hugo raised his head and frowned at him. "I swear I can hear your thoughts in my head."
Tovey blinked. Efren and Niall had formed a bond where they could share thoughts, and Vadim and Klaus communicated through their reconnected life link. Was Tovey bonding with Hugo, too? And what about Stan? Would it even work with three people? He was up and out of bed, rushing to get away from them before panic set in.
"Gods, the look on your face," Hugo said. "Are you all right?"
Tovey didn't trust his voice, so he nodded. "I'll brush my teeth first, and then I'll meet you down there."
"We'll all brush our teeth," Hugo admonished as he sat up and scooted over so he and Stan didn't bang their heads together. "I want to kiss you both in the tub."
