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“So. Dinner.”
“Right.”
“What’s for dinner Max?”
“Who knows?”
“George knows.”
“Well George isn’t here, and I’m hungry, so we should probably make something.”
“Right.”
They stared at each other across the kitchen.
“I’m texting him,” Lewis said, whipping out his phone.
Lewis: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy baby, sorry Toto is keeping you so late :(
Max: we miss you baby what’s for dinner?
Max: we’re hungry
George: I’m in a meeting. There’s plenty of food in the fridge
Max opened the fridge, analyzing the contents. There were packages of things all over the place, some vegetables neatly tucked away in the bottom drawer. But no food.
“What the fuck was he planning to do with all this?” Max asked, holding up a zucchini in one hand and a jar of olives in the other.
“Maybe something Greek?” Lewis shrugged.
“Something Greek? Because of the olives?”
“I don’t know!” Lewis cried, snatching the jar out of his hands. “Maybe we should just have olives for dinner.”
“I fucking hate olives, Lew,” Max snapped back, sticking out his tongue.
“Then eat the zucchini.”
Max: George please tell us what you were going to make for dinner
Max: hungry
Max: don’t want olives
Max: please George
Max: I love you
Max: dinner
Lewis: we found a zucchini, if that helps
George: the zucchini was going to be for tomorrow, but you can eat it if you’d like
“Ha, see. We can’t eat the zucchini. It’s for tomorrow,” Max laughed, gleefully putting it back in the fridge. Saved from a dinner of raw zucchini for another day.
“Then what are we going to eat?”
“Maybe we have eggs?” Max suggested. “I could probably manage to scramble them?”
“Max, we’re vegan. We don’t have eggs.”
“Fuck, right. What do we do?”
Lewis: Georgie baby please tell us what you were planning for dinner
Lewis: we love you
Max: yes
Max: please
Max: dinner
George: 😂😂😂 you are both useless
George: I was going to do a tofu stir fry. Nothing too complicated. Everything is in the fridge, you should be fine to figure it out
George: sorry I can’t be of more help, Toto wants me to review the sim data again 🙄🙄 car is still too slow
George: I love you both xxx
“Lewis, what the fuck is a stir fry?”
“Pretty sure it’s the one he does in the wok.”
“What the fuck is a wok?”
“It’s the big pot under the little pots,” Lewis said, pointing him to one of the cabinets. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Max managed to find it, pulling it out and putting it on the stove.
“What goes in a stir fry?” Max asked, yanking the fridge open.
“Well, he said tofu, so probably that. And soy sauce.”
“It’s just tofu and soy sauce? That sounds fucking disgusting,” Max said, pretending to throw up in his mouth. “George wouldn’t do that to us.”
“There’s vegetables in it too,” Lewis said, rolling his eyes. “Are there any vegetables in there?”
“Lewis, there are a fuckton of vegetables in here. It’s all we ever fucking eat. Which vegetables?”
“I don’t know, just pick some! But not the zucchini, that’s for tomorrow.”
Max grabbed a handful of vegetables out of the fridge, tossing them haphazardly on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a a knife and started carefully slicing them up.
Meanwhile Lewis was just staring uselessly at a bottle of soy sauce. “There’s gotta be more to the sauce than just soy sauce,” he said, opening up the fridge. There was nothing in there that screamed ‘stir fry’. He sighed, closing the fridge.
Lewis: George what’s in the sauce?
Lewis: George
Lewis: George
Lewis: George
Lewis: help
“He’s not answering.”
“Just start cooking, we know there’s soy sauce. We can add everything else later.”
Lewis grinned. “You’ve got some good ideas Verstappen.”
“You’re not too bad yourself, Hamilton,” Max winked, turning on the heat, tossing the veggies into the wok. “Pass me the oil.”
“Which one?”
“One of them? I don’t think it really matters, do you?”
Lewis shrugged, handing him the canola oil. “Don’t think so. Oil is oil. As long as it’s not motor oil.”
“Funny,” Max deadpanned, a soft smile on his face betraying him. “How much soy sauce?”
“Fuck.”
Max: George
Max: it’s urgent George I don’t know what to do
Max: please call me George
Max: hurry
“Max, are you okay, what’s going on? Is Lewis okay?” George asked frantically, calling him immediately.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Max said, “why wouldn’t we be?”
“You said it was urgent? I thought one of you was hurt.”
“Oh, sorry babe, we’re fine,” Max grimaced. He was going to hear about this later, he already knew. He could already picture the talking to George would give him: not interrupting him at work, not sending vaguely worrying messages that made George think they were on the verge of death. He’d probably left his meeting to answer this call. “We umm… we wanted to ask… how much soy sauce to put?”
George sighed audibly. “Oh good, is that all? I’m glad neither of you is bleeding out, but it would’ve made it easier to explain to Toto why I had to leave an incredibly important meeting with my sponsors,” he said, barely holding back the venom in his voice.
“Sorry baby,” Max said meekly. He’d have to play some major damage control if he wanted to sleep in the bed tonight. And as much as he loved Lewis, the couch wouldn’t fit both of them. “How much soy sauce, baby? I love you.”
“I usually do about half a cup.”
Max covered the phone, whispering to Lewis, “he said about half a cup.”
“Ask him what else goes in the sauce,” Lewis whispered back, searching the drawers for a measuring cup.
“What else do you put in the sauce, darling?”
“Darling?” George asked skeptically. Max could see the raised eyebrow through the phone.
“Please baby. What’s in the sauce?” He asked desperately.
“Half cup vegetable stock, some sesame oil and rice vinegar. Grate up some garlic and ginger and add that in too,” he said, Max searching frantically for a piece of paper and a pen. He found a pen, grabbing Lewis’s arm to scribble down the ingredients.
“I’m not a notepad man,” Lewis said, trying to pull away.
“Do you want us to fail?” Max snapped, making sure to cover the phone. “We need this. If we have to ask again, George is going to kill us both.”
“Shit,” Lewis said, going over the list on his arm. “How much of all this stuff?”
“How much of all those, baby?” Max asked sweetly.
“You do know I need sponsors to race, right?” George deadpanned.
“We’re in so much shit,” Max panicked, desperately trying to pass the phone to Lewis. “Take him. Take him. He’s going to kill me through the phone.”
“Heyyy Georgie, we miss you,” Lewis said desperately, locking eyes with Max as he spoke. “We’ll have dinner for you when you get back, I promise. We love you.”
Max gave him an encouraging thumbs up. That was good. That might even work. He silently begged George to take it.
“I love you too,” he said finally, without a sigh. Max fist pumped silently. That was a win. “Shouldn’t be more than another hour. I’ll be home soon.”
“Love you Georgie, love you, love you, love you-“ Lewis hung up the phone, letting out a breath as his shoulders relaxed. “I guess we just eyeball it.”
The phone rang again. George was calling back. They stared at each other in fear. “Should we answer?”
“We have to,” Max whispered. Lewis just kept staring at it. “Lewis, fuck, pick up!”
“Hi baby, what’s up?” Lewis asked, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, I just wanted to mention, make sure you add the broccoli first so it has some time to soften before you add the bok choi. And I just remembered that my sauce recipe is in the blue cooking book next to the microwave. Page 43. Now I really have to go, love you both.”
He hung up. Max looked at Lewis. Lewis looked at Max.
“Lewis.”
“Max.”
“We don’t have broccoli. Or bok choi.”
“In the fridge?”
“In the pot! ”
“Shit. It can still be good, right?”
“Yeah. Probably?”
“At least he gave us the recipe,” Lewis said. “That means he still loves us.”
“I think it just means he wants a good dinner.”
“Shit, it might. So if we mess up we’re fucked, right?”
“Definitely,” Max confirmed. They were probably already fucked, no matter how dinner turned out, but he didn’t say that. And he certainly didn’t want to make things worse. “What do we do with it now?”
“Put it on low and leave it?” Lewis suggested, turning down the burner. He gave the wok one last stir, tapping the spoon in the side. “I think that’s what he usually does.”
He turned around, only to find Max right there, boxing him in against the counter. He took another step back, the lip of the counter pressing into his lower back and Max followed him, his hand dropping to his hip.
“He’s gonna be so pissed off when he gets back, Lew, we interrupted his meeting,” Max whispered, kissing him softly. Lewis moaned in agreement, nodding softly as he kissed back. “I keep thinking about it. He’ll be so mad.”
He pressed his hips forward desperately, grinding against Lewis, his erection rubbing against his thigh.
“You’re crazy, man,” Lewis said, grabbing his hips to pull him closer. “I can’t believe pissing him off turns you on this much.”
“It doesn’t,” Max insisted. He was lying, but that’s beside the point. “But he’s been so… picky lately. And I love giving him what he wants, you know I do. But when he gets mad-“
“Are you that desperate to get fucked?” Lewis asked, his hands falling lower onto Max’s ass. Max hated to admit it, but the time he’d crashed into George — by accident of course — in the race only for George to come home, throw him on the bed and fuck him like his life depended on it had changed something in him.
He’d never thought he could be that desperate, want something that badly (other than winning, of course). But then George had come along and fuck, he wanted. He wanted and wanted, but somehow it always worked out that he was on top. And fuck, he loved that too, loved to see George fall apart beneath him, whiny and teary and desperate for it. But he couldn’t deny that it had been a while.
“Yes, god, aren’t you?” Max panted, pulling Lewis in for a sloppy kiss. Lewis shrugged, and true enough, he truly had no preference. “Fuck, Lew, I want him so bad.”
“You know how he gets,” Lewis grinned, cupping him through his pants. Fuck yes. Max knew. How could he forget, especially now that George knew he loved it when he got rough with him, made him regret everything he’d done, everything he’d said.
He whined as Lewis rubbed him slowly, the friction uncomfortable and not enough, but still making him squirm. “Don’t tease,” Max gasped, pressing against him. “We have food on.”
“It still has to simmer,” Lewis panted, pressing their lips together, panting against his mouth. “Wanna fuck you, baby, if you’re so desperate.”
“I want him ,” Max panted, pulling his shirt off anyway. George wasn’t here yet, and he was horny now. He pulled Lewis through the house, pushing him down onto the couch as he climbed out of his shorts. The bottle of lube was in the drawer beside them, easily accessible for days like these. He grabbed it, sliding a finger inside himself as he sat down on Lewis’s lap.
“You can’t even wait for me?” Lewis asked, pulling the bottle out of his hands and starting to lube himself up.
“You were taking too long,” Max argued, sliding in two more fingers. He loved the stretched, loved how well he could make himself take it, how quickly he could be ready. It wasn’t a competition, George just usually liked to take it slow. But nobody could deny that he was faster.
He sank down onto Lewis’s cock, gasping desperately as he filled himself with it, stretching himself even further.
“Jesus Max, it’s not a race,” Lewis panted, holding his hips as he lowered himself, grinding against him once he was fully seated.
“Isn’t it?”
He slammed down again, effectively shutting Lewis up as he gasped out his last breath. Max took his time, using Lewis as he saw fit, the other man happy to sit there and watch, enjoying the tight feeling of Max around his cock, fingers digging into his skin.
“Georgie,” he gasped, slamming himself down hard against him. He doubled over, pressing their lips together as he pushed himself back against Lewis, the other man holding his shoulders tightly. If Lewis cared that he was screaming their boyfriend’s name instead of his, he didn’t show it, just groaning in agreement.
“Soon baby, he’ll be home soon,” Lewis said, taking hold of his tiring body and fucking him hard, until Max was coming all over him, George’s name on his lips.
He collapsed against Lewis’s chest breathing hard, letting his eyes fall closed. It only took Lewis a couple more thrusts until he was coming inside Max’s limp body. He sighed again, feeling Lewis relax underneath him, his heartbeat beginning to even out.
“Fuck,” Max sighed, feeling Lewis’s hands come up to wrap around his body. “That’s good.”
“I didn’t realize you were getting that desperate baby,” Lewis said, gently caressing his back as he breathed. “You should’ve said something.”
Max laughed. “Princess would never let me be the centre of attention, not with the way he’s been.”
“We’ll sneak off and fuck on the couch next time,” Lewis giggled, kissing his cheek. “Let Princess sleep alone.”
“Poor thing,” Max pouted. The idea of leaving George to sleep alone actually making him sad. He knew how much he loved to cuddle, and more than anything he loved to give him what he wanted. “We couldn’t just leave him there. You could fuck me while he’s asleep though. As long as he doesn’t wake up.”
“That’s hot,” Lewis moaned. “Do you think you could be quiet enough? You’d wake him up with all your screaming.”
“I could be quiet,” Max grinned, biting his lip. “I could be so quiet. He wouldn’t even know.”
“He’ll always know, baby,” Lewis laughed. Max sighed loudly, resting his head against Lewis’s chest. Lewis ran a hand along his side, coming to rest at the back of his head, scratching softly at his scalp. He took a deep breath, listening to the settling rhythm of Lewis’s heartbeat.
And then the fire alarm went off.
“Shit.”
And then the front door opened.
“Fuck.”
George stepped into the room, nose tilted to the air. He sniffed once, grimacing at the smell of smoke in the air.
“Is something burning?”
Lewis jumped off the couch, throwing Max to the floor as he scrambled back into his clothes. Max sprawled out on the floor, flailing as he also groped around for his clothes.
“What the fuck man?” He hissed at Lewis.
“Heyyyyyy baby,” Lewis drawled, ignoring Max on the floor as he cut George off before he got to the kitchen. He wrapped his hands around his waist, pushing him against the wall as he reached up to press a kiss to George’s lips. “We missed you. Everything’s under control. Don’t worry.”
“The fire alarm’s going off,” George pointed out with a frown, trying to slide past Lewis into the kitchen. Lewis stopped him with a firm hand on his waist, kissing him again. “I can smell smoke.”
His gaze slid over Lewis’s head, landing squarely on Max, sprawled out on the floor, still struggling to pull his pants on. He pouted, looking between the two of them and the kitchen, making the — admittedly rather obvious — connection between the smoke billowing out of the kitchen and the cum still dripping out of Max’s ass.
“Looks like the two of you had fun,” he frowned, turning away from Lewis’s lips. “Without me.”
“We missed you,” Max offered, which really wasn’t all the convincing, given his current fucked out state. “Wanted you here.”
“Right,” George pouted. And now Max just felt bad. George didn’t look mad, he just looked tired. And overwhelmingly sad. “Am I to assume that our dinner is what’s currently burning?”
“We’re sorry about that-“ Lewis tried, but George cut him off with a shrug.
“Someone needs to deal with that,” he sighed, “unless you want to burn the place down too.” And then before either of them could respond, he’d brushed off Lewis’s hold and pushed his way into the kitchen.
Lewis looked at Max in a panic. “Fuck,” he mouthed, eyes wide as he stared at George’s back. His shoulders were slumped, as he turned off the stove, throwing the charred contents of the wok directly into the garbage.
“What do we do?” Max mouthed back, having managed to redress himself. Lewis shrugged.
“Can we do anything baby?” Lewis asked, trying to keep his voice light, helpful. He took the pot out of George’s hands, placing it in the sink behind him. George just shrugged.
“I think I’m just going to go to bed,” he said, resignation thick in his voice. “It’s been a long day.”
“You need to eat something-“
“What do you want from me Lewis?” He snapped, pushing himself away from the counter, away from Lewis. “I trusted you to make dinner, it’s not that fucking hard, and what do you do? Disturb me in my meetings only to fuck off with Max and burn our dinner. Of course I want to eat, but do you have anything for me? No.”
“George-“
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Lewis. Max.” He nodded at both of them, Max standing awkwardly in the doorway. He shuffled to the side to let George pass, standing frozen as he watched him walk away. He trudged into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. It didn’t slam, but closed with a finality that was almost worse.
Max wished he hadn’t seen the tears pooling in his boyfriend’s eyes.
“We fucked up,” he whispered, looking at the closed door. Could only imagine George crawling into bed alone, tired and hungry. He’d asked for one thing, just one, and they hadn’t even managed that. They’d let him down. “We’re the worst.”
“I know,” Lewis said back, staring at the spot where George had been standing. Like he could still touch him. “We need to fix it.”
“How?” Max asked. It seemed impossible, the door to their room impenetrable. George would be crying now, curled up in a ball in the middle of their bed. And why shouldn’t he? The two people who were supposed to love him couldn’t even take care of him for one night. They couldn’t even make him dinner.
“We need to feed him something,” Lewis said slowly, sussing out their options. “There’s lettuce in the fridge, I can make him a quick salad. Maybe some pasta as well.”
It seemed to take forever, the water coming to a boil at an agonizing pace, the lettuce and veggies somehow taking ten times longer to cut, despite the urgency of the knife. But eventually they managed to throw together a suitable dinner, dishing it out onto a plate. Max held it in a trembling hand as he walked down the hallway, pausing outside the door.
“Georgie?” He called, cracking the door slightly. “We have dinner for you.”
“Fuck off,” was the reply, a weak sniffle from George on the other side of the door.
“Please baby, let us make it up to you,” Max pleaded, pushing the door open a little more. “I’m so fucking sorry, George. I’m an asshole. A dickhead.”
George giggled softly, sniffling again. Max took a chance and pushed the door open another few degrees.
“At least eat,” he said quietly. “We’ll fuck off. But I don’t want you to be hungry.”
George sighed. “Come in,” he said quietly. Max did, pushing the door open as he all but rushed into the room, Lewis trailing him at a distance. He set the food down on the bedside table, looking down at George’s body. For being the tallest of the three, he had an uncanny knack for making himself look small. And curled up in the centre of their king-sized bed, he looked impossibly small.
“I’ll just leave this here,” Max said, standing up. He wanted so badly to wipe his tears away, to kiss him, hold him, make it better. But George would never let him, not when he was the whole reason George was upset in the first place. “Let us know if you want anything else-“
“Come here,” George said quietly, shifting imperceptibly. But it was enough to indicate to Max what he wanted. He scrambled onto the bed, pulling George into his arms. George sniffled, burying his head into Max’s chest. Lewis approached slowly, unsure if the same offer was extended to him.
“We’re so sorry, Georgie,” Max whispered, stroking his hair gently.
“Truly,” Lewis added, gently touching his shoulder from behind. George leaned back into his touch, turning his head to face Lewis.
“Do I ask for too much?” George sniffled, closing his eyes as Lewis gently touched his face. “I know I can be demanding sometimes, and I-“
“No baby, you don’t ask for too much,” Lewis said, drying his tears for him. “You’ve done nothing wrong. We’re the assholes here.”
George nodded slowly. “Do you still-“ he hesitated, sucking in a breath of air. “Do you still want me?”
Lewis jolted, shocked, as Max tensed. “Fuck baby, of course-“
“It’s fine if you don’t- I know you and Max were fine before- without me. You don’t need me.”
“Are you kidding, George?” Max almost laughed. Would laugh, if his heart wasn’t frozen in fear at the thought- no, the realization that George could believe they didn’t want him. That they didn’t need him. “We’re useless without you baby. We need you so much. Fuck George, believe me.”
“We love you,” Lewis whispered, Max nodding aggressively. “I’m sorry we didn’t show it today, but we really do. Me and Max, we were fine , but just fine. But with you-“
“It’s perfect,” Max grinned, crushing George against his chest. Maybe if he held him tight enough, he’d believe that Max never, ever wanted to let him go. “I love you so much.”
“Kiss me?” George asked, tilting his chin up, and Max was more than happy to oblige. He touched him gently, cradling his jaw as he carefully brought their lips together. George sighed into the kiss, letting Max push him back against the pillows as he climbed on top of him.
“Want you,” he moaned, nipping at George’s lip, eliciting a gasp. He took the chance to dive between George’s parted lips with his tongue, sealing their lips together, kissing him desperately. He pulled away, panting desperately, lips slick with spit, eyes blown wide. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this, thought you were gonna kill me.”
Lewis hauled him off George by the collar of his shirt, making him yelp. “Let him eat his dinner, you slut,” he scolded, making George laugh. He took a tentative bit of his pasta, chewing it thoughtfully.
“Is it good?” Max asked hopefully. George tilted his head, considering the question. He took another bite, chewing slowly and methodically.
“No offense, but… I think the next time you two are home alone you should just order something.”
“Shit,” Max swore, kicking himself. “I thought we’d made it up to you. Fuck, George, we must be the worst boyfriends you’ve ever had.”
“You’re not that bad,” George smiled, taking another bite. Apparently he was hungry enough that he just didn’t care. “I forgive you.”
“Not so fast, George,” Lewis smirked. “Max hasn’t told you the reason our dinner got burnt in the first place.”
“It was your fault too!” Max exclaimed, turning bright red. To his utter dismay, George grinned, slowly turning to look at him.
“Oh?” He asked, tilting his head softly. “Care to explain?”
“I um… I missed you,” Max stuttered, suddenly embarrassed to admit how desperate he’d been only an hour ago.
“You don’t burn food for missing someone,” Lewis prodded, jabbing him in the side. “Go on. Slut.”
“Okay, okay,” Max blushed. “I’m um… missed you and really wanted you to fuck me because you never want to anymore and that’s okay I’m not mad about it but it’s so so hot when you do I can’t stop thinking about it so I made Lewis do it but I wanted it to be you so badly I forgot about the food and- yeah. Sorry.”
“So… you burnt my dinner because you were horny?” George summarized with a smirk, Max flailing his hands.
“Horny for you,” he emphasized, George taking another bite of his pasta.
“I got that,” he smiled sweetly, handing the mostly empty dish off to Lewis. “Come here baby.”
Max crawled hurriedly into his arms, pressing desperate kisses to the inside of his neck. George tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he slid it off in an instant, pressing himself back up against George’s side.
“Can I-“ he asked, pulling at George’s shirt, but he shook his head.
“Pants first.”
Max stripped hurriedly, squirming out of his pants. Fully naked, he crawled back over to George, going in for a kiss. George smiled into the kiss, bracketing Max’s hips with his knees and rolling him over onto his back. George climbed on top of him, pressing their lips together roughly, his hands in his hair pulling hard.
“Fuck, please,” Max whimpered, grinding desperately against George’s thigh between his legs.
“Is this what you want?” George asked, tugging sharply in his hair. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, please,” Max begged, spreading his legs wider, enticing him closer. George pressed a kiss to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses down Max’s chest, stopping just above his belly button to look up at him through his eyelashes.
“I’d love to,” he grinned, and Max whimpered, his hips twitching up, held down by a firm palm. “I love fucking you, baby. All you have to do is ask. But-“
“But?” Max wailed. “Please, Georgie, please. I’ll do anything.”
“I thought you already got fucked today baby,” George asked innocently, pressing a kiss an inch lower, feeling Max’s stomach tense. He turned to look over his shoulder, where Lewis still stood, watching. “Isn’t that right?”
Lewis grinned, meeting his eyes. “Oh he definitely did.”
“And I’ve had such a long day,” he sighed, resting his head on Max’s stomach peering up at him. “I spent all day dealing with idiotic sponsors, just to come home and find two more idiots at home. Why should you get what you want? What about what I want?”
Lewis was there in an instant, nudging Max out of the way to climb on top of George, pressing a kiss to his lips insistently. “I’m sorry about your dinner baby,” he grinned, undoing the button of George’ pants. “You’ve had a long day, let me take care of you.”
“Lewis,” George moaned, closing his eyes as his boyfriend slowly pulled his pants down his legs, carefully tossing them to the side. He slid his hands under his shirt, pushing it up under his elbows as he leaned in to kiss him again.
“You wanna feel good, baby?” Lewis asked between kisses, George nodding desperately. “Max, pass me the lube.”
Max scrambled into action, tearing his gaze away from his boyfriends to open the top drawer of the nightstand and fish it out. “Please can I-“
“You can watch,” George said, spreading his legs wider to give Lewis access. And to give Max the perfect view of his hole, the way Lewis was circling it with one lubed finger, not yet pushing inside.
“Baby, please let me touch you,” Max whimpered, sitting pathetically on the other side of the bed, staring at him intently. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“
“Show me you can be good, and I’ll consider- ah,” George gasped as Lewis pushed the first finger in, slowly stretching him open. He let his head fall back against the pillow, relishing in the stretch. He let out a breathy sigh, closing his eyes as he let Lewis work to open him up.
“Feel good, princess?” Lewis asked with a smirk, glancing over at Max as he started to slowly thrust the single finger in and out.
“Feels- yeah- feels good,” George moaned shamelessly, spreading his legs even wider. “More- please.”
“Shh, I've got out,” Lewis murmured, one hand resting softly on his hip as he worked two fingers inside. “There you go. Nice and slow.”
“I can take it,” George panted, shifting his hips to work them inside.
“We don’t have to rush, baby,” Lewis grinned, bending to press a kiss to his chest. “Let me treat you right.”
He fucked him slowly, with two fingers, working them in and out, a nice, gentle rhythm. George rocked his hips to meet each thrust, pressing down on the fingers inside him, crying out whenever Lewis grazed his prostate. Max watched helplessly as Lewis fucked him so well, drawing out all the prettiest moans from his parted lips, making him writhe and squirm and beg with pleasure.
“Ready for another one, baby?” Lewis asked finally, pulling his fingers out. George whined softly, opening his eyes to look up at him.
“Please, Lewis,” he begged, his hips jerking up to chase Lewis’s fingers, hating the feeling of being empty. “I need it, please.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time, sliding back inside with three, watching the pleasure wash over his face, erasing any hints of tiredness or frustration. He spread his fingers wide, letting George feel the stretch, listening to the soft noises he made as Lewis carved out a space for himself inside him.
“You look beautiful baby,” he smiled, running a hand through George’s hair. “Taking it so well.”
“Fuck George, you-“ Max stuttered, raptured by the scene in front of him. “You look so hot right now.”
“Yeah?” He asked with a gasp, Lewis suddenly shifting inside him.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Max said wistfully, watching his face twist and contort with every shift of Lewis’s hand. He wanted to touch him so bad, to slide a finger in alongside Lewis’s three, feel how George would gasp and clench around him. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” George mumbled, his eyes closed, as he focused on the feeling of Lewis inside him. “Fuck me, please. Please Lew.”
He settled back into the sheets, closing his eyes as Lewis wrapped a careful hand around his hip, positioning him just how he wanted him. Lewis slid a pillow under his hips, kneeling between his spread legs as he positioned his cock at George’s entrance. He paused, slowly stroking himself, spreading the lube fully around his cock, making sure he was nice and wet. He grabbed his cock, smearing it around George’s hole, teasing him with it but never pushing inside.
“Please, Lewis, fuck him,” Max begged, breaking the silence first. He was sitting on his knees, hands pinned underneath his thighs, staring at the two of them. “He- I- He needs it. Please.”
“Aww, Maxie, look at you,” Lewis teased, meeting his boyfriend’s desperate eyes. “You’re being so good. Just for you, I’ll fuck him. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
“Uh huh,” Max nodded, dipping his head. He wanted to touch so badly, but he knew he couldn’t, knew he had to keep his hands to himself. He was desperately hard, just at the thought of watching his boyfriend get fucked, the sight obscenely pornographic, but so good. He felt lightheaded, like he might come just from watching.
Lewis finally slipped the tip inside, stretching George around the head of his cock. He was panting softly, his hole stretching to accommodate Lewis’s thick cock, taking it beautifully. He gasped quietly as Lewis shifted his hips minutely, working it into him in shallow thrusts.
“C’mon Lew, fuck him properly,” Max begged, clenching his hands into fists beneath his thighs. This whole time, George hadn’t said a word, content to just lie there as Lewis wrung gasp after gasp out of him, extracting every ounce of pleasure. His eyes were closed, his body lax, just taking everything he was given, enjoying it.
Without warning, Lewis slammed the rest of his cock in, the three of them gasping in unison. George sobbed as Lewis continued to set a fast pace, hitting his prostate dead on every time. Lewis was so big inside of him, he felt so full, his body clenching hard around every thrust.
“How does he feel?” Max asked, his voice trembling with restraint, watching Lewis fold over George to kiss him passionately, the change in angle allowing him to fuck him even deeper.
“So good,” Lewis moaned, bracing himself on an elbow next to George’s head as he kept fucking into him. “So fucking tight and hot. So perfect. Fuck.”
“Fuck him harder,” Max whined and Lewis complied, straightening up so that he could grip George’s hips properly, slamming down even harder into him. He cried out, reaching blindly for something to hold onto, finding nothing.
“Max,” he whimpered, turning his head to the side, searching for him. Max was at his side in a second, holding his hand and stroking his hair as Lewis fucked him hard. Max wiped away the stray tears that fell from his eyes with a gentle swipe, kissing his cheek for each one.
“You’re so good for us,” he whispered in his ear, kissing every inch of him he could reach, licking away the salt and sweat that coated his soft skin. “So perfect. So beautiful. You’re made for this, baby. Made for getting fucked so good.”
“Ah, Max,” George cried between thrusts, “want you.”
Lewis slowed his thrusts, George whimpering at the sudden loss of pleasure. He slowly started to pull out, but George clamped his legs around him, keeping him inside.
“No, no. Want you both.”
“Both?” Lewis asked, as Max said, “Holy fucking shit.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” Max asked, meeting his tear streaked blue eyes. “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
George nodded softly, meeting his eyes with a tender smile. “Don’t have anything,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I want you inside me. Both of you.”
“Okay baby,” Lewis said, rolling them onto their sides so that Max could press himself up against George’s back, his hands tracing every inch of exposed skin, pressing soft kisses down his spine. “You’ll need more lube.”
George nodded quietly, happy to doze softly in Lewis’s arms as Max searched for the bottle of lube, squeezing some of it out onto his fingers. He ran a finger around his rim, shivering at the sight of Lewis already inside him, stretching him open so wide already. It seemed impossible that he could fit two of them, and yet he’d done it before, his hole stretching to accommodate both of them.
Max couldn’t even fathom how good it was going to feel, to slide inside alongside Lewis. How hot and tight it would be, the pressure of George’s ass clamping down on their cocks. The three of them connected together, filling him up so perfectly.
Max slowly slid one finger in, marveling at the stretch, how easily he could accommodate another one, his hole already so fucked out and open. George hissed out a breath as he slid fully inside, his nails digging deep into Lewis’s back.
“That okay, baby?” Lewis asked softly, distracting him from the pain of the stretch with soft kisses. “You don’t have to-“
“Yeah, yeah, it’s good, I’m good,” George whimpered out, his body tight. “I want it.”
“Relax, baby,” Max said, running soothing hands down his sides, still gently moving the finger inside him. “It’ll go easier.”
“Okay, okay,” he panted, relaxing minutely. Max kept touching him gently, massaging him open, as Lewis pulled him into his arms and kissed him properly, fully. It worked, his body slowly easing into their touch, offering enough space for Max to slide in a second finger.
“So good, baby,” Max groaned, nearly sobbing at the sight, how stretched his boyfriend’s hole was, and still he wanted more. Max’s whole cock was going to fit in there somehow. “You’re so close, just a little bit more.”
“Do it, please,” George gasped, Max slowly spreading his fingers apart, scissoring him carefully. “Just- put it in.”
“You’re not ready yet-“
“Then make me ready,” he snapped, his body tense again, his legs trembling at the effort of keeping himself open. Tears were starting to form in his eyes, the stretch so much, the pleasure bordering with pain. “I want it, please.”
Max worked a third finger in, wincing at the pained little cries he gave as he forced him open. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like, to be that open, taking that much. He’d only ever taken one of them at a time, giving up the second pleasure turned to pain. He hated to see George in pain, but he knew how much he wanted this, how desperate he was to have it.
“You’re okay, baby,” Lewis murmured in his ear, stroking his hair softly. “We’ve got you. You’re okay. Just relax, let us take care of you. It’s going to feel so good when Max is inside of you.”
“Lew,” George whimpered, clutching him tightly.
“Yeah, it hurts right now, but it’s going to feel so good soon, I promise,” Lewis said. “You’re so good for us. Think about it: all three of us together because of you. Because of how perfect you are, taking both of us.”
“Ah,” George cried out in agreement, Max spreading his fingers inside him, testing the stretch of his hole one last time.
“You sure you want this?” He asked, leaning over George’s shoulder to press a kiss to his cheek. George turned his head to the side, connecting their mouths in a tender kiss.
“Want it,” he nodded, closing his eyes.
Max lay down behind him, carefully aligning the tip of his cock with George’s stretched, swollen hole. It gaped softly around Lewis’s cock, just barely enough space for him to push inside. Over the course of what felt like hours, he slowly worked the head inside.
He paused, resting his forehead against George’s back to catch his breath, his cock barely inside. Lewis was moaning loudly, the pressure on his cock surely also unbearable, combined with the feeling of Max pressing up against him. George was quiet between them, his breathing short and shallow, biting back quiet whimpers at every shift and jostle.
“Are you okay?” Max asked hesitantly, holding him closely. “How does it feel?”
“Hurts,” George whimpered, barely getting the word out. “It’s- a lot.”
“Shit baby, do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, keep going,” he insisted, shifting back against Max. Max’s cock sunk a little deeper into him, his body stretching even more to accommodate it. He cried out, stilling his hips.
Inch by inch, Max slowly pushed the rest of the way into his body. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” he panted with every inch he moved, a litany of curses falling from George’s mouth, no longer able to keep quiet.
He could feel Lewis pressed up against him, both their cocks buried inside the man they loved, George between them weeping and whimpering but taking it so well.
“You’re doing so well,” Lewis whispered, holding him tight. “You have no idea what you do to us, we’re crazy about you. You’re insane, look at you. Two big cocks inside you and you’re taking it so beautifully.”
“Just a little bit more,” Max moaned, desperate to just shove the rest of his cock into the tight heat, but unwilling to cause George more than the slightest amount of pain. “So close.”
He bottomed out inside him, feeling his hips press tightly up against his ass. It was impossibly tight, he was sure George had never been this tight. His brain was spiraling, struggling to stay conscious through the overwhelming sensations. Every time he shifted he felt Lewis’s cock rub up against him, not an inch of space between them.
“Oh god, Lewis,” he moaned, fighting the urge to come inside his boyfriend immediately. He couldn’t do that, had to make this good for George. Had to give him everything he wanted. But he wasn’t going to last long, not with the way George was clenching around him. “I need to-“
“You better not come yet, Verstappen,” George gritted out between his teeth, his whole body trembling.
“How do you feel, Georgie?” Max asked quietly, taking long, slow, deep breaths so that he wouldn’t lose it immediately.
“Full,” he laughed tightly, letting out a slow exhale. “I can feel you- both of you- inside me. It’s so much, I- I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“I can’t believe you did this,” Max moaned, running a gentle finger around his hole, where the three of them were connected. “You feel so good.”
“I- I like it,” George admitted, shivering at his touch. “I like having you both. It makes me feel- wanted. Needed.”
“I hope you know that we need you all the time,” Lewis said quietly, kissing him softly. “You don’t have to do this for us to want you. We always want you.”
“I know,” he smiled, laying his head on Lewis’s chest, blushing faintly. “But I like it. A lot. I like- the stretch, being so full. I love that I can have both of you at the same time.”
“I love it too,” Lewis said, kissing his forehead. “You feel so good, baby, and we love you. So much.”
George smiled happily, relaxing between them, the pain and tension slowly fading from his body as he settled into the new stretch, his body getting accustomed to it.
“Ready for more, baby?” Max asked, once his breathing had settled enough that he could trust himself not to come immediately.
“Yes, please,” George said quietly. Max slowly pulled out of his hole, pushing back in again in one long, smooth stroke. He did it again, feeling the way George gasped and moaned, his breaths coming faster, his chest rising and falling with effort.
Lewis’s hands joined his on George’s hips, the two men alternating their slow thrust up into their boyfriend’s tight body. George writhed on the bed between them, feeling so full, so good, so taken care of. He could barely breathe, every last drop of air being punched out of him in moans and gasps as they fucked deeper and deeper into him every time.
The pleasure was unrelenting, waves and waves of it crashing over him faster than his body could handle. He was so close, his body teetering on the edge of release, desperate to come. He felt their hands squeeze his hips harder, felt them pick up the pace, their cocks rubbing against each other inside him. Pleasuring each other while they were fucking him.
“Max! Lewis!” He gasped their names over and over again, begging for release. He felt so good, he’d never felt so good before in his life. He wanted to stay like this forever, with them inside him, just making him feel this good all day. Never have to worry about anything else, never have to think, just take everything they were giving him, all the pleasure they had to offer.
“Georgie,” they moaned in unison, timing their thrusts perfectly, slamming into his prostate over and over again, unrelentingly. “You feel so good.”
He could feel the pressure building in his gut, so close to boiling over. “I’m close,” he gasped out, reaching for his cock.
“You can do it, baby,” Lewis said, holding his hands and pinning them between their bodies. “You’re doing so well. Come for us.”
They picked up the pace even more, slamming into his hole, so perfectly, so precisely. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He just held on to Lewis, his head pressed against his chest as he sobbed through the waves of pleasure.
“Come on, Georgie, come on,” Max groaned, gripping his hips so tight there would be ugly bruises littered across them for the next week. “You’re so close, just let go.”
He came suddenly with a scream, his body locking up, clenching down hard around the cocks inside him. They fucked him through it, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of his body. His come painted the space between him and Lewis, coating both of them in a sticky layer as he clung onto him.
Finally, he collapsed, his body sagging into the bed, head hitting the pillow, exhaustion taking over. He could almost fall asleep, could almost forget the two massive, hard cocks inside him, still splitting him open. His boyfriends had stopped moving once he’d finished coming, letting him collapse between them. They kissed him softly, stroking every part of him they could reach, running soft fingers through his sweaty hair, gently combing it out of his eyes.
“Good boy,” Lewis smirked, watching the minute shiver that ran up his spine at the praise. He was too exhausted to react any more than that. “So perfect.”
“Do you want us to-“
“Inside me,” George said sleepily, still enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full, without the desperate need to come. He let his eyes fall shut, cuddling into Lewis’s chest.
“You sure baby?” Lewis asked quietly. “You’re not too sensitive?”
He shook his head. “Want you in me.”
“Crazy boy,” Max moaned, slowly starting to move again inside him, chasing his own orgasm, Lewis doing the same. George moaned sleepily as he felt them moving inside him, using his body for their own pleasure. Their hands gripped him, moving him where he needed to be, wherever felt best for them.
Max came first, gasping his name as he painted his insides white with his cum, filling him up. Lewis followed him not long after, thrusting deep inside him, stilling as he came, shooting hot pulses of his come into George’s ass, mixing it with Max’s. It wasn’t rare for him to have both of their come inside him, often having both of them inside him on a single night. But rarely together. Rarely did he get to feel their come mingling together, their cocks both still softening inside him.
“I love you,” Max said, pulling out of him as gently as he could, trying to not make George grimace. He kissed him softly, turning his sleepy head with a firm palm to join their lips together in a lingering kiss.
“I love you too,” Lewis smiled, easing himself out of George’s hole. He pouted at the emptiness, the feeling of their come oozing out of his hole in sticky pulses, his hole unable to close up enough to keep it in. Lewis pulled him into his arms, connecting their lips together, sharing the same air.
“Love you both,” he said, dozing off, their arms wrapped around him, embracing him tightly. He smiled, happy. He wanted to stay like this forever, between the two of them.
Lewis broke the silence first, sighing as he asked, “Do you want to clean up now, or in the morning?”
He wanted to fall asleep so badly, but he could feel the come running down the inside of his thighs, and hated the feeling of them sticking together. “Feel gross,” he pouted, already regretting his decision, but knowing he’d regret it more in the morning if he didn’t. “Now.”
“I’ll go run you a bath,” Lewis said, kissing his forehead as he slid out of bed. “You stay here with Max.”
George smiled his thanks, cuddling deeper into Max’s side. He didn’t quite fit, somehow taller than both his lovers, but they made it work. Max held him close, running soothing fingers through his hair. George yawned, nodding off against the pillow against his will, fighting to keep his eyes open.
“You can sleep baby,” Max said gently, not stopping his soothing scalp massage. “We’ll get you all cleaned up. And I promise not to let you drown in the bath.”
“Thank you,” George giggled quietly, slowly letting go, letting himself drift off. “For everything.”
“I love you,” Max whispered, kissing his lips. George said nothing, already fast asleep in Max’s arms. Trusting him enough to take care of him, to keep him safe. Max beamed, brushing the hair out of his eyes as he snored softly.
“Princess is asleep,” Max giggled when Lewis came back to announce that the bath was ready. “You’ll have to carry him.”
“Me?” Lewis scoffed quietly, pointing at him accusingly. “Who was the one who let him fall asleep?”
“Don’t you think he deserves it, after today?” Max asked, rubbing his head guiltily. “It’s the least we can do for him, after we fucked everything else so badly.”
“Fair enough,” Lewis sighed, agreeing with him. “But will you at least help me carry him?”
“Fine,” Max groaned, but he was grinning, looking down at George’s sleeping figure. “Doesn’t he look so cute like this? Not scary at all.”
“Be careful, he might hear you,” Lewis giggled, playfully swatting his shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, George. You may be cute, but we’re scared shitless of you.”
“More like scared shitless of what we’d do if he ever left us,” Max said, the thought too awful to even bear thinking about. George had only joined them about a year ago, but life without him now seemed unbearable. He was the perfect third, suiting them both in ways they didn’t know could be possible, filling in gaps they didn’t know they had. Without him, their relationship would be incomplete, would probably shatter to pieces like glass if he ever dropped them. “We’d probably die without him.”
“Yeah, of starvation,” Lewis giggled, hoisting their sleeping boyfriend into his arms and carrying him to the bathroom where he gently set him down in the tub. Max trailed behind him, grabbing a bottle of George’s favourite soap off the counter. He poured some into his hands, working it into a lather before softly spreading it around George’s body.
“How the fuck did we live before we found him?” Max asked incredulously. He parted George’s legs gently, washing away the come from between his thighs.
Lewis shook his head. “No idea. All I remember is a lot of sex, fighting and eating takeout.”
“Sounds about right,” Max groaned, shifting to kneel behind George’s head, working some shampoo into his hair. He rinsed it out with a cloth, careful not to let any water run into his eyes. “I’m glad we found him. This is so much better.”
“Me too,” Lewis said, kneeling down next to him to pull him in for a passionate kiss, running his hands through his hair. They kissed softly, gently, exploring each other’s mouth, familiar territory being mapped all over again. Finally he stood up, pressing one more kiss to Max’s upturned face. “I’m gonna go change the sheets.”
“Ooo, nice touch,” Max grinned at him. “Good idea, he’ll like that.”
Max let George soak a little more, soaping him down gently to make sure he was perfectly clean. He drained the bath, wrapping his sleeping lover in a towel before carrying him back into the bedroom.
“Max?” George asked sleepily, cracking an eye open as Max settled him down on fresh sheets, right between them in the middle of the bed.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” Max smiled, kissing his forehead. “I love you.”
George smiled, closing his eyes again, instantly asleep. He knew he was safe here.
When George awoke the next morning, he felt impossibly sore. His whole body felt like he’d been hit by a bus, his hips and thighs covered in dark bruises from where he’d been grabbed and squeezed the night before. He moved his legs tentatively, wincing at how sore he was, that even such a small movement made him cringe. He was also, upsettingly, alone in his bed, the sheets warm but empty on either side of him.
That is, until the door to their bedroom burst open, revealing Max carrying a tray of food, Lewis hot on his heels. “We thought you might like some breakfast in bed,” Max grinned, helping him shuffle into a comfortable position and setting the plate down on his lap and kissing him good morning.
“Think of it as an apology for last night,” Lewis said, giving him a kiss as well. “You deserve better.”
“I already forgave you,” he smiled. And the apology sex had been incredible, even if it meant he could barely move today.
“Then think of it as an advance apology for the next time we fuck up,” Lewis said and George laughed.
“Thank you,” he said, picking up his fork. “I love you both.”
“We love you too,” they both said, watching him with unbearable fondness.
“And, um, don’t worry about the food,” Max said sheepishly, watching George’s fork hover over the plate. “We took your advice and ordered something this time.”
“But um, sorry if it’s cold,” Lewis said, matching Max’s sheepish expression. “We got a little distracted making out and didn’t notice when it got delivered.”
“Some things never change,” George laughed, taking a bite of a somewhat lukewarm waffle. Max and Lewis hovered over him, watching his reaction to the first bite. George smiled at them, pulling them in for a hug. “But it’s perfect. So I hope they never do.”