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"Are you sure he'll like this?" John asked, peeped around the walk-in closet door, half shut from his own shyness. Alex resisted the urge to the wrench the door open; after almost a year of dating John, and just a few short months of having him integrated completely into his relationship with Lafayette, he knew the best way to test John's limits was gently. Lead him to the edge of the river, let him sip the water. Don't push him in.
"I'm positive. 120%. In fact, I don't think he'll even like it, so much as he'll fucking cream himself."
John's gaze narrowed in skepticism.
"What?" Alex returned .
"I look silly."
"Will you at least show me?"
With a sigh, John pushed open the door the rest of the way, stepped out of the shadows. Arms wrapped around himself in a tight, nervous hug. Face flushed in embarrassment.
When Alex didn't say anything, just stared at him in an expression John couldn't quite read, he tried to retreat back into the closet. "Ok, I'm changing, I look ridiculous, I'm sure whatever you wear will be more than enough for Valentine's day, this is stupid..."
Alex snatched him by the wrist. "Don't you trust me?" he coaxed. Smiled softly, that charming, intoxicating way about him that had won John over countless times.
"Should I?"
"I have been with Lafayette for...god...years now. I know the ins and outs of his dirtiest fantasies." As Alex spoke, he gently led John to the full length mirror next to their bedroom door. "So trust me when I say, two of us, not just me, in complimentary, complicated, over the top lingerie is by far the best gift we can give him." Alex steered him in front of the mirror, stood behind him. Kissed his shoulder encouragingly. "Just look at yourself, Jack."
Blush deepening, John lifted his eyes to his reflection. Surveyed himself, the vast expanses of bronze skin dusted with freckles, looking darker than ever against the delicate lace and silk. While he studied himself, Alex combed his fingers through his curls, pinned them back loosely. He wasn't soft and pretty like Alex; he was all rough edges and hard angles. The cut of the garments (if the gauzy slips of material could even be called that!) just accentuated his harshness. Laf was gonna take one look at him and laugh his ass off, rightfully so.
"Here," Alex said, placing two tubes into his hand. John glanced at them. Chanel lipgloss in a translucent rose color and a black tube of mascara in a brand he didn't recognize. "Do you know how to put those on?"
John wrinkled his nose. "I think I can figure it out," he grumbled. Even if he did, it wouldn't help.
"Good. I'm gonna go get changed. Meet me on the couch; he should be home soon."
***
Even though his boyfriends had insisted on waiting until Saturday to celebrate Valentine's Day this year, Lafayette had stopped on his way home from work to pick up just a few things. He hated to show up at home empty handed. This was their first Valentine's day as a triad, and he wanted John to feel as loved and valued as possible. He picked up two bouquets; red and white roses for Alexander, pink and cream peonies for John. A bag of the dark roast coffee beans from the cafe that Alexander frequented. A new soft cashmere scarf for John in a pretty green color. He had big plans for the next evening, and couldn't wait to get home and start the celebrating.
Fumbling his key into the lock was a bit challenging with all the parcels in his arms, but he managed to do so without crushing the flowers. He was surprised to see Alexander's shoes and bag by the front door; he usually beat him home on Fridays.
He slid off his shoes, padded in his sock feet to the living room. The blinds had been left open, letting in the pink glow of the setting February sun.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Alexander purred, startling Lafayette, who had expected the living room to be empty from the quiet.
"Mon chou, you gave me a fright--" As his eyes adjusted to the dimming light, and he saw what awaited him on the couch, his mouth fell open in surprise.
And he dropped the flowers, the coffee, the bag with the scarf.
On the couch, arranged just so-- Alexander in black floral fishnet thigh-highs; black garters trimmed in red ribbon; red corset laced up in black ribbon. Eyes lined in smudgey black shadow, lips painted crimson. Hair tied tight in a bun atop his head. He lounged across the couch; next to him, with slightly less confident body language, was John. Where Alexander was dark, vampy, sinful, John looked. Well...
Lafayette cleared his throat.
"I thought we were celebrating tomorrow?" He asked.
John looked puzzled. "What's he saying?" he asked Alexander nervously. Wouldn't even look up at Laf.
"English, baby," Alexander teased him. He hadn't even realized he'd slipped into French, he was just so...
"Wow," he managed.
Alex tossed his head so the light hit his eyes; smirked. "Care for a closer look?"
It wasn't often that Lafayette found himself helpless, but the shock of seeing his boys, both of them, dressed just so, arranged so beautifully on the couch, waiting for him... He was genuinely struggling to think.
"Perhaps I...um...do not want to disturb such a beautiful picture?"
Lifting an eyebrow, Alex's smirk widened. "That so?" He wrapped his arm around John's waist, pulled him closer, hoisted him onto his lap. John was pliant, allowed himself to be maneuvered. "You'd be content just to watch?"
"For the moment." Still shook, he found seating on one of their oversized ottomans.
"I like this plan," Alex admitted. Swiveled their angle so Lafayette could see everything, every inch... "I think Jacky could use a bit of an audience to boost his confidence." Alex read Lafayette's puzzled expression correctly. "Oh, yes, you heard me. Jack wasn't sure you'd like this..."
For the second time that afternoon, Lafayette's mouth fell open in surprise. John blushed, looked away. "Non, little one. Please look at me."
Cradled in Alexander's lap, John obliged him. Blushing furiously, he made eye contact with Laf, let his boyfriend really drink in the sight. His ensemble was pink so pale, it was almost white. Corset cinched around his waist. Ruffled garter belt across his hips. His package barely contained by delicate lace panties. Sheer stockings in blushed silk. Open-fingered opera gloves. Everything in filmy, barely-there, creamy silk, trimmed in pale-pink ribbon. The contrast of John's angelic, soft innocent look against Alexander's dark, erotic persona made Lafayette's mouth water. Even their hair and make-up: Alex's polished bun versus John's tumbling curls; Alex's dark-lined eyes and red lips versus John's long eye-lashes and glossy pink mouth.
"You were correct, mon tresor," Lafayette said, leaning back to bear his weight on one arm. Stripped off his tie, untucked his shirt with his free hand. "I do not like it. I adore, I love, I am obssesed with all of it."
Hypnotized by Lafayette's words, John hadn't noticed Alex's hands sneaking around him. He jolted in surprise as Alex tweaked his nipples.
"Just relax, sweetheart," Alexander soothed him. Pecked a trail of kisses up John's neck. "You look so sexy; bet you taste even better."
"Go on, Alexander," Lafayette urged. "Show our John just how beautiful we think he is. Get him ready for me."
John moaned at that, at Alex guiding him by the chin into a possessive kiss. Curled his tongue into John's mouth, lay his hand flat over John's stomach. Ran curled fingers down one silk-wrapped thigh. Teasing, light touches that had John arching up into in him no time. Wanted to kiss away every insecurity.
"Laf," John whimpered, made big wide eyes at him. Alexander nibbled his ear, skated his hands over his skin, played at every boundary where lace ribbon silk met flesh.
"What is it, my sweet?"
John licked his lips, swallowed. His eyes had gone dreamy as Alexander touched him. Kissed him. Loved him. "Are you gonna join us? This is...is for you, sir." God, how that word did things for him, and how John's eyelashes fluttered as he said it. Laf's pulse skyrocketed.
"I will join when I think you are ready, cherie. For now, the view alone is exquisite."
Watched his boys with nothing but love in his heart; there could be nothing more beautiful.