Is 3 Better Than 2?

Is 3 Better Than 2?


She watched as Chris and Taylor fought over the dress. It was silky, and pink, and entirely too short, but the 12 yr. Old was determined to have it. Her older brother was just as determined that she would not, and so they were giving Marty the show of her life.


"Taylor, you're not old enough for a dress like this," Chris almost pled. Marty could see that he was close to giving in. That little girl had him wrapped around her little finger, and that was no doubt.


"Yeah?" Taylor giggled before she went in for the kill, "Well, I've never seen anyone over 16 wear those pants, Chrissy."


Marty snorted, receiving a scathing glance from her dark-haired best friend.


Chris looked down at his loose leather jeans, knowing Taylor was right, and that he'd lost this particular argument. He sighed as he let go of the hanger, pulling out his wallet to get at the credit card his sister was waiting impatiently for. She wiggled her fingers at him.


"Hurry up Chrissy, so we can go get ice cream."


Receiving the plastic card, she ran to the counter, where a star-struck clerk eagerly rang up a purchase for Chris Kirkpatrick.


Chris huffed as he dropped beside Marty on the bench, running his fingers through spiked hair.


"That girl's gonna give me an ulcer before I'm 40, I swear," he said tiredly.


Marty threw an arm around his shoulders, ignoring the whiff of warm, spicy Chris-smell that briefly tried to overwhelm her senses.


"She's growing up babe, and that's not something that you have any control over." Marty dared to squeeze him a little, knowing that a person as touchy-feely as her friend was would need it.


Chris looked so dted ted as he spoke. "I feel so old when you say that, and I don't want to feel that way." He rubbed a hand over his eyes before continuing, "Hell, I still haven't found the love-of-my-life, and you know what THAT means."


Marty smirked, looking at the oversized imp from the corner of her eye. Chris was trying hard to hide a grin, gazing at her unabashedly. She was very aware of the deal they'd made, and he knew this very well. If they weren't married (to otheopleople) by the time they were 40, they'd marry each other.


"Are you that determined to marry me, Christopher? I would think you'd be running for the hills at this point." She paused to take a deep breath, and try to still her rapidly beating heart. "You know I'd never hold you to that anyway, Pix."


A deep voice invaded their space with a smooth, "What's a pix?" Lance came around the bench to sit down on the other side of Marty.


She shivered as he leaned over close, waiting for a response.


Damn, but this was a mess she was in.


"None of your business, Bass." Marty snorted at Chris' sharp tone. She knew how much the nickname bugged him. She squeezed him again in affection.


"I've been calling him Pixie since he was 5. Back then I was bigger than he was, and anyway, he looked just like the picture of a pixie in my fairy tale book." No one could mistake her warm tone for anything but the deep love she held for her childhood friend.


"Pixie, huh?" Lance chuckled deep in his chest, sending more shivers to her body via the arm he leaned against.


"You have a very big mouth, Martha Rae."


Marty glanced at Lance to see if he caught the reference to the aging actress/singer her mother favored. Nope. Either that or he was just being the sweetheart she knew him to be.


As she studied his face, she was caught up I the heavy softness of his eyelids, the thickness of his eyelashes, the olive green of his beautiful eyes. He was in his own way, the most attractive man she'd ever met.


"Mart?" Her head snapped around at Chris question. "Uh. Yeah?" Man. How could she have been so careless? To get caught staring at Lance. Jeez. And why did Chris look so pissed?


She quickly let her eyes flit to Lance, wondering if he'd seen what happened. He was looking at her with a thoughtful expression. Shit.


Marty got up, excusing herself to go help Taylor with her clothing bags. She didn't see the LOOK the two boys exchanged behind her back.


Later, as they rode back to Chris' house in the cruiser, Marty stole brief looks at both Chris and Lance, wondering at the intense glances they were sharing. Had she started something she'd never intended?


Taylor modeled her clothes in front of the guest room full-length mirror, squealing at the top of her lungs at each new outfit. She was the perfect cover when Marty needed to think. The preteen didn't require anything but a smile and a nod every so often. And right now Marty NEEDED to think.


She wasn't an idiot. Marty knew that there was a good chance she had opened up an ugly can of worms this afternoon. Chris had always been a little protective of her, and if he thought Lance might return some of that interest she showed him today, then he would surely say something. This would normally not be a problem, but then there were her feelings for Chris himself to be considered.


Again she silently berated herself for her too-big heart. She'd gone and fallen for them both, and as such could have neither. For how could she reject one when she loved them each so deeply?


Marty had been friends with Chris since childhood, and admired and respected him immensely. He'd pulled himself out of the mire of poverty to become one of the most successful and eligible bachelors around. It was only recently that she'd put his wonderful personality together with his HOT looks and the dampness between her legs whenever he touched her.


At the same time her attraction to her Pixie was coming in to play, she'd begun to grow closer to Lance, their friendship being so different from any other she'd had, that it was refreshing in its own right. Where her relationship with Chris was rooted in family, childhood experiences, and equally fun natures, her bonding with Lance had taken place over a love of quiet, books, and the natural world.


Each friendship was every bit as strong as the other, as was the mature love she felt for both men.


God help her, because no one else would.


Chris and Lance were on the back porch, having a quiet beer and an even quieter stare at each other.


Lance broke the silence, knowing that Chris would never bring up his feelings for Marty on his own. He also knew that the older man would likely just hand Marty over to Lance, thinking that was what she wanted. Lance knew otherwise.


"She an awesome person," he said quietly, sliding a little further down in to his lawn chair.


Chris gave him a sharp look before replying, "She's more that that, and you know it."


Lance sighed at the hurt already coloring his friend's voice. This needed to be said, and quickly. He leaned closer to the dark-eyed man.


"She won't give you up, Chris. So don't even try to push her away."


Another sharp look, along with the tiny bit of longing he tried very hard to hide.


"That's bullshit, Bass. She doesn't need me any more that you do." And Chris was surprised to find that that actually hurt.


The blonde man thought sharply to himself. This was wholly about Marty right now, and he needed to keep his focus on that.


Maybe he should go straight for the shockteadtead of ticking off the logical points? I mean, this was Chris he was talking to, after all. Before he could say anything Chris was already speaking.


"I've seen how she looks at you." He swallowed hard, trying to choke past the lump in his throat. " Like you're everything she could ever want." He caught Lance's eye again. "You feel the same. What more needs to be said?" He tried to shrug it off, but failed pretty miserably since his expression was one of pure agony.


Lance couldn't deny any of it. He was head-over-heels for Marty. Had been for a good year before she started showing him her own interest. The difference was, Marty also loved Chris. And Lance knew it would break her heart if she had to choose between them. For her it was both of them, or nothing. And if it was nothing well, they'd all three be broken. Lance wasn't willing to let that happen.


"She's been in love with you in some form or another since you were kids, Chris. There's no way in hell she's doing anything without you. And I don't really think she should." Lance gave Chris an intense look, evaluating his responses. "The only question is, can you handle sharing her with me?"


Chris' jaw was hanging open in shock. His brows drew together in sudden anger.


"What the hell are you saying?! You are NOT going to fuck around with my Marty!"


"Guess I was right about how you feel about her, huh Chris?" Lance gave him a warm smile, suddenly glad to know that Chris loved her so much. Made it a lot easier to say what he had to.


Chris snarled at him.


"I still have feelings for you, elf." And there it was: his heart. Laying out there for his friend to stomp on.


The older man stilled at the words, not making any movement or sound for a good 5 minutes. Lance was beginning to worry that he had fucked things up, but good. But then Chris said quietly, "I never knew you had any to start with, man."


Now Lance was stunned.


"Come on Chris. I don't sleep around, and you know it. If all I wanted was a fuck, I could get that anywhere. Why would I risk the group dynamic for casual sex?!" His voice had grown steadily louder until he was on the verge of outright yelling.


Chris cringed. It meant something that Lance was angry. That didn't happen very often.


"Why were you gone when I woke up then? I figured that spoke pretty clearly what your feelings were. Couldn't you face me?" Chris hoped he didn't sound as pitiful as he felt. Hell, he could STILL feel Lance's hands on his body, his soft mouth working along the muscles of his belly, his cock filling him so completely. His eyes closed on the thoughts, his heart aching with unrequited love.


Shit.


He was fucking pathetic.


Lance was incensed. "Knowing how skittish you've been since Dani, I thought I was giving you room to decide how you felt about it. Me gone, no pressure. Are you telling me you thought I was treating you like a one-night-stand?!" His green eyes flashed at his friend, as he burned with the unresolved hurt. Whatever else happened tonight, this situation would finally be dealt with.


"Weren't you?!" Chris yelled back. He suddenly reminded Lance of a little black dog, barking to protect his loved ones. It immediately softened his heart and calmed his anger.


He found himself on his knees in front of Chris' chair. Gripping his friend's denim-clad thighs, he said softly, "No." And he touched his lips to Chris' chin, the dark hair a welcome roughness against his heated mouth. He licked his goatee before saying in a whisper, "If I had it to do again, I'd stay and keep you in bed as long as I could."


The screen door squeaked as it opened for Marty, and she looked up from her coffee cup to find Lance on his knees before Chris, his lips on the older man's chin. She froze.


It looked as if her two guys were involved in something intimate. Fuck, but THAT thought was hot. And then came the inevitable doubts. If they were all ready together, than she had no chance at all with either of them.


She took another step toward them, eyes already sad, when they finally realized she was there. Oddly enough, the only one who jumped was Chris.


"Goddamit Lance! NOW look what you've done." He sat as far back into his chair as he could, shakily pushing Lance away from his legs.


Lance gave him a tender smile, and Marty felt a tearing in her chest.


Too late. Too late.


Not knowing what else to do, she stumbled back into the house, the stairs nearly unclimbable mountains for her trembling legs, and then she was slamming her door and letting go of the most heartwrenching sobs her body was capable of.


It was almost beyond her comprehension. She was in love with two men, who were together. She must be masochistic deep down in her psyche. And not only that, but one of them was her supposed best friend, who obviously had some things he'd never shared with her. That somehow hurt the most, that Chris wasn't the person she'd known for so long.


She sobbed piteously, hugging her knees; her back pressed against the wall right next to her door. Her heart lurched every time she pictured that look on Lance's face. That was love. For Chris. It was nearly too much to take.


Then her door opened, and those two men came in, and plucked her small body off the floor, placing her carefully on her bed before them. She was enfolded in four warm, strong arms for a moment, voices bleeding in and out of her tragic awareness.


"We've hurt her did this wrong a fuck-up god, she's love her, you idiot need you both but she's not"


Marty shut down then, her worn out emotions pressing her down, down into a healing sleep, where she was surrounded by loving arms and sweet words, and all was right in her world.


She woke to confusion.


Her nose was pressed into the nape of someone's neck and by the comforting smell and dark, silky hair it was Chris. Not too all-fire strange, since he would've been the first to want to comfort her, she admitted to herself. But then who was stretched out along her back, their big hand cupping her hip, their breath tickling the back of her ear?


Pushing that mystery aside for a moment, she let herself revel in the fact that she was laying next to her Pixie. She took a few deep breaths, his scent curling around her, bringing a familiar feeling of safety, and love. Hoping he was really asleep, she slipped her hand under his arm, hugging him to her chest like she'd wanted to for so long now. At least she could have this, until they woke, and her nightmare came back in earnest. "Love you," she whispered against his neck.


"He loves you, too. And so do I," a very deep, very familiar voice breathed into her ear.


She stiffened, not understanding what the hell was going on. And then e wae was pulling her up with him, and Chris was awake and smiling gently at her, and Lance was hugging her tightly, and oh GOD, what the hell was going on?!


She scrambled off the bed, crossing her arms over her heaving chest, and facing them with a stubborn look that had Chris grinning like the imp she'd always known him to be. Fucking rat.


She turned to Lance, stillness claiming her again as she observed that same tender, loving smile turned on her.


"What?" She suddenly couldn't verbalize her thoughts. They tumbled willy-nilly through her head.


Chris laughed.


"Never seen YOU at a loss for words, Mart."


"Bite me, Pix." She was pleased to find that SOME things were second nature. And now that her tongue was loosened


"Would someone like to explain to me what I saw out on the porch earlier?" Now that she'd cried herself out, she could let herself be angry about this.


Chris winced at her tone, but Lance was as calm as ever. And the designated speaker, apparently.


"I was attempting to rekindle something that happened between Chris and I a long time ago." Their eyes met for a moment, and she could see the 'something' was still very strong between them. Sighing deeply, she waited for him to go on.


Chris surprised her by speaking up.


"We had a night together, Mart. And then a huge misunderstanding." She looked down to see their hands clasped, fingers woven together tightly, and her heart tore again.


"I know I never told you about it, but I was a little ashamed about letting my heart get broken like that. And I wasn't real sure you'd be OK about me sleeping with a guy." He hastened to add, "I never did it again, anyway, so it didn't seem like a good topic to bring up." His eyes begged for her forgiveness, and she knew she'd grant it eventually.


But how could she bear the pain?


Her gaze was drawn to Lance, who had gotten up and was coming around the bed to her. He enfolded her in his arms, and she had no choice but to let her own arms wrap around his hard waist. She buried her face in his chest, taking this chance to hold her other love for a time.


Lance pulled back, putting a finger under her chin and lifting her face so that he could look into her eyes.


"He's telling you this for a reason, Marty. How do you feel about Chris and I sleeping together? Honestly." He looked much too concerned about her answer, and she just couldn't figure it all out. Her thoughts were still pretty muddy. How DID she feel about it? Besides the obvious.


"If you mean am I upset about the guy-guy thing, then no. I'll love you guys no matter who you have sex with." She almost choked on the 'love' part, and hoped they couldn't see her pain in her expression.


Chris said hesitantly, "But are you PHYSICALLY disgusted by it?"


She wondered faintly if they would pound it all into her before this conversation was over. Could this hurt any fucking more?


She sighed before saying flatly, "No, no. In fact, before it registered what was going on, I thought it was pretty damn hot. Happy now?"


Chris threw himself at her, knocking her off her feet and landing over her, where he wrapped himself around her and squeezed her for all he was worth. She glared over his shoulder at Lance's ecstatic grin.


"What the fuck? Have you two lost your minds?" She just needed to get the hell out of the house and go home, where she could cry her heart out to her sisters and try to get over this. Like that would happen any time soon.


"Chris baby, get off the poor girl and let's finish this." Lance sounded sopy, py, it was hard to keep herself from screaming at them both. She had to show them that she was OK with this. No one needed their love to have a rough start. It would tough enough for them without her adding to it.


Chris raised up over her for a moment; his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Lance helped up, and then they each took one of her hands, lifting her gently up to face them.


They clasped hands again, and then Chris pulled her into a hug that felt different, somehow. Before she could register how, Lance wrapped his arms around her fromind,ind, extending his reach until he was holding Chris, too.


Marty was a little confused. This seemed to be more than just a "we're-happy-you-approve-of-us-being-a-couple" hug. It felt like they were trying to include her in their joy. Which was totally like her loving friends, to want to share their happiness with their closest friend. Unfortunately it just made her more despondent. When would this nightmare end?


And then Chris' lips were on her left ear, and he was speaking in a voice she'd never heard before. Sliding, sibilant tones dripping into her ear on a warm, moist breath, saying things she'd given up ever hearing from him, and some new things that she wasn't sure she understood just yet.


"Want to love you, Mart. Need to hold you, kiss you, make you mine. Mine. And his. We love you, baby. We."


She was nearly swooning from the onslaught of his words, when she felt Lance's lips at her other ear.


"I love Chris, Marty honey, and I love you." His deep voice started her shivering. What were they saying? "We want to love you. Want you to love us. Can you, honey? Can you love us together?" The words faded into a rumbling just under the range of her hearing. He nuzzled under her ear, the nape of her neck, holding the curtain of her hair aside with warm fingers.


Their words were slowly coming into focus, and she was stunned at the entire concept. They wanted each other. OK, she could see that, but they wanted her, too? They loved her? Both of them? She was almost afraid to accept it, and if their constant nuzzling wasn't keeping her fuzzy, she might have voiced that fear. At this point, hope had clogged her heart beyond rational thought.


"Pix?" she said shakily. Her fingers scrabbled at his waist.


"Yeah baby?" He breathed into the soft skin of her throat.


"Pix." No matter how far-gone she looked, he knew that tone. He raised up to face her.


Her eyes wet with unshed tears, she choked out, "Love you, Pix. God. Love you."


Chris thought he might die from happiness. His long-hidden love for his southern boy was returned, and the deep love that had grown within him for his best friend could be expressed as well. He could love them both.


Burying his fingers in her dark hair, he pulled her into their first kiss. He'd wanted to do it for so long.


Her lips were soft and pliant, and almost hot against his own. Their hips pressed close and he realized how very hard he already was. Gasping, he leaned back to look into her brown eyes again.


Touching his face with wonder in her expression, she said, simply, "Yours."


Lance was still pressed to Marty's back, his own excitement as evident as Chris' was. Turning her head towards his face, Marty addressed him next.


"Lance." She had a little better control over her voice, but he could still detect a quaver.


"Yeah, honey?" His deep rumble moved along her nerve endings in a sweet rush. He licked at the corner of her mouth, leaning into her view.


"Love you, too," she said softly. "Not as long as Chris, but for a pretty long time." She seemed a little more nervous with him, and he could understand implempletely. He'd never touched her much, before.


Catching Chris' eye over her head, he asked a silent question. The man understood immediately, gently turning their girl around to face Lance.


Marty looked into his green eyes, and was lost for a while. She could distantly feel Chris' hands on her hips, steadying her shaking figure, but she just couldn't look away from Lance's warm gaze. Hadn't she been nervous a moment ago? She thought she had, but couldn't quite remember why.


Lance knew he had her when her hands slipped up around his neck. Smiling gently, he placed his hands over Chris' on her hips and pulled her up against him. Her lips were parted just slightly, and he couldn't resist leaning closer to stroke the opening with the tip of his tongue. Marty moaned deep in her throat, and softly sucked his warm, wet tongue into her mouth.


Lance reeled at the intimate gesture, groaning, himself. Chris felt obliged to lean around Marty and lick Lance's neck. The blonde man's knees almost buckled, and Chris decided maybe it was time to either move this to the bed, or stop it altogether.


Squeezing Marty's shoulders, he tried to speak in a normal tone and timbre. It wasn't easy when all he wanted was to strip all three of them and make love till dawn.


And that thought did NOT help.


"Marty baby. Lance. You guys, we need to talk about this before it goes any further."


The two slowly broke apart, swaying a little in the aftermath of their kiss. They both looked completely dazed.


'Damn,' Chris thought. 'I want ME some of that.'


Marty was smiling at Lance like the cat that ate the canary.


"Who taught you how to kiss like that, blondie?"


Lance glanced over her shoulder at Chris, a smile creeping over his face at the memory of 'their' first kiss.


Marty looked from one man to the other, suddenly very aware of the fact that they'd already slept together. It was a little disappointing, and she briefly felt like the odd man out.


"Oh. Right. By the way, where was I when this thing happened between you two?"


She caught the guilty look that flashed between them, and had to comment on it.


"I was around, and didn't see it?" She was hurt all over again that Chris hadn't told her. She was open-minded, wasn't she? Wasn't she?
"Rem"Remember in Colorado when we went skiing? And Lance and I got caught up at the hotel when the snowstorm hit?" Chris looked a tad sheepish. "Well, we were alone all night, and the power went out, and it was cold as hell in the rooms, so we decided to conserve body heat by sleeping in the same bed" He slowed down to catch a quick breath. " and one thing led to another I guess." He looked to Lance for support, and found himself lost in that green gaze.


Lance reached out for his hand and pulled him in close for a sweet, sensual kiss that reminded him all over again of how wonderful that night had been.


And how future nights would be.


Marty stared at them with her mouth hanging open. Pushing aside the irrational jealousy she felt, and vowing to talk to Chris later about the fact that he didn't tell her about the whole thing, she was able to enjoy the sight of the two men she loved kissing each other. Passionately, she might add.


It was fucking HOT.


She glanced down their bodies, getting an eyeful of exactly how turned on they really were. She felt a deep twitch between her legs, and knew her panties were most likely soaked.


And again they were being pulled off track.


She stepped closer, laying a hand on each man to draw his attention. They broke apart slowly, gasping and d.
.


"Come on guys. Let's go sit down and talk about this." She firmly guided them to the bed, pulling them down to either side of her. When everyone was settled comfortably, Lance and Marty against the headboard with Chris sitting cross-legged facing them, there was a long, very pregnant silence. No one was exactly sure what to say about all of this. Marty decided to just jump in, since she was the newest member of this whatever it was.


"So. Um. How is this gonna work?" She picked at her pillow sham nervously. This was all very new, and she wasn't sure what to expect.


The boys just looked confused.


Chris said, "How is WHAT gonna work, Mart?"


She looked from Chris to Lance and back, realizing that they really had no idea what she was asking. Considering what that said about their intentions, she smiled happily.


\l bol boys, we have a few logistics issues, and also some privacy questions, the latter of which you are both WELL equipped to discuss."


"What's on your mind, honey?" Lance murmured.


"Logistics first, I guess, since that's the immediate concern." She blushed prettily as she considered carefully how to word this. She felt a hand on her ankle, and then one of her arm, as her boys tried to make her feel more at ease. She was grateful.


"Will we all sleep together? Or two at a time? If the former, where? If the latter, how will we get enough time together? Hell, I wasn't even gonna go there yet, but what exactly are we? Bed buddies? Boyfriends/girlfriend? Can we even BE defined? And speaking of definition, what do we tell others if they ask? Or do we tell them to take a flying leap, which is my personal preference" She was cut off as Lance's warm hand was placed gently over her mouth.


She glanced at him in surprise, nearly melting from the heated look he was giving her. Turning to Chris, she found the impish grin and sparkly eyes she so loved.


Her own eyes crinkling with mischief, she let the tip of her tongue run across the palm of Lance's hand.


He chuckled in that low, low voice of his, "If you want to use that tongue of yours, I have a few better suggestions." But he did move his hand from her mouth.


She blushed again, and Chris giggled.


"Bite me, Pix."


"Where would you like it, Mart?"


"I'll give you directions later."


Lance chuckled at their familbantbanter, enjoying the new, deeper meaning behind it.


"OK you two. So, may I express my own opinion about out uncommon relationship?" The blonde man ran the tip of a finger down Marty's arm, thrilling at her shudder.


"Go for it Scoop, baby. This is definitely your area." Admiration showed from Chris' brown eyes. His own fingers played with Lance's bare foot.


Lance thought a moment, and they said, "I can honestly say that I have no problem with our friends and family knowing about us. And by us, I mean the 3 of us. If it's what you both want, I'd like to be your boyfriend, and you two to be my boyfriend and girlfriend. However you want to work the public thing if fine, although to be fair I think I should continue to be seen as single. I wouldn't feel right being able to be with Marty, but not Chris." He took a deep calming breath for the next part.


"As for our physical relationship, I want us to sleep in the same bed, regardless of whose room it's in. I love you, and I never felt so right, so perfect as I did lying there with you both. Just because we're unconventional, we shouldn't have to do without each other."


As he finished, he sat back, pulling Marty over onto his lap. He gently grasped one of her hands, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. His green eyes glowed with love, and need.


Chris spoke up, "Put that look away for a while, baby, or we're gonna be a couple of puddles of goo." He seemed a little star struck.


"That was good, by the way. I agree with you completely. I just wish we could go ahead and out ourselves. I'd never harm the group, but it's gonna be hard not being able to touch you whenever I want." He leaned over and rubbed up Marty's leg, his other hand playing with the hair on Lance's calf. The blonde man rumbled deep in his throaurniurning Marty's face up for a kiss. For a long minute there was silence, until he broke away from her, breathing deeply.


Marty panted, "Um, what he said"


Chris characteristic impatience finally reared its head.


"So can we do what we feel now? Cause I'm feeling some things you ought to know about." He ran a hand down his chest, stomach, and further, to grip his erection through the thick denim of his jeans. He squeezed a little, his groan echoed by two others.


"We need to get naked like, right now. Marty baby, arms up." And he smoothly slid her T-shirt over her head, throwing it over into the corner.


The boys worked in concert, Lance unhooking her bra so that Chris could reverently peel it off. She blushed a little at his wide-eyed wonder.


"I've been aching to see you baby, and damn, but you're beautiful."


The combination of that, plus the sudden appearance of Lance's velvet lips on her shoulder, had Marty floating in a happy daze. She almost couldn't believe she was really here, being loved by two men she thought she'd never have either of.


Chris removed his own shirt before leaning over Marty to pull at Lance's. It was disposed of as well, and then Marty was sandwiched between two bare chests, the warm flesh sliding against her with a maddening friction.


Se heard a low moan that she realized was her own, her nipples being roughly caressed by the thick mat of black hair on Chris' chest. She ran her fingers through it, fulfilling a fantasy she'd been keeping since she was 16. If only the fans could see him now, they'd never mistake him for a boy again.


Still on Lance's lap, she could feel the insistent press of his hardness against her bottom. It made her feel powerful and lucky all at the same time.


Chris cupped her face in one hand, finally finding her lips with his own. Marty marveled at how velvety soft his mouth wand and melted into the kiss wholeheartedly, her own hands gripping handfuls of his soft, dark hair. His tonguetip licked at her bottom lip, and she opened to him, moaning as he stroked the inside of her mouth with long, slow passes.


Chris was mumbling as he kissed her, and she could hear only bits of what he said, with her head reeling like it was.


"Love you taste you touch you mine"


Lance's hand joined hers in Chris hair, moving down to run warm fingers across the bare skin of his shoulder.


Breaking the kiss, Chris looked to Lance, the two of them exchanging another of their silent communications.


Marty suddenly found herself flipped over on Lance's chest, the friction between their lower bodies drawing a low moan from her lips.


His smooth chest was like a balm for her sensitized nipples, the contrast between the men a lovely addition to her already heightened sense overload.


Marty licked the damp skin in front of her, the saltiness and slight musk a sure sign of Lance's excitement. She sucked at a nipple, his deep groan echoing in her ears.


His large hands cupped her face, bringing her lips up to meet his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Their now-wet lips slid erotically against each other, tongues reac for for entrance and moving sensually along each other's length.


Over their moans Marty could hear Chris, " now that's fucking HOT, that is." He laid his hands on her bare back, kneading the tense muscles there. She melted like butter all over Lance, like her bones had been taken from her body. Chris certainly knew how to relax her.


As Lance continued to kiss her breathless, her dark-haired man began laying his soft lips along her spine, little turns of his tongue sending shivers along her entire body. Her limbs twitched, and a lava pool was forming between her thighs.


She moaned again, squirming along Lance's body, needing to feel even more bare flesh against her own. She broke the kiss, panting out her thoughts, "Need clothes off"


Chris chuckled, "Fuck Marty, if I get any harder, I'm gonna pop out of these pants anyway."


She glanced up at Lance, only glittering green crescents showing under heavy eyelids. She scrabbled at his belt, somehow figuring out how to unbuckle it through the fog of lust and love that she was swimming in. His erection made the zipper so tight, she had to struggle to pull it down, but once the fabric parted his throbbing, cotton-covered sex seemed to appear all by itself.


Lance moaned in relief, hissing as Marty mouthed his engorged flesh through the thin boxers.


"Jesus." Chris sounded almost choked. "Fuck, Lance. Mart." He sucked in a deep breath. "Me next?"


Marty hummed in amusement, causing Lance to gasp. She raised up, arching her back in a blatant move to put her breasts in range of Lance's mouth. It worked, and she got a warm lick or two across her nipples for her trouble.


"Mmmm" She eyed Lance's mouth as she rose to her knees. Pulling at Lance's khaki shorts, she quickly got rid of them, kneeling next to his legs and staring at his white boxers, with their accompanying tent.


"Shit." Chris was suddenly at Lance's other side, running a hand up the blonde man's chest, their mouths coming together like magnets, hands threading through unruly hair, moans flowing through the air like a hot wind.


Marty's body was humming with feeling, and as much as she'd love to watch, she just had to touch someone too. Leaning over, she ran her hands up Lance's muscular thighs, hooking her fingers over the waistband of hoft oft white prison. Fixing her eyes on the passionate kiss occurring right next to her, she slowly revealed Lance's hard dick, letting it bob warmly against her cheek as she pushed the boxers down his legs and off the bed.


She suddenly had two very alert men staring at her, their mouths wet, red, and swollen with kisses, panting from their previous exertions. Chris still had a hand buried in Lance's blonde tresses, spasmodically clenching and unclenching it as he watched Marty hover over their boyfriend's hard cock.


Marty wasted no time, wrapping her lips firmly around the drooling tip as she continued to eye her men.


Lance's eyes rolled up in his head.


"Oh fuck! Oh my FUCKING god" His hips thrust involuntarily before Chris was able to press down on his lower body. His kissed the downcovered flesh of Lance's rubs, trailing his tongue in a circle around his belly button before licking at the soft, brown path of hair leading to his crotch.


Marty was bobbing at a steady pace, stopping every so often to suck at the tip and lick at the underside of Lance's swollen dick. She gently squeezed his sac, his groans growing deeper and shakier. His hands, buried each in a lover's hair, he laid his head back against the pillows, his back arching at the sensations rushing over him.


Chris nuzzled at Marty's ear, whispering, "Watch this" and he slipped a hand underneath her, ben Len Lance's thighs. Running a gently finger behind her fingers, he slipped into the puckered hole up to the second knuckle.


Lance came with a roar, filling Marty's mouth with thick, salty cum that she happily swallowed. She let his softening dick slip from between her lips, her hands slipping on his sweat-slick thighs. She couldn't' look away from his flushed face, his jewel-green eyes. He was burning her with his gaze, she was sure of it.


A giggle sounded in her ear, followed by the tickle of Chris' goatee on her cheek. "Pretty cool, huh? He really likes that." He climbed up Lance's body to kiss him deeply, his tongue sinking in to caress the roof of his mouth. He sat back on his heels to give the man a chance to catch his breath.


When he could, he said, "Damn. That was HOT watching the two of you like that." His blonde hair was matted with sweat, and he ran his hand through it in a vain attempt to control the wildn Si Sitting up, he gripped the back of Chris' head, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Can you wait a little longer? Cause I think I'm gonna die if I can't taste her." They both turned to look at her, and she flushed at their intense attention. Chris nodded. "Yeah baby. I'm feeling that same need. She's looking pretty lickable right now, isn't she?"


Marty never would've believed it possible, but she actually swooned. In fact, she flushed so hotly her d prd pressure went through the roof, and she nearly passed out. NEVER had she felt this degree of desire before. She sat back on her heels and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself a bit.


Then there were hands in her hair, and on her hips, lips, tongues, on her collarbone and lower back, and FUCK did it feel good. She moaned as Chris continued licking her lower back, moving down to leave wet trails across her sensitive buttocks. He ran a gently finger along her crack, and she shivered when he found her wet heat, dipping a warm finger into her to sample her treasures.


"Oh fuck, baby, you're so wet," he purred, before sucking his wet finger into his mouth. "And you taste so fucking good."


Getting an intense look, he dipped into her again, bringing more of her juices up to Lancemoutmouth. The blonde man eagerly licked the finger with a wet tongue, drawing moans out of both of his lovers.


Lance claimed Marty's mouth again, traces of her still on his lips. His tongue stroked hers again, as one large hand drifted down over her shoulder to her left breast. Her breath hitched as he gently hefted its weight, a thumb rubbing over her already-puckered nipple.


"Jesus" she breathed into his mouth.


Lance moved his attentions to her jawline, kissing a moist trail down her throat, seeking the brown peak that his fingers continue to caress.


Marty cried out when he took her into his mouth, pulling at the sensitive flesh as his tongue laved the tip.


Chris was busy too, sliding a hand around her hip to slip between her thighs, dipping into her well to meet his other hand. They worked in tandem, fingers rubbing circles around her sensitive anus, as others spread her slick fluids over her lips and clit, making her writhe between t


Her body quivering, Lance laving her breasts, Chris licking around her earlobe, Marty suddenly lurched back against Chris, her orgasm sending her head spinning away, crying out her release.


The boys laid her gently back to the bed, watching as she gasped air into her lungs, her eyes tight shut. They absently caressed her limbs, relaxing her muscles. She finally opened her eyes, obviously still dazed.


"Fuck, you guys"


"Such language, Mart. My momma would take her spoon to you." Chris' voice was full of laughter, but his eyes were deep pools of lust and love.


Marty sat up suddenly, going straight for Chris' pants. He gave a little yelp of surprise, laying warm hands on her bare shoulders as she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them. He groaned as the pressure on his erection was released.


"Down," she ordered, pushing him to the bed so that she could work his jeans off. Lance moved to take one leg, and between them they stripped him quickly. As she tossed he pants into the large pile of discarded clothing, Lance's eyes latched onto the proud cock standing amidst its forest of black hair.


"Oh fuck, baby." The blonde man moved over his lover, climbing up his body to take his mouth in a scorching kiss, Chris responding with a funny high growl.


" missed you shit, Lance love you" he mumbled between hot kisses, his dick rubbing its tip along Lance's every time he twitched.


Marty couldn't help but reach out and run a hand up Lance's flank, the smooth, hot flesh giving her quivers deep in her belly. Watching them kiss was probably the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She was so wet it was practically dripping down her thighs.


Lance broke the kiss, turning to bring Marty closer. He whispered into her ear, hotly.


"Want to see him fuck you, honey. You've loved him so long let him fuck you for me."


Marty's skin flushed even hotter, her nipples ached with want, her inner walls twitched and wept over the comfort Se Se couldn't be more ready to fulfill this particular dream. Looking down to Chris' face, she was struck nearly dumb by the degree of love he was shining at them both. His bright eyes blazed beneath half-closed lids, two spots of color on his cheeks, reddened, swollen lips parted as he panted out his need.


"Want you, Mart," he nearly choked out.


Marty scrambled over Lance's thighs, straddling Chris' body with desperation born of her deepest desires coming to life before her eyes. Chris gave an "oof" as she threw herself over him, but she gave him no time for anything else as she latched onto his mouth, sloppily sucking on his lips in her high state of arousal.


Chris took hold of her shoulders, pushing her up, as Lance gripped her hips, lifting her over Chris' cock, and sliding her down over it.


"Oh fuck!" and then Chris had no more words, only a choked groan as Marty began rocking over him, Lance guiding her hips in a tortuously slow pace that threatened to drive them both insane. Chris' hands slid to Marty's thighs, where they gripped her with a strength that she knew would leave fingerprints. Lance still spoke to her, his low voice sending chills over her skin.


"Oh honey so hot want to fuck you myself Chris shit want you both"


Marty could feel her orgasm boiling up from deep inside her belly, and when Lance reached around to run a firm finger around her clit, she came with a full body quake and a low scream that might've shaken the windows in their frames. She fell back against Lance's broad chest as her clutching muscles brought Chris to his peak as well.


"Ahhh fuck!" he yelled as he bucked up into her one last time.


They all sat still for a moment, breathquicquick anep, ep, enjoying the feeling of love and heat and slick flesh against each other.


Marty turned her head to catch Lance's lips on hers, kissing him with a sated, wanton heat that made his already hard cock the consistency of granite.


"Jesus, honey. You're so fucking sexy." His hands roamed her body, somehow calming her, bringing her gently down from her physical high.


"Love you, Lance," she murmured against his soft lips.


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They turned in concert to gaze at Chris, who still lay there recovering. He raised his arms to them both, and then gathered them to himself, wrapping his arms around them tightly, pressing his lips first against Marty's, licking into her mouth with a warm, loving tongue, humming in pleasure at her sated response.


When he was satisfied that Marty knew how appreciative he was about their lovemaking, he turned to the blonde man of his dreams. Staring into those green eyes, he fell all over again.


"I need you to fuck me, Lance. I need you inside."


He buried his hand in his lover's blonde locks, pulling him close for a deep, wet kiss.


Lance rubbed his throbbing cock against Chris' thigh, moaning at the sweet friction.


Marty reached down to wrap her fingers around Chris' semi-flaccid length, using the juices from their sex to stroke him into hardness again.


Chris moaned, watching closed as Lance kissed down his chest and stomach, licking at the cooling sweat until Chris was writhing under him. Licking at the dark trail of hair below his belly button, he made his way to his lover's cock, taking the tip in his mouth as Marty continued to stroke the shaft. Chris' hips bucked at the sensations, his head thrown back against the comforter.


"Oh shit! So fucking good dammit Lance, baby please fuck me," was his litany.


Marty's head was swimming. She almost couldn't believe how good it all was. She was loving the two men she couldn't live without, something she never thought she'd be blessed enough to do, and they were loving her, and each other. It was odd, but so, so right.


She leaned over to kiss and lick at Chris' throat, nibbling on his earlobe as Lance continued to suck him.


Lance lifted up after a moment, waving Marty back to take over Chris' fellatio. She did so with relish, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth, tasting herself on his warm flesh. Chris bucked again, groaning as she twirled her tongue around the head.


"So good" he moaned.


Lance turned to the bedside table, pulling a condom and lube out of the drawer. He quickly tore open the foil packet, rolling it down his length with an odd sigh. Moving between Chris' spread knees, Lance gently disengaged Marty from Chris' cock. She sat up slowly, leaning over to meet Lance's lips, he tasting Chris in her mouth.


Looking back to Chris, Lance squirted some lube onto his fingers, coating them well. He then lifted his lover's heavy sac, exposing his target, which he caressed gently, circling the puckered hole with a fingertip. Chris groaned, "Fuck," as Lance pressed one finger in, up to the second knuckle. The dark-haired man's hips rolled sensually, causing Lance's finger to go deeper.


"More," Chris breathed, and Lance obliged with a second finger, twisting them, looking for the sweet spot. Chris' hips came off the bed when Lance found it, crying out in ecstasy. Lance quickly added a third finger, spreading them a bit, knowing he'd need more room for his slightly over-sized cock.


Chris was panting, "Need need you inside, Lance please, baby." His eyes were tightly closed, his skin flushed with his need.


Lance removed his fingers, slathering more lube on his digits and spreading it very liberally on his cock. Giving Marty one more wet kiss, he guided himself into Chris' opening, pressing slowly past the ring of muscle until the head of his cock suddenly popped through. Chris hissed in pain, and Lance held himself still until his lover nodded the go ahead.


Lance wasn't sure how he'd lived without this for so long.


" so tight good god, I'm dying'" he panted, a slow thrust making his body quake with restraint. He wanted to pound into Chris until his head blew off. It felt THAT good.


Chris was pretty far gone already, only able to moan out his building feeling. When Lance thrust in again, hitting his prostate, he screamed and caff tff the bed.


"Jesus." Marty was freaking' out. This. This was so far beyond what she'd imagined. So much better. And so much worse. She could see how much better for them this was. Both physically and emotionally. She could see it in the way Chris caressed Lance's face, and shoulders. In how Lance's eyes never left Chris' face. The love pourut out of one and was sucked in by the other. It had been there the whole time for her to see, but she'd tried to ignore it. She'd let them convince her because she wanted to be with them. She still did, but she loved them both enough to let them be happy with what they really wanted.


Marty watched them a moment more. Lance's thrusts were speeding up, and she knew there wasn't much time before they'd both pop off. Carefully she got off the bed, gathering her clothes and quickly donning them. Wondered why she couldn't see. Realized she was crying silently. Shrugged at her own weakness, opened the door and left.


Lance came hard, the cords in his neck standing out with the strain. He reached around for Chris drooling dick, rubbing the precum into his skin as he pumped him to his own orgasm. They lay together gasping, lost in quivering post-cum bliss, until Chris reached out for Marty.


"Mart?" He looked around the room, but there was no where she could hide.


Lance lifted up, his head swiveling to check by the door. Knew right away what had happened.


"She couldn't handle it." His deep voice was full of regret. "Fuck, Chris. She left us."


"What do you mean, she left us?" Agony.


"I mean she couldn't deal with us being together. We got caught up in it and she felt ignored." Lance shook his head, his eyes tight shut. "Can I fucking help it that we're so damn good together?"


Chris shoved Lance off his chest, getting up and finding his own clothes. The fear was plain on his face.


"We can't lose her, Lance. I need her." He turned to his lover, unshed tears in his eyes. "Geesseessed, we're going to get her."


Lance could hear Chris before he got anywhere near the door. His lover's voice was nothing short of terrified. It broke every other word as he tried to convince Marty's oldest sister to let him in to see their girlfriend.


"Vic, please. You don't know what's going on." His voice cracked on the last word, and Vicki had the good grace to wince.


"Chris, all I know is that she told me not to let you in, and she's a fuckin' zombie. Now, I'm gonna guess that something happened between you two. Right?" She waited for his nod. "Well then, you know as well as I do that she 's not gonna let up until she has a chance to think it through." She looked at him fondly before turning to acknowledge Lance.


"Hey Lance. What's up?"


"Don't suppose you'd let ME into see her, huh Vic?"


She raised an eyebrow at his subtle sarcasm.


"Actually, she didn't say SHIT about keeping YOU out, so" and she opened the door for him.


Chris' mouth fell open in disbelief, and he turned tormented eyes to Lance. His boyfriend gripped his shoulder firmly.


"Chris. I'll see what I can do to straighten this up. OK?"


The smaller man nodded faintly, already backing away from the house.


"God, Lance. Just. Fix it. Fix her. Jesus. I'll be at home." And he stumbled to his car.


Vicki led Lance into the cool, dim interior of the house, pointing up the stairs.


"Second bedroom on the right."


He was halfway up before she spoke again.


"Love can really suck sometimes, huh?"


Lance had no answer for her.


Marty heard the door open, quiet footfalls crossing the room to stop beside her bed. She refused to acknowledge the presence, choosing instead to continue staring at the tree outside her bedroom window. Which she did until his low voice called her attention.


"I've never seen him like this before, Marty. Do you know how badly you're destroying him? Destroying us?" The agony in his voice couldn't possibly be faked, could it?


Marty slowly turned her head toward him, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the pinched look to his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the deep unhappiness turning in their olive depths. Without thinking, she reached out a hand to him, pulling him down beside her when he took it. He lay down with a weary sigh, leaning into her with a deep-seated need for true comfort.


Her voice, when it came, was smaand and uncertain.


"I can't compete with what you two have. I SAW what it was, and well, it was beautiful. You two belong together. Belong."


Lance listened carefully, knowing that if they were to convince her that she was as important to he and Chris as they were to each other, they'd have to know exactly where Marty was coming from.


She was quiet then, and he could only speak from his heart.


"I love Chris," he began, watching her for signs of reaction. She just stared at him, and he could still see the pain in her eyes. "I love him, but I would not have rekindled any thing with him if not for you." Leveling his gaze at her, he laid it all out for her. "I knew you'd never come to me on your own." Her eyes widened slightly. "You love him too much to be with anyone else, and you figured even if you loved me, you couldn't choose one of us over the other." He cupped her face in his hands, leaning closer to rub his lips gently over hers, thrilling to her quiet moan. "Honey, Chris and I feel the same way. We've been pretty miserable without you. Christ is pretty much driving himself nuts, and I haven't slept since you ran out on us three days ago." She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder, stroking it a little in a small attempt at comforting him.


Marty just had to make her own argument, if only to save face, and so she brought up the subject she'd avoided talking about for three days.


"You forgot I was there. You two were so wrapped up in each other, in loving each other, that it was as if I were never there." She sniffled a little, feeling the rejection keenly. Marty tucked her face in Lance's neck to avoid having to look at him. Her lips seemed to nuzzle him of their own accord.


"Mmm. That feels good, honey. I've missed you pretty bad, Marty. It's become hard to sleep alone." If only she could see how badly they felt, how despondent, maybe she'd come to her senses.


"What do you mean, alone? Where's Chris been?" She looked very confused. "I left so that you two could be together." Disappointed?


Lance could see where she was coming from now.


"Honey, you don't understand. We can't be together we HAVEN'T been together, without you." He hugged her to him, pulling her up to look him in the eye. "Just because we got caught up in some great sex, doesn't mean we didn't want you there to experience it with us. We love you, Marty. God." He had to kiss her, and did, mumbling against her lips, "Love you just fucking love you, Marty."


Marty was reeling at her own stupidity. She'd really fucked up this time, and wasn't sure what to do to fix it. Pulling away from Lance, she asked, "Where's Chris?"


"Went home to wait. He's afraid he's lost you for good, so he's probably in bed." She could hear the faintest bit of hope in her lover's voice.


Kissing him sweetly, she then pulled him off the bed with her.


"Marty?"


"Let's go so I can apologize and make up with my boyfriends." They smiled at each other as they walked out to her car.


Marty called out as soon as they walked in the door, but Chris' house was as quiet as a tomb. Taylor had gone back home a couple of days ago, but there was always SOME kind of noise heard in the house, whether it was the TV, the stereo, or more likely Chris' constant singing and babbling. This was a sad silence, Chris' obvious grief made nearly corporate.


"Pix? Are you here? Pix!" She moved through the foyer, following Lance as he turned and headed up the stairs. "Pix?"


A soft, unsure voice floated from his room, THEIR room, at the end of the hall.


"Mart?"


She ran past Lance, pushing the bedroom door open, skidding to a stop in the opening. Chris was curled on the bed, a pillow held tightly within the circle of his arms, the pillowcase wet with his tears.


"Pix!" she cried softly, rushing to the bedside, where she climbed over him and lay down on him, full length. "Baby, I'm here. I'm here." Her voice broke, the tears she thought were cried out, suddenly pouring forth with a renewed supply. Marty hugged him tightly, her face pressedhis his ear, babbling her heartfelt apologies.


"I'm so sorry, Pix. I saw you two together, and I saw the love, and the sex was so good between you, and I was afraid that I couldn't be a part of that. It hurt so badly. I thought you didn't need me if you had him" She trailed off as Chris turned his body under her, his arms slipping around her as she felt the bed dip under Lance's weight.


Marty looked over at her other boyfriend, who was shifting his body close to them. Lance's eyes were bright with happiness.


"I love you both. So much, and I'm sorry for my iuriturities. All I really want is to be with you both, and for us to be happy." She cupped Lance's cheek, leaning to kiss him softly, and then Chris.


"Mart, don't you ever leave us again. We just can't deal if we can't have you. We love each other, but we love you with us more." Chris squeezed her until she squealed, then licked her throat.


Lance chuckled, sexily.


"Anyone for makeup sex?"


And of course, everyone was.


THE END.