SOMEONE SAVE MY LIFE TONIGHT
Part 1

Jonathan was jealous. He wasn’t sure which one he was jealous of but he was jealous. He watched them laugh and drink, saw their heads close as they talked about something, nothing. He saw Colin’s hand slide up Jared’s thigh at dinner, saw Jared idly pat Colin’s ass as they walked into an informal meeting Oliver had called.

“Methinks Jonny is jealous,” Angelina purred in his ear as she watched the same scene. “Which one do you want? I think I want Colin… have you seen the size of his cock?” He shivered when her lips touched his ear.

“Go away, Angelina.”

It was too late. Her hand slid down over the front of his pants and rubbed him the rest of the way to hardness. He pushed her hand away and looked at her. Those changeable eyes smiled wickedly at him.

Oliver began to talk so they found seats and tried to behave though both of them kept looking at Colin and Jared. The meeting went on for some time; Oliver could go on and on when he got going. Jonathan didn’t hear a word he said. He was thinking about … all of them now. Angelina smelled like some exotic perfume and her skin was soft as she sat so close that their arms touched. He could feel the heat of her body through her clothes.

Jonathan left the tent when the meeting was over and wandered back to his own little trailer. He was still a bit aroused. He sat down on his little bed and unbuttoned his jeans. He thought of Angelina’s warm skin, her soft breasts. He hardened. He licked his finger and ran the tip of it from the tiny slit down, down to dark crisp curls, following the large vein even as he pushed his testicles down, separating them, then ran the finger back up to his head.

“Colin…” he breathed, wrapping his fingers around his cock, squeezing it, then sliding his hand up and down, moving the warm skin over the hardness beneath. He used his other hand to gently knead the dark sac beneath. In his mind’s eye, he saw not himself and Colin, nor himself and Angelina, not even himself and Jared, but the three of them together, naked, biting, touching, straining against one another. He jerked harder, biting his lip as his breathing became ragged.

The phone startled him. His hands dropped as if he were a teenager who’d been caught by his mum.

“Hello,” he was breathless, hoarse with need.

Angelina’s voice was a purr. “Colin and Jared came over for drinks… and we thought you might like to join us.”

His face was red, hot as if she could see him. He stammered an answer finally. “I need to get… changed… and I’ll be over.”

He needed an ice cold shower. He didn’t have time so he did something he’d never done before. He poured cold water from the fridge over himself, wilting the blood-filled member quickly. At least he could button his jeans now.

He made his way to Angelina’s trailer, wary and tired. He wondered what they wanted. He didn’t quite trust them. But he wanted them. All. God, how he wanted them.

He knocked on the door and found it open. The trailer was dark, or seemed to be until he saw the candles sitting about. Then he saw them, sitting on her sofa, the three of them. Jared was in Colin’s lap and Angelina was curled up beside them. They were drinking from a bottle of amber liquid…good Irish whiskey, he was sure.

“Hello, Jonathan. I invited Alexander and Hephaestion over… you don’t mind?”

He didn’t know what to say. He was embarrassed and intrigued at the same time. He moved closer to the sofa and Angelina moved to make room for him between them. Jared handed him the bottle. He drank from it just as Colin kissed Jared, stabbing his tongue into the American’s mouth. Jonathan almost choked. He set the bottle on the coffee table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Angelina kissed his cheek. “This is what you wanted… and here it is. Consider it a …birthday present.” She slipped her hand down over his cock, rubbing until he was hard again.

He didn’t know what to say. He *did* want them, quite a lot but dammit, he was embarrassed that his need was revealed so nakedly. Jonathan prided himself on being cool and hard to read. Angelina had read him like a cheap novel. His face reddened further when she unbuttoned him and slipped her hand inside to caress his silky skin.

“Angelina--”

She shut him up with a kiss and he felt another hand join hers inside his pants. It was Jared’s hand. He couldn’t figure a way to take control of the situation. His helplessness only increased when someone began to nibble his ear. He opened his eyes. It was Colin.

“Angelina tells us that you… are interested in… us. We thought… we wanted you to join us but you are so… well, distant.” Jared began to stroke him. “I think maybe you don’t know how damned sexy you are.”

Jonathan had seldom felt this way. He had been a cool one since he left school as a kid. No one was tougher or harder to touch than he was. He didn’t need anyone and he took what he wanted when he wanted it.

That was before these three. They had rendered him vulnerable and needy. He looked at them and saw no malice, just friendly lust. He relaxed a little. At first, he had felt that perhaps they were playing some nasty joke on him.

Angelina seemed to be reading his mind today. “We just want to have some fun, Jonny, not to hurt you.”

She pulled her t-shirt off over her head and threw it to the floor then unfastened her front closure bra. Three pairs of male eyes were glued to her chest. She didn’t seem very upset by that. “Now it’s your turn…”

They all began to remove shirts; eyes darting almost furtively from one to another then back to Angelina. It seemed safer to stare at her. Jonathan’s eyes wandered to Colin, dark, smooth, skin that begged to be touched. Jared reached a hand out and tweaked Colin’s dark little disk of a nipple. Jonathan licked his lips. He wasn’t sure if Colin pulled him or if Angelina pushed him but he was suddenly shoved up against Colin’s side.

Colin grinned and kissed him, a short peck of a kiss.

“God, Jonny, your lips are soft… soft as Angelina’s.” He kissed him again as if testing to make sure his statement was true. Jonathan parted his lips. The kisses, the hands in his pants, all of them were having an affect on him. He hoped he didn’t come like an untried boy. That would be fucking embarrassing.

He sure as hell felt like one. It wasn’t that he’d never been in a group before. It was that he had somehow never had the upper hand here. And Jonathan was very used to the upper hand.

Colin kissed him again, no peck this time, but a long hard kiss. Colin was demanding … what? Jonathan still wasn’t sure what they wanted. He was looking into those endless dark eyes of the other Irishmen when Angelina beckoned Jared from Colin’s lap to help her remove Jonathan’s pants. He lifted his hips and let them expose him completely, Jared even sliding his shoes off.

“It’s rude to stay dressed when our guest is naked,” Angelina smiled her cat’s smile as she slipped her own jeans down and off. Three sets of eyes were riveted the smooth vee between her legs. She grinned at them and attacked Jared’s belt. Colin’s pants didn’t last any longer than it took them to strip him.

Jonathan hugged himself. He felt so exposed, both inside and out. Colin pulled him down into his lap. Jonathan closed his eyes and let Colin take control. He groaned when two mouths attacked his chest and belly as Colin kissed his lips.

“Used to calling all the shots, are you?” Colin purred into his ear then let his tongue trace the outer shell.

“Fuck!” Jonathan whispered. Angelina found something more fun than his chest to kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet and he wanted to fuck it, but she pressed her hand hard against his abdomen to prevent his moving.

Colin swallowed his words in another kiss, this one even more devastating than the last. Someone lifted his leg and touched a wet finger to his opening. He made a sound and tried to pull away but Colin held him tight and kissed his protests away as Jared slipped a finger inside.

“Jaysus Christ!” He jerked away from the finger. Jared paid him very little mind; keeping Jonathan’s leg up, he leaned close and licked the tiny hole instead, letting his tongue tease and tickle it.

“You like that better?” Colin crooned as he kissed him again and again, not even allowing him to answer.

Angelina took him into her mouth as far she could as Jared darted his tongue inside Jonathan, trying it again. Colin held him tight as he writhed and bucked. If wanting to die would make it happen, Jonathan would have died right then as he came unexpectedly. He had everything under control one second and the next, he was filling Angelina’s mouth with semen and screaming and crying into Colin’s embrace.

“Easy… let go. It’s all right. Just enjoy it…” Colin crooned to him as he caressed his belly and watched Angelina lick and suck up every drop. He finally relaxed into their collective embrace. Angelina and Jared both smiled sweetly at him.

Jonathan needed to be angry, but he couldn’t. He felt a little silly that he had spent himself so quickly. He usually could go for quite awhile, but then he was usually in control, usually the one doing the things that were done to him tonight.

“Let’s move to the bed. It has more room.” Angelina seemed to be the one in charge. Jonathan realized that the other two men seemed happy to obey her. They all moved to the bed. It was not a lot bigger than the sofa but enough that they could stretch out a little more. Jonathan was surrounded by them again as he was pulled back into Colin’s arms. Jared settled atop Angelina, her legs sliding up over his hips. He watched as Jared entered her, breathing her name like she was the holy mother and he was a miserable sinner.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, aren’t they? Everyone thinks it’s me fucking the queen but no, it’s Alexander’s lover who’s drilling his mum.” Colin spoke into his ear, whispering, kissing and licking all at once. He felt Colin’s large cock pressed against his hip and wondered what his chances were to talk Colin into letting him do the fucking.

Colin pushed him onto his back beside Angelina.

“You *have* done this before?” Colin spread his legs and hunted a bottle of lube in the drawer by the bed.

“It’s been awhile but I want you to have me,” Jonathan said before he knew that his words were true. He did want to be claimed by Colin tonight. He needed to belong to someone. Tonight, he had hit the jackpot.

Colin greased his fingers and slipped one inside Jonny. He wiggled it around until he found what he sought. Jonathan gasped, this being something he had certainly missed since he’d seldom been taken and no one had found his delightful little spot before.

“Please, Colin, again, please!”

Colin obliged him, running his finger inside and finding the little nub again and again. He lost track of time, of everything but Colin.

“So do you want a bit of the king, Cassander?” Colin licked his throat as he purred the question. “Or am I too much for you?”

“Take me… I… just do it.” He closed his eyes in something like resignation. He was surprised when Colin pulled him into an embrace.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words.”

Jared and Angelina were absorbed in one another as she held him close to her, kissing him and looking up at him as he thrust into her. They paused and watch as Colin bent Jonathan’s legs up toward his chest and slipped slowly inside the tight passage. Jonathan bit his lip as he was breached. Colin was long and thick, but he was gentle with Jonathan, pressing into him as slowly as he could manage in his own aroused state.

Angelina reached over for Jonathan’s hand. She kissed his palm as Colin rode him. The kiss was more erotic than actually getting fucked had been at times. He smiled at her then was swept away as passion began to ride Colin hard, driving him to move faster, harder. He dragged his gaze back to Colin and was amazed at the hunger he saw. He somehow didn’t consider that perhaps he was having the same effect on Colin that Colin had on him.

They shifted position so Jonathan could wrap his legs around Colin. The fit was tighter now and the angle different. Jonathan could sense that Colin was close. He could *hear* that Jared and Angelina were close as they whispered obscenities to one another just before Jared finally began to murmur, “ohgodohgodohgod,” over and over.

Jonathan thought perhaps he wouldn’t come this time but then Colin kissed him, calling him, “my sweet Jonny.” The endearment was his undoing and he melted, filling the space between them with his seed as Colin throbbed inside him.

He meant to say something other than what came out of his mouth.

“Love you…all.”

Colin moved from atop him and pulled him close. Jonathan was glad he didn’t say anything in answer. He was glad none of them needed to say anything.

Part 2