The Ears Are Off

Posted: September 2003
Title: The Ears Are Off
Sequel to: Snowbound
Author: Alex
Type: RPHet, RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Craig/Marton/OCF
Beta: Larian Elensar
Disclaimer: I do not know the real people depicted in this story and make no claims that any of this is true. It is parody of real life.
Author's Note: This is a short sequel to Snowbound. It picks up a year after Snowbound. The interlude with Karl mentioned in the first paragraph can be posted if anyone is interested in a little Karl/Craig pwp.
Summary: Marton comes home.

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June 2003
Auckland

Craig was nervously pacing the floors. He had not seen Marton in months, not since all the fallout over the divorce. He and Kim had even split up for awhile over it. He had found himself in Karl's life for a few months and while Urban was good in bed and a good friend, he was not Marton.

Marton had called Kim last night. They had been eating dinner when the phone rang.

"Hello." She hadn't said anything for a few minutes, listening to other person on the line.

"Yes, he lives here again. Well," Kim had laughed a little, "you know how we both are. I don't think we could ever be an actual couple. Best friends with benefits is more like it."

She listened for a bit longer. Craig was sensing excitement from her, almost as if he felt who was on the other end of the line.

"No, we don't hear from her, and to be honest, we don't want to."

Craig tried to say something to her but she motioned for him to be quiet.

"Yes, we'd love to see you again, Marton. Tomorrow evening would be great. Yes. See you then, love."

He hadn't been able to think straight since. Marton was coming! His Marton! He had not really *been* with Marton since the stupid fucking trip that started all this mess.

He thought back to before the trip when it was Marton and Kim and himself. It was all fun and games. But the trip changed all that. It had turned out to be dangerous. He had broken several ribs, Marton had severely sprained an ankle and the girls had been injured too. They had been lucky that they found a cabin and were rescued as quickly as they were though. The other consequence was that it lost them Marton.

When the doorbell rang, he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Kim! Will you get it? I'm so nervous that I don't think I can."

**

Kim was in the kitchen making tea when Craig yelled for her to get the door. She had talked to Marton again while Craig was at work today. He had sounded so down and depressed. The divorce had been ugly and his daughter was now in the States. While his money was welcome, he was not. He needed them and she knew how Craig felt about him. He was in love with Marton and had been since the beginning.

Kim opened the front door. There he stood. His hair was shaggy and long and was dyed a color darker than his almost auburn locks. He was thin and looked older than his thirty-six years. She wanted to hold him, to soothe him, but there was much to be said first.

They had parted on bad terms, the worst, and her parting words to him had been to call him a "fucking bastard" among other things. They had fences to mend.

Craig had never wavered in his belief and his devotion. But Marton had put him in a position that he had to choose and Craig had taken the safe route and chosen Kim.

So here he was, a year after the debacle that ended his marriage, and he looked much worse for wear.

"Come in, Marton." She smiled at him. Her heart lurched in her chest when he pulled her into his arms. He held her for a long time and then she heard Craig approach them. She backed up and let the two of them embrace.

**

Marton hadn't known if they would welcome him or not. It had been so long since he had even called that they had every right to want nothing further to do with him. He had been surprised when Kim said he could come over.

Now here they were: Kim, still soft and warm and Craig, God in heaven, he got sexier every year. He and Kim just stared at each other for a minute then he pulled her close for a hug. Craig was next.

Longing welled up in Marton at the feel of the slighter man in his arms. He had missed them both so much. Marton kissed Craig, pulling him tight into his arms and kissing him passionately. He wanted to drag him to the bedroom and make love to him and Kim until he couldn't anymore. But they needed to talk. The air needed clearing.

He wished that he done things differently three years ago. He loved his daughter but the wear and tear on his nerves was beginning to take its toll on him. He needed Craig and Kim. It really was that simple. And he loved them.

**

Kim had him come in. And she got tea for them all. Poor Marton was as nervous as Craig was. She thought about telling them to just go have a shag and get it out of the way, to get to know each other again. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. They were all so nervous and antsy over this meeting. It was hard to believe they had been best friends before.

"Boys, maybe now is not the time to talk. Maybe we need to get to know each other again first and talk later."

She smiled at the surprised look on both male faces.

"Well, I've been thinking about it and there so much tension and so much stress between all of us, maybe a bit of loving is in order to calm us all down. I certainly have no objections."

Marton blushed. Kim had always loved the quiet strength in him. He looked at Craig.

"Who am I to argue with her?" Craig grinned at Marton.

He led Marton to the bedroom, Kim following behind. She lit a few candles around the room. She turned and watched as Craig unbuttoned Marton's shirt. Marton watched too, not moving as Craig's hands explored his chest and then pushed the shirt over his shoulders. Marton let it drop to the floor.

Next, he unbuckled Marton's belt slowly and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Marton watched. A now familiar darkening in his amber eyes told Kim how aroused he was becoming. Craig slowly slipped Marton's pants down over his hips and down his long, muscular legs.

Craig began to remove his own clothes, hurriedly now, not slowly like he had Marton's. Kim decided that she would just stand and watch them until they asked her to join. She felt no jealousy, no need to do anything. Seeing them was enough, as Craig stood naked before Marton.

Craig slid to his knees and took Marton's hard cock into his hands, both of them. He looked almost as if he were worshipping Marton, kneeling down in supplication as he leaned forward and tasted him.

"God," Marton hissed as Craig took him into his mouth.

**

Marton hadn't felt anything like this in such a long time. He hadn't felt much of anything for awhile. He had almost forgotten how to feel. That was why he had come back to Kim and Craig.

Craig's mouth was hot and wet and he was sucking hard, his cheeks hollowed when Marton looked down at him. He felt more than physical pleasure though. He felt connected to Craig and to Kim, who was watching them, her eyes dark with arousal too. He hadn't felt anything near this in longer than he cared to think about.

He crooked his finger, beckoning Kim to come closer, to join them. She pulled her t-shirt over her head as she approached them. Her jeans joined it on the floor. She was lush and soft and he wanted her too, wanted to bury himself in his silken depths and hear her make those keening noises he remembered.

As soon as she was close enough to touch, he pulled her against his side and put and arm around her shoulder, letting his hand wander down to tease her nipple as they both watched Craig. Marton wanted ... it all. Craig and Kim both.

"Craig," he pulled himself free of the younger man's mouth, albeit reluctantly. "I want ... you both."

Craig grinned up at him. "That can be arranged if Kim thinks she can handle being on the bottom. I know I can handle being on top." He rose to his feet, caressing Marton as he kissed his lips. Marton found himself melting into the kiss and closing his eyes. As he did, Kim's hand slipped down to join Craig's, stroking him until he was close to release yet again.

Then they stopped.

Kim moved over to the bed and lay back on a pile of pillows. She slipped her hand down to touch herself as she smiled at Marton and he felt it as if she had touched him too.

He got on the bed and moved between her parted knees. She was ready for him; he could see the evidence as she slipped two fingers inside herself. He bit his lip as she moaned and moved her hips.

**

Craig could not figure out how he had survived without Marton. He watched as he positioned himself between Kim's legs and slipped his thick cock inside her. Craig smoothed her dark hair back and leaned close to kiss Marton's cheek as he began to move.

He felt a shiver of delight run through him when Marton said, "In me, Parker, now."

Craig obeyed, using a bit of the lube he had grabbed from the nightstand. He pressed gently into Marton. Damn, he was so tight. He made a real effort to be slow and gentle. But Marton was moving too and making those growling sounds. Craig moved harder. And faster, slamming Marton into Kim, who was making that damn keening noise she only ever seemed to make when Marton was inside her. Craig was making some sounds too as his own release neared.

"Fuck," he whispered as he came, hot semen spurting into Marton's silky body.

That was all Marton or Kim needed as they too followed Craig into sweet bliss. The three of them moved off of one another and looked at each other.

**

Marton smiled.

"I have missed you two so much."

"We missed you too, baby," Kim put her head on his shoulder. "I am sorry that I didn't trust you when I should have."

"I'm not sure I was trustworthy, Kim. I did sleep with ... her. I believed every fucking word Cynthia said and didn't believe my own wife."

"Well, your wife tended to be on the paranoid side, even if she was my best friend. I think she would have believed Cynthia no matter what. She was sure she would lose you from the beginning."

Craig patted Marton's chest gently. "We all fucked up. It's over. I'm just glad you've come home to us."

"You look like you need loving and fattening up! You're scrawny."

Marton laughed. "My scrawniness didn't bother you a minute ago." He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her again. Craig leaned in and joined them in the kiss. Marton moaned as Craig's hand slipped lower and began to stroke him again. He was surprised at his response so quickly after they just made love.

Marton felt his cock harden in Craig's hand. He thrust his hips up, eager again to have them love him.

"This time, you're in *me*," Craig whispered as he moved his kisses down to join his hand. Marton and Kim watched as Craig ran his tongue up and down the older man's rigid length. Marton' hand slipped between Kim's legs and into her soft wet folds. He rubbed the hidden little nub just as Craig slid his mouth all the way down over his cock. Both Marton and Kim gasped in pleasure and surprise as Craig smiled around his mouthful of hot flesh.

"I think I will choose this time, you two," Kim said as Marton's fingers slipped inside her velvety wetness. "And I choose both of you."

She slipped over on top of Marton with Craig helping position her. Marton lifted his hips to meet hers as she mounted him. She was warm and wet and oh so sweet just as he remembered as he was buried inside her. Her nipples grazed his chest as she leaned over him. Craig positioned himself behind her and drizzled oil on himself, sliding his hand up and down his own hard length. He pressed slowly into her tight ring of muscle, sheathing himself slowly, trying to stifle his need to thrust just yet.

**

Having them both was always a bit painful at first. The stretching hurt and the fullness was strange but once she became accustomed to them, the pleasure was intense. She loved the look on Marton's face when he felt Craig pressing against him inside of her. He always was extremely aroused by the feel of Craig's penis through the thin tissue separating them inside her.

The three moved together, the only sounds in the room were moans and gentle grunts of exertion as they became one again after their long separation. This time her cries were first as almost heart stopping pleasure ripped through her. The words she said were unintelligible as her body shuddered, pulling them both deeper into her warmth. Neither man could resist the heat and they both came only seconds behind her.

**

They all lay in a crumpled heap before extricating themselves and arranging themselves with Marton in the middle and a head on either shoulder again. He closed his eyes and sighed. He had thought many times over the last two years that he would never feel safe and loved in the arms of these two again.

But he was and he felt safe and loved at last. He was home.

*****

THE END

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