Threesome Fic Pt2

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Title: Refined Taste
Characters: Stewart Downing/Jordan Henderson, Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel/Daniel Agger, Skrtel/Agger, Steven Gerrard/Henderson/Kelly; implied Stevie/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,508
A/N: For albion_lass who I want to smile with glee today, and because I was bored and she would’ve made me do it anyway--I present a continuation of this. Hopefully this part will be just as hot and satisfying as its predecessor and I hope that it is just as well received :-) This one has the same amount of plot, just with a whole lot more smut in it. Enjoy! :D

As silently as he could, Jordan slipped his shoes off by his front door and gently laid his keys down on the table. He only dared to breathe as quietly as he could, because he just knew Stewart would hear him. The dawn was still gray, the sun not yet risen, as he tip-toed across the hallway and towards the stairs. Jordan was very precise to skip the ninth stair, the squeak would be loud enough to wake even the heaviest of sleepers, and was grateful for actually adding carpet to this house when he had bought it. The fabric on the floor absorbed the sounds he couldn’t help as he snuck towards his own bedroom in his own house.

The door had been left open, after all who would be traipsing home after such a night out? Two losses in a single week, one at home and one not? How could anyone not go home early to sulk in their private depression that they shared?

But Jordan hadn’t been alone, and he hadn’t been sulking so much as sucking...

Feeling a sudden wave of heat reach his cheeks, he stripped from his shirt and trousers and carefully drew the sheet back from the edge of the bed. Stewart always slept funnily, always diagonally in some form or fashion across the bed. Jordan carefully balanced himself so that he could slide parallel next to Stewart as he pulled the sheet back across himself. This part of the bed was cold, but the closer he got to his boyfriend, the warmer it got.

Jordan closed his eyes and tried to let the drowsy state that had been fucked out of him earlier catch back up and overwhelm him.

”Suck harder, fuck! FUCK!”

Making the captain groan was always a delight, especially when he tugged his hair sharply and his hips bucked forward into Jordan’s mouth. Jordan smiled a little more as he let his tongue dance downward to tease Steven’s balls. His captain pulled so hard on his hair that his eyes watered and stung, but the salty taste that soon landed on his tongue made everything worth it.

The dark look that glinted in Steven’s eyes, though, that made everything just flat-out naughty.

Martin was very unsurprised when he walked through the bedroom door to find the two of them already asleep and spooning. He wasn’t even surprised that Daniel was the little spoon to Skrtel’s larger one. Stripping easily enough, Martin moved across the room as the first beam of sunlight created a pink blur in the sky outside. It would be a nice day, but he could think about enjoying it later. Right now, he needed some sleep.

He lay on his back on the other side of Skrtel and just looked at the ceiling for a few moments. He thought about why he had come here of all places, to Daniel’s house, his bedroom, instead of returning home to his own. It wasn’t that they would complain or even raise an eyebrow later; Daniel and Skrtel didn’t really mind when or if he showed up. He was just their companion, someone that had some fun with them sometimes, a puppy of sorts. Martin didn’t have a problem with that; he knew where he stood when he came over here. Martin could even probably guess what would happen. They’d wake up and be having breakfast, letting him sleep, and they wouldn’t say anything about it when he joined them later. It would be as if he had been here the whole time.

Martin wasn’t sure whether or not he liked that or not, but this certainly beat sleeping all day and waking up to an empty flat.

As the room around him grew lighter, Martin let his eyes close. He felt the smirk tug on his lips and he started to drift off to sleep.

”Last time you came first, Kelly. This time you’re not getting the luxury. Sit there and watch, and don’t touch yourself either.”

The command had been easy enough to accept, but too damn torturous to last very long when he had been allowed. That didn’t stop him from enjoying Steven’s orders, though, Martin had noticed long ago. Steven knew what to say, how to say it, and when to do things that nobody else could ever possibly know. Martin wondered if somebody else had taught those gifts to him, or if it was all natural talent.

Either way, when Martin had gripped the arms of the chair as Steven had licked all the way from his inner thigh to his cock, he couldn’t help but come when the dark blue eyes smirked at him.

Steven woke sometime around noon, but it was a lot longer before he actually left the bed.

He stayed curled around the pillows that still smelled of them, the two lovers he had reluctantly taken a shine to. He never in a million years thought it would be another player that he took to his bed, let alone two of them at the same time. He wouldn’t say he loved the shy, yet outgoing Kelly or the simple and easygoing Hendo, but he would let the idea float around in his consciousness before dismissing it as an annoyance. He didn’t need a label saying he loved somebody; besides, it was more or less an obvious attraction, a fleeting fancy, an attachment of fondness anyway. It didn’t mean anything, what they were doing. What they were doing…

The simple idea of it caused Stevie to grin to himself and his cock to harden a little.

The two lads loved when he gave them orders, he had found out that first night after the Sunderland loss. They were very quick to comply, he had also learned that night. But while they were easily trainable, they needed a little refinement to be completely spectacular, Steven had made a note and was determined to help them learn so.

Tuesday night, Liverpool had triumphed spectacularly against Everton, a hat-trick to call his own, with assists from Kelly and others to make it so. And boy, had Martin delivered later on in the night as well. Jordan, too.

Steven grinned as he slid a hand around his cock to slowly jerk it to full-hardness.

He remembered taking the boys back with him to the same flat hidden in the city and he had simply laid back on the bed and let them have at him. They had been eager to please, enthusiastic even, with their kisses and touches. Winning was addictive, and so was sex. They had both sucked him off, trading turns until he had come, covering both their faces with it. Without him having to say a word, they both had kissed and licked his come off one another, getting him half-hard again by just watching them do so.

He had fucked Martin first and had made sure to take his time in doing so. He had done it face-to-face with lots of kisses in-between thrusts until the very end, when he couldn’t just hold back anymore. It was his way of saying thank you, a way Martin seemed to agree with. Jordan had watched and, despite his and Martin’s invitation to join in, had jerked himself off near Martin’s head. They had all gotten messy, but God had it been worth it.

Steven groaned a little as his eyes closed once again and he teased himself a little.

With the Everton victory behind them, they faced Stoke next. Preparations in training had been one thing, but at home, they had been something else. Basking in the happiness, Steven had been in a very, very good mood. Jordan and Martin had been as well. Therefore, it hadn’t been unreasonable, Steven had decided, that they all celebrate together, and as often as possible.

At first, Steven had taught them the simple things of gentle touches and long, leisurely kisses. It had taken a lot more effort than he had thought, due to their young age and eagerness. Eventually, after about two nights of trying, they had been able to last long enough to make the evening far more sustainable and, therefore, pleasurable. He had taught them that patience made for an amazing reward, shown by bringing both of them to the heights of an orgasm, before withdrawing completely to kiss and touch rather than simply fuck one another into the mattress.

His sensuality lessons were interrupted with the first loss against QPR. Steven’s flared temper had scattered their lesson plans into a mess of rough, coarse fucking that left more than one of them walking a little funny the next day and bite marks in their skin. After the second loss, to Wigan, Steven was damn near impossible to control. He didn’t let them just fuck one another, he made sure Martin and Jordan knew it was their captain who was in control.

It was only the morning’s after, when both of them had snuck out during the night, that he would feel bad. Steven’s conscious would nag at him, telling him that he should be nicer to those two boys and that he shouldn’t touch them so roughly. He prepared apologies to deliver to both of them, but the next night when they came back, they came with expectant grins and willing bodies. How could he apologize when they seemed to enjoy it so?

Groaning again, Steven’s hand moved a little faster.

They turned him on, those lads. Turned him on in ways he didn’t think he should feel. Martin’s cocky attitude when confronted in the bedroom coupled with his shy admiration of his Captain made Steven want to hold him down a little tighter the next time. Jordan’s quiet calming nature and willingness to go with any command, made Stevie want to reward him with a few more kisses and softer movements. Together, they were amazing and Steven greatly enjoyed watching, almost as much as he enjoyed eventually going to participate with them. Both of them together made him come harder than almost ever before, and a lot more often. He was left breathless by the end of the night and he loved it.

Bucking his hips into his own hand, Steven came around his fingers.

Sinking back into the mattress, he breathed deeply and smeared them against the sheets. They would have to be washed, anyway, due to the amount of come that had already dried on them.

Closing his eyes, Steven waited until he had enough energy before he moved himself off the bed and towards the shower.

Martin’s tongue moved silkily along Jordan’s as they kissed deeply. His hand was holding Jordan’s head against his, while his other one was reached between the two of them to tug on Jordan’s cock. He was doing a damn good job of it, from the way Jordan was groaning into the kiss.

Steven licked his lips as he watched white come spurt forward onto Martin’s abdomen and thigh. It would only be a minute or two before he would taste Jordan once again.

Jordan blinked awake and felt Stewart brushing his hair off his forehead. When his gaze refocused from the sleep-blurred state, he saw Stewart smiling a little at him. Jordan tried to smile back, but was ungracefully cursed to yawn instead.

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly and swallowed hard.

“It’s all right. You got back late, I missed you.” Stewart replied and Jordan pulled him closer.

He had enjoyed the dream that he had been having; he knew it was a dream because no matter how many liaisons he, Martin, and Steven had had, Stewart had not been involved in any of them. In his dream, though, Stewart had been okay with their Captain’s cock shoved into Jordan’s arse and Martin watching as Stewart had been sucked off in turn.

It had been hot, but it was only a dream.

Jordan still hadn’t worked up to finding a way to tell Stewart about what was happening whenever he wasn’t home at night.

Stewart was now looking at him expectantly and Jordan had to blink. Oh right. “I missed you too.”

Contented with the proper answer, Stewart moved himself over Jordan and leaned down to kiss him. Jordan kissed back, but kept his eyes open. He knew that if he closed them, it would be another brunette man altogether that was the one whose tongue was tangling with his.

He would have to come clean eventually, but not right this moment when everything was so comfortable and perfect.

Martin groaned a little when he felt Jordan’s fingers in his arse, at least, he thought they were Jordan’s. Then again, with so much naked skin around him, he didn’t know what belonged to who anymore. His stuck his tongue forward to lick at Steven’s hole once again and felt the other man’s fingers in his hair. Steven was wanking slowly, cock just centimeters from Martin’s eyes as he did so.

Jordan—or whoever’s fingers—twisted to prepare him for another round and he pushed back on them. He couldn’t wait for another go, and so he brought his hand up to Steven’s cock and, together, began to jerk him off.

There was a low chattering sound coming from the other room, as well as a clink of China. Martin kept his eyes closed and listened as he recognized a television program playing and the smell of Daniel’s favorite tea coming from the other room. As he had predicted earlier, they had left him to sleep in peace, but they had made sure to tuck the blankets around him before they’d gone.

Martin guessed it was Skrtel’s doing. He was quite the homebody when he wanted to be.

Not bothering with any other clothes except his boxers, Martin pulled himself from bed and shuffled towards the sounds of domesticity. He didn’t care what he looked like, how disheveled he must’ve appeared, when he leaned against the doorframe and watched Daniel sip tea and watch the telly He noticed the other Martin wasn’t around and so he moved closer to sit in the chair next to the Dane and waited to be addressed.

When that moment didn’t come, Martin let out a little huff of air.

“Where is he?” he asked.

“Gone home. Needed a little time to collect himself, I guess.” Daniel replied without looking over. “Have some tea and a biscuit.”

Martin would’ve laughed like he had done a hundred other times at Daniel’s adopted British habits, but this time he didn’t.

He guessed maybe being the spare wheel had finally outgrown its perks.

”What are we?”

The question hung in the air between the soft breathing of a sleeping Jordan and a still-heavy-breathing Martin. Steven didn’t look over immediately, his eyes drawn to the window overlooking the sleeping city they all called home.

“Comfortable.” Steven replied finally, and looked over with a grin on his face.

Martin leaned back into bed and closed his eyes.

Comfortable was a good answer.