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My bedtime story last night! The hell with arms in the suds! Sweet dreams…
Remy Is in Love
A triad fic - NC-17
Alex opened his eyes to the morning light and Jamesy’s contented sigh. Ahh, they were in Stockholm sleeping cozily in the big down-covered bed. They had slept late from their drowsy arrival in the wee hours. Pleasantly rested, Jamesy gently laid her head on Alex’s warm belly. Alex smiled and lovingly smoothed her hair. He knew Jamesy favored her morning cuddle to watch Alex’s cock wake for her and meet her well-placed lips for very good morning oral exercise. Sometimes Alex woke with a hardon still, at his age he assumed it should be used. This morning, Alex felt his cock stir from Jamesy’s proximity to it and her warm breath. It was all he could do to refrain from either pushing her lips closer or just grabbing her up, moving between her legs and fucking her to Jeezus. She was so fuckable in the mornings.
He did neither. Jamesy grew a little impatient with the unstimulated cock growth. She murmured, “C’mere you fucker,” and flicked her tongue over the foreskin, lifted her head and devoured all the cock her mouth would hold.
Alex moaned, “So warm, baby. Oh fuck, you’re so good.” He reached his long arm across Jamesy’s curled up butt and handily asked her legs to open. He took the fingers on his big Viking paw and gave first one, then two to Jamesy’s hungry cunt that was lubed and ready for them just from the taste of his hard cock being licked and sucked.
“Let me fuck you, pretty girl,” Alex deeply breathed his desire. “I want to feel you come.”
Alex gave her “nice ass” a good slap so Jamesy yelped. She came off his seeping cock, turned on her back and spread her legs to welcome him. “Kiss my yummy cock breath,” she teased him, but he did kiss her with his kissable lips and the tongue that could coax an orgasm from a rock.
“Oh fuck me hard, sweet man,” Jamesy whispered as Alex pressed his cock between her nether lips and eased it all in. Jamesy moaned with delight as Alex began to thrust, circle his own “fine ass” and grind her clit. Oh my! Oh yes! Jamesy was so tight and wanton this morning. She felt so good. Alex was so big and throbbing this morning. He felt so good. The bed gave its own sighs as they fucked each other hard, demanding a good come. Alex gasped, “Baby, give it! Fuck! Fuck, I’m … uh huh. Oh yeah, that’s it!”
Jamesy felt his deep thrusts give way to quick shallow ones and his cock erupted inside her glad pussy, coming just as hard as he was. They grunted at each other with the pleasure that was just theirs. They kissed à deux, Jamesy’s arms around Alex’s ribs, holding him tight. They preferred their morning devotional in missionary position with an extended postlude to celebrate those who had come. Amen.
Alex withdrew with a sweet peck and elongated beside his precious. “Babycakes, I texted Remy. I wonder why he wasn’t home to greet us. He didn’t say he was away.”
“He doesn’t answer my calls much anymore, sweet man. He must be busy at something. Or remember you said he was dating heavily. Maybe he’s in love,” Jamesy lamented.
“I wonder if he even still lives here. I miss his face.” Alex arose and took Jamesy’s proffered hand. They went to shower.
Remy opened the door and looked inside. He whispered, “Alex?” and go no answer. He brought inside as many bags of groceries as his arms could carry. Remy of the triad was feeling guilty. He had made himself busy with falling in love, stepping off the cliff into playacting monogamy with Sami, the beautiful, smart transwoman he had met shortly before Alex’s last visit to his city digs that Remy was to look after as his home. Alex’s “boyfriend” had ducked Alex at every turn, avoiding physical contact without reasonable explanation. Alex had excused his best friend as roiling in the throes of the all-encompassing falling in love. Alex remembered his own Stockholm scarcity for Remy when he was courting Jamesy. He had been in Atlanta for two years wooing his love. But he’d been honest with Jamesy from the git-go, assuming if she would take him, he should show her all of him.
Remy had talked to Alex at least as often as he’d needed him. After Alex married, their relationship was heightened from best buds to real lovers, not just beat off buddies. Remy had been ignoring Alex’s calls, not taking Jamesy’s. He knew he had to tell Sami the truth of him and the triad, even if he wanted to curtail future triad sex. He had already nearly moved in with Sami, too much too soon. He was smitten so, he was not writing nor booking gigs. And he was late with the groceries he should have stocked in for Alex and Jamesy yesterday. Remy was realizing he was a mess. He heard Alex’s shower and hastily put items away and set out the tasty quiche and fresh fruit he’d gotten from the deli down the block. He was making the kaffe when robed, smiling Alex and Jamesy almost skipping down the hall, spied Remy and ran to embrace him, laughing.
Remy returned the affection with a sigh of relief. He knew who he was, even still after knowing he loved Sami. He had needed reminding. Then Alex kissed him with one of those instant hardon kisses he bestowed on the very few. Remy gasped and pushed Alex away. Jamesy looked between them and saw Alex’s face. She could read all of it in his eyes. He registered surprise, then a split second of anger, and remained sad-eyed at the sting of his hurt heart. Jamesy began to cry quietly and turned away, unwilling or unable to share Alex’s pain.
Alex looked at Remy, who had hung his head not wanting to own his behavior. Alex turned to Jamesy and went to take her in his arms, “Let’s dress and go out, my love.” He whispered in her ear, “I need you, my Jamesy girl.”
Jamesy wiped her eyes on her robe, nodded “yes”, and took his big Viking paw. Alex, eyes flashing, admonished Remy, “I assume you will explain yourself when we get back.” Jamesy knew Alex could well have cussed Remy to the ground and told him to get his shit and get out.
She spoke out loud tangled in her own thoughts, “Am I going to have to take up the piano? Alex looked at her and followed her unspoken train of thought. He grinned and said, “Not unless you want to. We’ll sell the son of a bitch and enjoy the “play” money.” They left the apartment shortly without a word to Remy.
Remy put the food away and called Sami, whom he had left lazing in her comfortable loft. He was in tears when she answered. “I haven’t told you about me like I should have,” Remy blubbered, “I’ve fucked up royally. I may be homeless and friendless and worthless to you.”
Sami was royally confused regardless of royal fuck ups. She eventually calmed Remi so he could briefly explain. He started with “I’m not writing or gigging or working at all,” and ended with prose of love for Alex and then Jamesy because she belonged to Alex, then he made the caveat that he loved Sami, or so wanted to and wanted to do it well. He had the presence of mind to blame Sami for naught but gave her no credit for her own life before he came into it, which, like anyone’s of approximately middle age, would have been fraught with mistakes, turmoil, heartbreak (and in Sami’s case, learning herself and how to deal with the world as her own woman).
Sami was an industrial engineer. She thought logically and she had a big heart. If she were honest, she would admit that she could see herself with Remi as a romantic partner, but she couldn’t say she loved him exactly. She certainly didn’t want him to love her to the exclusion of everyone else. She told him so. Yes the sex was great, she replied, but other parts of life go on. Finally, she told Remy to take today to make up with his friends/lovers and maybe invite her to dinner tomorrow for everyone to meet. “That’s assuming you can pull your head out of your ass, dearest. And I’ve never heard you make your music. We’ve ignored too much. One more thing – if I am to like your friends, you tell them whatever you want about me. You know I prefer love to find a way.”
Remy put his phone on the counter and walked over to the piano. However did he find rational people who would care about him? He thought that maybe he was catching up from having a crazy hippie mother who might still shout at him, “Bring me another lover!” Remy began to play and sing the ballad he wrote for Alex and Jamesy (with his triad verse). He hoped he could make things right. He sang it again and repented his actions toward Alex. He heard the door open and sang the triad verse louder.
Jamesy screeched gleefully, “Remy!” Alex strode to the piano, picked up Remy by the shoulders and gave him another kiss which produced again the instant hardon that Remy rubbed against Alex. “I’m so sorry, lover,” Remy repeated in Swedish between Alex kisses. In a few minutes Alex was hard too. Jamesy sat and put her feet up.
Standing at the piano, Alex and Remy freed their respective hardons and continued kissing roughly. They began to fondle each other’s cock. Shirts came off. “I so fuckin’ missed you, boyfriend,” Alex moaned. They were entranced in each other, concentrating on a shared climax, ending in cum running down their chests. Breathing so hot and heavy as to fog up the nearest window. Remy howled, “Fuck me! Alex! Fuck! I love you!” and shot all over Alex where Alex aimed it. The feel of Remy’s jumping cock and his cum running down his pecs got Alex off hard. It took fuck happy Remy by surprise and he did not corral Alex’s writhing cock properly. Alex grunted his pleasure and shot cum everywhere.
“Hell, I’ll have to clean that off the piano!” Remy rued those Alex-never-just-a-little cum shots so out of control. “That’ll take the finish off!” He grabbed his shirt and began to mop hurriedly. Alex took his shirt and assisted after he’d wiped Remy off his chest. “We used to be so neat about this, remember?” Remy looked at Alex and began to giggle. Alex took Remy’s face between his big Viking paws and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “I will always love you, Remy,” Alex told him softly.
Those “young” studs then started tickling each other and laughing, went to the kitchen and used dishtowels to wipe off the remainder. Jamesy was cackling with laughter at her boys from her relaxed perch. The shirtless ran and kissed her all over until she mirthfully screeched, “Stop it. You’re gonna make me pee.” Alex paused to consider and ceased the kissing, acknowledging it would be difficult to clean up he declared self-righteously. Remy stopped giggling and kissed Jamesy deeply, “I’m so sorry, Jamesy. I love you. And I swear I’ll answer your calls if I’m not fuckin’ fuckin’.” They were at home with each other.
Remy was quiet as he doodled on the piano. Alex took him a beer and Remy caught a big Viking paw, “Of course I love you. While I’m trying to be in love, could we not have triad sex? I don’t mean what we just did, I mean butt fucking, cosmic orgasmic, pissing hot ménage à trois? I don’t know where I am.”
Alex kissed his head, looked at Jamesy and soothed Remy, “Whatever you need, boyfriend. Jamesy is agreeing. We want you to be happy, but not without us in your life – or in this flat we call home. Do you still live here?”
Alex chuckled as Remy fidgeted on the piano bench. “I do. I need to bring Sami here and share more of me.” Remy continued by giving an enthusiastic overview of Sami, mentioning that Sami was fluent in English, Swedish and some French (which he used to tease her), that she no longer took hormones and had decided against surgeries for herself at this point, and that he had her permission to tell whatever needed telling.
Alex had joined Jamesy on the couch. “So Sami has a girlcock like Marti at the gym.” Alex spoke matter-of-factly. “I am excited to meet her.” Remy teasingly shot Alex a glare. Alex blurted, “Not for that. Remy. Stop it. Sami sounds great. I am excited to meet her.”
It was decided that Sami should come to dinner next evening and all questions would be answered truthfully, no matter the discomfort of the triad. “Love is where you find it. It’s hard to kill, and why would you want to,” Jamesy reminded.
Remy played piano into the night. “I love this Steinway grand Alex bought for me,” Remy opined and launched into “I Love a Piano. (Irving Berlin 1908 – Easter Parade 1948)” Remy was well versed in songs from movie musicals and some Cole Porter. Jamesy and Alex would join in the ones they knew. So very wholesome, it’s a good thing Remy got all the flying cum off the instrument.
***** Judy Garland and Fred Astaire in Easter Parade *******
The triad all had a hand in the dinner, being mindful of Sami’s preferences, insisted by Remy. Remy took public transit to fetch his love. Jamesy, born into the drivin’ and cryin’ City of Atlanta, often forgot the ease of Stockholm’s conveyances until she was going somewhere on her own she couldn’t walk to and from. Remy and Sami would be back shortly.
While they were alone, Alex pulled Jamesy close and kissed her enough to make her twat tingle. “I’m glad for Our Remy, darlin’. If he just doesn’t lose his mind being in love with love.”
“We won’t be the subject of anymore love songs, sweet man.” Jamesy smiled and tiptoed for another kiss. “If Sami stays over, can we still play with Dala?”
Alex laughed and bent to kiss her neck. He put a big Viking paw under her sweater and fondled her breast through her bra. He thrust his clothed crotch into hers and moaned, “Dala needs exercise, little fuckbunny.”
They were smoothing their disheveled selves when Remy and Sami walked in. Everybody spoke at once. Sami was tall and willowy with pleasing features. Androgyny, gender blending, comfortable in one’s own skin – no wordy explanation was necessary. Sami was herself, smart, beautiful – a delight with humor. After introductions Sami put her hand gently on Remy’s chest, “Sweetheart, I could never take you away from Alexander Skarsgård!” She laughed and winked in Alex and Jamesy’s direction. Remy kissed her. He had learned from the master, Alex, to charmingly reward his love for every show of affection.
Pleasant conversation was rife. The culinary artistry was consumed. Champagne toasts were made to all parties in varying combinations and Remy toasted his favorite piano. Alex had never seen Remy quite so joyous as he was this evening. Jamesy and Sami found they had much in common as working women in professions that were still a man’s world. There was good-natured joking and much laughter. It seemed that any puzzling questions of sex, love, and rock-‘n-roll would be asked privately. No one seemed uncomfortable in the least.
The time passed, Jamesy rose from the table, glad they had opted for the most butt-comfortable dining chairs but needing to stretch her legs. She began to clear and everyone assisted, making short work. Alex suggested, “Rembo, why not play a song or two for Sami while Jamesy and I put his away?”
Remy almost clapped his hands in glee, “C’mon beautiful, I’ve been working on something, let me show you.” He took Sami’s hand.
“I’ve heard everything you’ve recorded, Remy, but nothing from your lips.” Sami took Remi’s arm and kissed his cheek. Remy beamed. He was the sunshine in the room.
When they had repaired to the music nook, out of sight of the kitchen, Alex loaded the dishwashers in two shakes of a lamb’s tail as Jamesy washed the delicate serving dishes and crystal. Alex stood behind Jamesy and put his arms around her. “We really like her, don’t we, babycakes?” Alex whispered.
“We do. Glad for Remi,” Jamesy sighed as she cuddled her back into her Viking while keeping her arms in the suds.
Alex kissed Jamesy’s neck and moved his hands under her sweater. He was familiar with most of her underwear and deftly unfastened her bra and cupped her breasts in his big Viking paws. Jamesy moaned softly to Remy’s love song accompaniment.
Alex tweaked her nipples and moaned into her neck, “You want my hard cock, fuckbunny?” He pressed it into Jamesy’s “nice ass”. She had ceased washing dishes. Alex turned her to face him and in one movement lifted her onto the clean counter. She flung suds off her hands and put them around Alex’s neck, in his hair. They kissed urgently, tongues tasting lusty ardor from each other. Hot fire between them, hips barely moving. Alex groaned, “Fuck, c’mere,” put his big Viking paws under her thighs, her legs and arms around him, and carried her to bed.
“We’ll let Remy and Sami make the kaffe tomorrow.” Jamesy and Alex had flung clothes in all directions. Alex moaned agreement with his favored left breast in his mouth. Dala would be long in the exercise arena tonight.