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The Inevitable (Part 2)

Welcome back to me! Trying! Go read Part 1 if you haven't (somehow). We are picking up right where we left off!

Minors, Leave. Now. Goodbye.

Words: ~7,200 Content: M/M/M threesome; anal fingering; anal sex; protected and unprotected sex; praise kink; (brief) masturbation; (brief) oral sex; aftercare; sharing a bed

Summary: Ending up here was kind of a given, after those two nights in London. Phillip is still more than happy to let Nik and John have their way with him while he figures out... everything.

Link to Part 1

Translations (in order of appearance): Лучик = sunshine; Лев = lion; Родной = darling (lit. home/native place)

John rested his chin on his shoulder. “Because Nik’s not gonna be able to sleep tonight if he doesn’t fuck me out of his system, so I’m just checking.”

Oh, right. Phillip laughed quietly to himself, catching the subtle change in Nik’s expression. “Nik, you have the patience of a saint.”

Nik smirked, his dark eyes fixed on John’s face. “I didn’t want to interrupt the show. It would have been bad manners.”

“Oh, you’re worried about manners now?” John replied. “Why don’t you read the room, then? You’re the only one still dressed.”

“He has such a way with words, doesn’t he, Лучик?” Nik said. He carefully tucked the gold chain around his neck into the collar of his burgundy sweater. It was a very soft sweater too, as Phillip could attest, having smushed his face against it discretely a couple times that evening.

“He knows what he wants,” Phillip said, glancing sideways at John. “Can’t fault him for that.”

“What I want,” he replied, reaching up to put a hand in Phillip’s hair, “is to see this one’s brain short once he sees how handsome you are, love.”

“You already saw that once with you,” he pointed out as Nik pulled his sweater off over his head and tossed it onto a chest against the nearest wall.

John hummed and kissed his jaw. “And I want to see it again.”

God, these two were going to be his undoing—they pretty much were already, actually.

Nik stood up beside the bed, now only in a black t-shirt and his slacks and socks. “You’re very demanding for someone who’s going to be a whining mess in a few minutes.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it, Kolya,” John said, his voice rumbling in his chest against Phillip’s back.

It was a new nickname to Phillip’s ears, but clearly, it had been chosen for its effect on Nik. He stared at John for half a second, then made a low noise at the back of his throat. In a heartbeat, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to join his sweater.

Phillip hated that John had predicted his reaction, but he couldn’t be that upset, not when graced with the view in front of him. Like John, there was a thick swath of hair covering most of Nik’s chest and trailing down beyond his waistband. Maybe Phillip had a thing for it, because once again, his hands were itching to touch, and his eyes were fixed on the glint of steel from Nik’s dog tags resting on his chest. Nik’s waist didn’t taper the way John’s did, and frankly there was just… more of him in general. The layer of fat over his muscles was thicker, adding a subtle plush roundness to his tummy and pectorals. Phillip could feel saliva pooling in his mouth just looking at him.

John’s hand still in his hair tightened its grip, tugging at his scalp slightly and breaking him out of his stupor. “See?” he said, the smug bastard. “It’s fun to watch your brain melt out your ears.”

Nik tsked at him, moving in close to them. “Be nice, John,” he said, leaning down and lifting John’s chin with a firm hold on it to slot their mouths together. “He’s not a toy,” he added quietly, pulling back just enough to get the words out before leaning back in.

John’s hand left Phillip’s hair to curl back around his chest, holding him in place. His other hand found Nik’s wrist under his chin and wrapped around it loosely, the thumb rubbing the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. Nik’s second hand reached and found Phillip’s shoulder first, then followed it up to his neck to his jaw. Phillip’s hands tightened around the glass of water he was still holding, a little taken aback by how comfortable he felt. Here he was, sitting in one man’s arms, watching said man eagerly kiss his partner, all while that partner had a hand cradling Phillip’s face like he was the one being kissed instead.

But still, it felt… good. John’s chest was warm against his back, and Nik was so close, he could feel the warmth radiating off of his shoulders as well. It was welcoming, in some way, like they had accepted he had a place here, and wasn’t that an intimidating concept. He wanted to have a place here, which might have been even more terrifying, since he’d never had a relationship where he had truly wanted to stay.

Fortunately, he only had a few seconds to sit with his trailing thoughts before Nik pulled away from John’s mouth and patted his cheek. “Go lie down, Лев,” he said softly.

John pressed a final kiss to the shell of Phillip’s ear before he extracted himself from where he sat behind him to go lie down closer to the center of the bed. Nik watched him, a hungry sort of glint in his eyes, but his hand hadn’t moved from Phillip’s neck yet. Eventually, he dipped his head slightly, lowering his voice when he spoke.

“Phillip, would you be a dear and undo my trousers for me?”

Phillip’s mouth started watering all over again, and he happily sat up to set his glass on the bedside table nearby. The power this man held over him—over both him and John, honestly—was incredible. “I would absolutely love to,” he purred, reaching out and finally sinking his fingertips into the flesh around Nik’s waist and hips.

John groaned, equal parts frustrated and aroused. “Nik, for fuck’s sake. That’s not fair.”

“I think it’s perfectly fair,” Nik told him, running his hand up the back of Phillip’s neck and into his hair. Phillip resisted the urge to lean into his chest in reaction as he worked to undo the clasps at the top of Nik’s pants. “You’ve been doing it for years. Let him have his turn.”

John grumbled nonverbally. Phillip grinned, happy that he could push John’s buttons even now. He took his time pulling the zipper down, watching the muscles in Nik’s abdomen tense when it brushed against the prominent tent that Phillip had been not-so-subtly eyeing earlier. Why was he resisting his urges again? He slid the waistband of the slacks down until they fell in a pool around Nik’s ankles, then leaned in, pressing his face against Nik’s warm skin just under his pecs and slightly to one side. He felt as well as heard the quiet exhale in response, and felt the fingers in his hair tighten all at once. His right arm snaked around Nik’s waist, the hand splaying out against his lower back. The other hand dropped down to gently palm over the length of Nik’s cock through his boxers.

That got a quiet groan from both Nik and John. Nik’s hand at the back of Phillip’s head involuntarily pressed his face harder against his torso, and he hummed appreciatively, happy to stay there surrounded by the man’s warmth and scent as long as possible. He also could finally appreciate why Nik and John had both, separately, discouraged him from having Nik fuck him. He remembered intimately the stretch and fullness from John’s dick buried in him, and he was now forced to concede that yes, Nik would have broken him. Proportionally, he wasn’t that big, but he had girth that John simply didn’t. His fingers found the tip of his shaft and found a damp spot in the fabric there as well. Patience of a saint indeed.

Nik pulled a little harder on his hair, turning his face up to look at him. Phillip made no move to move either of his hands. “Лучик,” he breathed. “I have to ask you to let go so I can take care of John.”

That was only fair. Phillip dipped his chin to press his lips against Nik’s ribs, and withdrew his hands. Nik ruffled his hair and used his shoulder to lean on as he rid himself of his pants and socks. He planted a quick kiss on his head before he walked to the foot of the bed and climbed on over John’s feet. John pushed himself up on his elbows to meet his mouth as he descended upon him, only to be laid right back down. Phillip drank in the sight, still a little incredulous he was even here, and a little surprised at himself for enjoying it as much as he was. But it seemed to balance out, in a weird way, that after his abysmal efforts to figure out normal romance for twenty years, he’d end up in an unconventional… whatever this was.

By some supernatural strength, his eyes left the spectacle of obscenely attractive musculature and landed on the bottle of lube where John had abandoned it on the sheets. Since he’d just discovered what Nik somehow kept tucked into his pants all day, they’d definitely be needing it eventually. He picked it up and slid it across the sheets towards them where it bumped up against Nik’s elbow.

Nik broke away from John’s mouth, looking to see what had bumped him. Phillip’s attention had focused on the sheen of spit on John’s lower lip as the light caught it.

“Thank you, beautiful,” Nik said, taking it in his hand. He sat back on his heels and grinned when he said something to John afterwards in Russian. John knocked his knee against him in reply. It only made Nik’s grin stretch wider as he squeezed lube onto his fingers and set the bottle down within reach. “I didn’t hear a no.”

“Why do you always make me think right before you fuck me?”

Nik leaned over him slightly, his smile never wavering. “Because I like seeing the moment it all stops.” He didn’t give John an opportunity to respond before he reached down and pressed his first finger into him.

Phillip scooched back to sit against the headboard, hugging his knees loosely as he watched. There was something slightly vindictive about witnessing Nik systematically take apart the man who had only recently been responsible for doing the same to him. It was also perfectly clear—even without knowing what he already knew about them—the absolute adoration they held for each other. It was so obvious this was a familiar and comforting kind of ritual, despite the way Nik’s eyes were taking in every single detail, every twitch, like he’d never seen it before.

He also realized, as his eyes followed Nik’s free hand trailing up John’s side, he didn’t seem to care particularly where the attention was directed. It didn’t seem to matter that the gleam of satisfaction in Nik’s eyes came from making John melt into his hands and not Phillip. Likewise, hearing the curses and groans spilling from John’s lips might as well have been the most perfect music to grace his ears, regardless of who was causing them. They were enjoying themselves; they were enjoying each other; and, as Nik had done earlier, Phillip was enjoying the show.

There was a small aspect of satisfying some curiosity, as well. Even as he attempted to burn their expressions into his memory, his eyes kept being drawn back between John’s legs. From this angle, he couldn’t see Nik’s hand, but he got an excellent view to find out exactly how long John’s refractory period was. Under Nik’s ministrations, it wasn’t terribly long at all. His dick was half-hard already and filling out steadily.

Nik might have noticed Phillip’s attention, because his hand moved from where it had been splayed out below John’s sternum, following the trail of coarse hair down. John swore quietly, like he knew what was coming. His palm finally wrapped loosely around the base of John’s dick and stroked up almost gently.

John’s head pressed back into the pillows as his hips bucked up over their own accord, and his eyes rolled back shut. “Bloody Christ, Nik,” he managed.

Nik grinned, looking up at Phillip. “He’s still sensitive,” he said, like it was information just between the two of them.

John glared, once again knocking one of his knees against Nik’s side. “Fuck’s sake—can you get around to putting your cock in me sometime this week?” Some of the commanding tone was lost when paired with the pink flush from his ears down to his shoulders and the barely contained whines he made when Nik’s fingers found the right spot. It was extremely satisfying to see.

“I’m only up to three,” Nik replied. Somehow, his voice remained unchanged, unstrained, despite the obvious desire written all over his face.

Phillip’s brain then went back and replayed what he’d said. Only three? Dear God, how much bigger was Nik down there?

John was unfazed and still impatient. “You think I can’t feel how many—”

Nik’s hand once again slid up the length of John’s shaft, now fully erect again. Once again, it drew a groan from John, cutting into whatever he’d been saying in the first place.

Phillip grinned. “That’s playing dirty pool, Nik, c’mon.”

“That’s the most fun kind of pool.”

“Fuck off, the both of you!”

Again, John’s frustration was undermined almost entirely by Nik’s thumb running up the underside of his shaft. Phillip uncurled from where he sat and crawled over to him, crouching on his knees next to John’s shoulder. Before John could ask why he had moved, he reached over with one hand to the far side of his jaw and leaned over to kiss him, just because he wanted to and he could.

One of John’s hands appeared to curl around the side of Phillip’s neck, holding him close. He broke away just long enough to mutter, “Fine, you can stay,” before pulling him back in.

Phillip tried not to let the ridiculous fluttery feeling that came after that remark overwhelm him. Fortunately, his thought process was quickly interrupted when a moan erupted from the back of John’s throat, sending a wave of vibrations between their lips, into Phillip’s mouth, practically to the back of his skull. They pulled apart, Phillip shifting slightly to rest his forehead on John’s. “And that was…?” he asked, keeping his eyes closed while his head stopped spinning.

John hummed in utter contentment. “Fourth finger.”

Ah. He pressed a kiss to John’s forehead before sitting up and resuming his previous position, but now sitting within reach. The shift made him suddenly aware of exactly how much the scene in front of him was affecting him. His own dick had started to harden again, despite having gotten his brains fucked out not too long ago. That was a new concept. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pleased by the prospect of more than one round going forward.

How the hell had he not figured this out earlier again?

Nik kept John squirming on the bed for a minute or so longer, which just seemed like torture at this point, even if Phillip was enjoying the show. He pulled his hand away at last, rising up off his heels.

“Oh, thank fuck,” John breathed.

“I think letting you have Phillip first made you more demanding,” Nik said. He stepped off the bed temporarily to rid himself of his boxers—which he did largely one-handed and with practiced ease, and Phillip’s mind was going a little fuzzy watching it. “Maybe he should be a reward so you behave for me next time.”

A small part of him reminded Phillip he probably should have said something about being referred to in such a depersonalized way, but the rest of him was far more focused on Nik’s hand. His mouth was watering as he followed that hand up and down the length of Nik’s… just stunningly beautiful and objectively big dick.

Fuck, he was so gay.

“Kolya…” John sighed, sounding like he was actively restraining himself from whining. He followed with something in Russian in the same tone.

The reply was also in Russian, said very sweetly, but not quite crossing the border into apologetic. Phillip had a feeling the last thing Nik would be feeling here would be apologetic for what he’d done. He got back on the bed and shook his head when John opened his legs a little wider for him. Reaching out, he patted the outside of John’s left thigh and said one word in Russian.

“You’re gonna kill me,” John muttered, pushing himself up and going to roll over onto his front.

Phillip started to move aside to make room.

“You don’t have to move, Лучик,” Nik told him.

They both stopped, glancing first at each other, then back at Nik, who seemed completely unbothered where he knelt towards the foot of the bed. Phillip looked down again, doing the very simple calculations that once again came up with one of two solutions: either John had to move over, or his face was ending up directly in Phillip’s groin.

John was the one who asked. “Do you want me in his lap?”

“If he doesn’t mind.”

He looked back up at Phillip, waiting for a response.

Phillip nodded once. “Fine by me,” he said, proud that he could keep his voice steady considering the anticipation running through him was making his stomach flip and his heart pound in his ears.

He straightened his legs so John could climb over to sit between them. He was a little surprised when John surged forward to connect their lips, but he wasn’t going to complain about it, not when John’s hand and mouth were hot and just rough enough to have goosebumps breaking out across his skin. After a few seconds, he heard a click when Nik snapped the bottle of lube closed, and then he felt the mattress shift.

John recognized it as well and pulled back. Over his shoulder, Phillip saw Nik kneeling behind him, one hand slowly, almost lazily spreading lube on his cock. The other was palming one of John’s asscheeks, kneading into the muscle, pulling it apart from the other slightly. It was fucking possessive, and it would have been intimidating if it weren’t so fucking hot. John grunted softly, his forehead dropping onto Phillip’s shoulder. Without really thinking about it, Phillip curled a hand around the back of his neck, but his eyes were still tracking Nik’s every movement.

A smile spread over Nik’s face, remaining there as he leaned over John’s back, only disappearing when he pressed his lips against his skin. “How did I get this lucky, hm?” he said, his smile returning in full force. His dark eyes flicked up to meet Phillip’s gaze. “Two such gorgeous men in front of me, and I get you both to myself.”

John whined, very quietly, but it was there. He rocked back against him slightly. “Nik,” he groaned. “Come on, love, fucking Christ.”

Nik hummed, kissing up one side of John’s back like he had nothing better he could be doing. “But you didn’t follow my directions,” he said in a low voice.

John grumbled, but nothing that sounded like words. Phillip was confused, but stayed quiet. He wasn’t entirely sure his brain could put together a coherent sentence anyway. Nik’s right hand left John’s ass and ran up his side, between his shoulder blades, finally resting over Phillip’s fingers still splayed across the back of his neck.

He pushed down, steady but firm. “I want you in his lap, Родной.”

Phillip’s breath lodged in his chest as a rush of arousal flooded his brain instead of oxygen. His face felt feverishly hot, so he knew he was blushing deeply, but couldn’t be truly bothered to care. Nik kept his hand on John’s neck as he lowered his shoulders down, placing his arms down on either side of Phillip’s hips and wrapping them around him. When his face was finally buried in the bend of Phillip’s hip, his breath tickling the hair around the base of his dick, Phillip let out a slow, only slightly shaky breath.

“There we are,” Nik said, removing his hand from his neck. Phillip’s eyes followed it as it trailed up the planes of John’s back, right back to where it had started, gripping a handful of John’s ass. The new view was downright sinful. “You are good for me, I will be good to you,” he added on.

Phillip watched a shudder run through John’s body before his eyes. “Please, Kolya.”

Nik hushed him softly, lining himself up against John’s ass before carefully pressing in. Again, Phillip found his attention entirely hostage by the sight. He could only really see the very root of Nik’s shaft from this angle, but he watched, rapt, as it drew closer and closer. It felt like John had gone limp in his lap as his whole body relaxed to welcome him.

For the first time that evening, Nik’s face was not a picture of self-control. Phillip caught a distinct line between his brows and faint strain around his mouth as he eased in deeper. John made a low noise in his throat, his arms tightening around Phillip slightly as he tried to push back into the feeling.

Nik put a hand between his shoulders. “Wait,” he told him, his breathing finally starting to go a bit unsteady, and his cheeks flushed a shade redder than before.

It was slow, and Phillip felt a little bad for John because of it, squirming in his lap under Nik’s hand. Only a little bad, though, because he remembered how easily John had taken him apart only a few minutes prior, and it was still fun to watch the tables turn. Before Nik was fully sheathed, he started thrusting shallowly, making John melt all over again as he worked his way deeper.

“Fuck yes,” John moaned, slightly muffled against Phillip’s groin.

Phillip felt more than saw Nik bottom out a moment later, when his hips bumped up against John’s ass and jostled his shoulders into Phillip’s middle. It pushed a quiet breath out of him, which he’d hoped would be lost under John’s much louder noise of pleasure.

Judging by the glint in Nik’s eyes, that might not have been the case. He said nothing, only bent over John’s back again, pressing a kiss where he could reach. “You always take me so well, John,” he murmured against his skin. “Feel like pure paradise on my cock.” He added something in Russian that made John groan as his body spasmed, so it must have been something good.

Nik hummed, resting his forehead against John’s back while he regained his composure. When he looked up again, he caught Phillip’s eye and grinned. He grabbed a hand towel from nearby—a second one that he must have brought with the first when Phillip had been too fucked-out to notice—to wipe his hand clean. He left the towel somewhere under John out of sight before grabbing both his hips.

Whether or not Nik had planned this position or merely stumbled upon it on a whim, Phillip had no idea. Either way, he kind of wanted to thank him for it. Every motion, every thrust, no matter how shallow or deep, was conducted directly through John’s body and into Phillip’s. He could feel every jostle from John’s shoulders, every squeeze of his arms, every breath that ghosted over his balls. The onslaught of sensations, combined with the absolutely fucking incredible view of Nik fucking into him, of his abs tensing, his pecs jiggling just slightly on each thrust, and his dog tags only serving to highlight the motion, made his head spin.

Phillip put an arm across John’s shoulders, searching for a fraction of stability as his mind struggled to comprehend everything going on around him. As Nik’s pace slowly sped up, his eyes fluttered, and he tore his gaze away from the absolute vision in front of him, letting his head rest against the headboard for a moment to breathe. Fuck, he was so hard again.

“You can touch yourself, sweetheart.”

Phillip’s eyes flew open and his head whipped down to stare at the back of John’s head.

Before he could reply to the remark, Nik beat him to it. “Is he that hard again already, love? Just from watching me fuck you?” he grinned, giving a particularly harsh thrust into John. It drew a loud moan from him, and a hissed curse.

“’Course he is,” came the answer once he had regained coherency.

Phillip let his head fall back against the headboard again with a quiet groan. It didn’t seem fair that John still had enough mental fortitude to tease him like that while getting fucked into next week. But unfortunately, he couldn’t really argue with him on that point, because it was absolutely true. Keeping his left arm across John’s shoulders, he wrapped his other hand around the base of his dick and started stroking himself, biting back a moan when he did. It took a little repositioning, since John’s shoulders were hovering just over his dick, but it would work. He knew Nik was watching him, too, even if he couldn’t see everything. The slick noise accompanying each thrust never faltered, but he could practically feel his gaze on him.

“Good boy,” Nik crooned at him. His sweet tone was in direct contrast to him placing a hand on John’s back, pressing the arch deeper for him. “Make yourself feel good for us, yes?”

Phillip swallowed a whine as he slowly sped up his hand to match the movement of Nik’s hips, swiping drops of precum off the tip to make the slide easier.

John’s body jolted on the next thrust, then he melted into Phillip’s lap with a low moan. “Fuck, right there, love.”

It was something Nik had been waiting for, if the expression on his face was anything to go by. There was a determination hidden behind a veneer of accomplishment, like a hunting dog who had just seen the rabbit stumble, and knew already how this would end. Later, Phillip probably needed to do some thinking about why that got his dick twitching in his hand, but for now, he couldn’t have cared less. It was fucking hot, and he wasn’t even the one getting railed this time.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mostly to himself, when he felt Nik’s movements pick up strength. He could guess every one of them was nailing John’s prostate, judging from the way the man’s hands scrambled for purchase on Phillip’s back. He could feel John’s brow furrowing against his hip, and every noise, every breath, every word out of his mouth, he could feel ghosting over his skin. Even his knuckles would occasionally graze John’s beard as he continued fucking his hand in time.

He wasn’t going to last much longer, and from listening to the sounds falling from John’s lips, he wasn’t alone in that regard. Somehow—somehow—Nik still come off as nearly unaffected, and the only signs indicating anything otherwise were the slight crease between his brows, and the quiet grunts he made every few thrusts. It was impressive, considering how long he’d waited to get to this point.

John made a desperate noise, his fingers digging into the muscles in Phillip’s flanks. “Nikolai…” he ground out.

“I know, my dear,” Nik answered, only now starting to get breathless. “I know, I can feel you. Fuck, you get so tight,” he breathed, screwing his eyes shut for a second or two. His fingertips sunk into his hips and ass as he pulled him back into each of his thrusts. “Go on, my love.” Four more words followed in Russian—presumably endearments based on tone and repetition.

It was a struggle to listen to the exchange to make any more inferences, since Phillip’s mind was starting to fade into blissful static. A consuming heat was racing over his skin and wrapping itself around his middle as he pulled himself towards a second climax. He took it as slow as he could bear, not sure he wanted to come all over John’s neck and shoulders—or, rather, not sure if John would appreciate that.

John lasted a moment longer before he grunted, and Phillip was suddenly transfixed watching the muscles up and down his back contract as he came. Nik hissed a curse, his rhythm stumbling slightly for the first time. He recovered quickly, groaning quietly in satisfaction as he watched his partner fall apart under him.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his attention entirely on John now. “So handsome, so strong—fuck—” Nik’s eyes slipped closed for a second when he cut himself off. John was starting to squirm and whine from the onslaught of sensation, and Phillip was seriously struggling to hold himself back from coming just listening to him. “Ah, ah, I know, I know,” Nik soothed, before falling back into Russian Phillip couldn’t recognize.

Whatever he said, it made John groan in frustration, and Phillip had to tilt his head up to stare at the ceiling just to keep himself together. He felt John’s shoulders shift, felt the mattress dip slightly on one side, but his mind was too hazy with pleasure to really compute those things. It wasn’t until he felt John’s hand take hold of his wrist, halting his hand’s arduously slow movements along the length of his dick, that he looked back down.

He almost wished he hadn’t. Almost. It was up for debate. His eyes found John’s hand on his wrist just in time to watch his lips wrap around the head of his dick and swallow it half-way down in one smooth motion.

Phillip forgot how to breathe. Despite this, he still managed a strained “John—” before John pulled back, sucking on him just perfectly, and hurling him over the edge for the second time that night. His eyes rolled back and his head hit the headboard behind him as a low moan fell from his lips. Damn John and his stupidly talented mouth.

It was less intense the second time around, even if he still got the distinct impression that his soul had just been sucked out of his body through his dick. His brain didn’t go entirely offline, which meant he was plenty aware enough to recognize Russian cursing filling the air and that Nik had stopped moving. John let out a pleased hum, and Phillip’s legs jolted when the vibrations went right down already sensitive member. His hand dug into John’s shoulder.

“John—Jesus Christ, you’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that,” he hissed. Then he squeezed his eyes closed when he felt John’s tongue carefully lapping over the head as he drew back. “What the hell was that?”

Thankfully, John’s mouth was off his dick when he chuckled quietly and pushed himself up from between his legs.

“It was fucking cheating,” Nik said fiercely, looking slightly disheveled in a way Phillip couldn’t quite place. Something in his eyes, maybe.

Slowly, Phillip’s brain pieced together the last couple moments, and he smiled, half in disbelief. “Did John get you to come just by sucking my dick?”

“Yep,” John said with an immensely pleased smile.

“Of course he did!” Nik said at almost the same time, and Phillip wished he could tell if his cheeks were flushed from exertion or something else. He went on, his tone betraying more of just how out of sorts he was. “I am surprised at—how could you—” He trailed off momentarily as he concentrated on pulling out, but as soon as his cock had slipped free, he picked right back up. “I feel used.”

John scoffed as he used one hand to fold over the towel underneath him. Phillip supposed it was somewhat impressive that Nik had managed to so accurately predict exactly how much of a mess John would make. “Oh, you feel—love, remind me what’s dripping out of my arse before we decide who’s been used, yeah?”

Nik grumbled in mostly Russian for a second or two, bending down to pick up the towel. “You know what I mean, you impossible bastard.”

John looked up at Phillip while Nik wiped him down. He’s embarrassed, he mouthed, then winked.

Phillip shook his head at their dramatics and sat forward, putting his clean hand on John’s chin so he could press a kiss to his cheek. When he tried to turn his head to meet his mouth, Phillip tightened his grip on his chin. “Absolutely not, I saw where that mouth has been.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied, sitting back when Nik had finished and moved away. “Nik brought your bag in here, by the way. It’s by the door, if you like.”

He would like, actually. It was only a matter of time before he started getting cold again, and he would prefer to have his pajamas on before that point. He scooched to the edge of the bed and slid off onto the carpet. Nik had grabbed the other towel off the bed and disposed of it as well as the other in a laundry hamper between the two dressers opposite the bed. Walking to his duffle bag by the door, Phillip watched out of the corner of his eye, seeing John shift to sit on the edge of the bed to stretch his legs, seeing Nik step up to him. He bent down to slot their mouths together, then abruptly pulled back, one hand still gripping John’s chin.

John grinned with his mouth still open slightly. Phillip shook his head and set about digging his pajamas and toiletries out of his bag to ignore the blush creeping up his ears. He knew exactly what John’s mouth tasted of: him. Glancing over when he stood up, his ears and face only grew hotter when he could see just how much Nik was enjoying it. And possibly because he was getting an eyeful of Nik’s ass.

He used the bathroom and got dressed quickly, recognizing he didn’t have the energy to even think about taking a shower tonight. He decidedly avoided confronting his hair, because he knew it was a mess, but it was a mess for tomorrow. So, he just brushed his teeth and left it at that. When he came back out to put his toiletries away and collect his scattered clothing, he found John wrapped up in Nik’s arms where they sat at the head of the bed, both thankfully with more clothing on than when he’d left them, even if it was only boxers in this case. John looked like he’d lost a battle against falling asleep, but he roused quickly when Nik kissed his head and pushed him upright gently.

It was painfully domestic, seeing them both so completely relaxed and out of uniform. A small part of Phillip still was bewildered that he’d been allowed to see them like this at all, never mind the sex. Most of the rest of him had gone soft and mushy upon seeing them like that, which was definitely something he should think about later. But he was also too tired to be anything other than mildly baffled at this point. He picked his shirt up off the floor near one of the dressers. When he stood up, he made a quiet noise of surprise when John had appeared without his tired brain noticing and kissed his forehead as he passed on his way to the bathroom. His leaned into it with a smile before continuing to gather his clothes. He just tossed them on top of his bag, too tired to do anything else.

Turning back to the bed, Nik smiled and beckoned with open arms until Phillip crawled up into his arms where John had been a moment ago. A dark blue duvet had appeared on the bed over the sheets while he’d been gone, but he didn’t need to crawl under it yet. Both Nik and John were always so warm, and Phillip tried not to think about how much he enjoyed that as he curled up against Nik’s chest. He wasn’t sure he was ready for the discussion that thought process would prompt.

“Are you okay?” Nik asked softly.

“Mmhm.” He heard the shower start running in the bathroom.

“Are you okay sleeping here with us, or do you want to be by yourself?”

It was a fair question, even if he hadn’t been expecting it. He’d sort of assumed he would sleep here. But, now that he thought about it, that was only because it was what he had done in every other relationship he’d had. It had just seemed like the only option. “Hm,” he said, opening his eyes (he hadn’t meant to close them). “I guess I’ll try it with you. Haven’t… shared with anyone in seventeen-odd years, so I might be a terrible bedmate, but sure.”

Nik kissed the back of his head where he could reach. “If you don’t like it, just wake one of us up. We have a very comfortable fold-out couch in the sitting room and lots of blankets.”

Again, he felt a rush of some warm and fuzzy emotion that, again, he wasn’t going to figure out now. He liked being given options. He liked that Nik knew he would want lots of blankets, even if it might have been obvious, since his PJs of choice were long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. “Any quirks I should know about?” he asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from the feelings he didn’t know how to talk about yet. “Should I know if one of you might try pushing me out of bed in the middle of the night?”

Nik laughed quietly, and Phillip reveled in the vibrations it sent through him. “Nothing like that, Лучик,” he smiled. “The opposite, probably. John is like a bear trap: he will not let you leave. We had to get a bigger bed because I can’t enjoy being held like that in my sleep.”

Phillip’s brow furrowed at the phrasing. “Can’t?”

“I wake up screaming.”

“Oh.” Speaking of which— “Thank you for reminding me to take my meds,” he said, extracting himself reluctantly from Nik’s arms.

Nik chuckled and took it in stride. Such was the way of a career in any military: if you didn’t end up medicated, you probably should be. “Happy to help.”

By the time he’d finished that, John was out of the bathroom with damp hair and smelling like shampoo and mouthwash, though dressed identically to when he’d gone in. Nik got up to take his turn through the bathroom, kissing John’s shoulder as he went by.

“You could have used it while I was in the shower,” John pointed out.

Nik turned to him, half-way into the bathroom already. “But then Phillip would have been all alone,” he said, gesturing to him. “I am not heartless.”

John rolled his eyes as he disappeared into the bathroom. “Dramatics.” Looking back at Phillip, he asked, “Am I allowed to kiss you again, beautiful?”

Phillip lifted his chin and took a step towards him. “Now you are, sure.”

John closed the distance between them and set his knuckles under his chin. His mouth tasted like spearmint and felt perfectly warm against his own. He’d gotten used to John’s beard and mustache remarkably quickly, and now he barely noticed it unless he had to. It was just another thing that made John… John; it was like the height difference with Nik, in that regard.

John pulled back, but held him still so he could press his lips to his brow before stepping away. “You’re staying with us here?” he asked, climbing into the center of the bed and starting to rearrange the pillows from where they’d been smushed earlier.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Phillip answered honestly. “Nik already told me he’s not the cuddly type.”

“He wishes he was,” John said. He flipped the comforter back and stuck his legs under it, then patted the sheets next to him for Phillip to join him. “I’ll do my best not to suffocate you.”

“I suppose that’s all I can ask,” he replied, sliding in beside him and finally accepting that he was absolutely fucking exhausted. “I don’t think I’ll mind sleeping with a human space heater, though,” he added.

John smirked as he laid down. “Don’t get cross with me at three hundred hours if I sweat you out of bed.”

He could count the number of times that had ever happened on one hand. He lay down himself, tugging the covers up to his neck and partially curling up on his side facing John. He stuck a foot out and pressed his toes into the side of John’s leg.

He jerked his leg away. “Bleedin’ ‘ell!” he hissed, his blue eyes going wide with shock.

“I don’t think you’re gonna overheat me, John.”

“You’re a fucking ice cube, Phillip!”

Nik emerged from the bathroom then, and he smiled softly upon seeing them both already in bed. “You should warm him up, then, dear,” he said, going to a light switch at the base of the lamp currently casting the room in a warm glow.

“I’d get frostbite,” John protested.

Nik sighed with great emotion, looking up to the ceiling. “So dramatic.”

Phillip laughed so suddenly, he almost surprised himself, and clamped his mouth shut around the next fit of mirth. John must have picked up what had gone through his head, because he reached over and ruffled his hair none too gently until he batted his hand away.

“I’m turning off the light,” Nik said in a voice that gently implied they should cut it out. The room plunged into soft indigo darkness, with only a dim grey light seeping through around the corners of the curtains over the large window. “Good night, Лучик.”

Phillip couldn’t help but smile. “’Night, Nikolai.”

He watched Nik’s silhouette as he walked to the far side of the bed, then felt the mattress shift slightly as he climbed in and adjusted the covers and pillows to his liking. He heard a quiet phrase in Russian, spoken with great care and even reverence, then saw the shadows of the two beside him shift slightly and heard a soft kiss in the dead silence.

The response from John was almost too quiet to make out the words. “Love you too, Nik.”

With that phrase resting in the air, Phillip let his eyes close and took a slow breath, feeling the beginnings of sleep start to tug at his mind. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt… satisfied? The feeling went beyond accomplishment, and it was deeper than just contentment. It was weighted, grounding, even. There was something in it reminiscent of that first hug from Nik, that first moment where he allowed himself to realize that what he’d been feeling went beyond the parameters for friendship. Maybe…

His eyes flicked open again, resting on the silhouettes of the men next to him, watching and listening to the even rise and fall of their breathing. That was it.

He felt like he sort of… belonged here.

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If someone hasn't asked yet Pricegravesnik for that ship thing :D

Ooohhh a challenge! Let's see where this goes lol

They're all married for this btw

If anyone wants to submit another ship, please do so! If you actually have other ideas for the questions "Like who takes the hottest showers?" then I'd love to hear them!

Who was the one to propose? Actually I want to say Price when he proposed to Nik. I want to say neither were willing to commit to marrying each other for a couple years until something happened and Price realized it's never a guarantee to keep the good things in life, so might as well keep them close while you can. Nik's the one that started the flirting with Graves and wanted to propose to him, but Graves beat him to it. (my tired brain made me read that as Graves proposed to himself, which honestly? He would. He'd do it just to mess with them and go "Sorry, I'm already engaged")

Who stressed more over wedding planning? I genuinely see Nik as the one that was flipping out the whole time. Graves was surprisingly the least stressed (he was recruiting his Shadows for help shhhhh) and Price was experiencing about the normal level of stress you'd expect for a wedding.

Who decorated the house? Graves. In truth, it was a mostly group effort; Price's favorite recliner is there, Nik's very nice, suspiciously acquired liquor cabinet, a few things they've both received from Laswell, Farah, Alex, and the 141 boys. But Graves is the true decorator. Granted, most of this stuff is gifts from the Shadows when they heard he was getting married.

Who does the cooking? I, again, want to say Graves's Southern ass does, but like... I feel like Price knows his way around a kitchen, ya know? Nik is banished from kitchens.

Who is more organized? None of them are necessarily organized per say. Graves is the best at keeping the appearance of being organized but in reality it's Price. Graves's planners are always neat, his desk is always neat, but that doesn't mean shit. Price's office always looks like Nik landed a copter too close but he knows exactly where everything is and he's the most on top of schedules/appointments/important dates.

Who suggested kids first? Nik. Like as a serious suggestion. He's seen the way both his husbands are, and he just knows they'd be wonderful dads. Desperately wants to be a girl dad.

Who's the cuddler? Nik is the cuddliest, but Graves is a close second. Price just wants some fucking peace and quiet.

Who is big spoon/little spoon? Graves always ends up the little spoon of at least one of them. As much as he tries his best to be a big spoon and big spoon only, he always ends up in the middle of them with one wrapped around behind him. Nik is always a big spoon though, and somehow Price ends up being the little spoon. (Graves is not complaining, he's got two bears for husbands so you know ending up in the middle of that is hella nice. And he should be thankful) *I am extremely jealous of Graves now but I have no one to blame but myself and maybe @midnight193 for submitting this ship*

What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Probably something quiet, but at the same time they're all so chaotic it'd never stay quiet long, so I almost want to say something like *mind blanks* Um.... Honestly? Bowling. Don't ask me why, it just popped in there and now I can't get that mental image out of my head. That or axe-throwing cause they're each such show-offs. Graves gets a +2 strength bonus when the Shadows are around

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik. Is there really any other answer? It's not often, it's still a rarity, but still. That! Or it's Graves after a party with his Shadows. He's always absolutely blasted after social engagements involving alcohol with his Shadows

Who kills the spiders? Price. None of them are afraid, but Graves did have one really bad allergic reaction once and ever since then Price is the one to kill the spiders. Nik tried using fire once. It did not work. He is no longer allowed to kill spiders, even though he promises to never do it again

Who falls asleep first? Hot take? Graves. He's going 100 all day and just crashes once it's bedtime. Sometimes, if Nik and Price are coming home late, they walk in to see Graves just sprawled out on the bed, having not even bothered taking his jeans off and he is out cold. (of course they always gently get him into bed proper and that's how he ends up in the middle)

A head-canon? Nik is a human furnace, which is partly why he has to be one of the ends when they cuddle/sleep. There have been times where he's ended up in the middle and Price is just on the floor cause HOT. Graves, a true Texan (he's Texan right? *I am having an existential crisis over this for some reason??*) is used to the heat, and is secretly sometimes reminded of home with it, so he's okay with being swarmed by human heater Nik. Price, a fucking Brit, can't stand it when he's too warm for comfort. He'd rather kill his back sleeping on the floor or their really shitty couch than be trapped with that. A second one because why not? Price always ends up being the "victim" of sexual jokes/blatant nasty flirting from Graves and Nik. He can be chilling, minding his business, and suddenly one of them says something really dirty to the other and Price, the poor thing, it's not his fault he gets so easily flustered!

Do they have any rituals? Graves has so many rituals when it's Shadow Olympics week. There's too many to count but they're all vital for his team winning, and even some of them to ensure none of his Shadows are harmed/all have fun. Nik constantly teases him for being a dad, which ends up in Graves calling himself Daddy and making Price snort his tea. Price has incredible oral hygiene, and the other two have pretty normal routines for that sort of thing. Nik's only "ritual" is the series of stretches he does before flying. It took a while for Graves to be able to witness it, so Price once recorded it and sent it to him.

Who has the most patience? Nik, a thousand times over. Price has to deal with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz on a constant basis. And those boys are so needy they can't just leave him alone during leave, either! Graves can be pretty patient, but after a long day of dealing with hyperactive Shadows and a giant techie with chronic anxiety, he gets a little snippy. Nik on the other hand? Totally chilled out like 90% of the time. He's had a couple of bad days where he'll scowl at someone annoying him and the very rare occasions that he does lose his cool. Ghost has witnessed this once, and the rant Nik was on wasn't even directed at him, but he's still traumatized by it (@cod-dump has an incorrect quotes that definitely inspired this. In fact! Mike is the fucking reason I'm obsessed with Graves now! So *angrily stomps but it's more like a cute puppy* damn you! This is your fault!)

Gif that sums up their relationship?

I dunno I tried. I searched too long and this is all I could come up with

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