Fiction: The Best Boyfriend Ever
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kethniName: The Best Boyfriend Ever
Pairing Threesome: Matt/Adam/Mohinder
Rating: 18
Warnings: Sex! Spankings! Very uncomfortable sexual positions!
Note: For leadaisy on her birthday. Happy Birthday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leadaisy !
Word count: 2014
I read a birthday card the other day, ‘you know you’re old when the candles cost more than the cake’. Well, if I were to celebrate my birthday the candles would cost more than the rest of the meal.
Happily, however, this isn’t about me. Well, of course it’s about me because I’m the one relating the story and I am, naturally, exceptionally interesting, the primary focus though is on my boyfriend, Matt.
How do we feel about boyfriend? Better or worse than partner? I always find ‘partner’ so anodyne, so meek and watered down and sexless. Lover, now lover is more to the point but terribly... cheesy, don’t you think? ‘This is my lover’ makes me sound as though I’ve stepped out of a seventies porno, and those were bad enough the first time around. Believe me reader when I tell you that nature did not design me to wear a handlebar moustache. Shag monkey makes Matt splutter and Mohinder turn quite a fetching shade of purple, but it’s not something I ought to use in mixed company, don’t you think?
Ah, Mohinder; my fellow countryman and explorer of the strange and wonderful people who call themselves ‘Americans’, although of course ‘America’ is a dubious and much misused term. The Americas include Brazil, Canada, Cuba – and my didn’t that course bother a little while ago- Mexico, Jamaica and at least a dozen other countries. However for the purposes of not getting into continual and sustained arguments I will concede the common, inaccurate, usage of ‘America’ as synonymous with the United States thereof.
Have you noticed how often the names of countries tell you fibs? Any country called ‘People’s Republic of’ is guaranteed not to allow any chance of governance by the people, any called ‘Democratic’ this or that, never are, ‘Great Britain’ is a relatively tiny place, though of course holding a warm place in my heart, Greenland is covered in ice, and Iceland has volcanoes. Although it also has glaciers so I suppose we can allow Iceland, don’t you think?
In any event, Mohinder likes me a good deal less than the reverse. An unusual situation certainly but one created by a very simple and all too common maths problem. 1+1+1=3. Matt and I are together, Mohinder is in the cold. I’m not sure at what point Mohinder fell for Matt but fallen he has, and who can blame him? Certainly, I of all people understand the impulse. That Matt rather likes Mohinder I can also understand, Mohinder is terribly pretty and, when he’s in the mood, extremely personable. No, what rather irritates me is the sulking. Not Matt, although he’s perfectly capable of a good pout when the mood takes him, but Mohinder. I’m not responsible for he and Matt not being at it like rabbits. For the record, they were sharing a flat, an apartment, and mutually caring for the child a number of months before I came on the scene. If Mohinder never grasped the nettle, or Matt’s cock for it amounts to the same thing, then it’s no fault of mine.
Not that I would be entirely against a little neighbourly sharing either. A ménage a trois can be an entirely amenable arrangement, particularly in the original French meaning where the three members shared domestic arrangements as well as sexual favours. Nothing is quite so conducive to domestic felicity as not having to take out the garbage yourself anymore. I have floated the subject, lightly, with Matt but he laughs it off and so I merely amuse myself by teasing him with it.
I wouldn’t tease Mohinder with it as, alas, he’s rather beyond finding the situation amusing. Poor lamb pining away I have sympathy for. Blaming me entirely I have no sympathy for.
My, my, haven’t I drifted from the point? My effusive apologies, I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. Returning to our story in progress; it’s Matt’s birthday and, unlike myself, he enjoys his birthdays. Or more specifically, he enjoys being the centre of attention. I’m afraid Matt is one of those men, one of those people, who creep through life torn between terror of being noticed and punished, and longing for attention and praise. Since a birthday promises none of the former, and lashings of the latter, he adores them. Unfortunately, or fortunately for my evil purposes, Molly is on a school trip. Matt was rather reluctant to let her go but only for the merest moment. We all have our selfish impulses, but he manages his very well. Certainly better than I do. Mohinder has been working late all week; if I were suspicious, I’d imagine he was avoiding me, so he won’t be around. Happily, Molly the Moppet was persuaded to lend me her key, although she was a surprisingly hard sell, and so I will not be reduced to breaking down the door.
I find burglary rarely sets the right sort of tone for these kinds of affairs. Besides, it is rather straining common sense I don’t have a key already, given that I sleep here five nights out of seven. However, Matt doesn’t want to antagonise Mohinder any further, he knows Mohinder dislikes me but professes no inkling as to why that might be.
At breakfast, under Mohinder’s surly gaze, I let poor Matt think that I have forgotten all about his birthday and that I might be around tonight only if the mood takes me. It is rather cruel, I admit, and I think if he got upset I would crumble and confess all. But he’s brave and doesn’t point out that this means he will be alone on his birthday or even challenge me.
Happily, Matt won’t be home until fairly late. The apartment is packed with books, globes, toys and other paraphernalia, but in its natural state is entirely devoid of any of the accessories of a successful night of seduction. It takes me a ridiculous amount of time to carry up everything and even longer to set the scene.
The living room is lit by candles, a little soft music playing, a good wine, some strawberries, some chocolate sauce, silk scarves, and yours truly, naked and reclining on some pillows.
‘Oh!’ he says, dropping his case on the floor with a clatter, beautiful mouth a perfect circle. ‘I thought...’
‘Surprise, happy birthday.’
The poor lamb, doesn’t know what to do with himself. I get him undressed and lying down on the pillows.
‘I thought you forgot,’ he says blushing as we kiss.
‘You were supposed to, darling,’ I say, blindfolding him with a silk scarf. ‘I’m very mean.’
He giggles at that. You might assume a big man would roar or guffaw but Matt giggles, a little giggle, quiet and childlike. It makes me want to pin him down and tickle him until he begs for mercy.
I ply him with wine and strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce, the blindfold still on. Then move to massage his chest and shoulders. If it were ever possible to forget the strength of him then this would bring it back. Muscles and sinews are knotted and corded. Poor lamb is so stressed, but fortunately, I know how to ease that.
Then the door opens a crack. Not Miss Molly, I have her key. Mohinder then? This is the time to sieve the wheat from the chaff, Adam. Oh, look he’s brought a cake. It’s nearly as big as his eyes. I do wish attractive men would stop standing in the doorway with their mouths hanging open; it’s such a temptation. I move my hands down to Matt’s crotch and he moans, squirming on the pillows. Naughty, naughty Mohinder shuts the door but doesn’t otherwise move, still standing and staring.
Time for me to be the best boyfriend ever.
I gesture at Mohinder to come over but he just gawps at me. Honestly, some people.
Come here and kiss him! I mouth at him.
Now that he understands. He puts down the cake, very carefully and creeps over. He kneels down and kisses Matt on the cheek. Oh for goodness sake Dudley Do Right!
Goodness. I didn’t realise Matt could move that fast. He grabbed Mohinder and planted one right on him. A kiss that it, a big sloppy kiss, and... just realised I don’t kiss like that and I don’t have a riot of curls.
‘Mohinder?’ he asks, taking off his blindfold.
‘I thought Adam had forgotten,’ Mohinder stammers, going all shades of pink and gesturing at the cake on the counter. ‘Happy birthday.’
Matt looks at me. ‘I didn’t realise...’
‘Oh it’s alright! It’s your birthday, you deserve a treat,’ I say. ‘I’m sure we can all share, hmm?’
‘Best boyfriend ever,’ he says fervently as Mohinder practically tears his own clothes off and jumps on Matt.
Except that bloody Mohinder doesn’t want to share does he? Every time I get some action he gets in the way, deliberately. Trust me, I’ve been in enough orgies to know when someone is purposefully being a greedy piggy.
I slap his arse and he glares at me.
‘Hey!’
‘I’m still bloody here you know!’ I retort, shoving him.
He shoves me back and I fall over.
‘Bloody hit me!’ he growls, slapping at my legs.
‘Whoa!’ Matt roars, dragging Mohinder off me and over his lap, trapping Mohinder between his legs. ‘Only one person around here doles out spankings.’
‘Matt!’ Mohinder squeals as Matt slaps his arse. ‘You’re both naughty boys!’ he growls, looking at me with a wonderful twinkle in his eye. ‘And you need to be punished!’
Mohinder squeals and writhes on his lap, not enough to actually shift himself of course, just enough to make Matt spank him some more. His hand coming down until Mohinder is breathless and his arse is glowing pink.
‘Are you sorry?’ Matt asks, tipping up Mohinder’s chin.
‘Mmm, yes Matt,’ he moans. God he sounds all kinds of good with his voice broken.
Matt lets him up and looks up at me. ‘You, you naughty boy, come with me.’ He looks at Mohinder. ‘You get something long to tie him up with.’
Tie me up? Whoo hoo!
In the bedroom, Matt pushes me down onto the bed, on my stomach, and ties my wrists to the headboard. When Mohinder appears with woollen scarves he lifts my legs up, parts them really, really wide and ties them to the footboard. Ooh, I feel funny. My arse is stuck right in the air and I can’t move at all.
‘You have been a very bad boy,’ Matt says, looking down at me. ‘And I expect better of you.’ He brings his hand down with a crack on my arse. He keeps talking as he slaps. ‘Mohinder, back of the legs, please.’
Mohinder joins in, standing on the other side of the bed, both of them slapping me, both of them watching me moan and cry, and try to wriggle.
‘Are you sorry, Adam?’ Matt asks, hand raised. ‘Are you very sorry for being so naughty?’
‘Very sorry Matt,’ I promise. ‘Very sorry, I’ll be good!’
He unties my ankles and gently lowers them down onto the bed. Then then unties my wrists and flips me over.
‘Aww, naughty boy has a hard on,’ he says shaking his head. He looks across at Mohinder and smiles at his erection. ‘What am I going to do with you both?’ He ties my wrists back to the headboard. ‘Let’s see how well you can play together nicely.’
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. He kneels on the bed to enter me slowly. His face flickers as Mohinder enters him from behind. I can see Mohinder’s hand is tugging his hair for purchase. It takes a moment... a moment to align so that Matt and Mohinder are thrusting in time. Mohinder into Matt and Matt into me. He wraps a huge hand around my cock. I can see both their faces, both Mohinder and Matt. Smell their skin, feel everything getting hotter, and tighter and...
I am the best boyfriend ever.
Happy Birthday!
The End
Rating: 18
Warnings: Sex! Spankings! Very uncomfortable sexual positions!
Note: For leadaisy on her birthday. Happy Birthday
leadaisy ! Word count: 2014
I read a birthday card the other day, ‘you know you’re old when the candles cost more than the cake’. Well, if I were to celebrate my birthday the candles would cost more than the rest of the meal.
Happily, however, this isn’t about me. Well, of course it’s about me because I’m the one relating the story and I am, naturally, exceptionally interesting, the primary focus though is on my boyfriend, Matt.
How do we feel about boyfriend? Better or worse than partner? I always find ‘partner’ so anodyne, so meek and watered down and sexless. Lover, now lover is more to the point but terribly... cheesy, don’t you think? ‘This is my lover’ makes me sound as though I’ve stepped out of a seventies porno, and those were bad enough the first time around. Believe me reader when I tell you that nature did not design me to wear a handlebar moustache. Shag monkey makes Matt splutter and Mohinder turn quite a fetching shade of purple, but it’s not something I ought to use in mixed company, don’t you think?
Ah, Mohinder; my fellow countryman and explorer of the strange and wonderful people who call themselves ‘Americans’, although of course ‘America’ is a dubious and much misused term. The Americas include Brazil, Canada, Cuba – and my didn’t that course bother a little while ago- Mexico, Jamaica and at least a dozen other countries. However for the purposes of not getting into continual and sustained arguments I will concede the common, inaccurate, usage of ‘America’ as synonymous with the United States thereof.
Have you noticed how often the names of countries tell you fibs? Any country called ‘People’s Republic of’ is guaranteed not to allow any chance of governance by the people, any called ‘Democratic’ this or that, never are, ‘Great Britain’ is a relatively tiny place, though of course holding a warm place in my heart, Greenland is covered in ice, and Iceland has volcanoes. Although it also has glaciers so I suppose we can allow Iceland, don’t you think?
In any event, Mohinder likes me a good deal less than the reverse. An unusual situation certainly but one created by a very simple and all too common maths problem. 1+1+1=3. Matt and I are together, Mohinder is in the cold. I’m not sure at what point Mohinder fell for Matt but fallen he has, and who can blame him? Certainly, I of all people understand the impulse. That Matt rather likes Mohinder I can also understand, Mohinder is terribly pretty and, when he’s in the mood, extremely personable. No, what rather irritates me is the sulking. Not Matt, although he’s perfectly capable of a good pout when the mood takes him, but Mohinder. I’m not responsible for he and Matt not being at it like rabbits. For the record, they were sharing a flat, an apartment, and mutually caring for the child a number of months before I came on the scene. If Mohinder never grasped the nettle, or Matt’s cock for it amounts to the same thing, then it’s no fault of mine.
Not that I would be entirely against a little neighbourly sharing either. A ménage a trois can be an entirely amenable arrangement, particularly in the original French meaning where the three members shared domestic arrangements as well as sexual favours. Nothing is quite so conducive to domestic felicity as not having to take out the garbage yourself anymore. I have floated the subject, lightly, with Matt but he laughs it off and so I merely amuse myself by teasing him with it.
I wouldn’t tease Mohinder with it as, alas, he’s rather beyond finding the situation amusing. Poor lamb pining away I have sympathy for. Blaming me entirely I have no sympathy for.
My, my, haven’t I drifted from the point? My effusive apologies, I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. Returning to our story in progress; it’s Matt’s birthday and, unlike myself, he enjoys his birthdays. Or more specifically, he enjoys being the centre of attention. I’m afraid Matt is one of those men, one of those people, who creep through life torn between terror of being noticed and punished, and longing for attention and praise. Since a birthday promises none of the former, and lashings of the latter, he adores them. Unfortunately, or fortunately for my evil purposes, Molly is on a school trip. Matt was rather reluctant to let her go but only for the merest moment. We all have our selfish impulses, but he manages his very well. Certainly better than I do. Mohinder has been working late all week; if I were suspicious, I’d imagine he was avoiding me, so he won’t be around. Happily, Molly the Moppet was persuaded to lend me her key, although she was a surprisingly hard sell, and so I will not be reduced to breaking down the door.
I find burglary rarely sets the right sort of tone for these kinds of affairs. Besides, it is rather straining common sense I don’t have a key already, given that I sleep here five nights out of seven. However, Matt doesn’t want to antagonise Mohinder any further, he knows Mohinder dislikes me but professes no inkling as to why that might be.
At breakfast, under Mohinder’s surly gaze, I let poor Matt think that I have forgotten all about his birthday and that I might be around tonight only if the mood takes me. It is rather cruel, I admit, and I think if he got upset I would crumble and confess all. But he’s brave and doesn’t point out that this means he will be alone on his birthday or even challenge me.
Happily, Matt won’t be home until fairly late. The apartment is packed with books, globes, toys and other paraphernalia, but in its natural state is entirely devoid of any of the accessories of a successful night of seduction. It takes me a ridiculous amount of time to carry up everything and even longer to set the scene.
The living room is lit by candles, a little soft music playing, a good wine, some strawberries, some chocolate sauce, silk scarves, and yours truly, naked and reclining on some pillows.
‘Oh!’ he says, dropping his case on the floor with a clatter, beautiful mouth a perfect circle. ‘I thought...’
‘Surprise, happy birthday.’
The poor lamb, doesn’t know what to do with himself. I get him undressed and lying down on the pillows.
‘I thought you forgot,’ he says blushing as we kiss.
‘You were supposed to, darling,’ I say, blindfolding him with a silk scarf. ‘I’m very mean.’
He giggles at that. You might assume a big man would roar or guffaw but Matt giggles, a little giggle, quiet and childlike. It makes me want to pin him down and tickle him until he begs for mercy.
I ply him with wine and strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce, the blindfold still on. Then move to massage his chest and shoulders. If it were ever possible to forget the strength of him then this would bring it back. Muscles and sinews are knotted and corded. Poor lamb is so stressed, but fortunately, I know how to ease that.
Then the door opens a crack. Not Miss Molly, I have her key. Mohinder then? This is the time to sieve the wheat from the chaff, Adam. Oh, look he’s brought a cake. It’s nearly as big as his eyes. I do wish attractive men would stop standing in the doorway with their mouths hanging open; it’s such a temptation. I move my hands down to Matt’s crotch and he moans, squirming on the pillows. Naughty, naughty Mohinder shuts the door but doesn’t otherwise move, still standing and staring.
Time for me to be the best boyfriend ever.
I gesture at Mohinder to come over but he just gawps at me. Honestly, some people.
Come here and kiss him! I mouth at him.
Now that he understands. He puts down the cake, very carefully and creeps over. He kneels down and kisses Matt on the cheek. Oh for goodness sake Dudley Do Right!
Goodness. I didn’t realise Matt could move that fast. He grabbed Mohinder and planted one right on him. A kiss that it, a big sloppy kiss, and... just realised I don’t kiss like that and I don’t have a riot of curls.
‘Mohinder?’ he asks, taking off his blindfold.
‘I thought Adam had forgotten,’ Mohinder stammers, going all shades of pink and gesturing at the cake on the counter. ‘Happy birthday.’
Matt looks at me. ‘I didn’t realise...’
‘Oh it’s alright! It’s your birthday, you deserve a treat,’ I say. ‘I’m sure we can all share, hmm?’
‘Best boyfriend ever,’ he says fervently as Mohinder practically tears his own clothes off and jumps on Matt.
Except that bloody Mohinder doesn’t want to share does he? Every time I get some action he gets in the way, deliberately. Trust me, I’ve been in enough orgies to know when someone is purposefully being a greedy piggy.
I slap his arse and he glares at me.
‘Hey!’
‘I’m still bloody here you know!’ I retort, shoving him.
He shoves me back and I fall over.
‘Bloody hit me!’ he growls, slapping at my legs.
‘Whoa!’ Matt roars, dragging Mohinder off me and over his lap, trapping Mohinder between his legs. ‘Only one person around here doles out spankings.’
‘Matt!’ Mohinder squeals as Matt slaps his arse. ‘You’re both naughty boys!’ he growls, looking at me with a wonderful twinkle in his eye. ‘And you need to be punished!’
Mohinder squeals and writhes on his lap, not enough to actually shift himself of course, just enough to make Matt spank him some more. His hand coming down until Mohinder is breathless and his arse is glowing pink.
‘Are you sorry?’ Matt asks, tipping up Mohinder’s chin.
‘Mmm, yes Matt,’ he moans. God he sounds all kinds of good with his voice broken.
Matt lets him up and looks up at me. ‘You, you naughty boy, come with me.’ He looks at Mohinder. ‘You get something long to tie him up with.’
Tie me up? Whoo hoo!
In the bedroom, Matt pushes me down onto the bed, on my stomach, and ties my wrists to the headboard. When Mohinder appears with woollen scarves he lifts my legs up, parts them really, really wide and ties them to the footboard. Ooh, I feel funny. My arse is stuck right in the air and I can’t move at all.
‘You have been a very bad boy,’ Matt says, looking down at me. ‘And I expect better of you.’ He brings his hand down with a crack on my arse. He keeps talking as he slaps. ‘Mohinder, back of the legs, please.’
Mohinder joins in, standing on the other side of the bed, both of them slapping me, both of them watching me moan and cry, and try to wriggle.
‘Are you sorry, Adam?’ Matt asks, hand raised. ‘Are you very sorry for being so naughty?’
‘Very sorry Matt,’ I promise. ‘Very sorry, I’ll be good!’
He unties my ankles and gently lowers them down onto the bed. Then then unties my wrists and flips me over.
‘Aww, naughty boy has a hard on,’ he says shaking his head. He looks across at Mohinder and smiles at his erection. ‘What am I going to do with you both?’ He ties my wrists back to the headboard. ‘Let’s see how well you can play together nicely.’
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. He kneels on the bed to enter me slowly. His face flickers as Mohinder enters him from behind. I can see Mohinder’s hand is tugging his hair for purchase. It takes a moment... a moment to align so that Matt and Mohinder are thrusting in time. Mohinder into Matt and Matt into me. He wraps a huge hand around my cock. I can see both their faces, both Mohinder and Matt. Smell their skin, feel everything getting hotter, and tighter and...
I am the best boyfriend ever.
Happy Birthday!
The End
