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Gathering Happiness	By : fearciuil Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Happy birthday,
sweetheart," Connie whispered.� She
and Mike were back on her couch; when she'd asked him what he wanted to do for
his birthday, he'd responded that he'd be happy with a quiet evening at home.
Either home.
So they'd ordered in (Mexican this
time) and she'd given him his gifts: a gift certificate to have his
fully-restored '65 Mustang convertible detailed (which had earned her a
passionate kiss; sometimes she wondered if she needed to be jealous of that
car), a Yankees jersey, a bomber jacket (for use with the car), a new iPod
Touch (his iPod had bitten the dust a week ago when he'd accidentally dumped
the contents of his briefcase on the floor).�
He was currently playing with the iPod, checking out its features.
Both of them looked up at the
sound of a knock on the door.� He gave
her a distressed look�he'd been so looking forward to a quiet evening.
"I've got it," she
said, poker-faced, and stood.� As she
reached the door, she glanced back at him; he was playing with the iPod again,
but she could tell that his heart wasn't in it.�
She swung the door open.�
"Jack."
Jack's eyes were mischievous,
but the rest of his face was completely serious.� Mike would never be able to tell that Jack
wasn't here on business�just as they'd planned.�
"Good," he said.�
"You're both here.� Can I
come in?"
She stepped aside and allowed
him to step over the threshold, removing his fedora as he did so.� He took a good look at the colorful paper
scattered across the floor and asked,
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No," Mike replied
resignedly.
"Really?� It looks like it's somebody's birthday."
"You're laying it on a
little thick," Connie hissed behind his back.
"It's mine," Mike
responded, standing.� "I'll get my
coat."
Jack allowed the smallest of
smiles to play across his lips.� "I
think that would be redundant."
Mike blinked and looked to
Connie in bewilderment.� Connie smiled in
return and gave Jack the smallest of shoves in Mike's direction.� Jack gave her a half-glance and stepped forward,
laying his free hand on Mike's arm.� He
began rubbing up and down, moving his hand an inch at the most.
"Jack?" Mike asked
uncertainly, looking from Jack to Connie and back again.
"Happy birthday,"
Connie said again, grinning, and Mike's bewilderment turned to astonishment.� Before he could say another word, Jack
wrapped his arms around him and kissed him, hard.
Mike went rigid in shock.
"This is for you,
Mike," Jack whispered in his ear.�
"It's your birthday.� We're
going to make your dreams come true."
"Oh, God," Mike
whispered back, in equal parts mortification and desire.� Unable to decide what to do, whether to pull
away or return the kiss, he settled for resting his head against Jack's chest.
"Gimme
your coat," Connie whispered, and Jack released Mike just long enough for
Connie to slide the black wool garment from him.� Then, he wrapped one arm tightly around
Mike's shoulders and began stroking the younger man's hair with the other.� When Mike began to relax, Jack leaned down
and started planting kisses, feather-light, on his forehead.� A moment later, Connie had rejoined them; she
began gently rubbing Mike's back.
He moaned.� It was very quiet; if they three of them
hadn't been pressed together, the other two might have missed it.� As it was, Jack left off his kisses just long
enough to exchange a significant look with Connie.
"I think we'll be more
comfortable somewhere else," she said softly, seductively, and took Mike's
hand.� Mike followed her, reluctantly
leaving his place leaning against Jack.
A moment later, they reached the
darkened bedroom, which Connie had prepared beforehand.� "Wait here," she said, leaving the
men at the door; Jack stepped up behind Mike and wrapped his arms around him
again.� Mike sighed and leaned back,
savoring the contact and smiling when he felt the evidence of the older man's
desire.
Across the room, a match
flared.� Connie smiled at her guys before
touching the flame to a candle on the dresser.�
A second candle followed the first, filling the room with a soft, flickering
light, and Jack began slowly sliding his hands across Mike's chest, aiming for
the buttons on his shirt.
And then the buttons were
undone, and Mike wasn't quite sure how, but Jack's hands were roaming across
his bare chest, almost petting him, and lingering over his nipples.� His breath caught in his throat and his head
went back, pressing into Jack's shoulder, and Jack's lips were on his
neck�kissing, sucking.
He moaned again, louder this
time.� The moan was smothered when Connie
rejoined them, kissing him.� One of her
hands�he was certain it was hers�dropped to the front of his pants, gently
caressing the erection that had appeared at some point.� He instinctively tried to move his hips and
found he couldn't; Jack, who was now running the tip of his tongue around the
rim of his earlobe, was holding him too tightly.
"Oh, God, Connie,"
Mike whispered when Connie broke the kiss.�
She smiled at him and deftly undid his belt, unbuttoning his trousers in
the same motion.
And then he was dressed only in
his boxers, unable to return any of the attention he was receiving and finding
himself even more turned on by that fact.
Connie stepped back then,
caressing his face and urging him to turn toward Jack.� He did so gladly, finding even the slight
rasp of Jack's suit on his skin as he turned in Jack's embrace unbelievably
erotic.� He closed his eyes and met
Jack's lips with his own, their mouths pressing together with a hunger he
wouldn't have thought possible even an hour earlier.� He snaked his arms under Jack's jacket.
Jack released him and let his
jacket slide to the floor, then brought his hands up and wove his fingers into
Mike's hair, working the kiss with all of his considerable expertise and skill.
Mike's cock twitched and he nearly
came when a now-naked Connie pressed against his back.� This time, she was the one caressing his
chest, tweaking his erect nipples.� He
pulled back slightly from Jack, his head spinning.
"Oh, God," he
whispered, barely coherent.� He wasn't
aware of Connie and Jack working together to maneuver him to the bed until Jack
gave him a push and he landed on the mattress.�
Connie climbed up next to him, sliding her hand under his waistband and
stroking him.
He thrust against her hand, just
once, and she removed her hand.� He
growled in frustration, but she was occupied with sliding his boxers down his
legs and off.
And then there was a mouth on
him, kissing and licking his manhood, but it wasn't Connie, because she had
stretched out beside him and was kissing his jawline.� Feeling a little hazy and more than a little
unreal, he struggled up onto his elbows and looked down.
Jack, having been the last of
the three to lose his clothing, paused in his ministrations to flash a Cheshire
cat grin at Mike.
And then it hit, his brain
shorting out and rockets going off, the very feel of the air on his skin making
the orgasm more intense, and he fell back onto the bed with a cry.
He felt the bed compress beside
him as Jack climbed up, and then he had Connie's body warming him on one side
and Jack's on the other.
Mike smiled.� If he hadn't just come, he was sure his cock
would have been painfully hard.� As it
was, he enjoyed the warmth and exhaustion of sexual satisfaction and turned on
his side, wrapping his arms around Connie and kissing her neck.
He gasped a little when Jack
snuggled against his back, the older man's erection pressing into his ass,
those large hands again wandering across his chest and playing with his
nipples.� He collapsed helplessly against
Jack and watched as Jack and Connie shared a kiss above him.
And his cock twitched back to
life, blood once again filling it and slowly causing it to rise.� He whimpered when Connie parted her legs and
pressed herself against him; he was sensitive there.
"Let him recover," he
heard Jack say, and Connie backed off.�
Mike took a ragged breath and buried his face in her shoulder.� He felt Jack reach around and include Connie
in their embrace and suddenly Mike was caught, his cock reacting even faster to
the pleasurable full-body pressure.� His
hips jerked involuntarily and he could feel Jack throbbing behind him.
Connie smiled and kissed him,
easing back until she could position him properly for entry.� He thrust into her, savoring the penetration
as he always did, but the closeness of Jack's body, the twitch and throb of his
cock, stimulated nerves that were normally left alone when he made love to
Connie.� He growled, sucking and nipping
at Connie's neck even as Jack did the same to him.
Jack settled his cock in the
cleft of Mike's ass and began to thrust against the younger man, careful to
maintain control; even without penetration, he knew he was controlling Mike's
thrusts into Connie as well.
Mike, for his part, was happy to
let Jack take the lead; he occupied himself with kissing as much of Connie's
skin as he could reach, and he was a little uncomprehending at first when she
turned his face away from her.
But then Jack was kissing him, and
it was a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, and Mike felt the burning, tingling
sensation all over his body that could only come with extreme, sensual
stimulation, and he twitched and throbbed inside of Connie, who was kissing the
side of his face, and he thrust harder, and harder, and he felt Connie contract
around him, and he felt Jack spurt against him, and everything went white.
When his awareness returned, he
was lying with his head on Connie's shoulder and Jack languidly tracing
nonsense shapes on his upper arm.�
Someone had pulled the covers over them, and Connie was stroking his
hair and face.
"My God," he said,
closing his eyes and enjoying the afterglow.�
Connie kissed his forehead.
"Did you like your
present?" she asked innocently.
"Did I�?� I'll have you know, that was the best present
I could have ever imagined.� Thank
you."� He snuggled into her and
reached back to touch Jack's thigh.�
"Both of you."
He missed the conspiratorial
smile that passed between Connie and Jack, but he felt Jack settle behind him
and rest his arm protectively across both of them.� Smiling, Mike surrendered to his exhaustion.
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