TW: Mild Cross Dressing, Sexual Content

Ross blinks, already feeling hot under the collar as he stares transfixed at the two men in his bedroom. Finger hovering over the light switch, lump of arousal in his throat, Ross opens and closes his mouth a few times.

Alex, standing at the edge of his bed wearing a snug red t-shirt, smirks widely at Ross' stunned expression; right hand in his pocket, left hand twirling the deep red leash in his fingers. At the other end of the leash, knelt on the bed with a matching collar fastened around his throat, Chris also appears to be fighting amusement at Ross' surprise. In comparison to Alex, Chris is practically naked; clad only in thigh-high red and white striped stockings, and a pair of too-tight short boxers.

"I- uh- why boxers?" Ross manages, making a valiant attempt to not stare at Chris' state of undress. Chris looks down at himself, causing the small bell attached to his collar to jangle softly, and Alex too looks at the underwear that doesn't quite match the stockings pulled up over Chris' legs.

"Well, I originally bought him a thong, right, only-" Alex looks back at Ross, sultry smile curling across his lips, "it wasn't quite up to the job, you know?" Immediately the image of Chris in a far too small, skimpy red thong flashes across Ross' mind and makes his mouth go dry.

"S-So why're... what's happening here?" Ross realises his hand is still resting over the light switch and brings it down to gesture to his two friends. Exchanging a grin between themselves, Chris shifts down the bed towards the pillows whilst Alex offers the leash to Ross - dropping his voice a semitone as Ross steps forward to take the soft material and passes right next to Alex as he does so.

"We're your presents, mate." Slipping a hand into the dip of Ross' back, pushing him towards the bed, Alex brushes the tip of his nose against Ross' temple as he leads him to sit where Chris had been but a minute previously. As soon as the mattress sinks a little under Ross' weight, Chris moves to straddle Ross' thighs - the legs of his shorts riding up even more.

Ross doesn't need to be told to move his hands to Chris' thighs, but Chris takes a gentle hold of his wrists and guides him anyways. The material of the stockings is silky smooth, and the heat of Chris' skin seeps easily through into Ross' palms. Hands leaving Ross' wrists to smooth up his chest and cup his jaw, Chris' lips are soft and warm as they press gently, tentatively against Ross'. It doesn't take long for those lips to part Ross', however, and as the kiss deepens and becomes more heated Chris starts to roll his hips down against Ross' thighs.

Thumbs stroking the skin just above Chris' stockings, smoothing up and down his thighs, Ross barely acknowledges Chris' fingers unbuttoning his shirt until the garment is being pushed from his shoulders. The bed sinks behind him, and then Alex's mouth is open and biting at his exposed neck from behind; stubble rough against Ross' skin. Still kissing Chris, Ross lets Alex pull his shirt off of his arms and gasps into Chris' mouth when he feels fingers over his nipples and teeth pulling at his earlobe. Breaking from Chris' mouth, Ross attempts to turn his head to look around at Alex.

Before he can, however, Chris turns Ross' attention back to him with one hand, and with the other guides Ross' hand - back on Chris' thigh after Alex removed his shirt - to rest over the semi-hard bulge in the front of Chris' most definitely too-tight underwear. Wetting his lips as he watches Chris' face contort with pleasure, watches Chris' bottom lip disappear between his teeth, Ross flexes his fingers to press teasingly against Chris' heat.

"Please," the word runs thick like honey over Chris' tongue, "please touch me more, Ross." It isn't often that Chris begs, usually being the one in control, and the thrill of hearing him like this makes a shock of arousal crackle wonderfully in Ross' groin and thighs. Curling his fingers easily around the outline of Chris' length through the short shorts, Ross still cannot take his eyes off of Chris' expressive facial features as he strokes him languidly with the material.

"Hnn, fuck," Chris breathes, hips lifting off of Ross' legs a little towards his hand and stomach jumping with staggered inhales as pleasure warms and grows inside of him. A soft moan from Ross makes Chris' smirk, his gaze following Alex's hands as one slides over the plane of Ross' chest to trace over his body hair, and the other seeks a lower destination as it gropes at the denim-clad bulge between Ross' legs.

The sound of the fly coming undone is loud in the otherwise quiet, and taking it as a cue Chris slips off of Ross' lap to instead kneel in front of him. Eyes dark as he gazes hotly up at Ross, Chris' hands meet little resistance as they push Ross' legs apart at the knees so that he can settle between them. Stroking his hands up and down Ross' thighs, Chris watches as Alex takes Ross' arms behind his back and smirks when he hears the familiar sift of material as Alex ties Ross' wrists in place.

Pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of Ross' cheekbone, Alex makes sure to brush his lips against Ross' ear as he traces a finger along the line of Ross' cock through his boxers; the zipper on his jeans undone just enough to allow an inch or two of exposure. Ross sucks in a sharp breath, Alex's surname on his lips, and when Alex glances down to meet Chris' eyes the two of them can't help but smirk.

"How're you liking your present so far, Ross?" Alex murmurs, curving a hand around Ross' side and brushing a careful thumb over a dark nipple. Winking at Chris over Ross' shoulder, Alex keeps Ross' distracted with light, teasing touches whilst Chris hooks his fingers into the waistband of Ross' jeans and underwear to pull them down. Biting his lip at the sight of Ross, hard and already beading with precome, Alex very gently strokes Ross' length with his index finger and thumb.

"Oh, oh fuck," Ross groans, head tilting back and throat constricting as he bucks towards Alex's barely-there touches. In the meantime, Chris merely sits and waits for the opportune moment before leaning forward and, steadying himself on Ross' thighs, takes the head of Ross' cock into his mouth. The reaction is electric; Ross' toes curling into the carpeted floor, the muscles in his lower stomach tensing as Chris deliberately digs his nails into Ross' thighs and circles the tip of Ross' arousal with his tongue.

Watching Ross moan through his teeth, feeling Ross' fingers open and curl so close to his own painfully hard, boxer-clad length, Alex swallows hard and puts an edge to his voice as he speaks again.

"That's not an answer, Ross. Now, tell me," Alex moves his fingers away from Ross' cock when he feels Chris' take over, and instead strokes both hands up Ross' chest and speaks between kissing bruises like crushed berries into Ross' neck. "Are you- enjoying your- presents?"

Ross looks down at Chris between his legs, head bobbing and fingers stroking, curling around his length. Pleasure comes in hot, harsh waves that skip Ross' heartbeat and make his mind cloud over, but still Ross forces himself to reply verbally to Alex's question.

"Y-Yeah, I oh fuck, Trott-" swallowing hard, Ross pants and his arms tense as they push against his wrist restraint, "Th-Thank you, guys- shit," Ross groans, bucking into Chris' mouth as much as he can with Alex's hand pressing at the sensitive join where his thighs meet his hips to hold him down. Alex can feel erratic jumps under Ross' skin, can hear Ross' haggard breathing in his ear, and nuzzles into the crook of Ross' neck in a prelude to addressing him once again.

"Now, Ross, you've got a choice, mate." Alex speaks clearly, wetting his lips as he watches Chris stroking and mouthing at Ross' length; feeling Ross' shoulders tense and writhe against his chest. "You can either fuck Trott, or get fucked by me." Ross groans, hips lifting from the bed, and Alex meets Chris' eyes over Ross' shoulder. Nodding at Chris, Alex gives a silent order and Chris pulls away from Ross, coaxing a noise of disappointment in his direction.

Sitting back on his feet and flicking his fringe out of his eyes, Chris keeps eye contact with Ross as he rubs a hand down over the front of his underwear; biting his lip and moaning softly as he does so. Chris' eyes flick away from Ross' briefly as Alex slips off of the bed, revealing to Ross his recent change from being fully dressed to only wearing boxers - bright red, to match Chris'.

"Whilst you make your mind up," Alex smirks, skimming a hand over Chris' shoulder and turning him towards him. Chris raises an eyebrow, but any question is cut off when Alex's mouth presses open and needy against his own. As Ross watches, Alex takes a hold of Chris by the hips; Chris' own hands coming up to tangle in Alex's hair as they kiss quickly, fervently. Blindly, Alex tips the both of them backwards so that Chris is in his lap. Rubbing hotly against one another, moaning between kisses, Chris and Alex make Ross momentarily forget himself.

Swallowing hard as he watches the steady movements of Chris' hips; the way his boxers are bunched around his groin, how one of the stockings has fallen down his thigh a little. The bell-adorned collar around Chris' throat jangles softly and, with a spark of arousal that shoots up his spine, Ross makes his decision in a hoarse voice.

"I want-" His words cut through the sounds of hectic kissing, pulling Chris back from Alex to tilt his head and fix Ross with an easy look. Alex seems somewhat mesmerised, dragging his lips over Chris' collarbone and tracing his body with his fingertips. "Trott, I want you..." Ross groans, fidgeting in place and pulling against the silk tie still tight around his wrists.

Chris grins from ear to ear, his face flushed but his composure steady as he pulls himself out of Alex's grasp and stands in front of Ross. Bent over to be at head height with Ross, Chris reaches between them and slowly strokes Ross' arousal; his lips at Ross' ear just brushing skin as he speaks.

"How d'you want me, Ross?" He starts, voice gravelly and touches teasing, "Against the wall?" Chris' thumb brushes over the slippery head of Ross' cock, making him whimper. Leaning back so that he can press a brief kiss to Ross' mouth as he does so, Chris moves to whisper into Ross' other ear. "On your desk?"

With each suggestion the image of what could be presents itself in Ross' mind; the idea of pinning Chris to the wall, or to the desk, making his mind whirl with arousal. The hardness of the decision is only made worse by Ross' thoughts being clouded by Chris' fingers, deft and too damn light, around his arousal in teasing forethought.

Frustrated by just watching, Alex has pushed himself up from the floor after a small wave of beckoning from Chris' free hand. The following gesture pointing behind Ross is one that Alex understands quickly, moving him from admiring the curve of Chris' behind to untying Ross' wrist restraint.

"Or, I could always-" Chris speaks as his free hand comes up to Ross' shoulder, pushing him onto his back and straddling his thighs just as Alex pulls the silk tie away. Ross stares up into Chris' eyes, his hands moving of their own accord as they smooth down Chris' back to cup over his rear and squeeze gently. Chris moans mid-utterance, rubbing his boxer-clad arousal down against Ross' exposed one and causing a chain reaction of breathless sounds.

"I could always ride you like this, Ross... would you like that?" Chris sits up as he talks huskily, leaning back and steadying himself with his hands behind him just above Ross' knees. Ross' eyes drag over the stretch of Chris' body; everything from the flash of silver when the bell attached to his throat catches the light, to how the waistband of Chris' shorts is being pulled away from his stomach by the line of his cock.

The bed sinks as Alex comes to sit at Ross' side and smooths a hand over Ross' stomach. Turning his head on the bedsheets to look up at Alex, bottom lip between his teeth, Ross moves his hand from resting on Chris' thigh to palm at the front of Alex's boxers. Moaning through parted lips, Alex bucks his hips towards Ross' hand whilst reaching down to grasp Ross by the wrist; taking his hand away

"Not tonight, mate. This is all for you, remember?" Moving off of the bed again, out of Ross' reach, Alex comes to stand behind Chris - patting his hip so that Chris sits up on his knees. Making sure that Ross is watching, Alex dips his hands into the front of Chris' boxers and carefully strokes the dip between thighs and hips.

Chris moans, bringing his hands up to reach behind him and loop around the back of Alex's neck. Unable to help himself, Ross props himself up on one elbow and reaches forward with his other hand to trace patterns into Chris' stomach with his fingertips. Making heated eye contact with Chris, Ross keeps his gaze steady as he trails his touch down past Chris' navel and curves his hand over the warm bulge of his arousal.

Beneath Ross' hand, Alex hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Chris' boxers and pulls them slowly down; relishing the look of pleasure on Ross' face when his hand curls around hot skin instead of stretched cotton. Alex feels Chris shift against him and plants an open kiss to the crook of his neck, sucking on skin and biting gently to leave a mark.

"Let's get these boxers off, yeah?" Alex murmurs against the bruise he has just left, and Chris' head lolls a little as he nods and shuffles back off of the bed. Pausing whilst Alex backs up a little, Chris rids himself of his underwear and retakes his place on Ross' thighs. An easy smirk curls into his lips as he curls a hand around both his own and Ross' arousals, stroking slowly and relishing the flickers of pleasure across Ross' face.

Still propped up on his elbows, Ross reaches out carefully and brushes Chris' fringe out of his face as he sits up properly. Arms encircling Chris' waist, Ross tilts his head and kisses Chris with surprising accuracy whilst pulling the both of them chest-to-chest. Moaning when he feels Chris' fingers still dexterous around his length, Ross brushes his nose against Chris' when the intimacy of a kiss is broken by sounds of pleasure.

Eyes completely on Chris, Ross watches with mild confusion as Chris sits up on his knees only to have it wiped away by understanding when his gaze is caught by Alex over Chris' shoulder. A sticky sweet smell wafts through the air just as Alex winks and Chris whimpers softly, his hips shifting back onto Alex's fingers discreetly pressing at his entrance and causing a chain reaction of moans when he brushes hotly against Ross in the process.

Free hand moving from where it had been resting on Ross' shoulder, Chris tilts his head back and reaches behind him whilst looking pointedly at Alex. Finding him too busy making eyes at Ross, not surprised in the slightest, Chris smirks between heavy breaths and raps the backs of his knuckles against Alex's arm. Smiling faintly when Alex redirects his attention and presses careful, affectionate kisses just behind the curve of Chris' jaw, Chris chuckles lightly - the sound peaking when he feels Alex's fingers crook inside of him.

"I need- fuck- I need the lube, Smith," Fingers curling against Alex's arm, his hips bucking loosely as pleasure shoots up his spine and tenses the hand around Ross' length, Chris turns his head back to look at Ross when Alex nods with understanding and presses a small tube into Chris' palm.

"Wait, what-" Ross starts, just as Chris uncaps the lubricant and fixes him with a quizzical look. "What's Smith gonna do?" Leaning to the side so that Ross has a better view of Alex, fingers no longer inside of Chris, Chris looks between his two friends and raises questioning eyebrows at Alex.

"Well, what d'you want me to do?" Alex comes back with, and after a beat of thought Ross smirks. Taking a gentle hold of Chris' hips, Ross half-guides him out of his lap. Waiting until Chris is sat at the side of him, Ross shuffles back down the bed and gestures to Chris to come back over to him. Stroking a hand over Chris' hip, brushing his thumb over his stomach, Ross curls his other hand around the back of Chris' neck and brings him down into a brief, but no less passionate, kiss.

"Turn around," Ross murmurs against Chris' lips, and Chris hesitantly does as he is told; bell on his collar tinkling as he moves. Leaning back on his elbows so that Chris has more room astride his hips, Ross groans when Chris settles at the top of his thighs. The stockings make a satisfying soft sound as they move against the bedsheets, and Ross can feel them pressing against his hips. Biting his lip as Chris rubs the curve of his backside against the underside of his cock, Ross puts his weight on one elbow and reaches out to Alex; beckoning him over.

"C'mere," Ross' voice, made hoarse by arousal, strikes a chord within Alex that makes him come over to kneel in front of Chris, between Ross' legs, without much thought. A loud, breathless moan parts Alex's lips when Chris smirks and dips a hand into his boxer shorts - curling languidly around his arousal and stroking with practiced dexterity.

Pressing lingering kisses to Chris' shoulder and neck as he does so, occasionally feeling the silky material of Chris' collar on his lips, Ross soundlessly takes the lube held loosely in Chris' hand and uncaps the bottle. Pausing only when distracted by Alex ducking his head and kissing Chris, all open mouths and muffled moans, Ross slips his hand down between himself and Chris and presses a finger to Chris' entrance.

Chris breaks his kiss with Alex, head slipping sideways and lips brushing a moan into Alex's cheek as he feels Ross' fingers gradually moving inside of him. At the same time, a twinge of sharpness breaks across his shoulder when Ross bites at him and sucks a galaxy into his skin. Continuing to stroke Alex, hearing his moans blur into the white noise of stimulation as Ross fingers him and kisses at patches of skin he knows are sensitive, Chris rocks his hips and hears himself beg for more before he is really conscious of saying it.

Ross pauses, lips hesitating on Chris' neck, and flicks his gaze to meet Alex's - just as taken aback as his own. Leaning back onto his elbows, Ross admires the sheen of sweat on Chris' back whilst the beginnings of a teasing smile press into his lips.

"Did you just-" Ross murmurs to Chris, smirking with the surprise of Chris begging for anything in the bedroom. Eyes flicking between Alex's bemusement and the side of Chris' face that he can actually see, Ross moves his fingers inside of Chris and feels a shock of pure arousal when Chris whines and speaks in a thick voice.

"Shut up and fuck- fucking fuck me alrea-" Chris' growl is cut off mid-sentence by Alex kissing him again, as though he wants to steal the utterance and keep it for himself. Removing his fingers from inside of Chris to instead spread lubricant on his arousal, Ross marvels at the tense and flow of the muscles in Chris' back as he writhes; in his shoulder and arm as he touches Alex.

Switching arms as he leans back so that he takes some strain off of the one elbow, Ross strokes his fingers up Chris' spine and calls out to him in a low voice.

"Ready?" Fingers dipping into the base of Chris' back, Ross wets his lips and stretches his hand so that his thumb just presses against Chris' entrance teasingly. What he doesn't expect is Chris suddenly looking over his shoulder, eyes wickedly dark as he reaches behind himself for Ross' cock. Lifting his hips slightly, making sure to keep heated eye contact with Ross, Chris guides the head of Ross' arousal and rubs himself down against it.

"Yes," Chris moans as Ross enters him, hissing through his teeth at the intrusion as he lowers himself onto Ross' cock bit by bit. Feeling, in a word, full, Chris tenses and shifts around Ross in a way that makes Ross tip his head back and give a guttural groan of pleasure.

There is a pause as Chris becomes used to the sensation, filled with Alex taking a hold of Chris' wrists and guiding his hands to grasp at his shoulders. Alex's own hand drops between them, fingers around Chris' length and thumb rubbing circles over the very tip - smearing precome and making Chris moan as he slowly eases into a rhythm of riding Ross. With each slow rise and quick fall, the bell around Chris' neck jangles tunefully in the background to his and Ross' moans.

As Ross strokes one of his hands over Chris' thighs, his fingers curl in pleasure and his nails catch on the material of Chris' candy cane stripe stockings. The other, resting on the mattress, grips tight at the bedsheets in time with Chris' movements - gradually gaining speed until Chris is merely rolling his hips back and forth in Ross' lap. Hips bucking to meet him, Ross goes between lolling his head back with a clouded mind and watching the shift and pull of Chris' body intently.

In the meantime Alex is still stroking Chris; licking and biting at his collarbone in the process and occasionally bumping against the bell as he goes. Chris' moans are hot and eager in Alex's ear, and small - almost unintelligible - whimpers spill over Chris' kiss-swollen lips. Sitting back a little so that he can admire the way that Chris' mouth forms Ross' name, amongst several curse words in the fray, Alex squeezes gently at Chris' cock and gives a sympathetic moan when Chris gasps and jerks his hips forward hard.

"Oh fuck, Trott," Ross yells out at this, gasping and shifting on the bed as his pleasure builds and orgasm starts its heavy pull at his lower stomach. Loosely raising a hand to grasp and stroke at Chris' back, accidentally catching his nails and leaving thin red welts in his wake, Ross' moans turn sharp and frequent; his hips bouncing and thighs twitching as he comes.

Knowing Ross' physical tells, even when not facing him, Chris slows his hips to long, easy rolls. Carefully riding out Ross' orgasm, waiting until he hears Ross' breathing calm, Chris lifts himself from Ross lap - temporarily out of Alex's touches - to instead kneel at Ross' side. Cupping Ross' jaw as he sits up, Chris brings him into a slow, lazy kiss. Not at all expecting Ross to slide a hand around Chris' body from the back of his shoulder to the front of his stomach and down; the even strokes of his hand around Chris' still hard length making Chris gasp and moan.

Resting his forehead against Chris' temple, Ross flicks his gaze over to Alex and raises his other hand to wave him over. Shuffling down the bed, Alex does as he is bid and meets Ross' kiss when Ross leans away from Chris to press his mouth against Alex's. One hand still stroking Chris, Ross curls his other fingers around into the nape of Alex's neck and carefully inches him downwards.

Alex doesn't need telling twice as the kiss breaks; laying his front across Ross' thighs as he replaces Ross' other hand with his lips and takes Chris' arousal into his mouth. The tang of precome is sharp on Alex's tongue, and it takes hardly any time at all before Chris' fingers are tight in his hair and Chris' come is warm at the back of his throat. Hearing the bell around Chris' neck jangle briefly as Chris jerks with climax, Alex swallows and smirks as he sits up again.

Panting, Chris winces as he moves his legs and sits back on the bed. Seeing Ross look between him with worry, and Alex still hard on his other side, Chris smiles softly and leans across to kiss Ross' temple.

"You finish Smith off; I'll sort myself out." Chris murmurs, pushing off of the bed and grabbing for a pair of boxers on the floor when he feels a trickle of something down the inside of his thigh. With one last look over his shoulder as he pulls Ross' bedroom door open, just catching Ross pulling Alex down into a fervent kiss, Chris smiles fondly at his friends and hurries to the bathroom down the hall.

Ross snakes a hand between Alex's legs, stroking his length quickly and steadily as he mutters encouragement against Alex's lips and relishes the desperate, panting moans that escape them. Stomach jumping, chest tensing, Alex comes with a low growl of Ross' name and is quick to cup Ross' jaw and pull him into a searing kiss as he feels the intense wash of pleasure begin to fade.

As his body calms, skin buzzing faintly, Alex leans his head against Ross' for a few seconds - content in being still and satisfied for a few moments before Chris rejoins them. Ross tilts his head away from Alex to ask after Chris; bringing a hand up to caress his jaw and brushing the pad of his thumb over a cheekbone.

"You all good?" Ross murmurs, soft and sweet, and Chris nods with a smile.

"All good. Enjoy your presents?" Chris replies with a waggle of his eyebrows, and with a fond look on his face Ross repositions himself so that he is sat at Chris' feet. Hooking his fingers into the tops of Chris' stockings - laddered in places from where they had been pulled and torn whilst having sex - Ross bends forwards to kiss the insides of Chris' thighs as he carefully rolls them down. Behind him he feels Alex rubbing circles into his back, soothing any knots that had been made by lying in awkward positions.

When Chris' stockings are scrunched up piles on the floor, he shuffles back on Ross' bed towards the pillows and holds his arms out to Ross. Alex, in the meantime, slips off of the bed behind Ross with one last kiss to the nape of Ross' neck and grabs at the box of tissues on the nightstand. Wiping cooled come off of his chest and stomach with one, Alex throws it in the bin under Ross' desk and turns back to the bed.

Ross and Chris are already under the covers, lying down against the pillows; Ross playing with Chris' hair and fixing him with an utterly lovestruck look whilst Chris curls his arms around Ross' waist and nuzzles into his neck. Catching sight of Alex watching them with a soppy look on his face, Ross lifts his other arm to wave him over and smiles as Alex gets in behind Chris.

Taking few moments to settle, all rustling bedsheets and arms fitting into place around each other's bodies, Ross meets Alex's gaze across Chris' shoulder.

"Merry Christmas, guys," Ross murmurs, grinning lazily at the soft, sleepy noises he gets in reply and snuggling closer to Chris' front.

Credit to Smushfaace on AO3