8 years ago..

Christian.

I'd imagined her skin a thousand times. Maybe even more. And it wasn't a disappointment. Smooth, pale and perfect. It made my mouth ache with the need to taste it. And in the half-light of the room with her hair draped around her shoulders like a cloak, she looked like something from a painting. Goddess-like almost, yet with a touch of the girl next door.

It was times like this when I thought hanging out with them was tantamount to some sort of torture. It was painful - and not the kind of pain that I liked. This was a pain that I felt in my stomach, around my chest and between my legs. I wanted her, yet I didn't even know what that meant. I couldn't even fathom how to be with a girl like her. Or any girl for that matter. I had Elena. Elena. It was also times like this, namely when I was with Charlie, that I struggled to remember Elena's face.

I glance up at the painting hanging above Charlie's bed of the naked woman and the dwarf. Or, "Homunculus" as she'd corrected earlier. The woman reminded me of her. Dark haired and seductive, yet with an innocence in the eyes. I wonder what Charlie looked like naked with her hair braided like that.

When I look back at her she's smiling at me. I always feel like she is trying to communicate something with me when she smiles at me like that. As though we are party to some secret Gideon isn't in on. Of course that wasn't the case - she just happened to have a smile that made you feel like the only man on the planet. Not for the first time, a wave of envy rips through me for the guy sprawled out on the floor to my left. He was down to just his boxers - black with a bright green waistband. I'd always assumed Gideon would be good at poker. I'd assumed wrong.

"Your turn," Charlie says as she takes a gulp from the bottle of scotch.

"Why me? Why not you?" I ask looking down at my toes. Telling a half naked Charlie one of my fantasies was dangerously close to the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me. I didn't class my time with Elena as arousing. Not anymore. I classed that as therapy. Or training. You'll make an incredible dominant one day Christian. When you're ready.

"Umm because mine is probably far more embarrassing and I need to be a LOT more drunk before I'm brave enough to share," She smiles taking another large gulp from the bottle. She drinks scotch the way she drinks beer. With complete abandon and disregard for her female constitution. When she leans forward to hand it to me our fingers touch. Warm skin against warm skin. It makes my groin vibrate.

"I highly doubt that." I say quietly, taking a huge gulp of her father's scotch. She'd stolen it from his drinks cabinet last time she was at home. Scotch and Belgian white beer were her favorite drinks. I liked neither, though scotch was the greater evil in my opinion.

Apart from once with Elliot - which had resulted in dad going apeshit and the worst 11 hours of my life as the hangover tried to kill me - I never touched the stuff. It was vile. Pure alcohol with no discernible taste. I'm drinking it only because it's all there is and I'd already been called a "püssy" by Gideon for preferring wine. It was doing its job I suppose.

My face felt warm and my entire body, right down to my toes is tingling with a calming sort of heat. I felt soft. Malleable. I also felt aroused. The room was too hot, and she was half naked and I'd need to be a f*cking monk to be unaffected.

"Oh come on man, I told you mine," Gideon grumbles from the floor.

"No Gideon, you didn't. A fantasy is something you haven't already done." I point out.

"F*cking someone while being watched then. That's one I haven't done yet. Now spill." He sits up and takes the bottle from me. Charlie who has her knees pulled up to her chin, gazes at me with a far off look on her face. The thin straps of her bright pink bra peek at me through her hair and she's wearing only a pair of what I presume is Gideon's white boxers. Her feet are bare and her toenails are painted in light turquoise blue, as are her fingernails.

"Oh come on. It can't be any worse than Gideon's perverted list." She smiles.

Why had I allowed them to start this stupid game? Why had I agreed to come back here? I rub the back of my neck feeling ruffled and exposed, as I play over how to present the fantasy so that I didn't sound like some weirdo pervert. I realise that if I don't say something soon then they'll both think it was something truly horrendous. Which is only half true.

"I always thought bondage and domination might be fun." I say with a shrug. I reach over to take the bottle back from Gideon and as I do I chance a look at Charlie. She's nibbling thoughtfully on her bottom lip staring at me, a fire behind her eyes.

"Like BDSM Grey, wow seriously??" Gideon chuckles. He sounds a little impressed. "Fair enough. I guess I can see why that might be fun."

I nod nonchalantly. "Now you." I say to Charlie.

"So when you say bondage and domination, what do you mean exactly?" She says as though I haven't even spoken. "You want to submit or you want to dominate?"

I stare at her wordlessly for a moment as the latter image takes form. Her, hands tied above her head, back arching off the bed in need. Need for me.

"Not sure really." I lie. "Your turn."

She shakes her head, as though clearing an image of her own, and then she sits back on her hands. The new position gives me a delightful view of her throat, down to perfect rounded breasts, and a pale flat stomach. My mouth practically waters at the sight of so much of her skin and I have to drag my eyes away from her before I make a fool of myself. I've already seen far more of her than I ever thought I would. I'm also not sure how many more times I could think of my parents having sex in order to douse some of my arousal.

"Well mine is definitely more embarrassing," She says. "And more predictable."

I actually don't think anything abut her could be predictable. She was incapable of it. Gideon reaches across and bites her arm softly, making a playful growling noise in the back of his throat. The gesture tightens something around my gut, or higher, around my chest.

"Come on baby, you started it. You can't wimp out now," He says.

"I didn't start it. You did. Because you were going to end up naked." She says with a soft laugh. Her laugh is a light girlish breathy sound that always made me wonder about the noises she made during sex. I watch as Gideon pushes her back on the floor, crawls over her body and buries his face in her neck, before kissing a trail up her jaw to her mouth. He skims his hand across her hip, and stomach and slides it upwards to cup her breast roughly.

I turn my head away, mainly because I don't think I can look anymore. I'm also not ready to help Gideon fulfill his fantasy of being watched in this way. When I look back he's holding her jaw as he kisses her deeply on the mouth, taking his time tasting her. He lingers on her mouth so long that I start to wonder if maybe he's trying to smother her to death.

"Maybe I should leave you two alone." I go to move. Charlie pushes at Gideon until he untangles himself from her.

"No, don't be silly. He's just socially inept." She sits up.

"No, I'm just horny," he groans sitting up.

"You're always horny Gideon. It's my favourite thing about you," she winks. He chuckles and I smile. When she reaches over to take the bottle from me, I pull it back, holding it out of her reach.

"You haven't shared yet," I say. "No more until you do."

She narrows her eyes on me. "You're so cruel."

"You don't know the half of it. Now share," I smirk.

"Yeah baby, tell us. Perhaps between us both we can sort you out," Gideon says raising his eyebrows at me.

Her eyes flash with something and she looks from Gideon to me, then at the floor and begins rubbing both her feet against each other. "Yes I'm positive that together you could both sort me out." She smiles shyly looking down. When she lifts her head, she's biting her lip deliciously as she looks between us both.

I know the instant Gideon get's it because his mouth drops open slightly and he looks at me. The dark look in his eye lightening after a moment as his breathing speeds up a little. He's imagining it. I'm imagining it.

Slowly he drags his eyes back to her. "Say it out loud," he says in a low tone.

"What? Why?" She shakes her head.

"I want you to say it out loud, Char. If you want it then you have to at least be prepared to ask for it."

She narrows her eyes on him. She knows he's trying to bait her, tease her. He's trying to turn her on. Fuck, he's turning me on.

"Stop it Gideon. You asked. You started it. Don't be an ass about it."

"I'm simply asking you to say it out loud. We both had to." He looks at me. "I don't mind sharing my things Grey, you know that," he says to me. My heart starts to pick up speed as the idea of what he's saying takes root in my mind. Could I actually do that? With Gideon? With Charlie? I'd certainly drunk enough scotch to consider it. I'd wanted her for so long. But I'd always wanted her on my terms. Terms I wasn't about to get.

"I'm not your thing to share, Gideon," she says darkly. He smirks at her and I begin to feel uncomfortable again. She's angry but she's also aroused, as is he. They look as though they're about to pounce on each other. They looked like that a lot.

"Tell me what you want Char. Tell Christian what you want. Say it," he says. Very gently he begins to stroke the top of her thigh with the back of his hand. "And then we'll see what we can do about it."

And there it was. He was serious. At least I'm pretty sure he is. Am I too under the influence to tell the difference?

"Fine," she says, turning to look at me. She looks back at Gideon and takes a deep breath. "Two guys at the same time. I've never done that. I've always wanted to. There. Happy now." She reaches forward and grabs the bottle, staring hard at Gideon as she drinks - the heat between them both thick and palpable. It makes me feel like I'm intruding - yet I was very definitely involved now. Wasn't I? Was he seriously considering watching as I fucked his girlfriend? Was Charlie really considering having me? Was I actually thinking about doing this? As my cock throbs, hard and urgent I know the answer.

"Grey. Any thoughts?" He says, slowly turning to me. "How does the idea of fucking my girlfriend sound to you?"

My throat closes slightly, giving me time to consider the question. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? Sounds incredible Gideon. I've thought a lot about it actually - though normally you aren't involved.

"How does the idea of me tying up your girlfriend as I fuck her sound to you?" I say with as calm a voice as possible.

His mouth twitches. "You do realise that you're the only person I wouldn't kill for saying that?"

"I'm flattered."

"I'm still here you know," Charlie says.

I turn my stare on her. Every nerve of my body seems to be reaching for her. Straining to be close to her, to be inside her.

"Okay. I'll help you live out your fantasy,' I say. 'If you're willing to oblige in mine. That's my condition. If we're going to have sex, your hands will be tied. You won't be able to touch me." I smile. I have no clue where the courage has come from. Probably from the almost empty bottle sitting on the floor. "Is that something you're willing to consider?"

"You know, the other three-ways I took part in never started with contract negotiations. Scotch yes, strip poker yes. Not this sort of deal brokerage," Gideon says with a lazy smile.

"Thought it would be sensible to establish some rules that's all."

"You would. Christian Sensible Grey." He mutters gulping back the last of the bottle.

"Trevelyan Grey," I correct without looking at him. Charlie and I continue to stare at each other - her expression unreadable. "Well?" I ask her.

Her eyes are glittering as she considers my proposal. She looks uncertain, maybe even disappointed. Part of me is terrified she'll say no and the other part is terrified she'll say yes.

"Ok, Mr Grey. You have yourself a deal. I won't touch you."

Charlie.

I hadn't shared the fantasy thinking it would happen. But of course - it was Gideon, and anything sexually intriguing to him was always going to be worth exploring. Watching me with someone else was certain to turn him on. Gideon's sex drive and lack of inhibition was one of the things that kept us together. We didn't have loads in common but he was fun to be around. Fun, passionate, sexy and devastating in bed. He had a volatility too which I loved. He was almost the perfect package. Almost.

I look over at Christian to find him staring at me with those large mesmerising grey eyes. He was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in real life. A living breathing work of art. His skin looked like it had been sculpted from marble - smooth flawless perfection. I hadnt seen it in it's entireity of course, but the parts of him I had seen were truly sublime. Even his hands were beautiful. I wanted them on me, or inside me. So he could touch me but I couldn't touch him. Disappointing. Interesting.

Still, I wanted him. I'd never wanted Gideon the way I wanted Christian. I'd never wanted any guy as much as I wanted Christian Trevelyan Grey. I doubted I ever would. I felt guilty about that. Gideon deserved better. I would end things soon - I had to. It was for the best.

As this 'crush' - as I had christened it - had intensified, I'd found myself falling into daydreams that mainly involved Christian telling me that he felt the same. In them he'd find me in the library, and looking determined, tortured and aroused he'd push me up against the 'European Art' section and tell me that he simply couldn't pretend any longer. That we'd have to talk to Gideon because he wasn't going to be without me another day. He needed me and wanted me and always had. He'd tell me he was incapable of leaving me alone.

I imagined that would be the sort of thing Christian would say. It was pathetic. Of course I knew that. But it had kept my mind busy, locked in a sort of static longing for weeks now, and tonight he was going to make love to me. 

Gideon had actually joked once that he thought Christian might be into guys. But there was something about the way he looked at me that convinced me he was as straight as they came. But there was something undisclosed lingering beneath the surface. I'd always got the sense that he carried around a great secret that was perhaps weighing him down. One he couldn't share with anyone. One I wanted him to share with me. Most men were easy to read, wearing their emotions on their sleeves - or in their pants to be more precise. Not Christian Grey. He was a complete and utter mystery to me, and I'd always been drawn to the mysterious.

"Let's get this party started then," Gideon says, standing.

He holds his hand out to me and I let him pull me to my feet. I feel no nervousness or doubt, only the soft tingle of anticipation in my nipples and between my legs.

As Gideon pulls me tight to him I feel the hard length of his spectacular cöck against my stomach - his spectacular cöck was another thing that kept us together. He grazes his lips across my nose, and then down to my mouth before sliding his tongue deep between my parted lips. The heat and nip from the scotch tastes better on him than it does from the bottle, and a small moan of pleasure escapes my throat. With one hand on my butt to pull me against him, he brushes the other down and across my bra, his fingers rubbing back and forth across the nipple until it feels heavy and sore.

Slowly, I reach behind to unclasp the hook, and slide my bra off, letting it drop to the floor. As I do I glance at Christian. He's stretched out on his side in a relaxed stance, one hand draped casually between his legs watching us intently. Unfortunately during our poker game he only lost his sweater, socks and watch, meaning that he's still completely dressed. No matter. I'd see him naked soon enough. My thighs clench and tingle at the thought. Christian naked. That was a whole fantasy of it's own.

"Take these off," Gideon demands, pulling at the waistband of his white Calvin Klein's I'd borrowed this morning. With only a slight hesitation I hook my fingers into the elastic and begin sliding them down. When I step out of them Gideon appraises me with eyes, like he always does when I am naked in front of him. His shimmering blue gaze is wicked and full of heat as he licks his bottom lip slowly. He is extremely good looking - especially when he is turned on.

"Now turn around and show him what he gets to have tonight," he says, in a tone thick with lust.

And, because I want Christian to see me, and because I enjoy when Gideon commands me in bed - the only time I enjoy being told what to do - I do it. I turn my whole body so that I'm facing Christian, who is gazing up at me from his spot on the floor.

Gideon moves to stand behind me, bending his head to kiss and lick the sensitive spot just below my ear as Christian and I continue to stare at each other. The look in his eye is desire, it was undeniable. I smile a little. So he wanted me. Tonight Christian wanted.. me. The knowledge does something to me. It fills me with a deep satisfaction. 

I watch riveted, as Christian's beautiful mouth parts and he slowly grazes his wet tongue across his lips. God, the sight of his tongue is pure intoxication. Moisture pools between my legs as I imagine it on my skin and inside me, as I imagine it whispering depraved things into my ear. I swallow.

"Don't worry, you can make it up to me at some point Grey." Gideon says against my neck. There's pride in his voice.

When he turns me back around to him I wrap my arms up and around his neck, leaning in to kiss him deep and slow. As I do, he slides his hands around my butt, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, angling into him for some friction between my legs. He smells of heat and maleness and my body responds to his touch like it always does, and for a moment Christian goes completely out of my mind. It's just Gideon's strong arms and the heat of his large muscular body. He carries me effortlessly to the bed and lies me down gently, covering me first with his body and then with his mouth - trailing his tongue leisurely down my throat to my breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, almost painfully, before repeating the same with the other and for moments I lose myself in the hot desperate ministrations of Gideon's mouth as he sucks and bites and growls softly against my skin. Gideon's mouth was exceptionally talented. Perhaps it would be crazy to end things with him. Perhaps that would be hasty. After all, we were good together when we were like this.

When I open my eyes I see him. Christian. Standing now, by the window watching us with a curious yet aroused look on his face. The sight of him sends a swell of heat between my legs all the way to my toes, which together with the effects of the scotch, and Gideon's mouth sends my mind a little off kilter. This no longer feels real. It wasn't real. It was a fantasy.

"You can join us whenever you want you know," I pant.

Gideon turns his head. "Yeah for this to count as a three-way you have to be a bit closer than that man." He chuckles.

Christian moves and turns the volume on the stereo up a little so that I can actually hear the words. I recognise the song and the band but their name escapes me. It's soft and melodic and the woman's voice is bassy and seductive. I know I'll never hear this song now without thinking of this moment.

Gideon moves further down my body, spreading my legs to kiss his way up the inside of my thigh, then higher. When his tongue finds it's home I gasp out loud and grab onto his soft silky hair. God he was so good at this part. He never failed to make me come like this, no matter where we were. His hot wet tongue moves in slow lazy circles, before sliding inside as he sucks at me hard. When he repeats the process, he's quicker and more desperate bringing my orgasm so so close. He groans deep against me as he pleasures me and the sound tickles my hypersensitive skin and foggy senses pushing me even closer. I'm going to come. Christian was going to watch as I came. As Gideon made me come. The thought overwhelms me, and I grab Gideon's hair hard in my fist before turning to look at Christian. Why isn't he closer? I want him closer. I want to feel his skin on my skin. Oh but I can't touch him. How cruel. He was cruel.

Reaching my free hand out, I beckon him forward, praying silently that he isn't about to change his mind and leave. Even if I can't touch him I certainly want him to touch me. He hesitates only for an instant before he moves toward us. I'm surprised when instead of undressing, he comes to kneel at the side of the bed and reaches out, brushing the hair gently back from my face.

Ignoring his stupid condition I reach my hand up, desperate to touch his face but he captures it halfway and brings it to his mouth, sensually grazing his lips across my knuckles. His grey eyes stare deep into mine as he leans close to my face, his breath hot and short. Not once does he look down at Gideon, or break eye contact with me. When we're almost touching he closes his eyes and inhales deeply before pressing his lips to mine.

Explosion.

His mouth is scorching hot, and his taste seems to explode on my tongue. His kiss is gentle yet demanding, urgent, yet slow and as he slides his tongue deep inside my mouth I moan aloud. At the very same moment Gideon nibbles against my sensitive spot and the orgasm floods through me. Great pulsating waves of white hot heat that make me groan loud against Christian's delicious mouth. The scent of his skin against my nose is heady.

No, I was wrong.

This was pure intoxication. Having him this close. Having his taste and smell on and in me. He too smells of maleness but it's more intense than Gideon's, more enticing and unfamiliar. Spicy, sweet and clean. As his tongue continues to explore my mouth I give myself over to him utterly and get lost in the post orgasmic bliss. God he tastes divine. Just like I imagined he would. Yes, Christian Grey tastes like heaven.

Gideon.

I lick the remnants of Charlie's climax from the inside of her thigh. She tastes sweet and hot and sticky like honey - it's quite possibly my favourite taste in the world. And I'd had a 82 year old single malt once. Reaching down to where my Levi's are discarded on the floor I reach in to the back pocket to pull out the small foil packet. As I start stripping out of my boxers I glance down at the scene in front of me. Christian is kissing his way down her jaw to her throat and lower, towards her perfect tits.

So he wasn't gay. I'd always thought he probably was. Mainly as girls practically threw themselves at him and he'd never give them a second look. I'd never even seen him even have a proper conversation with one who wasn't Charlie. Plus he looked at me weird sometimes. Like he wanted to ask me something, or tell me something. So I'd always thought it was because he'd wanted to fuck me.

Maybe he did. But watching him now, he certainly wanted to fuck Charlie too. That much was crystal clear. Couldn't blame him for that. Everyone wanted her. She was gorgeous, wild, smart, witty and fun. She was an Upper East Side princess with a dirty mouth and a dirtier mind but could talk rings round anyone on most subjects. She was mine. I say mine but I don't think Charlie ever really gave herself fully to anyone. Not really. She was like moving water. Incapable of being caught in one place for too long. But one day she would. One day she'd give herself over to someone mind, body and soul and christ I wanted it to be me. 

I roll the condom on and spread her legs to glance down at her. She's glistening, moist with desire and my erection strains to be inside her. I look up to see him holding both her hands in his as he continues to kiss her. I'm not a jealous person. Not really. And the idea of watching her with someone else had been hot enough for me to want this to happen. The idea of him watching me fück her made the blood surge and my cöck throb.

"Turn over baby... I want you from behind," I say.

I grab hold of her thighs and gently turn her over. Christian stands up and looks at me, still looking a little uncertain, as though he half expects me to change my mind and order him out. I wasn't going to do that. As soon as Char mentioned it I knew I wasn't going to do that. I liked him. I loved her. She wanted this, which meant so did I. I liked making her happy. Perhaps because I wasn't really capable of being happy myself.

I nod, and offer him a small half smile, which he returns. Then he grips the hem of his white t-shirt and lifts it up over his head before moving to unbutton his jeans. Charlie sits up on her knees and turns to kiss me. Soft little mewling noises escaping her throat as she does. I loved when she made those noises. I grip her chin in my hands and taste her mouth in long deep pulls. When I pull back I keep hold of her face and stare hard into her eyes. "I'm going to take you while he watches. Then he'll take you while I watch."

"Then I'll tie her then take her while you watch," Christian corrects.

I nod as the image sends a jolt of heat between my legs. "Is that what you want baby?" I ask her.

She nods, green eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Yes. It's what I want."

I kiss her again then, this time harder and more demanding. When I can't hold back anymore I turn her around and push her down gently so she's in front of me on all fours. My palm flat, I skim my hand down her spine to her ass before sliding it under to graze her wet opening with my fingers. She moans and arches her back up and into me, beckoning me, teasing me. I spread her open slightly, sliding two fingers inside to feel her hot and warm and greedy for me.

Grabbing my length with my other hand, I withdraw my fingers and tease my erection against her instead. As I do this I gaze at Christian. He's watching her, seemingly transfixed as he slides his white boxers down his thighs and steps out of them. He's completely hard, and his size is not unsubstantial. I knew he looked after his body too as we'd showered together after practice a few times. He has a rigid looking six-pack, broad shoulders and strong looking biceps.

Even the faint white circular scars dotted across his chest and abdomen - which I still never knew the origin of - didn't detract from his overall appearance. He was an attractive guy. I could appreciate that. I'm sure Charlie thought the same, otherwise she wouldn't be doing this.

I realise then I've been staring at him a little too long and so I turn my eyes back to Charlie, who's writhing slightly as she pants beneath me. She is also looking at Christian and it occurs to me that she may be comparing us. I don't like that idea. That's a step too far. Most likely because I'm not sure I'd come out on top.

To take her mind off him I thrust myself deep inside her, making her gasp loud. She throws her head back and pushes into me to force me deeper. The growl that escapes my throat is low and long.

Jesus Christ I loved being inside her. I could do it all day everyday with her. Tight and wet, and hot and soft. I hope he knows how lucky he's about to get. As I move inside her I see him take himself in his hand and begin to stroke. Long, slow strokes, as he stands naked in the half light watching as I thrust into her. Charlie pants and moans like she always does, feminine breathy sounds that more than heighten my arousal.

Suddenly, she reaches out toward him and gestures for him to come closer. He doesn't hesitate, moving immediately to climb onto the bed to sit in front of her. He leans his back against the white wooden headboard of her bed, just below the god-awful dwarf print.

"Take Christian in your mouth," I command. "Suck him, baby." I want to watch his face as she does this because she is exceptionally good at it. What sort of sadist am I?

She purrs slightly, shifting forward to settle her upper body between his legs, hands resting on either side of his thighs. He watches her as she comes down level with his face, before reaching forward to capture her face in his hands. As he looks deep into her eyes, I see arousal and desire etched clearly across his face. I marvel again at my lack of jealousy at watching them. At watching how he's looking at her and touching her, and vice versa.

In fact the only thing kindling deep in my blood is a bizarre sort of pride at watching how he covets her. He leans in and touches his mouth to hers and they both moan softly. A moment later, he pulls back breaking the kiss and shifts his hips to angle himself towards her mouth as Charlie lowers her head.

At the same time as she closes her mouth around him I slide deep and hard back inside her and all three of us moan at the same time. I note that his moan is more like a gasp of relief, accompanied by a curse. The noise she makes however makes my balls tighten, and I have to grip her hips hard to stop from coming inside her right then. Christian's head falls back and he groans louder as Charlie sucks the entire length of him, her long dark hair falling delicately over her shoulder as she moves. She arches her back, pushing hard against every one of my thrusts as I start to pick up speed.

Christian lifts his hand and begins stroking her hair tenderly, staring at her as she pleasures him. Though its tender, the look on his face is primal and full of pure need. I'm so turned on. I'm not going to last much longer at this rate. Watching him, watching her as I thrust into her. Jesus Christ how was I going to cope watching him tie and pound into her? At that moment he lifts his eyes, and our gazes meet, locking together.  Very slowly he smiles, his eyes deep and grey and filled with heat. The look on his face is so dark and intense and so completely unfamiliar. Intruiging. Something told me that tonight, Charlie and I might actually get a glimpse of the real Christian Grey. The one he hid from the world. Well this should be interesting..