Harry made his way over to Nick and could see him bouncing on his heels. He was in for it.

"Fucking Harold, of course you've been here 10 minutes and already worked your magic on my dream man," Nick mocked.

"What are talking about, just met him." Harry tried for deflection and took a drink of his cocktail before. Looking over his shoulder. Laurel turned away quickly, but Willy smiled at him.

"That's what I'm talking about, they've been watching you since you walked away. Fancy a three way, Styles?" Nick laughed loudly.

Harry shook his head, he was really just interested in a two way, honestly. From there Nick launched into a schpiel about all the ways that Willy Cartier could do no wrong.

"Harry, he totally out styles, Styles. Think he's walked every designer you love. The man must eat nothing but Kale with the way he looks with no clothes on. I've never seen him misstep with his fashion. I heard the other day that he spent $500 on these painted jeans, but from the picture, they were worth every penny." Harry scoofed internally, but then remembered the $900 he'd spent on his leather jeans, Nick was still going, "They were tight, not obscene like yours, but perfectly thigh skimming. Ugh. His facial hair, think he shapes his eyebrows or he's just lucky being Vietnemese? "Harry treated the question as rhetorical, and that seemed the right choice, because Nick was STILL talking. But Harry must have lost the plot, because he swore that Nick had just mentioned Willy's arsehole.

"I'm sorry, What?" Harry dropped the t as always and his face was a picture of bafflement.

"What, what? I'm gay, Harry, not just visiting, I spend time back there. It's supposed to be aesthetically pleasing. He's very groomed, could see him doing it for Frank Ocean, I mean, I'd bleach mine for either of them honestly. Could be a bonding experience. We could test it out!" Nick was raising his eyebrows excitedly.

Harry laughed out loud and felt his shoulders come down for the first time since he spotted his girl.
The rest of the night was filled with more anecdotes from Nick about the magnificence of Willy and conjecture about his willy. Apparently he had a tight nit group of childhood friends he vacationed with and could lad it up on a night out, stupid hand gestures included.

Harry was frankly sick of the discourse, he loved Nick, but his ego was sore and Grimmy kept pressing on the bruise with his praise.

It wasn't really fair to Nick, Harry'd been comparing himself to Willy pretty much constantly since he saw him with Laurel going to the pub.

In an effort to distract himself, He'd clocked on Laurel's location again. She was perched on the end of a chair and Willy was whispering in her ear. She snorted in response, and he filled in the sweet sound in his head.

"Why the long face , Harry. Someone put olive juice in your drink, " Nick took his cocktail and sipped it.

Harry ignored his antics, "how do you know all this about the fellow?" Harry had spent a fair amount of time on Laurel's instagram recently and that had led him to Willy's. But this information was mostly unfamiliar. Nick knew things Harry had not sussed out from his social media. Though he was envious of his wardrobe.

"I've asked around, have you not noticed he's my new celebrity crush. Keep up Harold!" Nick all but shouted and Harry felt the burn of eyes in his neck. His skin prickled and he turned to the side and caught Laurel's quick turn away again. He would have felt a moment of smug satisfaction, but couldn't find it in himself. She may have glanced at him a couple times, but the man of every ones' dreams was still attached to her hip.

Tomo came over then to lead him through his section and Harry was thankful for the break from the fan club.
"Who was the girl?" Tomo asked as they rounded the last corner of the installation.

"Which girl?" Harry feigned as he placed his 5th empty glass on a passing tray.

"The one you keep looking for with the long haired bloke," Tomo rolled his eyes at Harry. "You've got that look, like chances missed."

"Just a girl I used to know," Harry shrugged and excused himself to the bathroom.

It was down a long, narrow hallway and the lighting was bad, a little too dim to accomplish its atmospheric intent, so he wasn't surprised when he stumbled into someone.
He smelled her before he saw her. He anchored his hand on her hip and his breath caught. Maybe the lighting was fine, because a mood was set.

He pulled back to look her in the eyes and watched her pupils dialate and her chest brushed his when she sucked in a breath.

"Hi Harry," she breathed, and he was so encouraged by her physical response to him he nearly missed the change. Her eyes shuttered and she untangled herself from him. "Can't believe I bumped into YOU, that's a change, clumsy." Laurel laughed. "So, what do you think of Willy?" She asked and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Dunno, what do you think of Willy?"

"I think he's perfect and a really good time. He pursued me after we met at ed's. Figured he had an agenda, but he surprised me and asked me out instead," she smiled and gave a shrug. "He's a good cook and he's been teaching me yoga."

"I didn't know you liked yoga."

"Me either. But of course you didn't Harry," She gave him a sad smile and quick hug before starting to walk away.

His stomach dropped out, there was a lot he didn't know. "Laurel, you look really good, so happy, and I'm glad. I just," he pinched his bottom lip. "I wish it had been me."

Laurel blinked quickly a couple times and walked away.

Harry didn't feel much like hanging around after that, do he made his goodbyes and grabbed his coat. He laughed at his own childishness when he gave the photo of Willy at the entrance a two fingered salute.

His self pity was boring even him, but his regret was overwhelming. Laurel was gone, her new man meant to be.

He found himself scrolling down her Instagram and had a miniature heart attack when he accidentally double tapped a photo of her the day she got hired by Ed Lee. It was right before they met. He broke the little heart quickly and decided he needed to put away the technology before he did something he couldn't undo so easily. He had just plugged the phone in his kitchen and was turning to walk again when it buzzed again.

His draw dropped before the side of his mouth quirked up into a smug smile at the memory tinged message.

"I wasn't the only one who got a show in Barcelona."

Harry smirked, she was texting him, he rolled his head back on his neck and wondered if he should respond. He closed his eyes and watched her body move in his mind's eye. "I remember my show very well. What does Willy think of your shows?" He couldn't help but tack on, petty he knew, but his ego was a little bruised from Nick's fangirling.

"He hasn't had one yet, think he'd rather have you put one on. He talked about you after we left for ages."

He quirked his brow, "how do you feel about that?"

"I feel like you should come over." And there was an address.

Harry stopped, was he gonna do this? He missed her, loved being inside her, but it'd been a time since he'd been with a guy.

He was grabbing his keys and heading to the door before he could talk himself out of it.

The drive wasn't far, but Harry still had time for second thoughts. He was jingling his keys when he got to the door.

His nerves evaporated when Willy answered the door shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned while holding a glass of wine.

"Allo, Harry. Come in. Make yourself welcome. Wine?" Willy moved through the flat to the living room and pointed Harry to the couch where Laurel was lounging. She was dressed in only a man's shirt. Harry felt a twinge that it wasn't his, but shook it off.

He approached her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder to avoid startling her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She surprised him by turning her mouth in. He felt the zing he always did when their lips touched. She pulled back then and gave him a promising smile before biting her lip. Harry sat on the other end of the couch from her and she promptly put her legs in his lap.

Willy came in then and handed Harry a stemless glass of wine. His hand lingered and he momentarily intertwined their fingers before going to sit on the opposite side of the coffee table on the floor. Harry could see his happy trail and his eyes followed it down before he looked up and caught Willy watching him. Harry was over dressed in his button down md skinnies.

"Harry, I caught your show, the last date in London. You are very powerful on stage, no? Where do you find the energy?" Willy sipped his wine and held Harry's eye.

"Umm, it's the adrenaline, the crowd and a bit of fear, I guess."

"It does not look like fear, you look fearless, like a lion. Stalking around, whipping your hair, its very sexy, no?" Willy directed the last question to Laurel and Harry looked at her to catch her response.

He nearly swallowed his tongue when she widened her legs just enough for him to see she was pants-less.

"Harry knows I think he's sexy. I loved when he came to me fresh from a show, sweaty and amped. You were always a little rougher then," her voice, usually a little husky, dipped an octave by the end of her sentence and Harry went from half to fully hard. Her voice did things to him, and her foot had suddenly found his bulge and the quick rub she gave finished the job.

It was decision time, it was clear they were all here for one thing, Harry was unsure if he should move things along or not. His hard cock demanded he stay, but his feelings for Laurel made him pause. This would change things irreparably. He moved his hand to Laurel's calf and and wrapped his hand around the curve of it. She widened her legs and the light shined off her pink lips. He was doing this.

Harry's hand migrated up her leg, passed knee, onto her outer thigh, where he exerted pressure. Laurel responded by placing her glass on the table and sliding her other leg over his lap. Once there, she breathed against his lips, "Hi."

Harry let his hand find her sacrum, "Hi," he said before kissing her. He pressed his lips against hers and was rewarded by her enthusiastic reponse, she slotted her top lip between his and opened just wide enough to give a quick lick of tongue against his. He smiled despite himself. He loved that move. He repeated it and she gasped when he gripped her bottom. He used the opportunity to open his mouth wider against her and slide his wine flavored muscle against hers. The kiss continued and Laurel began to nip at his bottom lip at the exact time her hips began to rock against his lap.

Harry glanced up and found Willy standing behind Laurel. "You both have a lot of clothes on," He commented before reaching between Harry and Laurel and unbuttoning her shirt. "Laurel, help out your friend."

Laurel's hands flew to the button on his blue silk shirt. Between the three of them, they were all topless in moments. Willy pushed his button up off Laurels shoulders, but lingered over her nipples on the way up. Her head fell back on her neck and Harry was slightly jealous that Willy already knew that weakness. Harry replaced Willy's hands with his mouth on her right breast and was rewarded by a moan that was quickly suffocated by the kiss he caught Willy placing on her lips.

Harry's shirt was hanging off his elbows and his jeans were uncomfortably tight. He shifted, "Can we continue this somewhere with more room?"

"Oui," Willy nodded, and helped Laurel to her feet, pinching her bare bottom as she walked in front of him, hastening her motion. By the time Harry made it to the bed room he found them in down the hall, Willy was left in a small pair of black trunks. Nick was right, he had a beautiful body. Willy reclined on the bed and Laurel stradled him. They shared several kisses while Harry watched. But a moment later, Laurel looked up and saw him in the door in just his jeans.

"Harry, come?" she extended her hand to him. He walked to the bed and her hand found the button of his jeans when he was within reach. She unbuttoned him and smiled at Willy knowingly, "You're in for a treat," she promised and pulled Harry free, pumping him several times before leaning over to place him on her lips. He gritted his teeth, her mouth always felt so good. He was distracted until a hand ran up his chest and into his hair, he opened his eyes to find Willy pulling him down to his mouth. Laurel continued to grind on Willy's lap and swallow Harry while the boys shared a kiss.

"Join us, Harry," Willy motioned to the bed and Harry started to move, but not before laurel rid him of his bottoms.

She stroked him twice and smiled at Willy, "gorgeous, right? Just like I said."

"Qui," Willy responded.

Harry blushed, which seemed ridiculous considering his predicament. He watched Laurel as she pulled Willy free, and was momentarily impressed. His eyebrows shot up and his male partner gave him a smug smile. He fitted himself against Laurel's naked back while she stroked Willy's dick. His hands found her sensitive nipples and he rubbed them in circles until she was shaking and she pulled his hair to make him kiss her. He felt the bed shift and saw that Laurel was pulling Willy up, so she was sandwiched between them. She kissed Willy deeply, then switched to Harry before placing her hands gently on the back of their heads to encourage them.

This was a proper kiss, and Harry loved that his mouth was full of a new flavor while his nose was full of Laurel's familiar arousal. A hand found his dick and he wasn't sure whose it was for a moment until he felt its size. When he felt a mouth lick around the tip of it from underneath, he groaned. He pulled away to look down me the yin yang kiss Laurel was giving the crown of his cock. It was a sight.

"Gorgeous," Willy breathed after watching her for a time before pulling her over. "Stand up, cher," he said as he guided her between the two of them. Willy's wet mouth found its way between laurel's legs and her sighs told Harry he was doing something right. She arched her back and his nose found a place in the upper cleft of her ass. He opened his mouth and delved in, rimming it until she leaned forward and he was afforded the ability to lick into it. When he brought his fingers up into play, he fitted two into her wetter opening and one into its neighbor. Laurel rocked onto his fingers and Willy's tongue until she was shaking and both men were holding her up. Her cries reached a fever pitch, and he was surprised to hear his name come out of her mouth. She slide down into his lap and giggled a bit. "Mmmmm," she lolled her head back onto his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple. "I need a minute, can I watch watch you two?"

Harry looked up and over Willy sitting on his haunches on the bed, dripping cock jutting out. He reached forward and cupped Willy's tight scrotum.
"Yeah," he rasped.

"Yes," Willy reached for him and they fondled each other for a moment. "Laurel, can you get lube for me, that drawer," he nodded his instructions while Harry bit his neck.

Laurel opened it quickly and located a small bottle of thick clear fluid and tossed it onto the bed. She continued to watch Harry's descent while Willy picked up the lube and felt herself dampen further when Harry wrapped his lips around Willy.
Whatever Willy's plan had been was interrupted as Harry licked his tip before sliding down his cock. When he neared the base he pulled up and brought his hand up to complete the stroke. Willy moaned while he opened the lube, wetting his fingers with it, and reaching back to begin opening himself up.

At this, Harry caught Willy's hand and pulled off him with a pop. "I want you," he said and he could see the surprise on both his partners faces. Willy nodded and pulled him up with his clean hand to kiss him while bringing his fingers back to Harry's ass. He groaned when the first slick digit easily slipped it. Willy used his other fingers to massage his perineum and when Harry was squirming, he slipped another into his tight passage.

Harry wasn't sure what Laurel was up to, but he could hear her moving to the end of the bed. When Willy pulled him slightly forward and rewet his fingers, he looked back to find her, breathless, red checked, and knuckle deep in her own quim watching Willy open him up. When Willy brought three fingers back to his ass, he leaned forward and Laurel mirrored his motion, watching avidly as he surrendered.

He looked back to Willy when it began to feel more pleasurable than uncomfortable and nodded.

"Turn around," Willy instructed and Harry complied, finding himself nearly face first in Laurel's fragrant lap. She pulled her fingers free and offered them, and he sucked them obediently. It distracted him enough that he didn't feel Willy's entrance until the widest part of his flared head reached Harry's tight ring of muscle. He tensed for a moment and felt Willy rub his right shoulder. Laurel reached forward and licked his lips. Harry opened to her to share the flavor she'd graced him with and groaned aloud when he was breached.

"Oh," he moaned and let his head drop until her felt Willy's slim hips meet his own. After a few strokes, when he came back to himself, he busied himself in Laurel's lap. Her response to fingers and tongue were the loudest he had ever heard. She was excitedly watching the goings on behind him and had wet his fingers repeatedly in her joy. She grabbed Harry's hair and pulled him up after her most recent shutter.

"I can't," she warmed. "Please, please," she begged and Harry pushed back onto Willy, forcing him to his haunches again.

"Come," he said stroking over himself and rolling on a condom. He saw a flash of emotion at that, but she shook it off and he guided her to straddle his lap. "I won't last long," he swore, as Willy thrust deeply behind him.

"I won't either," she licked her fingers and moistened herself for insurance before pointing him home. She sunk slowly and Harry growled at the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded. Laurel bounced on him and provided the motion, rocking him onto Willy's dick. Willy was mewling behind him, whispering in French lowly, either praying or begging. Harry felt him seize up not much later when Laurel came down forcefully. He was suspended between the two and watched Laurel's face open and close before she cried his name out. It was too much, and Harry filled the condom on a gasp.

Laurel's head flopped onto his shoulder and he kissed her temple again, while Willy peppered his back with kisses.

Laurel giggled after long moments of shuddering breaths from all of them.

"Now that was a show!"