Introductions

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Part 36

Robert found his eyes closing after less than a moment of staring at the tableau that greeted him once he walked into the house and to the bedroom door.

Trevor... and Elliot. Elliot... and Trevor. Wrapped around each other, arms loose but close over each others' bodies.

It was... enticing, he knew, although a large part of him was still freaked that he could be attracted... interested... so soon after what had happened.

Then again, he thought, remembering the old woman he'd run into in what had obviously been a reservation town now that he thought about it, although it had had a 7-11 and a Shell station... maybe he was ready to let it go.

'Do not dwell,' she'd said, latching on to his arm as he'd gotten out of the car-- and hadn't THAT freaked him out-- 'The one who hurt you has been removed. He shall never harm another. Your best revenge' she'd gone on, 'Is in not letting him best you.'

Then she'd grinned an almost toothless smile and kissed his cheek and he'd felt...better. Felt blessed, almost.

So he'd shopped, frowning slightly at the lack of flavoured or scented lubricants. He had a feeling Elliot and Trevor liked that sort of thing, after all. Still, the standard KY would undoubtedly be better than the bottle of olive oil he'd seen Trev sneaking out of the bedroom.

Robert shook his head quickly, his eyes opening again to gaze lengthily over the two bodies. His hands shook and he swallowed hard, even as he slowly divested himself of jacket, shirt, shoes, socks, pants... everything but the boxer-briefs he'd gotten so comfortable wearing.

He looked at them again, trying to make a choice since they were too close together to slide between, then moved to the left, lifting the covers and slipping into the bed behind Trevor, pressing himself gently against the long, lean form, spooning him tightly.

One arm slid over the warm, toned bodies, his hand finally stopping as it found Elliot's ribs and made a home there, cupped over the curve of rib cage and back and his eyes closed, just basking in the comfort and pleasure he felt at being able to... touch... without the gut-wrenching distress he'd almost become used to.

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Wide brown eyes met equally wide blue ones, although neither Trevor nor Elliot wanted to speak and possibly make Robert pull away.

Instead, their eyes spoke volumes for a few moments before closing again in agreement.

Trevor murmured softly, rocking back slightly against Robert's groin. He smiled, feeling the interested stirring even as he held Elliot closer. Their boy was apparently able to get an erection again, and that was a good thing. "Mmmmffff..." he let himself mumble, rocking just a bit harder and faster, "Baby..."

What the hell was he doing, Robert wondered. Trevor was obviously sleeping and here HE was pressing against him and... it was too much like what had happened. Not that he would ever... He shuddered at the thought and tried to pull himself away. He remembered VERY well how it had felt when he'd finally shaken off the drugs, and...

Elliot frowned, his hand stretching beyond Trevor to find one tense and shaking hip. "Mmmm... Robert," he murmured, pulling the young man closer and giving him a falsely sleepy gaze as he raised his head to peer over Trev's form, "Darlin'... where you been...?"

Trevor took that as a signal and stretched slightly, looking over his shoulder and smiling at the young blond. "Dreamt I felt you behind me... dreamt that you were hard and... wanting me, baby..." He made himself pout just a bit with obvious disappointment. "But it's okay, Robert," he mumbled, turning his head to rest against Elliot's arm and hide his hopeful smile. "Told you... we can wait..." He stretched again, his back rubbing gently against Robert's chest.

And that was just about enough, Robert figured. He was… damaged, not DEAD.

He pressed himself hard against Trevor's back, the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs catching slightly against the fabric of Trevor's sweats as he rubbed against him, one arm worming its way under two toned bodies while the other took the easy route and wrapped over them.

"I... bloody hell," he moaned softly. "Bloody... Trevor... I... I'm sorry," he whispered as he rocked against the soft yet firm ass pressing back into him. "I'm... sorry... I can't..." he gasped again as his breath hitched and his arms tightened and he felt himself shoot off in his underwear less than a moment later, much to his own embarrassment.

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He wasn't sure of how he'd wound up between the two older men again, but Robert was entirely certain that he didn't care, although his underwear was kind of... sticky. Still, he was amazed that he wasn't freaking out. In fact, his only real reaction other than shaking a bit was the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as warm, strong hands stroked his chest softly.

"I... I'm sor..." he mumbled, swallowing hard at the soft, gentle touches.

"Hush, darlin'," Elliot said with a smile, his fingers gingerly roaming over one small, pale pink nipple. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"El's right, baby," Trevor purred, staring at the young man's face raptly. "Unless what you're sorry about is not letting us see your face when you came... you must have been so beautiful, Robert... just as beautiful as you are right now."

The younger blond's sigh was shaky and embarrassed but not unhappy. "I... this isn't normal, is it?" he finally asked quietly, forcing himself to meet brown eyes then blue ones. "It's only been... not long," he said, nearly whispering the last.

Elliot gave Trevor one sharp look, nodding as his lover somehow understood and joined him in laying down beside their boy, wrapping gently but firmly around him.

"Robert," he said softly, "There's no predetermined length of time with this sort of thing, okay?" His hand slid up the shivering chest, finally cupping one soft, tense cheek. "And maybe you wouldn't be ready for even this much if we weren't HERE, darlin'. In this place. And I... I think Trev's Powers might have something to do with how you're feeling, too."

Trevor chuckled, shifting just a bit to lay his head on Robert's shoulder, his fingers trailing slowly across the smaller man's upper abdomen. "I thought it was those manitous of yours, baby..."

The older blond laughed and rolled his eyes. "It's Manitou. No ‘s’. And they're not mine, they're... I guess they belong to this place. But either way, they're powers too and I think maybe... they wanted you better, darlin'," he finished, his hand on Robert's cheek pulling him to look his way.

It would be so easy to think of that as another violation if it were true, but... he didn't want to feel violated anymore, Robert decided.

No... he wanted to feel blessed, just as he'd felt earlier... and as he hoped to feel again soon if he could manage to... push himself. He wasn't fully sure that he was ready to engage in complete intimacy, but... "I want... bloody hell," he managed before stopping himself with a hot blush.

"What, baby?" Trevor whispered, his fingers slowly and subtly slipping just a bit farther down the surprisingly toned and chiseled body. "What do you want? We... we'll give you anything, okay?"

"Yeah, darlin'... whatever you want, whatever you need. We... Christ, don't get scared, Robert, but we... love you, okay? I know we kinda implied it the other day, but… it needs to be said plainly. We LOVE you. ANYTHING you want or need, we’ll see to it, okay?" He nodded at the suddenly wide-eyed gaze the words got him then Elliot leaned a minuscule distance closer, pressing his mouth simply to soft pink lips he hadn't tasted since DC.

Robert's eyes were still wide, although somewhat misty when Elliot pulled back. He glanced down quickly, swallowing hard again as he watched Trevor's hand move over his skin. "I want... bloody hell, I... can we... try? I just..." he blushed again. "I'd like to try... bloody... I love you, too. B-both of you." And didn't that make him feel just a little bit like a slut? Two men? And he... yes, he loved them both. He just didn't know if he could bear to...

Trevor smiled and raised his head, looking carefully at his lover and their young man. "I'm voting that we take it slow, baby," he murmured, taking his turn to kiss the young, skittish blond gently. "But you're in charge, Robert," he added softly, meeting the still-damp brown eyes with a serious but loving gaze. "If we-- either of us-- cross the line even a little, you have to promise you'll say so, okay?"

"And we'll stop, darlin'," Elliot whispered sincerely. "We'll stop pushing and just... do everything we can to make you smile. We're trusting you to know your own limits and... we'll never hurt you, love. I promise you that."

And somehow, that had been just what he'd needed to hear, Robert realized. "I know," he said softly, his eyes traveling from one loving stare to the other. "I do know... and I trust you." It was important for him to say it. Important that he say it to THEM. "I... couldn't love you if I didn't... trust you."

Trevor and Elliot exchanged one deep, promising look before focusing their attentions on their boy. They would do everything they could to ensure that Robert felt nothing but joy and pleasure in whatever happened that day... and no matter what point they DID stop at, they had time.

Time to let their new love get used to them, to their touches, their hands, their lips, tongues and moans... and one day soon, they knew, their boy would want, need, desire the entirety of them. And that day would be soon enough.

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(A/N: MANY thanks to Cathy, Kat, Littlest Coyote, val & RemityGirl for their kind reviews. *grins* So glad you're enjoying!

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