Hotel Fairmont pt 3
by blarney stone
Rated NC-17 m/m/m
disclaimers in pt 1
"I really think that should be my job," the Mountie said calmly.
"Fraser!" Kowalski's eyes widened in a combination of shock, fear, and embarrassment. He scrambled to his feet, desperately thinking of a way to explain. "I. ."
"Shhh." Fraser placed a finger to his lips. He glanced at Vecchio, who had hastily fastened his pants and was watching the scene with interest.
Fraser turned his gaze back to Kowalski. He stared deeply into those ice blue eyes and saw himself reflected. Without another word, he slipped Kowalski's jacket off, dropping it on the floor. Slowly, he caressed his shoulders and arms. Kowalski sighed, and nuzzled Fraser's neck. A peaceful smile spread across Fraser's face.
Vecchio watched them blissfully touch each other, and had the strangest sensation, almost as if he were bleeding to death. It felt as if all the life was draining out of his body, and when it was gone there would be nothing left but an empty shell. Mine, mine, should have been mine, he thought, with an eternity of regret.
Fraser caught his eye, and held out his hand to him. "Ray, come," he
whispered.
Without any hesitation, he took the outstretched hand and joined the duo in the embrace. Fraser's sensuous lips invited a kiss. It was brief, hot and left him dying for more. The Mountie then directed his attention at Kowalski, devouring his mouth.
Vecchio felt a bitter stab of jealousy, that was eased considerably by the gentle hand laid against his cheek. Fraser released a gasping Kowalski, and smiled at both Rays. The Rays eyed each other nervously, and then with one accord, began to kiss and lick Fraser.
"Ray," he moaned, savouring the word as if it were the source of all pleasure.
With surprising speed and efficiency, they stripped his clothes off, impeded only by Fraser, as he turned from one to the other for passionate kisses. At last, he stood naked between them.
"A naked Mountie," Kowalski said in awe.
"That's the best kind," Vecchio assured him.
Kowalski ran a hand along Fraser's spine, and Vecchio teased his nipples. The Mountie's eyes closed and he whispered again, "Ray,"
"What?" they said in unison.
"Kiss me," he begged.
"Where?" Kowalski asked.
"Everywhere!"
The desperate plea in his voice drove them into action. Vecchio took the front, and Kowalski the back, and they kissed, licked, and nipped their way down his body. Fraser writhed and groaned, trying to equally touch his pleasurers/tormenters.
Soon the Rays were on their knees; Kowalski bestowing long, languid licks along Fraser's well-muscled rump, and Vecchio, short rough ones along the length of his trembling cock.
"Please!" Fraser begged. "I can't take anymore!!"
Vecchio laughed, "Patience is a virtue, Fraser." But Fraser's weeping cock in front of his nose was too tempting and he throated him, revellng in the Mountie's cry.
He sucked and tongued the tasty dick. Suddenly, Fraser sobbed in delicious agony, and leaned forward, forcing Vecchio to hold hm up. The intrepid Kowalski had parted his cheeks, found his asshole, and was licking him unmercifully.
Fraser's whole body trembled at the unbearable pleasure of the double assault. "I love you, Ray," he whispered. His eyes were closed and it was impossible to tell which one he meant. He came in quick, sharp spasms, filling Vecchio's mouth, and then slid, exhausted to the floor, his head on Kowalski's chest.
Kowalski grinned weakly, and Vecchio noticed the strained expression in his eyes. Poor guy, he thought he hasn't had any yet. He unsnapped his pants and, having Kowalski's full attention, slowly rubbed his dick along Fraser's chest. Kowalski grin turned wicked and he undid his own pants. Pushing the semi-concious mountie into a sitting position, he ground his own cock against the smooth back. Impulsively, he bent forward and kissed Vecchio, who grabbed his head and deepened the kiss.
Trapping the unprotesting mountie between them, they rubbed and thrust against his pale flesh, luxuriating in using his beautiful body as their sex toy. With moans and laughter, they came in a sticky mess.
***
Some time later, Vecchio ground his dick into Kowalski's ass. He had lost all sense of time and space. They could have been there for days making love. He glanced over at Fraser, who leaned exhausted against the bed, his eyes half closed, as he watched Vecchio thoroughly fuck his lover.
Kowalski whimpered and clawed at the threadbare carpet. Vecchio wanted to say something encouraging, but he had energy enough only for the task at hand. So, he pumped the slighter man's cock roughly. That had the desired effect, because he soon climaxed with a shudder and a gurgle. Several more hard thrusts pushed Vecchio over the edge too.
Pushing away and pulling his knees up to his chin, Vecchio sat tiredly. Kowalski snored softly, sleeping the sleep of the not so innocent. Vecchio looked at Fraser and Fraser looked at him.
"That was great," he said.
"It was indeed," the Mountie agreed.
"What time is it?"
"5:34 am." Fraser said quickly.
"How do you do that?" Vecchio asked. Fraser shrugged. Vecchio stretched out his legs and said, "I should be getting back to my own room. I got a plane to catch in 3 and a half hours."
"You could stay."
Vecchio smiled, "You don't really want that and he sure doesn't. Anyway, I've gotta go back because of the kid. I don't want to be a part-time father, who shows up for the odd weekend or an occasional holiday. I swore I'd be a better father to her than mine was to me."
Fraser tilted his head and said sadly, "You don't love Stella."
"Maybe. I think I might have at first. I don't know. Never the way I loved you." He nodded towards Kowalski. "You do love him."
"Oh yes." Fraser eyes rested on his lover. They sparkled, and his face softened. "I do love him. And I know he'll never leave me, as everyone else has. It's what I've wanted all my life."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't give that to you." Vecchio stood up and
gathered his clothes.
"Will we see each other again?" Fraser asked gazing up at him, his expression as clear and guiless as the day they first met.
Vecchio closed his eyes and for a moment, let the memories wash over him again. "I don't think so, Benny," he said softly. He finished dressing and headed for the door.
Pausing, his hand resting on the doorknob, he gave Fraser one last mischievious grin. "Hey Benny, don't let Kowalski wear you out. He insatiable."
"I don't think that's likely, Ray. I have remarkable stamina," Fraser answered, his expression all innocence.
"You do at that," Vecchio agreed. "So long, Benny."
"Goodbye Ray."
Vecchio shut the door behind him, and stood in the hall, lost. Finally, he let his feet guide him to the elevator and then to his room. He packed his suitcase, and rode down to the lobby. He turned his key in at the desk. Standing by the revolving door, he looked around one last time.
"What a dump."
the end.
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