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“You should stay.”
Pendergast looked at Laura, flushed from the excellent wine they’d had at the reception, and blinked.
“...For a nightcap?”
Laura smiled at him; nudged Vincent.
“Sure. It isn’t as though we’re on a schedule. The plane doesn’t leave until six tomorrow night. Besides, we barely got to talk to you today with everything going on…”
Pendergast’s eyes slid to Vincent, gauging his reaction to all this. He’d expected the Lieutenant would be irritated, even angry that his new wife was inviting another man into their honeymoon suite just hours after their nuptials.
But Vincent was grinning at him.
“C’mon, Al. We got more wine in here.”
Decision made, Pendergast smiled back at them both.
“I will tell Proctor I shall be late.”
XXX
They did indeed have more wine inside.
Only a few hours later, Pendergast found himself relaxing on a sumptuous couch in the suite’s living area, gripping a bottle of the nicest vino he’d had since…well, a few hours earlier.
Laura had gotten up a moment earlier, slipping into the bathroom, but Vincent was sprawled on the couch beside the agent, chuckling as he recounted some of the more exotic guests at their wedding.
“Did you see Mrs. Leon’s hat?”
Aloysius smirked into the neck of the bottle.
“I did. I was under the impression she had placed her poodle atop her head.”
This sent Vincent into gales of laughter and Pendergast handed the bottle back with an uncharacteristic grin. Had the lieutenant’s laugh always been this contagious? Perhaps the wine-
“You know it’s much more comfortable in here.”
Pendergast was suddenly very glad that he was no longer holding a bottle as Vinnie almost choked on the alcohol.
Laura was standing in the doorway of the sumptuous bedroom, the comfortable slacks and shirt she’d been wearing for the reception nowhere in sight. Instead she was dressed in a silk slip that barely disguised the black negligee beneath.
The agent shot a glance at Vincent and was somewhat startled- it was the alcohol, surely -to see the man had recovered and was looking right back, a small smile on his face.
He studied that face, familiar as it was, from the broad smile to the soft smile lines around the Lieutenant’s eyes. But those eyes weren’t full of the mirth of a joke or fogged with too much alcohol to make accurate decisions.
He concluded that this was not the face of a man playing a prank.
Finally he stood and took a step towards the bedroom, subtly correcting his gait as he felt the alcohol flow through him with the sudden motion.
He heard rather than saw Vincent following him and felt oddly comforted by his presence as his slender hand found its way to Laura’s cheek.
Their lips barely brushed when he took a breath, murmuring a question.
She answered him by pressing her lips to his.
Things happened quickly after that and soon they were backing to the bed, Pendergast’s hands on Captain Hayward’s slim waist as she led him forward, mouth pressed to hers as their tongues mingled and tasted one another.
The room seemed to spin slightly as they fell to the gorgeous brocade trimmed bedspread, the curtains around the bed billowing out at the motion.
It was then that Pendergast felt a warm, wide hand settle on the small of his back, burning through the silk shirt he wore, jacket long since abandoned on the couch in the living area.
Laura released him and he turned, only to be kissed again, this time with immediate depth and clear hunger.
He parted his lips, tasting the wine they’d been sharing on Vincent’s tongue, slender white hands gripping at the shirt that, though open slightly at the collar, still clung annoyingly to the other man.
The agent’s mind was clouded, though not unpleasantly, with sensation as his fingers finally found the buttons.
Vinnie smiled against his mouth and murmured something that sounded like Pendergast’s name, but it wasn’t until those big, warm hands closed over his wrists that he realized he was trembling.
“Aloysius.”
“I-”
“It’s okay. Let me do it, huh?”
Quieting, the agent watched, silver eyes wide, as the lieutenant unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt, revealing a strong chest covered in curly, dark hair.
Laura hummed from beside him and Pendergast realized she had shed her slip.
“Why don’t you relax, Aloysius? We have all night.”
Pendergast felt Vincent’s hands at his chest, loosening his tie for him, as Laura leaned in and he turned to kiss her again, softer this time.
She hummed in approval, one slim hand resting softly on his shoulder, tugging the shirt back as Vincent undid the buttons, freeing the agent from the suddenly constricting embrace of the fabric.
Emboldened, Aloysius reached for the lieutenant, pulling him in to kiss his neck, his clavicle, only to turn back to the captain for another hungry kiss.
The bed dipped as she pressed him down, hand trailing along his side and leaving little sparks of sensation in its wake.
“There we go. You okay?”
Aloysius hummed and stretched out on the ornate bed spread, silver eyes gazing up at them.
“Perfect.”
Vincent smoothed a large hand over the agent’s chest then, making his breath hitch and his eyes widen just a bit as the other man responded in a voice just a bit rougher than normal.
“Yeah.”
Then he was being kissed again.
Aloysius soon gave up on trying to reach for one or the other as the couple took turns pressing kisses against his neck, his face, his mouth.
It was overwhelming, too much, not enough.
Finally the agent pulled the nearest person- Laura -down to him, rolling to pin her to the mattress, silver eyes blown wide and dark with excitement.
She smirked up at him, her silky black hair spread across the pillow around her beautiful face.
“What’s that look for, big guy?”
Aloysius smirked right back for a moment, then pressed a kiss to her throat, soft but betraying just a hint of teeth.
“Do you happen to have a condom, Mrs. D’Agosta?”
Laughing, Laura waved a hand at Vincent, who chuckled in turn and grabbed a silver packet from a drawer in the nightstand.
Aloysius nodded to him as he took it, catching Vincent’s hand to brush a kiss over his knuckles.
“Why thank you, Mr. D’Agosta.”
Vinnie blushed and shook his head, watching as his new wife unbuckled Aloysius’s belt.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
Cupping the lieutenant’s chin in his hand, the agent smiled.
“Yes. As are the both of you.”
Then he was moving back, slipping off his unbuttoned pants.
Vincent, despite their current state, tried hard not to stare but those silk briefs really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Laura was reaching for Aloysius again but this time the agent simply smiled, sitting back and running slender hands boldly up her long legs, making her shiver as he pressed them open slowly.
“Now I believe it is your turn to relax.”
“What- oh…”
Suddenly Pendergast was between Laura’s legs, stroking a slender fingertip over her black, lace panties and down until she gasped.
Then he was bending down, inclining his head, and Laura arched up, moaning his name as a clever tongue traced the previous route.
Vincent suddenly found himself desperately going through a few Hail Mary’s as he gripped his own cock through his slacks, unable to tear his eyes away as his best friend tugged Laura’s panties to the side and pressed his tongue against her.
Laura moaned again, one hand burying itself in silky, blonde hair as she reached with the other for her husband.
Vincent moved to her immediately and they met in a searing kiss as Pendergast, undeterred, pressed his face between Laura’s legs, tongue swirling over her clit, strong hands moving to keep her legs open as she shuddered and gasped above him.
The agent hummed against her, pressing his tongue between her folds and deeper, tasting her as slender fingers traced her inner thighs.
It wasn’t long and her legs were shaking, trying to close of their own accord, but Pendergast’s grip remained firm as that clever tongue lapped into her, over her.
Then a big hand was running its way down his back, over his side, and the agent gave a soft moan, recognizing that touch as Vincent’s, warm and solid and sure.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” he heard the man murmur, his voice just slightly rougher than usual, and Aloysius couldn’t help but pause to claim that mouth with his own, slipping two slender fingers into Laura as he did so.
Laura arched, gasping as the agent’s fingers moved and twisted inside her, watching as her new husband slid a hand over the other man’s nearly hairless chest, down his stomach to the front of those expensive looking briefs.
As soon as D’Agosta’s fingertips brushed beneath the waistband, Aloysius’s hips twitched forward, a shuddering moan escaping him as his own fingers rocked quickly into Laura until she too was moaning, trembling against the coverlet as her own hips jerked, long legs finally closing over the agent’s hand.
The agent took a moment to bend and kiss the captain, murmuring soft encouragement against her lips, until finally Laura gasped and let her thighs relax, releasing him.
“Fuck…”
Aloysius kissed her forehead, her mouth, her chest, over the lacy black bra.
Laura smiled up at him a little blearily.
“Not bad, Mr. Pendergast.”
He hummed in response, then those silver eyes went wide as he was tugged back into Vincent’s arms; pulled into a deep kiss.
“Vincent-”
“Let me take care of you.”
It was a testament to Pendergast’s absolutely trust in the other man that he did not protest, but rather lifted his chin up, seeking Vincent’s mouth, parting his lips greedily.
Vincent kissed back, tasting his new wife on the agent’s tongue and shivered, one hand stealing down once again to the front of Aloysius’s briefs, under the waistband once more, as he murmured in the agent’s ear.
“So fucking hard just from eating her out, hm? God, you’re amazing…”
Aloysius could only moan in response, hips rocking forward.
“Vincent… please…”
And the lieutenant, who could never find it in himself to refuse Pendergast anything, took him in hand, stroking him slowly, firmly before turning him around, shimmying out of his own pants so he can press his own erection to Aloysius’s, doing his best to wrap a hand around them both.
Pendergast jerked his hips up, rocking against him slowly at first, his silver eyes boring into the lieutenant’s.
“M-My dear Vincent…”
“Aloysius…”
Their lips met, desperate and messy as they came undone together, Pendergast’s teeth scraping over the other man’s lips and then down over his neck, to his shoulder before the agent suddenly pushed Vincent back on the bed, hips hitching as his cock twitched against the lieutenant’s.
Their mouths crashed together again and this time Vincent cried out against him, coming hard over his hand and Pendergast’s cock, triggering the agent’s own gasping, desperate orgasm.
No sooner than Vincent caught his breath, Laura was up, kissing his face, then Pendergast’s as he came down.
At some point she’d shed the lingerie and both men gazed at her, eyes clouded with lust and pleasure.
The captain smirked, spreading her legs slowly, deliberately, and cupped one heavy breast in her hand.
“Come here, you two.”
[The Next Morning]
Sunlight streamed into the big bow window in the hotel bedroom, bright beams stretching over the plush window seat and across the bed, which was in complete disarray, pillows and sheets bunched and draping over the floor which was in turn decorated with various items of clothing.
The rays finally settled across the three figures on that bed and the man in the middle wrinkled his nose at the sudden intrusion, turning to bury his pale, aristocratic face against the chest of the man beside him, sighing contentedly again as the arms around him tightened in response.
Vincent, half awake, smiled against Aloysius’s hair.
“Good morning.”
The agent stayed where he was but murmured a response, slightly muffled against the other man’s chest, “It is.”
On his other side, Laura shifted, stretching.
“I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.”
“A cup of tea would be most invigorating.” Aloysius agreed, but he was looking at Vincent, silver eyes watchful.
The lieutenant caught his gaze, leaned forward, kissing over those pale eyelids.
“Let me order.”
When those remarkable eyes opened again, they were clear, content.
Laura watched them and smiled.
This was shaping up to be a very good honeymoon, indeed.