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“Fuck, Angel — is this what it’s like to hang out with us?”
Crowley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of Aziraphale’s rental car, taking his eyes off the twilit road for just a moment to check on Chris and Matt in the backseat. They were wrapped tightly around each other, making out with such single-minded abandon that Crowley felt like an extra in a teen sexploitation movie. As he watched, Chris slipped his hand between Matt’s thighs, palming his cock through his jeans, and Matt groaned, rutting against his touch. Crowley felt a little leap behind his navel, his own cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper as he drove.
Aziraphale chuckled. “You’d have to ask Mimi — or Anathema.”
Crowley chanced another look. Both of Matt’s hands were under Chris’s shirt, pushing the thin material up to his armpits. “Were we ever this bad?”
“I can think of at least a few times.”
Crowley waved a hand. “Eh, who the fuck cares. Not like I don’t know way more about their sex lives than I ever wanted to know.”
Even if Crowley couldn’t see Aziraphale’s eyeroll, he could hear it. “Darling, we all know that you live to find out about other people’s sex lives.”
“I’m a pervert, what can I say?” Crowley shrugged.
It was just after seven o'clock, and they were on their way from the campground to the hotel, which was about fifteen minutes away. Chris and Matt had left the faire a bit before closing time, citing a desire to shower and prep for the evening. But when Crowley and Aziraphale had arrived back at the camper after Crowley’s last show, the bed was a lot more rumpled than it had been that morning, and the guys looked rather disheveled and more than a little smug. No matter — after a second round of showers, and a quick dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup, the four of them squashed into the little dinette in the camper, they’d packed overnight bags and loaded into the rental car for the short drive.
“I think the turn-in is just up there,” Aziraphale murmured, and Crowley spun the wheel, guiding the sedan into a nondescript parking lot on a nondescript stretch of road that could have been anywhere in suburban America. He pulled up to the front door to let Aziraphale out.
“Why don’t you check us in?” Crowley suggested. “I’m gonna go and park in a dark corner and keep an eye out so we don’t get nailed with a public indecency charge.”
“Excellent plan, darling.” Aziraphale climbed out of the car, and Crowley drove halfway around the building, finally parking in the corner furthest away from the door.
“Hey, uh — guys?” he ventured. “We’re here.”
In response, Matt unbuckled his seatbelt and straddled Chris’s lap, and Chris slipped his hands into Matt’s back pockets, gripping his ass. Crowley sighed, tipping his head back against the driver’s seat and shutting his eyes.
He could think of several things he had probably done to deserve this.
A knock on the window made him open his eyes. “We’re on the third floor, in the back corner,” Aziraphale said, when Crowley opened the door. “So we just need to get these two through the lobby, I suppose.”
Crowley clambered out and opened the rear door. “HEY!!!!”
Chris and Matt pulled apart with a noise like a plunger, and Crowley laughed.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs, unless you just want to fuck in the car, in which case Az and I will go upstairs and have a very good time on our own.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Chris chuckled, but they clambered out of the backseat.
After the late evening ride, the hotel lobby was too bright, too corporate, too much white tile and tasteful furniture, so they made their way quickly through the space — Crowley and Aziraphale in front, with Matt and Chris behind them. When they got into the elevator, Chris threw his arm around Matt’s shoulders, pulling him close, and Matt reached up to lace their fingers together. Crowley and Aziraphale leaned against the opposite wall, hand in hand, and when Crowley met Matt’s eyes, Matt bit back a smile, his eyes dancing. Crowley couldn’t help chuckling in response.
“Fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have left you two alone together,” Chris teased. “See, Az? They have a secret language now and they’re conspiring against us.”
“Oh, I think we’ll find it’s for our benefit, actually,” Aziraphale replied loftily. He squeezed Crowley’s hand, and Crowley turned to look down at him. He could fucking look at Aziraphale forever and it still wouldn’t be enough time.
When the elevator pinged to announce the third floor, they all jumped.
“Fuck, did they give us the farthest room from the elevator?” Crowley complained as they made their way down the tastefully gray hallway.
“They heard you were coming, and they know how loud you are when you’re being fucked,” Matt replied innocently, and Chris snorted.
Crowley cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Probably because you couldn’t hear him at all,” Chris snickered, and Crowley gave him a playful shove.
“I never have trouble keeping him quiet when I want him to be,” Aziraphale mused. “Perhaps the two of you simply need more practice.” He reached over to squeeze Crowley’s ass, and Crowley gave him a secret smile.
Finally, they reached the room. Aziraphale opened the door, and they all piled inside, dropping overnight bags in various corners and shrugging off shoes and jackets. When they were done, they found themselves in an awkward knot in the middle of the room, between the two queen beds and the flatscreen TV. Matt was flicking his eyes from face to face, a ball of nervous energy, and Aziraphale was fiddling with the bottom hem of his sweater vest, pulling it down and then smoothing it over his middle. Chris began to laugh.
“You’d think after all this time and all the fucking we’ve done, we’d have graduated beyond fidgeting and staring at each other,” he joked.
“Oh, are we here to fuck?” Crowley asked incredulously. “I thought this was the Quarterly Board Game Meetup for Middle-Aged Queers. I was all ready to play Risk.”
“Oh my goodness, could you imagine?” Aziraphale gasped.
“Relationship-ending,” Matt agreed. “A total disaster.”
As the laughter died down, they all sized each other up once more, the mood this time considerably hungrier, but no one moved. Finally, Matt sighed.
“All it takes, really, is for someone to break the ice.” He reached for Chris’s hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss against the knuckles. Then, with his other hand, he reached for Crowley. “Come here, babe.”
Crowley stepped forward, his mouth suddenly a little dry, and Matt put Chris’s hand into his.
“Go on, then, you two,” Matt prompted.
“Hey, there,” Chris murmured, taking Crowley’s face in both hands. Of course, he and Chris had kissed many times before, and Crowley generally knew what to expect — hard, lustful, more than a little possessive. But this wasn’t like that at all. Chris cradled Crowley’s face, long fingers snaking into his scarlet hair, and the kiss was soft, searching. He wrapped his arms around Chris’s back, hands splayed across his shoulder blades, and was vaguely aware of Matt and Aziraphale coming together beside them. Just before Chris released him, he put his lips close to Crowley’s ear.
“Thank you, Red — for everything,” he murmured.
“Any time,” Crowley whispered back, then turned to throw his arms around Aziraphale’s neck.
It was, well — fucking nice, actually, the four of them relaxing into each other with no particular agenda in mind, simply enjoying the fact that they were together. Sometimes they planned these encounters weeks in advance, the group chat filled with porn stills and innuendo, posturing back and forth, plans for particular things they wanted to try. But this time, they were meeting spontaneously, and all four of them were emotional after the events of the past week — Crowley could feel it in the air, warbling through the room as they traded partners, drawing each other into languid kisses. Garments were beginning to come off — Crowley lost his T-shirt almost immediately, and Matt wasn’t far behind, moaning into Crowley’s mouth as Chris and Aziraphale kissed his shoulders. A little while later, Crowley stood behind Aziraphale, dragging the sweater vest over his head to give Chris access to his buttons, and soon the white shirt hung open while Chris ran his hands over Aziraphale’s furry chest.
Crowley had just turned away from the pair of them when Matt threw an arm around his neck, crushing their mouths together with a burst of intensity. Crowley leaned into it, slipping a hand into Matt’s waistband and spreading his fingers across Matt’s ass, lifting him into the kiss as Matt wriggled against him. Chris and Aziraphale must have noticed the shift in mood, because suddenly they were on either side of the pair, mismatched hands brushing down Crowley’s back, caressing his shoulders. And so, all three of them were right there to watch as Matt slithered down Crowley’s torso, leaving kisses as he went, settling on the floor and beginning to undo Crowley’s jeans.
“Hey baby, do you need some company down there?” Chris rumbled, caressing Matt’s cheek as he drew Crowley’s cock out into the open.
Matt shook his head. “No, I need —” He reached out to either side, catching both Chris and Aziraphale by the belt loops and pulling them in close.
As he took Crowley’s cock on his tongue, Crowley groaned, letting his hand drop into Matt’s tousled hair. “Fuck, he’s actually going for it —”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Chris grumbled, and began to unbuckle his belt. Aziraphale raised his eyebrows and followed suit, then leaned in, drawing Crowley into a kiss as Matt began to take him apart.
Matt was in heaven.
He was kneeling on the carpeted floor, his three lovers all pressed in around him, groaning in turn as he serviced them, hands caressing his hair, his face, his shoulders as he moved from one to the next. The truth was, he had always been a bit of a service sub, and he had fantasized about doing something like this for some time, taking care of all three of them as they passed him back and forth like a toy. And doing it tonight, when he was simply spilling over with so much love for everyone in the room, made it all the sweeter. There was Chris, who — well, the reasons were obvious, but there was also the fact that Chris had known what he needed in the first place, and had given him the space to find it for himself. Crowley, who had spent the whole week building his confidence and helping him to see what he had sitting right in front of him. And Aziraphale, who had clearly done a lot behind the scenes — someday, Chris and Matt would talk it all out and make a list of every reason they had to be incredibly grateful.
But now was not the time for that. Chris had just pulled away with a groan, and now Matt was taking Crowley’s cock deep into the back of his throat, writhing with pleasure as he listened to Crowley’s keening cries, legs shaking as he thrust lightly into the heat of Matt’s mouth. Suddenly, Crowley breathed in sharply, and Matt opened his eyes to look up. Chris and Aziraphale were pressed in close on either side, each of them with a hand on his chest, rolling his nipple piercings between their fingers. Aziraphale was tilting Crowley’s chin to the side, slipping his tongue into Crowley’s mouth, and Chris was mouthing over his shoulder.
“Nnnnngghh, gonna come if you all keep doing that —” Crowley burst out, and grabbed Matt gently by the hair, redirecting him toward Aziraphale.
“Oh — oh my goodness —” Aziraphale moaned, and a heavier hand joined Crowley’s on the top of Matt’s head.
“Couldn’t you just watch him for hours?” Chris murmured to Crowley, and Crowley moaned in response. A third hand cupped Matt’s head from behind, directing him to go deeper, faster, and Matt complied, arching his back and tilting his head to give Chris a better view. “That’s it, you gorgeous little slut. You’re so fucking hot with a cock in your mouth —”
“Three cocks,” Crowley breathed, sounding a little punch-drunk, and Matt whined, reaching out to wrap a hand around the back of his thigh while he held on to Aziraphale with the other.
Chris’s fingers snaked around Matt’s throat, and Matt knew that he was feeling for the outline of Aziraphale’s cock, and so he sank even further, giving it his all, Aziraphale’s moans muffled by Crowley’s lips pressed against his open mouth. His own cock was almost painfully hard in his jeans, aching to be let out into the open, to be touched, but he held on, savoring the taste of Aziraphale’s skin, the closeness of the three bodies hemming him in, the sighs of pleasure all around him as the men above him traded kisses with one another.
“Fuck, we need to move this to the bed,” Chris groaned, giving Matt’s hair a firm tug. “My future husband’s sweet ass remains tragically unfucked and I think something needs to be done about that.”
Crowley rumbled a laugh. “Addicting, isn’t it? Well, if your future husband could take my husband’s cock out of his mouth for just a minute, I think we could make that happen.”
“You’re both ridiculous,” Aziraphale huffed, and Matt could only imagine the eyeroll that must have accompanied those words. But he stepped back obligingly, pulling out of Matt’s throat with a soft pop, and then three pairs of hands were lifting Matt to his feet, lifting him entirely, actually, as they all tumbled the short distance to the bed.
Aziraphale went down on his back, flat among the pillows, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, and Matt reached for the waistband of his khakis, pulling off everything below the waist as he knelt on the bed. He felt a light shove between his shoulder blades, and he shrugged, folding forward and licking a stripe up the side of Aziraphale’s cock before taking him on his tongue once more. As he began to bob his head, he felt multiple hands stripping him bare, tilting his ass upward and nudging his knees apart.
“Who has the lube?” Chris asked.
“Az always does — here, let me —” Crowley replied, and Matt heard him shuffling on the floor, followed by a grunt of thanks from Chris, the bed dipping between Matt’s knees.
“Darling, come here —” Matt noted a little smugly how breathless Aziraphale was, and he looked up just in time to see Crowley straddling Aziraphale’s face, taking his own cock in hand and groaning as Aziraphale’s tongue began to do its work.
Then Chris was budging up behind him, a slick finger massaging his entrance, and he closed his eyes, giving in to the sounds and sensations all around him.
“Fucking hell, Angel, you’re going to put me in the hospital —”
Crowley was kneeling at the head of the bed, rocking his hips lightly as Aziraphale’s tongue laved over his entrance, slick and dripping and perfect. Aziraphale was giving it his all, licking and sucking with practiced ardor, clearly transferring everything he was feeling into the actions of his lips. Crowley, meanwhile, was doing his best to hold off, not allowing his pleasure to build too much, thankful for the two trysts earlier in the day that gave him some hope of making it through this without tapping out too early. But the tableau before him was definitely making that difficult. Aziraphale’s broad chest was heaving, his nipples tight pink buds, his legs spread wide as Matt continued to deepthroat his cock. And behind Matt was Chris, holding on to his hips, thumbing him open, watching his own cock disappearing in and out of Matt’s hole.
As Crowley watched, Chris lifted his head and winked, his brown eyes meeting Crowley’s across all the activity between them. It was simply, scorchingly hot, and as Crowley lightly palmed his cock, it occurred to him that he’d had each of them in the way they were having each other right now. He knew what it was to be pounded into oblivion by Chris, to sink into Matt’s tight heat, to be taken apart by Matt’s clever mouth, to feel Aziraphale’s cock heavy on his tongue, pushing against the back of his throat. And he couldn’t help smiling at the intimacy of it, the way they all fit together, bringing each other so much pleasure.
Beneath him, Aziraphale was struggling, fingers scrabbling at his upper thighs, and Crowley pushed up to his knees, clambering off to the side.
“You okay, Angel?”
“Yes, I am, I just needed —” Aziraphale sat up, resting a gentle hand on Matt’s hair. “Sweetheart, you’re such a wonder, but I need a moment to regroup, or else I’ll be put completely out of commission.”
Matt pulled off with a grin, pushing back against Chris’s cock as he rubbed his jaw. “Sorry, Az.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, my dear!” Aziraphale sat back against the headboard, fluffing the pillows around him and settling into them luxuriously. Crowley crawled over to join him, kneeling between his spread thighs and lifting his face for a deep, searching kiss that tasted of sex.
“Can I do anything for you?” Crowley rumbled.
“I just want to watch for a minute, darling,” Aziraphale replied. “Besides, I think someone may be waiting for you.”
Crowley looked over his shoulder, only to meet Matt’s eyes, warm and inviting in the soft light. He had sat back on his haunches, and he was undulating slowly in Chris’s lap, sliding up and down his cock while Chris held him close, mouthing at the side of his neck. But when he caught Crowley’s eye, he held out both arms, and what was Crowley to do other than to go to him?
The kiss was purposeful, romantic, laced with every deep truth they’d shared with one another over the past week, every moment they’d spent together. Crowley cradled Matt’s face in his hands, and Matt wrapped his arms around Crowley, one hand supporting his middle back, the other dipping below his waist, teasing his cleft with a single finger. Crowley heard a pleased groan from Chris, a low chuckle, and then Matt was pushing forward, claiming Crowley’s mouth with purpose, cradling him gently as he laid Crowley out on the bed.
When he landed, Crowley found himself pillowed against Aziraphale’s chest, broad hands making him comfortable, smoothing down his arms as Matt put his hands on Crowley’s thighs pushing them outward to make space to kneel between them.
“This is hot as fuck,” Chris growled, and Aziraphale hummed in agreement, twining his fingers into Crowley’s hair and kissing his temple. “Here, Az — looks like they’re gonna need this —”
Crowley’s guess that the lube had changed hands was confirmed when Aziraphale’s fingers slipped between his cheeks, sliding in and out of his hole, already dampened and relaxed by Aziraphale’s tongue. When Aziraphale pulled away to prep Matt, Crowley whined at the loss, rolling his hips upward and gripping Matt by the back of the neck, pouring all of his horny frustration into the motions of his lips and tongue.
“Shhh, I have you —” Matt giggled, stopping to press their foreheads together.
“And I do, too,” Aziraphale murmured into his ear, lightly massaging his shoulders.
“And I’m just sitting here trying not to come untouched watching this,” Chris added from behind Matt, and they all chuckled.
“Need —” Crowley whimpered. “Need —”
“Shhh —” Matt said again, and slipped easily inside him.
“Matty —” Crowley breathed, wrapping his arms around Matt’s neck and giving in, letting himself be taken.
He was going to break apart, surrounded by this much tenderness. Matt was driving into him with purpose, his pace languid, sensual, his arms braced on the bed on either side of Aziraphale’s hips. Crowley’s knees were spread wide, resting on Aziraphale’s bent legs, and Aziraphale’s hands were everywhere — gently combing through his hair, bending his knees back at just the right angle, finding his chest and thumbing over his nipples, brushing his shoulders and neck. From his position braced against Aziraphale’s torso, Crowley could reach up to draw Matt into a kiss, or tilt his head up and to the side to find Aziraphale’s lips, and so he did both, trading back and forth between his husband and his lover as Matt began to take him apart.
“Mind if I join you?” Chris growled, budging in close and resting a proprietary hand on Matt’s shoulders.
“Please — but how do I —?” Matt’s voice was a little uncertain.
“Just sit still for a minute and let him in,” Crowley murmured. “And then you set the pace, and he’ll follow.”
“What he said,” Chris agreed. “I won’t do it until you’re ready.”
“Ready,” Matt whispered, and shut his eyes, one of Aziraphale’s hands curving around his upper arm as Crowley stroked the back of his neck. Then — “Hnnnggghh — fuck —”
“I’ll follow your lead, baby,” Chris said, gripping Matt’s hips as he slid all the way in.
Matt tried a few experimental thrusts, forward into Crowley and then back onto Chris’s cock. “Oh, fuck, this is amazing — not sure if I’m gonna last —”
“None of us fucking are —” Crowley moaned. “Just move —”
Crowley wasn’t going to think about how good Matt must be feeling, about what it was like to bury your cock in a tight ass while being expertly pounded by a top who knew what he was doing. He wasn’t going to think about how confident Matt had grown over the course of the week, how he seemed perfectly comfortable now, claiming Crowley’s body and lighting him up with pleasure. He wasn’t going to think about the gravitational pull that brought the two of them together, and how their dynamic had changed in just a few days. He wasn’t going to think about Aziraphale behind him, groaning his approval into Crowley’s ear, his well-practiced fingers pinching at Crowley’s nipples, his cock a hard and insistent ridge along Crowley’s spine. He wasn’t going to think about what it felt like to be on the receiving end of Chris’s attention, roughly fucked with filthy words poured into his ear. He wasn’t going to think about the sweat beading on Matt’s brow, dripping onto Crowley’s chest as he thrashed back and forth between his two lovers, nearly sobbing his pleasure. He wasn’t going to think about — he wasn’t —
“Az — Angel, please —” He reached for Aziraphale’s hands, gripping his strong fingers.
“What is it, love?”
“Don’t let me — don’t want to — want to wait for you —”
Aziraphale extracted one hand from Crowley’s grip and wound it into the hair at the base of his skull, pulling just hard enough to hurt a little. “You will not come, darling — you will hold on and you will wait — I know you won’t disappoint me, you precious thing, that you will do exactly as I say — that you will save yourself for me —”
Crowley turned his face into Aziraphale’s neck, listening to the whispered words, the exhortations to control himself, to save himself for his husband, even as his legs shook, even as Chris took over, pounding Matt into Crowley’s hole with each thrust, their combined weight nailing his prostate over and over, making him cry out against Aziraphale’s damp skin.
And then Matt was falling apart, and Crowley felt it, felt the semen spilling inside him as Matt shook to pieces, and Chris was groaning too, slumping forward over Matt’s back, and suddenly it was too much — he needed to get up — he needed —
“Off, off, off — I love you both, but off —”
And Matt and Chris were pulling out, tumbling to either side, hands pushing and pulling, helping him up to his knees, and he was turning in the middle of the bed, throwing one leg over Aziraphale’s hips and sinking down, sliding directly onto his cock, eased by the filthy squelch of his hole, the come that was already inside him, beginning to trickle down his inner thigh —
“Oh — oh, my darling —”
Crowley saw Aziraphale’s eyes go dark, the gold flecks in his windswept irises consumed by his pupils, big and round with desire as he wrapped his strong hands around Crowley’s hips. And then Crowley began to bounce, Aziraphale’s cock sliding in and out of him as he moved, both of them moaning, curses and endearments and words of encouragement. And there were hands finding his shoulders, his hips, his thighs, stroking down Aziraphale’s arms, across his chest. And Crowley thought about that night under the stars, next to the lake, about how small he’d felt, how insignificant, with the entire cosmos spread out above him — and he realized that he didn’t need the cosmos, didn’t need that vast spread of infinity, when he had his own infinity right here with the people he loved most, when he knew for sure that he was a supernova, on the tip of an explosion that not even the universe would be able to contain —
He tried an experimental tug on his cock, then held out his palm, not knowing which of his lovers provided the needed slick to ease his way. When he wrapped his hand around himself once more, he groaned, knowing that it wouldn’t be long, not when Aziraphale was looking up with such naked ardor, his curls a wild tangle around his head, not when his husband’s perfect cock was lighting him up from within, fucking Matt’s come right back into him with every bounce of his hips —
“Darling, you’re magnificent — perfect — and I’m close, so close, so ready for you — you can come for me, my love — whenever you’re ready —”
Crowley howled, spilling over his fist, painting Aziraphale’s chest as Aziraphale caught him by the hips, pulling him down hard and sitting up nearly all the way as he filled Crowley to the brim. As they came down from their high, Crowley threw an arm around Aziraphale’s shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss that said everything, every word, every feeling that coursed through his veins. When Aziraphale finally pulled away, his eyes were damp, and he rolled Crowley onto the bed, tucking him against his furry chest.
“Would anyone like a towel?” Matt asked, and they all agreed, taking turns wiping the worst of the mess from each other’s bodies until they were relatively clean, then collapsing back into the pillows together, all of them completely worn out.
“Well, I know one thing,” Chris said, breaking the silence.
“What’s that?” Crowley asked.
“You three are the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.”
And honestly? Crowley had to agree.
Matt should have been sleeping. It was about two in the morning, and he could hear the sounds of slumber all around him. Crowley and Aziraphale had decided to stay in the bed where they’d fucked, while Matt and Chris had decamped to the other bed. After quick trips to the shower for everyone to clean up, they’d all decided on an early night, chatting from their respective beds until they had dropped off one by one. Matt had gone to sleep readily enough, with Chris’s naked body spooned around him, one slumber-heavy arm thrown over his waist. But now Chris was lying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows, and Matt was wide awake, staring up at the dimly-lit ceiling and trying to sort the tangle of his thoughts.
He pushed himself up on his elbows, peering across the darkened room at the other bed. Crowley seemed much smaller and more vulnerable in sleep, without his outsized personality filling the room. He was curled up on his side, long hair swept over his shoulder, hands clasped to his chest. Aziraphale was wrapped protectively around him, holding him close, snoring gently, his face buried in the nape of Crowley’s neck. Matt had enjoyed borrowing Crowley all week, snuggling together for warmth in the little bed in the camper van, the spring nights chilly even on the warmest days. But grateful as he was for all of it, he was ready to go back to his own life, to all the new beginnings that awaited him back home.
“Can’t sleep?” Chris’s whisper was a little groggy in the darkness.
“Oh — sorry, Daddy,” Matt murmured back, sliding back down into the pillows. Chris threw an arm and a leg over his body, pinning him in place and pressing a sleepy kiss against his bare shoulder.
“You haven’t called me that in a little while,” Chris mused. “It’s nice.”
“I’m sorry I was weird. I just got — I don’t know, a little mixed up, and I had to sort it all out in my head.”
“And you’re not mixed up anymore?” Chris gave Matt a squeeze, snuggling even closer under the covers.
“Not in the least. I want to go home — with you.”
“We’re getting married.”
“We are.” They both drifted for a few moments, no sound but the rise and fall of their breathing, and Matt wondered if Chris had dropped off again. But then he stirred, his rumbling whisper cutting through the darkness.
“Was there something in particular I did? Something that made you doubt me?”
Matt sighed, lifting his hand to run his fingers through Chris’s thick hair. He turned his face away, looking back over at the other bed. “It was him,” he said finally. “You two are always so — I dunno, flirty, and I know you’re really into him, and I guess I got in my head about it.”
Chris chuckled softly, barely a huff of air in the quiet room. “Funny, I always felt that way about you two.”
“Really?” Matt tilted Chris’s chin up so that they could meet each other’s eyes.
“Yeah, I mean — he’s always made sort of a pet of you. And he’s way hotter than I am, and younger too. But you guys are good for each other, and I figured it would all sort itself out somehow.”
Matt was a little floored. “I never thought you might feel that way.”
Chris shrugged. “I dunno, we’re all bound to get a little jealous sometimes. It’s not a big deal, as long as you and I know we’re good with each other.”
“I guess that’s what I figured out this week.” Matt looked back over at the other bed. “That, and it’s hard to spend any time with him at all without being half in love with him. So, I guess — if you’re okay with that, I am too.”
“Az is the one who has his heart,” Chris murmured. “As long as I have yours, I don’t care who else is in it too.”
As they watched, Aziraphale began to stir, clutching Crowley even closer, hips moving as he groaned in his sleep. Suddenly, he sat up, reached for an object on the bedside table, and huddled back under the covers, fumbling with something between them. The answering grunt from Crowley, his knee lifting and spreading to give Aziraphale better access, made it clear exactly what was going on.
“They never fucking quit,” Chris whispered in awe.
“Either that or they never quit fucking,” Matt giggled.
“That too.” Chris’s cock was lengthening, pressed against Matt’s thigh, and Matt couldn’t blame him, his own desire growing hot in his belly as he listened to the sounds of sex in the other bed.
“You know what’s a great way to fall asleep —” he ventured, and Chris chuckled, rolling completely on top of him and knocking his knees wide.
“Now you’re talking.”
As their lips met, as they began to explore each other, as Chris sank deep inside him, Matt knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Harder — fuck, Angel please — I’m so fucking close —”
It was Sunday evening, and Crowley and Aziraphale were back at the campground, finally on their own. Crowley was laid out on his back in the bed, arms restrained over his head, knees gripping his husband’s sides as Aziraphale pounded him through the mattress. Aziraphale was breathing hard, soft grunts falling from his lips, his hair sticking every which way, run through with Crowley’s fingers as they’d banged in the door a little while earlier, barely getting their clothes off before they were falling into bed.
It had been a charmed day, if a little bittersweet. They’d all woken early at the hotel, stumbling downstairs to breakfast before making their way back to the campground. Crowley had another full day of shows, but Matt and Chris had decided to begin the journey back to Ithaca, to make it home in time for Chris’s Tuesday afternoon class. So there had been hugs and kisses all around (and a few tears, mostly from Crowley), and they’d loaded themselves into Matt’s Subaru, promising to come down to the house in June for Crowley and Aziraphale’s bonfire party after the New Jersey faire.
Crowley and Aziraphale had waved until they were out of sight, and then had headed to the Nottingham faire for the day. And having Aziraphale all to himself at the faire, no raptors to care for — it had been wonderful. They’d wandered up and down the shady lanes together, hand in hand, stopping to watch other performers when it suited them, joining Furfur for lunch at the tavern and laughing over old stories and inside jokes. And now here they were, melting into each other in the way they knew best, speaking a language they both knew by heart.
Crowley’s thighs were shaking, his whole body juddering from the excellent pounding Aziraphale was giving him, and he could only imagine what the van must look like from the outside. He could probably come just from this, could visualize it, his peak barreling towards him, but Aziraphale slipped a hand between their bodies, closing his fingers around Crowley’s cock, knowing just how he liked to be touched — just what he needed —
“Come for me, darling — let me see you —”
Crowley would never disobey a command like that, and so he let go, smashing into a thousand pieces as he spilled over his belly, Aziraphale’s come splashing deep within him. And then Aziraphale was reaching for a towel to clean them up, undoing the leather cuffs, pulling Crowley into a rib-cracking hug, and it was only then that Crowley realized that his cheeks were wet. And so he held on, his cheek pressed against his husband’s chest, the heartbeat within matching the one that he felt pounding in his ears, their breath coming into sync as they both drifted down to earth.
“This is going to be hard for you,” Aziraphale finally whispered, gathering Crowley’s long hair in his fist and kissing the top of his head. And Crowley didn’t need to know what this was, because he’d heard the conversation they were having with their hearts, knew its words and its melody.
And so he nodded, hiding his face just a little more fully. “Yeah.”
Because the truth was, after the week with Matt, after all their emotional conversations, the physical connection they’d shared, after the events of the past forty-eight hours, after sharing his body with all three of his lovers, and being reunited with Aziraphale once more, he was dreading giving it all back up again, the loneliness of his little life, out here on the road. And he knew Aziraphale knew that, that he’d be boarding his plane back to Philadelphia with a heavy heart of his own, to head back to a bed that Crowley wasn’t in, a home they only sometimes shared. So he didn’t have to say any of that out loud. He could say it in another way, and he knew Aziraphale would hear what he meant.
“Tell me what it’s like at home right now," he murmured.
Aziraphale laid his cheek in Crowley’s hair, stroking his shoulder. “The trees aren’t in full leaf yet, not the way they are down here, so everything in the backyard is that bright spring green that’s always so fresh and new. The cherry trees have just faded, but the redbuds you planted along the driveway are in full bloom, and I think of you every time I pass them. I planted the salad greens when I got home from Florida last month, just the way you asked me to, and I think they’re just going to be ready when you get home next week.”
“Next week —” Crowley repeated, and he hugged Aziraphale a little tighter.
“Next week, darling. Nine days from today, you’ll be pulling into our driveway. And I’ve already hung the hammock for you, and I’ve been weeding the tomato beds, and making sure everything is ready for you to do whatever you like best.”
“I fucking love you —” Crowley lifted his head to find Aziraphale’s mouth, and really, what more needed to be said? The kiss was tender, full of promise, of all the days stretching out before them. When Crowley finally pulled back, he sighed. “Nine days.”
“Nine days, and you can call me every hour if you want,” Aziraphale murmured.
“Nine days, and I’m going to let you torture me and not let me come until you say I can, and I’m going to send you the sluttiest pictures to torture you right back.” Crowley brightened a little at the thought.
Aziraphale smiled. “Nine days, and you’re going to be on my mind every moment. And you know that all of us are here for you, that you’ve got Furfur right here and the rest of us only a phone call away. You’ll never be alone, darling, not unless you want to be.”
“Matty fucking owes me after this week,” Crowley mock-growled.
“I think you’ve earned the right to be a little needy, dear,” Aziraphale agreed.
Crowley closed his eyes, letting it all wash over him — the pictures Aziraphale had painted of home, the ache in his chest that soothed somewhat as he thought about just how much he was loved, the bone-deep exhaustion that made him crave rest, the knowledge that he had only a few more days until he found his safe harbor. And he breathed, taking in the scent of the man beside him, and the arms that always felt like home, and he knew that he would get through this.
As long as Aziraphale loved him, he could do anything.