Nick, Tim, Jon - Introductions

Parings : Nick, Tim and Jon

Title : Introductions

Warnings : M/M sex (no discipline in this story – yet!)

Parings : Nick, Tim and Jon

Title : Introduction

Warnings : M/M sex (no discipline in this story – yet!)

[1]

“I think we’re screwed,” Tim said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes gloomily staring at the sheets of paper scattered on the kitchen table.

“Royally fucked,” his companion agreed amiably, shaking his head as if he had no idea how they came to be in this predicament.

“What are we going to do, Jonny?” Tim asked softly, moving forward to place his elbows on the table. He looked over at his long-time friend, and lover for the last two years and by way of habit waited, patiently for him to provide an answer.

Jon shrugged, seemingly at a loss of words this time.

Tim whispered, “Are we gonna have to lose this place?”

Jon sighed and shook his head again. In all the years they had been together, Tim had always deferred to Jon. It wasn’t that Tim was indecisive or lacking in intelligence. In fact, if they were both to take an IQ test, chances were Tim would come out with a higher score. But intelligence had nothing to do with the dynamics of their relationship. It simply did not sit well with Tim to lead. He much preferred to leave things up to Jon and happily go along with him, which was pretty much how they ended up here in the first place.

“I don’t know, Timmy. How the hell did we end up like this? We owe how much rent, did you say?”

“A lot!” Tim groaned. “And all these bills … where did they come from?”

“Well,” Jon finally said, “I guess we’ve got two choices now. We either move out, or we find ourselves another roommate.”

Tim almost wailed. “But I LOVE this place! WE love this apartment, and the neighborhood, and WE said we would … could …. budget it …. “ His voice trailed off, too upset to continue.

“I know we did, kiddo. I love this place too. But we just went overboard I guess. Maybe we stretched a little too far …?”

“I told you not to throw so many parties …” Tim mumbled.

Jon glared at him.

“And I told you we should not have bought all this stuff …”

“Aw, come on Tim! Not that again!”

Their eyes locked, trying to find assurance from one another. Finally, with a great sigh, Tim muttered with grave finality. “Oh yeah, we’re fucked all right!”

[2]

Nicholas looked around the apartment and liked what he saw. The living room was roomy and spacious and the tall windows afforded an excellent view of the city on one side and luscious hills on the other.

“Which is the bedroom?” Nick turned to the two young men standing together, almost touching.

“Um … this one. The master bedroom.”

Nick hid his surprise as he followed Jon. There were three bedrooms in this apartment and apparently one had been converted into a study. Which meant the two young men would be sharing the one left over. So why were they giving up the bigger – and more comfortable – room to their tenant?

“Hmm…” Nick murmured as he strolled around the bedroom, throwing back the curtains to admire the view. He would wake up to the greens!

“How much did you say is my share?” Nick asked.

Jon swallowed nervously, and then blurted out a figure. Nick stared at him a moment and Jon quickly explained. “Well, I know there’s three of us but in essence only 2 bedrooms are used and we … we figured that since you are getting the bigger room, its only f…fair that the rent is split half ways … ?” Jon spluttered.

Nick nodded slowly, chewing his lower lip as if considering the option. In his mind, he had already decided he wanted the place. It was close to work, the neighborhood was gorgeous with a park nearby and great shops all around, and the apartment was really very well appointed, albeit a little untidy at the moment.

“OK, tell you what,” Nick swung round and found that Tim had come in as well and was half hidden behind Jon.

The two young men held their breaths, eyes round, as they waited for the verdict.

Nick looked from one to the other. “I split for half the rent, and all the utilities, but we split the housework three ways.”

Jon and Tim exchanged a quick look and Tim gave a tiny smile and nod. Jon sighed with relief. They had interviewed at least half a dozen people and Tim had objected to all of them. Nick was the only one left on their list, and who looked decent enough to share a home with and probably would not end up broke like them within a month.

“OK, that’s a deal,” Jon said, sticking out a hand.

“Deal,” Nick said, as he shook hands with both men. “If you need a reference, here’s the number in my office. They’ll vouch for me. I’ll move in this weekend, if that’s convenient for you. Could you have a set of spare keys ready for me by then?”

Jon and Tim looked blank about the reference, tossing Nick’s office number on the coffee table carelessly. The thought of doing a background check had never even entered their minds. They went over some more minor details, promised to have a spare set of keys made and discussed timing for Nick’s move in, and with the formalities over, Nick took himself off.

Tim came to lean tiredly against Jon. “Do you think we made the right decision?”

Jon rubbed Tim’s back gently. “Yes, darling, I’m sure we did. He looked decent enough.”

“Yeah, he’s ok,” Tim conceded. “Actually he looks rather nice, didn’t you think?”

“Hey,” Jon smacked Tim playfully on the butt. “Watch it, you!”

Tim giggled. “But he is good looking!”

“I suppose,” Jon grudgingly agreed, then bent his head to seek out Tim’s mouth. They kissed slowly at first, then their tongues began exploring and they were breathing hard a moment later.

“We better make the most of this, babe,” Jon said, as they moved towards the master bedroom. “We won’t have the run of the place once Nick moves in.”

Tim was peeling the shirt off Jon’s back as he followed Jon into the room. “You’re right – I’m so going to miss this room.” He sighed with resignation, before he found his mouth being claimed once more by his lover and silently, they both fell onto the huge bed and then there were only the sounds of their lovemaking.

[3]

Tim and Jon watched in awe as Nick brought in the last box of stuff. Each box was neatly packed and taped, and clearly marked.

“That’s it!” Nick said, laying the box down neatly against the wall, alongside the other half dozen boxes and cartons. “Thanks for your help – it went much quicker with the extra pairs of hands. Two pairs actually.” He flashed a grin at them and it took their breaths away. He was really quite charming when he smiled like that.

“I’ll unpack tomorrow,” Nick continued, “so my stuff won’t clutter up the living room. Tonight I’m beat! Any chance of a cold beer in the fridge?”

Tim and Jon went off to the kitchen to fetch the beers as Nick dropped gratefully down onto the armchair.

“Is he for real?” Tim muttered as he pulled the fridge door open. “Who tapes up boxes when they would have to be opened again the next day?”

Jon shrugged. “He sure looks organized. Which is good,” he said pointedly, “because we definitely do not need another untidy person around here.”

Tim giggled as he headed back to the living room. He tossed a can of beer to Nick before sinking down onto the sofa beside Jon. They all drank deeply and surveyed the room and one another quietly – sizing up their new flat-mates.

“Um …’ Nick began, “I don’t feel like cooking much tonight. And since you guys pitched in, how about I buy you both dinner? Any decent place to grab a bite?”

Jon grinned. “Sure!”

Tim replied enthusiastically. “There’s a Chinese restaurant round the corner which we both like, then there’s a nice little Italian place with great pizza. Or if you want something more basic, there’s a good burger joint just a 5 minute walk away.”

They decided on Chinese. Nick was an easy going host and invited the boys to order since they were more familiar with the menu. Over a dinner of fried wantons and chow mien and sweet and sour pork, Nick regaled them with funny stories of his work place which got them all rolling with laughter. He was a supervisor at a computer call centre and his team of help desk specialists dealt with all kinds of funny and unusual enquiries.

“And there was this lady who thought the password was five stars,” Nick said, rolling his eyes while Jon and Tim collapsed against one another.

By the time Nick paid the bill, Jon and Tim were convinced they had made the perfect choice.

“I’m beat,” Nick announced with a yawn, as they arrived back at the apartment. “I’ll turn in now. See you guys tomorrow morning – and thanks once again for your help.”

Jon and Tim said goodnight, and disappeared into their new bedroom. They had moved all their personal stuff in there and they hardly had room to move about in.

“Shit!” Jon cursed as he almost stumbled. “Is this yours?” he asked crossly.

Tim opened one eye lazily and peered at his boyfriend from the bed, where he had flung himself. “No – that is yours!”

“Are you sure?”

Tim looked again. “No.”

“Hell!” Jon said, and then chucked it casually into the corner. “We’ll deal with this mess tomorrow morning.”

[4]

Within a few weeks, they had all settled into a satisfying routine. Tim and Jon had no idea how it happened, but they found a sudden order of things settling into their lives, and themselves being assigned AND performing simple household tasks. The apartment began to look neater and even their cramped bedroom had been cleared out so that they were much more comfortable than before.

After a couple of months living together, Nick went away for a business trip, which made Tim and Jon rub their hands gleefully together when they heard the news. They were thrilled at the notion of having the apartment to themselves once again. They could make out in the living room, walk around naked, leave their trash overnight, all of that minus the raised eyebrows when one of them forgot their chores.

“Hell, that was good, wasn’t it, baby?” Jon asked as he rubbed Tim’s sweaty back.

“Sure was,” Tim replied as he lay back on the carpet in front of the living room TV, legs splayed tiredly apart. “I’ve missed doing it in here … with the windows open …”

“You are an exhibitionist at heart,” Jon laughed.

“Uh huh.” Tim turned to look at clock. “What time is it? I’m hungry. Starving in fact!”

Jon got up and went to the kitchen. His voice sailed back after a moment. “Tim, did you get the stuff on the list?”

Tim closed his eyes tight. “What list?”

“The list Nick left for you?” Jon emerged from the kitchen, waving a piece of paper at his still prone lover on the floor.

Tim groaned. “No.”

“Well, there’s nothing except a packet of those horrible dry rice cakes which only Nick likes. Its no wonder it’s the only thing left in the cupboards.”

“Could we eat those?”

“No way!” Jon cried. “We’ll have to go out I guess.”

On the way back from dinner, Tim suddenly clutched Jon’s arm. “Hey, did you remember to pay the parking ticket? Today’s the deadline!”

“Oh shit!’ Jon exclaimed. ‘Where is that darn ticket?”

“Nick left it on the side table – where he ALWAYS leaves the unpaid bills? How could you forget? Now I will be fined forty bucks! That was the last reminder! I can’t afford forty bucks. I’m broke!” Tim was wailing.

“I’m sorry baby.” Jon sounded contrite. “I forgot. I’m just used to Nick reminding me about things … I just forgot.”

He had offered to pay the bill for Tim because his office was right next to the Municipal Building, where all late parking tickets had to be settled. It was only for eight dollars within the payment period. Missing the deadline meant an additional hefty fine.

Tim muttered, “asshole.”

“Hey,” Jon bristled. “I was trying to do you a favor. It’s your bloody ticket in the first place.”

“Yeah, but you offered which meant I didn’t have to bother about it, but as usual you fucked up.”

Jon, who had started out contrite, now said hotly, “next time, you pay your own fucking tickets, okay?”

The rest of the evening was spent in cold silence.

[5]

“Where are you?” Jon asked tersely.

“I’m still stuck at work,” a harassed Tim whispered back into the phone. His supervisor cast a glance in his direction and he quickly averted his eyes.

Jon gave a snort of annoyance. “It’s Friday night. We had a date? Or don’t you remember?”

“I’m SORRY! But I got behind and the deadline is Monday. I may even have to come in the weekend if I can’t tie it up.”

“I thought you told Nick you had finished the report last weekend?” Jon said incredulously.

“Well, I … “Tim broke off, his attention apparently claimed elsewhere. “Yes sir, I’ll get right back to it.”

“Jonny!” Tim hissed.

“What?”

“I still hadn’t got around to the shopping yet.”

“WHAT?”

“Could you please do it for me? Nick’s gonna be back tomorrow. Please … please.” Tim begged.

“So why am I stuck with it then? And since when does Nick run our lives?” Jon asked crossly.

“I gotta go, my Sup is looking at me again,” Tim whispered urgently, and then the line went dead.

“Damn!” Jon slammed the phone down.

Instead of the planned movie, Jon shopped alone at the local super-mart and got all the stuff on the list filled. By the time he got back to the apartment, his usually short-lived anger had died and he set about preparing a late dinner for himself and his undeserving boyfriend.

Tim stumbled in around ten, eyes red and mouth definitely turned down. He sank down at the table as Jon brought out a plate of food.

“Here.” Jon placed it in front of Tim.

“Thanks man,” Tim said gratefully. He began to wolf the food down, talking at the same time. “I had no idea it could get so complicated. Man! I almost died when my Sup showed me all the permutations I had to work with!”

Jon listened sympathetically. “So is it done?”

“No!” Tim grumbled. “I brought the work back.” He looked up. “Hey, you shopped right? This food …”

“Yeah,” Jon said, attempting to sound severe. “And that’s only because I owe you one for the parking ticket, you asshole.”

Tim scowled. “Fine! You know, this week hasn’t been exactly a picnic for me either.”

“Tell me about it. I was late to work three times this week because I had to detour for coffee - because there was NONE in the house? I’m about to get a warning slip which goes into my file.”

“Hey, don’t pile it all at my door. If your laundry is not done on time, not my fucking fault! Besides, you already have a bad record for tardiness,” Tim pointed out unkindly.

Jon sighed. “I just realized this is the first time in two months I had been late.”

“And this is the first time in a long while we’ve run out of food …” Tim chewed meditatively.

“Or forgot to pay bills.”

They looked at one another …. eyes widening.

“Nick?” They both said, in a fearful tone.

Jon shuddered. “He’s taken over our lives, hasn’t he?”

[6]

Jon and Tim welcomed Nick back with open arms – literally! They each gave him a big hug, and then one of them quickly took his suitcase into his room while the other got him a drink.

“Thanks,” Nick said, opening his eyes a little. “Wow, if this is the kind of treatment I get for going away, I should think about doing this more often!’”

The two younger men grinned.

They spent a quiet evening together, and then Nick, feeling the exhaustion from the trip, excused himself early. He woke up some time later and decided he needed a drink. He headed to the kitchen for some water. It was past midnight, and all the lights were out.

On his way back, Nick halted with his hand on his doorknob, the sounds coming from the other bedroom unmistakable. He stopped to listen to the soft moaning and the low murmur of exchange, and he felt the familiar lurch in his loins. Determinedly, he went into his own room and firmly closed his door.

Despite his efforts, his mind began visualizing what his flat-mates were doing in the room next to his. He had seen them briefly kissing before, he knew they were lovers, and what went on next door was perfectly normal and expected. What wasn’t normal was how incredibly turned on he felt whenever he thought of them together.

Tim and Jon were both very attractive and he liked the way they moved with one another - and with him. They were easy to be with and they made a point to include him in their conversations and activities. It was a consideration he had not expected and he appreciated it. It made him a bit wistful though at times, seeing them together, and he sometimes wished he too had a partner. Since he moved here, he had had no time to think much of Bobby, and besides, he and Bobby had decided long-term relationships wasn’t going to work for them.

Nick was glad he had found this place and his new flat-mates. He enjoyed being with them and he enjoyed watching them. What he did not enjoy so much was the realization that lately, he had found himself fantasizing about one or the other. Even on his business trip, he had thought about them and yes! He had missed them as well.

He gave himself a fierce shake and a stern lecture. No way in hell would he do anything to break them up, no matter how attracted he was to them.

Them?

He pondered for a moment. What was he thinking? He didn’t want to break them up; he actually wanted to be with them, a part of them.

Nick strode into his attached bathroom and viciously turned the cold shower on full blast.

[7]

Tim slowly stroked Jon’s cock as it grew harder and thicker. He loved his partner’s cock. It was broad and straight and it gave him so much pleasure when it plunged deep into him. Subconsciously, his mind drifted and he wondered how Nick’s cock looked like. Nick was tall, at least half a head taller than the two of them, and built on much broader lines. His cock had to be quite impressive if his physical size was anything to go by.

Tim remembered the few times he had glimpsed into Nick’s room and seen him clad in his underwear, the bulge obvious even in his unroused state. Nick’s torso was amazing, hard and bronzed and muscled. He suddenly shivered.

Jon’s groan brought him back to the present. His hands stroked harder, as the guilt hit him.

“Can I do you tonight, honey?” Tim asked suddenly.

Jon obligingly flipped onto his front and spread his legs. “Oh yes, it’s been a while. I missed you doing that.”

Tim settled in between Jon’s thighs as his hands parted his cheeks. He played along the crack, and fingered Jon as his own cock throbbed with passion. Reaching for the lube on the night stand, he slowly massaged the lube into the tight opening, and then coated his own shaft. One finger disappeared into the opening.

“Does that feel good, Jonny?”

“Hell yes!”

Tim began to position himself at the entrance, slowly withdrawing his finger and replacing it with his dripping cock. He grunted loudly as he pushed into Jon. “Oh my God! This feels so fucking good!”

The two of them began to move in a familiar rhythm. Jon closed his eyes and he suddenly pictured it was Nick behind him, driving hard into his ass. The thought made him so hot, he ached with need. He reached down and stroked himself as he rocked back against Tim, pretending it was Nick instead.

He shuddered as his cock erupted, shooting all over his hand. His spasms made his muscles contract and a few seconds later, he heard Tim shout out and slam into him one last time before he too came.

They lay, spooned together; Jon curled up slightly on his side with Tim hugging him from behind. After the passion, both lay quiet, each trapped in his own guilt.

“Timmy?”

“Yeah?”

“That was good for me, baby.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Tim?”

“Yeah.”

“If I tell you something …. Um, I gotta tell you something …. But you gotta promise me you won’t get mad. OK?”

“What?”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Just now, when you were shagging me …”

“Yeah?”

“Well, normally it’s the other way round with us, you know.”

“You said it was ok.” Tim sounded slightly defensive.

“I know, I know, it was good for me, I told you!”

“And…?”

“Well, I couldn’t see you, your face I mean …”

Tim waited, holding his breath.

“And … and I imagined it was Nick instead.”

Long silence.

“Timmy, you mad?”

“No.”

A longer silence.

“You promised you wouldn’t get mad!” Jon said accusingly.

“I’m not.”

“Say something then, please?” Jon whispered. “Anything.”

“OK, I have a confession as well …”

Jon froze.

“I fantasized about Nick too. I imagined it was him fucking me.”

Time stood still as both of them grappled with their own thoughts. Did they just betray one another? At the same time, with the same man?

Jon slowly turned around and faced his lover. They stared into one another’s eyes for a long time, neither speaking.

Finally Jon said softly. “Hey – I do love you, you know?”

Tim reached out and touched Jon’s face. “Yeah, I know. So do I.”

“Then how come we were both thinking of another man while we were making love to one another?” Jon whispered, half to Tim, half to himself. “Isn’t that wrong?”

Tim gave his shoulders a small shrug. “I don’t know if that’s wrong or not, but I do know I wouldn’t ever be unfaithful to you. I gotta be honest and say I am attracted to Nick though. If that is wrong, then I’m sorry.”

Jon was surprised at the sharp stab of hurt and jealousy that hit him. “Should I be thanking you for your honesty?” He could not keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

Tim continued stroking Jon’s face. “No, but you should be honest with me too. Are you attracted to Nick as well?”

Jon’s mouth twisted. “I wouldn’t be imagining him fucking me if I weren’t attracted, now would I?”

Tim’s eyes gazed steadily into Jon’s. “Did it make you love me less?”

“No,” Jon replied without hesitation, a little indignantly.

“Me neither.” Tim said softly.

Jon nodded. “So what are we going to do about it, Timmy?”

“You think I should know?” Tim asked reasonably.

Jon glared in exasperation across the bed at his sweet-looking partner. Tim was guileless and trusting and totally adorable, and he loved him dearly. He would always feel protective over Tim. Nick on the other hand was strong and dependable and damn sexy. Nick gave him a sense of security and steadfastness that he would never find with Tim. Both of them were so different, and yet both seemed to fit perfectly into the jagged puzzle of his life.

Suddenly his shoulders started to shake. Tim sat up, bewildered. He stared at Jon silently.

“Jonny?” Tim asked, “What’s so funny?”

Jon struggled up too and wiped the tears from his eyes. “‘Because, my boy, we are both so fucked!”

[8]

‘Hey guys, I’m home!’ Nick shouted as he came in through the front door.

‘What’s up, man?’ Jon asked. He was lounging on the sofa, channel surfing.

‘We are going out to celebrate!’ Nick announced, grinning happily. He grabbed Tim who had just emerged from the bedroom and spun him around in a pirouette.

‘Somebody’s in a good mood!’ Jon smiled as his partner and flat-mate did a little waltz.

‘Oh yes! Make a guess. I’ve been promoted to manager status!‘ Nick exclaimed.

Tim gasped. ‘Congratulations!’ On impulse, he reached up and kissed Nick – full on the lips.

Nick was both surprised and delighted, but he hid his emotions well and lightly kissed Tim back.

Jon jumped to his feet, and quickly came over to them. He put his arms around both of the men and squeezed. ‘Wonderful news! Man, you deserve it!’ Jon said.

‘Thanks,’ Nick grinned. Next thing he knew, Jon had also reached up to kiss him.

Jon and Tim exchanged looks and a secret wink as Nick turned his back.

‘Come on – let’s get ready. I’m buying you boys a grand dinner tonight!’ Nick said, unaware of his flat-mates’ devious smiles.

They went out to a fancy restaurant this time. Nick ordered champagne, followed by a bottle of wine. By the time they got up to leave, all three were a bit tipsy, very chummy with one another, and very high on adrenalin and spirits. Luckily, they hadn’t driven, so they hailed a cab to take them home.

On the way back, Nick sat in the centre, sandwiched between Jon and Tim. Tim immediately laid his head against Nick’s shoulder and snoozed while Jon snuggled into Nick’s side. Nick obligingly moved his arm to make space for Jon. The younger man shifted to get comfortable, and without Nick knowing quite how it happened, they were suddenly face to face and their lips were touching.

Nick couldn’t hold back as Jon pressed into him. He found himself opening his mouth for Jon. Their tongues met urgently and darted against one another. Nick grabbed hold of the back of Jon’s head and pulled him firmly forward, his own lips hard and demanding. He was so turned on by the young man in front of him; he could feel his cock hardening. Jon too was drowning in the passionate kiss and oblivious to anything else around him.

The cab driver carefully averted his eyes and grumbled under his breath.

Finally, they broke apart, breathing heavily. Jon left his hand on Nick’s thigh. The kiss had been sudden, hot and explosive, and both men were tingling with anticipation as the cab drew nearer to home.

Nick shook Tim gently awake when the cab came to a stop at their apartment. Jon came over to help Tim out while Nick paid the fare.

‘Here, take the keys.’ Nick chucked the keys to Jon as he scooped Tim up in his arms. Tim was decidedly unsteady.

‘Whoosh!’ Tim cried out groggily but happily, still on his high from the wine and the evening. ‘My shining amorous knight!’ He said sweetly if mistakenly, and he draped his arms around Nick’s neck and snuggled against him.

They entered the elevator, and as the doors closed, Tim began to nip playfully at Nick’s neck.

‘Hey,’ Nick squirmed, laughing and trying to get away. He opened his arms and Tim landed clumsily on the floor. ‘Oh God! Sorry Tim, you OK?’

Tim scrambled up, using Nick for support and Nick suddenly found both young men plastered to him. The heat rushed into his loins straight away.

Jon had laid one hand on Nick’s butt and was rubbing the front of his jeans against Nick’s thigh, while Tim began unbuttoning the top of Nick’s shirt and playing with the hairs on his chest. Nick groaned out loud; his arms circled both men to him tightly as the elevator doors opened.

Glad there was no one around to observe their appalling behavior, Nick quickly propelled them to their door, and somehow got it open amidst roaming hands and tangled legs and Nick’s admonishments to hush, to which no one paid any attention.

‘Inside, you horrors!’ Nick said, although he was hugely enjoying the ministrations of the two young men.

The three men moved in silent agreement towards the master bedroom. Jon and Tim began removing Nick’s clothes, running their hands over his skin as each piece of clothing was methodically discarded. Finally, all that remained on Nick were his boxers and socks.

Nick’s head was swimming. The evening had been a blast; they had all had a good time with plenty of wine. Perhaps too good a time. Everyone was feeling warm and fuzzy, and definitely a little drunk. So was this a good idea? They had a good thing going; would this screw it up? Would they wake up tomorrow and regret this?

Struggling with himself and dredging up his last shred of sanity, Nick warded the busy hands away. ‘Hang on, Jon, Tim. Wait, stop!’ he protested, albeit weakly. ‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’

‘Absolutely!’ The two younger men chorused.

After a fierce struggle of three seconds, Nick gave up and threw caution to the wind. He kissed them back hungrily, savoring first one mouth, then the other. At the back of his mind, he kept thinking “I can’t believe this is happening.”

At some point, they moved to the big bed and tumbled onto it. At some point, someone mounted someone, someone moaned, someone came, someone cried out. Then as their passions wore out, their touches softened, their grunts gentled, a blanket was thrown over the tired and spent bodies, and together they slept.

THE END