"I'm still not sure what I'm doing here," Jake said. "But I love being around the two of you, so I'm not complaining."

"You hardly know us," Orlando said, sitting on the sofa next to Jake. "What is it you like so much about our company?"

"Speaking frankly … You're so much in love that it shines from your pores. I don't know how you've managed to hide your relationship for this long."

"It was sort of an open secret," Viggo said as he came in with the beers. "Everybody knew, but no one did, if that makes sense."

Jake accepted a beer and tipped it to his mouth. Orlando found himself admiring the play of Jake's throat muscles and turned to look up at Viggo. Viggo caught his husband's eloquent _expression and broached the delicate reason they'd invited Jake to come home with them. Sitting on the coffee table facing Jake, knee to knee, Viggo spoke softly.

"You told me that you were interested in exploring the boundaries of your sexuality," Viggo quoted. "Orlando and I talked about it, and when you're ready, we'd like to be your guides, if that suits you."

Jake's mouth fell open and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Oh dear, we've shocked him," Orlando said. "It's all right, Jake. You can pretend Viggo never said anything."

"No, I …" Jake collected his thoughts. "I'm just blown away by the generosity of your offer. You guys are married. For you to invite someone else into your bedroom is … Wow!"

"Who said anything about the bedroom?" Viggo drawled.

Orlando smiled at his man and Jake's heart contracted painfully in longing for someone to look at him like that. "Our marriage is strong enough that we can extend it to include you for a little while," he said. "I have so much, as I've recently been reminded. I want to share my good fortune."

"Have you really thought about it?" Jake asked. "If I ever caused trouble between you, I'd have to drink poison … what? What's so funny?"

"You've already caused your trouble," Orlando laughed. "And we've invited someone to play with us before, a very special someone."

"Yeah so, why me? You hardly know me."

"Because you're where I was a short time ago," Orlando said. "I had Viggo … and Sean to stand beside me. From what Viggo said, you've no one you can really turn to."

"Not quite true. There are people I can turn to, but I don't think they can help me here."

"You're doing it again," Viggo tapped Jake's knee. "Quibbling."

Orlando laughed. "Are you saying Jake quibbles?"

"It's a valid word," Viggo defended himself.

"Quibble," Orlando laughed again. "It sounds like something you do with your tongue."

"Well it is," Viggo answered.

Orlando kept laughing. "The next time we're getting busy, can I quibble your balls?"

Jake caught Orlando's mood and snickered. "I like it when my lover quibbles my earlobes."

"Quibble on your toes?"

Jake made a face. "Eew! No, too ticklish."

Viggo waited them out, knowing they'd get bored with it soon. "Jake, I know this was a shock, and you can think about it as long as you want. If you think the whole idea is crazy, sleazy or inappropriate …"

"Actually … Yeah, I'm shocked. I admit it. I'm not as sophisticated as I thought. I gotta tell you though … that kiss in the garden. I can still feel it."

"So you really liked it," Orlando said, tired of being left out.

"Well, yeah. Viggo's a great kisser. I felt that one all the way to my toes."

"Did it get you hard?"

Jake's eyes widened again. "Um, well, yeah, I guess."

"You can be completely honest," Orlando said. "It's one of the house rules."

"Yeah, I felt something," Jake said. "The thing I felt when Heath kissed me. Something … something that made me question what I'd always thought was true."

"What we're offering you, Jake, is a safe, private place and experienced partners to share your first same sex experience. First times are so important; Orlando and I wanted to … how'd you put it, babe?"

"Ease you into it," Orlando said promptly. "My first experience was horrid, but we won't talk about that. We'd go slow, telling you what was going to happen every step of the way, and we would stop the second you felt uncomfortable."

"That sounds ideal," Jake said. "I just can't get past the potential for disaster here. I really would die if I ruined anything for you guys."

Orlando sighed. "You just made me want you," he said to Jake.

"And what Orli wants, Orli gets," Viggo smiled.

"If Viggo thinks it's good for me," Orlando appended.

Jake smiled at the easy affection between the two men. "If I took you up on this, when would we, um, do it?"

Orlando leaned closer to Jake. "I was rather hoping you'd say no time like the present."

"Ah. Okay. I've got the rest of evening free."

Orlando laughed softly. "Oh, I do like you, Jakey."

"I like you too, Orlando. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so flagrantly beautiful, and you're just as sweet as you are pretty."

Orlando flashed his dimples discreetly at Jake and Viggo smiled knowingly as Jake melted perceptibly.

"I think we're ready to get comfortable," Viggo said.

As they'd discussed, Orlando took Jake by the hand and followed Viggo down the hall to Sean's room. They called it Sean's room because it was where Sean stayed when he visited. Orlando's sculpted lips curved in a smile at the thought of Sean's visits. The bond between the three of them was so strong that Sean was almost a third husband.

"Nice," Jake said with feeling as he looked around the room decorated in a distinctly masculine style.

Viggo took the beer from Jake's hand and set it down. "There's nothing to be nervous about, okay? I won't hurt you, and Orlando won't either."

"Come sit," Orlando patted the bed beside him. "Do you have any idea of your preferences?"

"Like what?"

"Well, like are you a bottom, or a top, or free-style?"

"Free-style?" Jake repeated.

"Orlando's word," Viggo said. "We've both enjoy either position, but I prefer to top and he prefers to bottom."

"I don't really know," Jake said. "Of course when Heath and I did our love scene, I was the bottom. Man, he really went at it, too. I had bruises on my hips and ass for weeks."

"And did you like that?" Orlando asked.

"Well, yeah kinda. I liked the way he just took control. They way he just grabbed me, and, um, you know, did it, had his way with me, or whatever."

"I love surrendering control to Viggo," Orlando said. "And on rare occasions, he likes being submissive … though not necessarily with me."

"Let's move along, shall we?" Viggo said with a raised eyebrow at Orlando. "Before you manage to scare Jake off."

"Um, do you think I could just watch you and Orlando for a few minutes?" Jake asked.

Viggo smiled. "Sure. Come here, babe."

Orlando rose to his feet and Viggo came to stand in front of him. Putting his hands on Viggo's shoulders, Orlando offered his mouth in a gesture that always touched Viggo with its implicit trust. Gently, Viggo covered Orlando's lips with his as his fingers worked the buttons of Orlando's shirt. Jake watched raptly, entranced by the grace and beauty of these two men together.

Their lips parted, Orlando's head dropping so he could nuzzle at Viggo's collarbones, Viggo's lips pressed to Orlando's forehead. Viggo slid his hands under Orlando's shirt, over the smooth, flat planes of the hard new musculature. Viggo sometimes missed his willowy Orlando, but he had no complaints about the shape his boy was in.

"Didn't you mention a treat?" Orlando reminded as Viggo thumbed his nipples.

"I sure did, little darlin'. Jake, this is not going to be typical, but sometimes Orlando and I role-play. It's fun and let's us explore fantasies. Ever since we saw Brokeback Mountain, Orlando's had kind of a thing for Ennis."

"I know just how he feels," Jake muttered.

Viggo stripped Orlando's shirt from his back as he spun him around. Orlando's gasp of anticipation was loud in the suddenly silent bedroom as Viggo shoved him to the mattress face first. Orlando shivered, his arousal pulsing in time with his heartbeat as he looked over his shoulder at his lover.

Jake moved quickly aside as Viggo straddled Orlando, a knee on either side of the young man's hips. With short, sharp motions Viggo worked Orlando's pants down, exposing the sweet curves of Orlando's perfect ass. Jake's hand slipped between his legs of its own volition, unconsciously massaging his stiffening cock as Viggo pulled his arousal out.

"Whoa!" Jake breathed at his first sight of Viggo's manhood.

Viggo paid no more attention to the room's other occupant. He was all about giving his boy pleasure now and had no time for extraneous matters.

Reaching into the night table drawer, Viggo grabbed a crumpled tube and squeezed out some lubricant. Slathering himself with slippery stuff, Viggo hauled Orlando up onto all fours. While his arm was around Orlando's waist, he let his hand drift down to confirm that his lover was steel hard and leaking.

Viggo put a hand on Orlando's hip and guided his erection to the unprepared opening. He gave Orlando a little squeeze to let him know what was coming, and then pushed the head of his arousal through the tight port. Orlando groaned deep in his chest and rocked forward, casting a heavy-lidded glance over his shoulder.

Jake wanted to look away, but found it impossible. The scene before him was private, intimate, and undeniably compelling. He felt very deeply that he had no place here, but he was invited and damned if he'd leave now. He was mesmerized. Suddenly realizing that he was stroking his hard-on faster and faster, Jake laced his fingers together in his lap.

Viggo and Orlando were in their world now, a world that consisted of two people and the way they felt about one another. Orlando wanted to be taken the way Ennis had taken Jack the first time, in a blaze of uncontainable need and desire, and Viggo did his best to give him that. If Viggo couldn't bring himself to be quite as forceful as Ennis, he still made Orlando feel it to judge by the noises Orlando was making.

There was none of the usual wanton babble from Orlando informing Viggo of just how Orlando felt about what Viggo was doing to him at any given moment. Orlando bit his lip and reveled in the feel of his husband's magnificent manhood filling him, stretching him, owning him body and soul. The few small sounds that escaped him were primitive grunts, moans and harsh intakes of breath.

Jake stood and moved a few steps back, sincerely worried that he would be sucked into the action if he didn't move. His eyes were drawn to the powerful, beautiful, gripping sight of Viggo's back and thigh muscles rippling as he plunged into Orlando. It was impossible to look away from Orlando's beatific face in the throes of ecstasy. Then Orlando's eyes, molten with lust and ardor for the man that rode him, met Jake's gaze.

A feeling rose in Jake so powerful that his knees gave way and he sank to the carpet. His hand crept under his waistband and he took hold of himself in a vain attempt to anchor his emotions to something. He honestly felt that if the sensation washing through him didn't stop building soon, he would explode in a million pieces, messing up this nice room.

Orlando gave a choked cry and shuddered through a galvanizing orgasm as Viggo buried his length in the suddenly constricted passage. With a hoarse, drawn out exhalation, Viggo climaxed deep inside his beloved. Running his hands down Orlando's back and sides, Viggo gentled him through the aftermath before pulling out.

Lying down beside Orlando, Viggo took him in his arms. Viggo reclined, taking Orlando with him, pulling his lover to lie against his chest. Orlando nestled, quite a talent considering his long length, desultorily alternating kissing and licking at Viggo's damp skin. Viggo buried his face in Orlando's curls, one hand splayed protectively over the young man's lower abdomen, the other toying with the ringlets at Orlando's nape.

It was apparent that sex was an all-consuming activity for these men, and that it took them a little while to return from Nirvana. Jake could only look at the two of them in little sideways glances. What they shared was so personal, he felt like a thief even being there.

"I … I really should go," Jake said.

He stood and moved stiffly toward the door. Before he could reach it, Viggo spoke.

"Come here, little darlin'."

The Series continues with Transmutation