Jake swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room.

"You scared?" Viggo asked.

Jake shivered. The raspy sated sound of Viggo's voice crept over his skin like a wolf fur blanket, leaving his nerve endings tingling. If he hadn't had himself under strict control, his body would have flung itself on the bed by now.

"Yeah, I'm a little scared," he admitted.

Orlando stirred with a sound somewhere between a groan and a purr, lifting his head from Viggo's chest. "Jakey, come here," he said, extending a languid hand.

"I feel like such an intruder."

Orlando rose to his knees and held out his arms. Of their own volition, Jake's feet carried him the three steps to the bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he stopped.

"I gotta tell you," Jake licked his lips. "No offense, Viggo, but your husband is … sex. I mean that as a compliment. I can't imagine anyone, male, female, straight, gay being able to resist him if he put out the booty call."

"You seem to be able to," Orlando said with a hint of petulance in his voice.

"Well … only because I have a will of iron and I was raised with a healthy respect for the sanctity of marriage vows. What I really want is to … jump on this bed on top of you and … do what Viggo did."

"Interesting," Viggo said. "Now you want to top."

Jake grinned sheepishly. "Seeing Orlando like this … hell yeah, I want to top him. I'm really getting my eyes opened here."

Orlando looked down at Viggo, his fathomless eyes shadowed by lowered lids. "You must be hungry after all that hard work. How about a Jake sandwich?"

Jake's arousal twitched and a bead of pre-cum soaked into his boxers. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Me between the two of you? I think I need to sit down."

Viggo patted the mattress.

"I'm so nerved up; I don't know if I can …"

"Bloody hell, you're petrified," Orlando said, going to the end of the bed.

Jake shuddered when Orlando took his hand and tugged gently. "It's too much," he said. "If I nearly go off in my pants at the touch of your hand, how can I …"

"Shhh," Orlando shushed him. "Let us take over, Jakey. Surrender. Give in. Let yourself go. Submit. Just relax and let us show you how good it can be."

"I really want to," Jake said, his eyes glittering with extra moisture. "When I do find my Viggo or my Orlando, I want to be ready. I don't want to fumble around, if you know what I mean. You've already convinced me that I have the capacity to love another man. All I need now are the tools."

Viggo glanced at the bulge in Jake's dress pants. "I'd say you've got all the tools you need. It's technique you lack, and that's something we can give you."

"I've never done anything like this before."

"I kinda figured," Viggo smiled. "It's up to you. You can get undressed and get into bed, or we can get dressed and have a nice chat."

Jake's struggle was plainly visible in his guileless eyes and it was apparent the moment he reached a decision. Orlando favored Jake with another display of dimples, as the younger actor began removing his jacket. Impatiently, Orlando worked the pearl buttons on the front of Jake's tuxedo shirt, baring an impressive torso.

Viggo hung back, unwilling to spook Jake by crowding him too much. It was better that Orlando, sweet, generous Orlando, guide their guest through the early stages. It was one of Orlando's peculiar talents that no matter how eager or abandoned he became while making love, his manner could never be termed aggressive, or threatening.

Jake had an iffy moment when he was lowering his pants with Orlando's enthusiastic aid and the Brit's hand brushed his erection. Both young men froze, and then their eyes met.

"Sorry," Orlando said softly. "Let me know when it's okay to touch you."

"Swear to God, my heart's beating so fast," Jake said in a strained voice. "I'm afraid I'm going to hyperventilate and pass out. And I'm pretty sure that if you touch my dick again, I'll have a meltdown."

"Deep breaths," Viggo said, sitting up. "You're just excited."

"You sure got that right," Jake said. "How could I get to be twenty-five without knowing this about myself?"

"It just never came up," Orlando couldn't resist saying.

Jake and Viggo turned to the dark-eyed charmer with matching expressions of disapproval.

"Lame, babe," Viggo commented.

"Since I'm not clever, I'll have to fall back on what I'm really good at," Orlando said. "Jake, if it's all right, I'd really like to kiss you. I've been having a little fantasy about that little overbite of yours for a while now."

Jake blushed. "Like you don't have the most kissable mouth on the planet," he said.

Orlando shot Viggo a look that plainly said, "Told you so." Viggo chuckled.

"I'm with you, Jake. I can't imagine that angels have mouths any sweeter."

"Sweet!" Orlando protested. "No. It's sexy."

"And sweet," Jake said apologetically. "Sorry, but it's true."

"You're one to talk," Orlando said, tracing Jake's upper lip with his forefinger.

"Fuck it," Jake said under his breath, and took Orlando in his arms.

A glance at Viggo for permission, and Jake fixed his eyes on Orlando's. Orlando met his gaze unflinching, open and trusting, inviting Jake closer. The Brit could feel the tremors that ran through Jake's body and whispered soothingly.

"It's all right. Nothing you've not done already. Come on, Jakey. I want you to kiss me."

Like a man dipping a toe in the water, Jake touched his lips tentatively to Orlando's. Orlando leaned in, his mouth opening softly, encouraging the other man. Jake's jaw relaxed and Orlando brushed his tongue along Jake's lower lip. With increasing confidence, Jake's tongue touched Orlando's and slid past into his mouth.

Orlando made a little noise that had Viggo moving up behind him instinctively. Placing a hand on the small of Orlando's back, Viggo put one foot on the floor. Gently, he touched Jake's shoulder to let the young man know he was there. Jake's eyes opened and he broke the kiss. He turned to Viggo, looking a bit dazed.

"Mind if I cut in?" Viggo asked.

"Kinda," Jake said honestly.

"Sorry, I meant, may I join you?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, okay, I guess, why not?" Jake said nervously.

"Don't worry," Orlando said, caressing the back of Jake's neck. "Viggo is an incredible lover. He's almost incapable of inflicting pain, and he lives to give pleasure to others."

"Just do what you do," Jake said helplessly. "I'll try to keep up."

Orlando laughed softly and covered Jake's mouth with his. Viggo moved behind Jake and put his hands lightly on the young man's shoulders. Jake stiffened for a second, but when Viggo began a gentle massage, he relaxed again.

Viggo moved his hands slowly down, as Jake and Orlando necked like teenagers at the drive-in. With Orlando as a distraction, Viggo was able to ease Jake into the feel of large, rough hands on his skin. By the time Viggo's fingers curled around Jake's winged hipbones, Jake was so aroused that he didn't shy away from the big cock slotted between his cheeks.

Orlando reached around Jake to enfold both men in his arms. Jake moaned as he was pressed between them, their hard cocks burning into his skin like brands. His own arousal felt like a red-hot iron ingot and he wondered how Orlando could stand it against the tender flesh of his belly. Then Viggo nipped at Jake's nape at the same time as Orlando sucked Jake's tongue into his mouth and Jake very nearly passed out.

Orlando pulled away from Jake's mouth, looking at Viggo over the young man's shoulder. Viggo nodded his comprehension, stepping back to give Jake a little room. When Jake swayed groggily, Viggo hurried to slip an arm around his chest.

"Time to lie down," Orlando said.

Orlando reclined against the mattress and let his legs hang off the end. Jake gazed down at the riches so generously laid out for him and his eyes welled up. A tear fell on Viggo's forearm, and the man craned his neck to look into Jake's face.

"You okay?" Viggo asked.

"Uh huh. It's just too much. I don't know what I did to deserve this."

"You're a fellow human," Viggo said.

"And a really hot one," Orlando added.

That startled a laugh out of Jake and the tension was finally broken for good between the three men. "Okay," Jake said. "Show me everything."

Orlando and Viggo exchanged a droll look. "Don't think we have that much time," Viggo drawled over Orlando's giggles.

"Then I'll take whatever you want to give me," Jake smiled.

Viggo opened the night table drawer again and retrieved a pack of condoms. "I'm sure you've seen one of these before," Viggo said as he ripped open a packet.

Jake nodded, holding out his hand. Viggo grinned as he pushed Jake's hand away and deftly sheathed the young man's arousal. Jake raised an eyebrow as Viggo donned one himself.

"Just a precaution," Viggo's grin widened.

"I'm cooling off over here," Orlando reminded them.

"Greedy boy," Viggo said fondly and a liquid pulse of desire washed through Jake's groin.

Before he could think about it too long, Jake put a hand on Viggo's stubbled cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Viggo met him halfway, taking control and giving it back in a delicate duel of dominance. Shifting his balance, Viggo dragged his erection across Jake's and felt the young man tremble in his embrace.

"God!" Jake gasped when their lips parted. "I never … Wow! Just wow."

Orlando began to pout in earnest. "Shall I go have a snack then?"

Viggo and Jake turned toward the Brit.

"Just look at him," Viggo said with quiet pride.

Jake nodded. "I want what you have," he said sincerely.

"All you have to do is get over here," Orlando pointed out.

Viggo gave Jake a nudge. "You're all suited up, boy. Get in the game."

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Sports reference: you owe me two favors."

Viggo shrugged. "Your favors are always things like 'suck my left nipple until I beg you to stop'. I'd do that anyway. You want to guide Jake in, or should I?"

Jake tossed a look over his shoulder. "I've read the playbook; I just need some coaching."

"May I call attention to the fact that I'm already stretched and lubed?" Orlando said.

"I think you just did," Jake said. "Okay. I can do this. I want to do this."

"Come on," Orlando said. "I won't laugh at you."

"Well, that's very reassuring," Jake remarked as he hesitantly wrapped a hand around one of Orlando's ankles.

Orlando cooperated, bending his knees and rolling up on his shoulders. Jake gripped his aching shaft and nuzzled the head against Orlando's opening. With all the care and concentration of a diamond-cutter, Jake eased his arousal into Orlando and slid forward in minute increments. Orlando groaned and opened his eyes.

"Jake, that is so sweet," Orlando moaned. "Ah, stop there."

Jake's mouth hung slightly open as he looked inquiringly up from the point of entry.

"Continue," Orlando said in a tight voice. "Just letting you know where my trigger is."

Jake rolled his hips subtly, dragging the head of his erection over the same spot. "Is that your prostate?" he asked gravely.

"Uh, yeah, uh, guh-God, unh, all right, I think you've got the hang of it," Orlando stammered.

"Thanks for the tip."

"Ditto," Orlando gasped, making Jake smile broadly.

Viggo watched Jake pump fluidly into Orlando's sheathe, rocking his boy to a random pattern of shallow thrusts that was quickly driving Orlando to a sexual frenzy. With a jolt of jealousy that was more than a twinge, Viggo realized that he'd been thinking of Jake as an innocent virgin. That only held true as far as men were concerned and it appeared that Jake was more than passing familiar with the old in-out-in-out.

Curbing the direction his thoughts were taking, Viggo picked up the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. Putting a hand on Jake's back, he spoke matter-of-factly.

"If you're ready," Viggo said, "I can get involved now. If you just want to continue with what you're doing, that's fine too."

Jake bit his lower lip as he paused in his stroke. "I really want to feel something inside me," he said candidly. "I don't know where that comes from, but I know I want it."

"No need to try and explain," Viggo said. "Just take a deep breath and let it out."

Jake did as instructed and Viggo slid the tip of his finger past the ring of muscle into the hot, tight wetness beyond. Doing his best not to recoil, Jake opened himself to the sensations caused by the probing digit.

"Oh boy!" Jake yelped. "Oh wow!"

As Viggo massaged his prostate, Jake instinctively began to thrust. Orlando moaned his approval, letting one of his feet drop to the mattress. Jake cried out as the Brit planted his foot and pushed up with his pelvis.

"I'm gonna come!"

"No," Orlando panted. "Not yet, Jakey! Just a … few … more … oh … oh … yeah, Jakey, just like that. Bloody hell, that's good."

Viggo stomped on the little flame of jealousy that tried to flare back up and pushed another finger into Jake. Curling his fingers together, Viggo shunted them in Jake's sheath with a twisting motion of his wrist. Jake's breath came in harsh gasps, as his thrusts grew ragged. Throwing back his head, he closed his eyes and tried to hang on.

"Shit! Orlando! I can't … I can't wait anymore," Jake groaned.

"Touch me," Orlando moaned wantonly.

Without a second thought, Jake took hold of Orlando's lolling length and fisted it rapidly. Orlando arched his back and came without warning. Jake grunted and pushed deeper when the hotness that encased his arousal clamped down like a velvet vise. In three strokes, Jake was spending himself in the sweetest release he'd ever known.

"When you're ready, just ease out slowly," Viggo said in Jake's ear. "Not as slowly as you went in, but slowly."

Jake nodded, catching his breath as he began to disengage. Orlando groaned his disappointment at losing the delicious feeling of fullness that was a big part of sex for him. As soon as Jake had pulled out, Orlando wrapped long legs around him and pulled him down to the bed. Viggo lay down on Orlando's left side and brushed the damp curls off his husband's forehead as Orlando cradled Jake in his arms.

"I can't really form coherent thoughts right now," Jake murmured. "But believe me, when I can, I am going to thank you guys profusely. It'll be embarrassing for you, in fact."

"So … it was good for you?" Orlando said.

Jake chuckled softly. "You're utterly adorable," he told Orlando. "I envy you, Viggo, but I don't think I need an Orlando. I think I need someone like you."

Somewhere in the house, chimes played seven notes from the main theme of the Fellowship of the Ring.

"Is that your doorbell?" Jake asked. "Or am I having auditory hallucinations?"

Orlando looked at Viggo. "His timing is exquisite, as usual."

Viggo jumped up and pulled on his pants. "I'll get the door," he said. "Don't move."

The Series continues with Beautitude: Invocation