said wryly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept in the open,” Benoît muttered, but his shoulder still hurt like the devil, and the idea of curling up in the corner of a stable yard or under a haystack didn’t appeal. “Fine, I’ll stay tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll start looking for a way to earn my keep elsewhere.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to speak with M. de Tréville,” Aristide corrected, lighting a taper and leading Benoît up the narrow stairway to the upper story. The room was little more than a wedge under the eaves, with a cot and a table where Aristide set the candle. “I’m afraid it’s a bit dusty up here; perhaps you can open the window to freshen the air,” he suggested. “Come down whenever you’re ready in the morning.”
Benoît shook his head, already opening the window to let in the cool night air. “I think I’ll wait for you to come find me. I’d rather not walk in on another… demonstration of your friends’ activities. Where will you sleep? I only saw the one bed, and it’s obviously occupied.”
Aristide paused at the head of the stairs, turning his head to smile back at Benoît. “With Perrin and Léandre, of course. ‘One for all, and all for one’, remember?” Feeling an unworthy satisfaction at the blacksmith’s shocked expression, he started down the steps, adding over his shoulder, “I hope we won’t keep you awake, but Léandre does tend to get rather loud.”
Benoît blushed furiously as Aristide disappeared into the sitting room. Aristide intended to join them? All three of them? His mind reeled at the images it conjured up. How was that even possible? Closing the door to the small room, he determined to put such thoughts from his head and get a good night’s sleep.
He really shouldn’t take such pleasure in shocking an innocent provincial, Aristide berated himself as he returned downstairs, making sure the door was latched before heading into the bedroom. Benoît had made it clear he had no interest in men, or in Aristide personally; it was unworthy to taunt him about it. Or to feel vaguely guilty about stripping off his dusty travelling clothes and pushing Perrin aside to make room for himself in their bed. This was where he belonged, not mooning over something he could never have.
“Welcome home,” Perrin purred, pulling Aristide between him and Léandre. “We’ve missed you.” He ran eager hands over the hard planes of Aristide’s body, not at all surprised when the third musketeer stirred in response.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you, I’m sure,” Aristide husked, his blood heating in response to his lovers’ greetings. Léandre’s blond head swung from bobbing over Perrin’s cock to lick eagerly at Aristide’s stiffening shaft, prompting Aristide to pull Perrin’s head to his for a hard kiss. Pushing thoughts of the man upstairs firmly from his mind, he focused his attention on remapping the familiar terrain of the dark-haired musketeer’s mouth, then urging Léandre up to kiss him with equal thoroughness. “Fuck, I need this,” he groaned. “You two had each other. I didn’t have privacy even for the relief of my own hand.”
“ Mon pauvre ,” Perrin bemoaned teasingly, “let us take care of you.” He slid his hand between their bodies so he could find Aristide’s stiffening shaft, stroking it to full hardness. “This will feel so good inside me, unless you’d rather I give you a long, hard fucking.”
“It’s always good to have some ambition in your life.” Aristide smiled, reaching down to stroke Perrin in return.
“Even when it’s an impossible one,” Léandre added, leaning over Aristide to tweak at Perrin’s nipple. “Aristide will think I’ve been neglecting you while he was away.” Pulling the tawny-haired musketeer’s head closer to his, he murmured into his ear, “He’s had his arse pounded long and well since we parted. I’d be happy to demonstrate for you, if you’d like. And
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept in the open,” Benoît muttered, but his shoulder still hurt like the devil, and the idea of curling up in the corner of a stable yard or under a haystack didn’t appeal. “Fine, I’ll stay tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll start looking for a way to earn my keep elsewhere.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to speak with M. de Tréville,” Aristide corrected, lighting a taper and leading Benoît up the narrow stairway to the upper story. The room was little more than a wedge under the eaves, with a cot and a table where Aristide set the candle. “I’m afraid it’s a bit dusty up here; perhaps you can open the window to freshen the air,” he suggested. “Come down whenever you’re ready in the morning.”
Benoît shook his head, already opening the window to let in the cool night air. “I think I’ll wait for you to come find me. I’d rather not walk in on another… demonstration of your friends’ activities. Where will you sleep? I only saw the one bed, and it’s obviously occupied.”
Aristide paused at the head of the stairs, turning his head to smile back at Benoît. “With Perrin and Léandre, of course. ‘One for all, and all for one’, remember?” Feeling an unworthy satisfaction at the blacksmith’s shocked expression, he started down the steps, adding over his shoulder, “I hope we won’t keep you awake, but Léandre does tend to get rather loud.”
Benoît blushed furiously as Aristide disappeared into the sitting room. Aristide intended to join them? All three of them? His mind reeled at the images it conjured up. How was that even possible? Closing the door to the small room, he determined to put such thoughts from his head and get a good night’s sleep.
He really shouldn’t take such pleasure in shocking an innocent provincial, Aristide berated himself as he returned downstairs, making sure the door was latched before heading into the bedroom. Benoît had made it clear he had no interest in men, or in Aristide personally; it was unworthy to taunt him about it. Or to feel vaguely guilty about stripping off his dusty travelling clothes and pushing Perrin aside to make room for himself in their bed. This was where he belonged, not mooning over something he could never have.
“Welcome home,” Perrin purred, pulling Aristide between him and Léandre. “We’ve missed you.” He ran eager hands over the hard planes of Aristide’s body, not at all surprised when the third musketeer stirred in response.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you, I’m sure,” Aristide husked, his blood heating in response to his lovers’ greetings. Léandre’s blond head swung from bobbing over Perrin’s cock to lick eagerly at Aristide’s stiffening shaft, prompting Aristide to pull Perrin’s head to his for a hard kiss. Pushing thoughts of the man upstairs firmly from his mind, he focused his attention on remapping the familiar terrain of the dark-haired musketeer’s mouth, then urging Léandre up to kiss him with equal thoroughness. “Fuck, I need this,” he groaned. “You two had each other. I didn’t have privacy even for the relief of my own hand.”
“ Mon pauvre ,” Perrin bemoaned teasingly, “let us take care of you.” He slid his hand between their bodies so he could find Aristide’s stiffening shaft, stroking it to full hardness. “This will feel so good inside me, unless you’d rather I give you a long, hard fucking.”
“It’s always good to have some ambition in your life.” Aristide smiled, reaching down to stroke Perrin in return.
“Even when it’s an impossible one,” Léandre added, leaning over Aristide to tweak at Perrin’s nipple. “Aristide will think I’ve been neglecting you while he was away.” Pulling the tawny-haired musketeer’s head closer to his, he murmured into his ear, “He’s had his arse pounded long and well since we parted. I’d be happy to demonstrate for you, if you’d like. And
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