Chasing the Truth
It was the incessant tapping that finally woke Sean. He shifted a bit, enjoying the warmth of the blankets and the body draped across his torso, not wanting to wake up just yet. He finally cracked open one eye to see Viggo sitting propped up against the footboard of the large sleigh bed, typing away on his laptop. Glancing down at the ginger hair tucked under his chin, Sean smiled and remembered the events of the night before.
When he and the doctor had returned to the examining room Viggo had been holding Billy, trying to comfort the young man who was dealing with two years of pent-up emotions. Laughing through his tears, Billy had reached out his good arm for Sean to join them. The promise of unfettered freedom had made an amazing change in Billy. His face lit up with joy, his eyes shone with exhilaration and his bubbling laugh had infected all three of the older men. The small room had been filled with hope and laughter, making Sean�s chest swell with something he couldn�t put into words.
Dr. McKellen had only the one spare room, but it had boasted a king sized bed so all three of his unexpected visitors had simply piled in when the doctor announced they�d all live and bid them goodnight. Sean and Viggo had put Billy in the middle without a thought. The three patients had been asleep almost as soon as they�d settled in.
Opening both eyes, Sean rubbed the sleep out of them and smiled softly at Viggo. �Morning.�
�Good morning. How�s your head?� Viggo asked, returning the smile.
�Much better. A little sore maybe, but not pounding like it did last night.� Sean ran a hand through Billy�s unruly hair and smiled. �He needs a haircut. He�s looking a bit shaggy.�
�I think you�re both adorable, personally.�
Sean snorted in amusement at the endearment. �I�m a great manly man, Viggo. I can�t look �adorable�.�
�Sure, Sean. You keep telling yourself that. Seriously, you two look good together.�
�Trying to get rid of me, Vig?�
�Of course not, you twit. I wouldn�t mind adding Billy, though. If you were both up to, that is.�
Sean chuckled, his chest making Billy�s head bounce slightly. �Well, judging by the woody in my pants, I�d say was I was definitely �up� for it.�
The laughing had apparently woken Billy, who lifted his head from Sean�s chest and blinked sleepily. The younger man�s eyes were still red-rimmed from exhaustion and the previous night�s crying, and he had a crease on the left side of his face from a wrinkle in Sean�s shirt. Still, he looked beautiful to Sean. Sort of pixie-ish.
Smiling a bit shyly, Billy shifted so he could support his weight on his left elbow. His right hand slid down Sean�s chest and abdomen until the thin fingers were running very softly along Sean�s cock, confined inside the borrowed sweatpants, which got harder from the sensation.
Sean thought he would explode when Billy licked those cupid-bow lips nervously and said, �I could take care of that for you, if you like.�
A quick glance at Viggo told Sean he was on his own. His lover�s whole body seemed to quiver with anticipation and desire, his eyes clearly saying it was Sean�s decision to make. Looking back down at Billy�s sharp-featured face, he tried to read the expression there.
�Billy, you don�t owe us anything. We won�t hold you to your offer, because it�s not what made us change our minds. If anything, we owe you.�
Billy ducked his head a moment and sighed softly. The fingers stopped their gentle caress and Sean bit back a moan of protest. Then the small hand slid under the waistband to wrap around his cock and Billy�s head lifted once more, an exasperated smile gracing his lips. The words that came out of Billy�s mouth were music to Sean�s ears.
�I wasn�t offering out of gratitude, Sean. You�re right-you two owe me and I plan to collect. I was makin� the offer, �cause I want to.�
Sean reached out to brush a lock of hair out of Billy�s eyes and tried to reign in his mounting desire. �Are you sure, Billy? You�re not doing this out of some sense of obligation?�
�Don�t be daft. I just think the pair of you are gorgeous and you make me hornier than a teenager.� To prove his point, Billy began to slide his hand up and down Sean�s erection. �Besides, despite your obvious faults, I sort of like you. Both of you.�
Evidently Billy had had enough of arguing about it, because the next thing Sean knew his sweats were yanked down far enough for Billy to get at what he wanted. When those beautiful lips closed over the head of his cock, Sean thought he�d died in that car accident and was just now receiving his heavenly reward.
�Sweet mercy.�
At Viggo�s strangled words, Sean looked up and tried to focus on something besides Billy�s deliciously hot, moist mouth around his dick. He�d almost forgotten his lover was in the same bed. �Viggo?�
Viggo dropped the laptop unceremoniously over the side of the bed and crawled closer to the pair. �God, Sean, does that feel as good as it looks?�
�It feels like fucking heaven.�
Sean let one hand settle on Billy�s head and ran the other under the collar of the ridiculously large flannel shirt to rest on hot, damp skin. Sean felt small deft fingers gently roll and squeeze his balls, making his eyes roll back. �Fuck, that feels good.�
Wanting to join in the fun, Viggo reached around to tug loose the tie on Billy�s pajama bottoms. Billy didn�t even pause in his sucking on Sean when Viggo gave a yank and pulled the bottoms completely off. Leaning over Billy, Viggo stretched to reach Sean for a long, deep kiss. Drawing away when they both needed air, Viggo traced his lover�s moist lips then let two fingers slide inside Sean�s mouth.
Knowing what Viggo wanted, Sean sucked on the digits until they were good and wet. Viggo pulled them free and leaned in for one more kiss, their tongues battling. The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing, obscene slurping from Billy and the occasional moan of pleasure.
Pushing up the hem of the too-big shirt, Viggo bent his head to kiss a trail down Billy�s back. He let his moist fingers slide down the cleft of Billy�s ass and rest gently on the puckered opening. Viggo felt no resistance from Billy when he gave a tentative push with one finger, so he kissed one sacral dimple and pushed slowly inside.
�Viggo?� Sean moaned and thumped his head against the headboard. �Shit, Billy, do that again. That thing with your tongue.�
Adding a second finger when Billy showed no signs of discomfort from the first, Viggo pushed deep to seek out that little place of pleasure. �Fuck, Sean, you should feel this. He�s so soft and open. Beautiful.�
The moaning Billy made from the pleasure of what Viggo was doing to him reverberated around Sean�s cock, making him shudder. He wouldn�t last much longer. He watched as Viggo reached inside his own pants to grasp his cock and start pumping a rhythm to match the one he set in Billy�s ass. His own orgasm starting to build, Sean removed his hand from the younger man�s collar to reach down and attend to Billy�s neglected cock.
Sean thought he�d come just from the sounds they were making. He didn�t think he�d ever seen anything as hot as the two beautiful men sharing his bed. His breath quickened as his orgasm teetered on the edge and he clutched Billy�s hair with one hand. Sean slapped his other hand over his mouth to muffle his howl of pleasure as the orgasm tipped over the edge and picked up speed. His body arched, every muscle tightening. Sean could feel the muscles of Billy�s mouth and throat as he swallowed the spurts of sperm, making him twitch with aftershocks.
Billy lifted his head and wiped his mouth with his good hand, his face open and beautiful. Sean read the need in the younger man�s expression, reminding him he had unfinished business. Leaning down, he captured the sinful lips and tasted himself on Billy�s tongue. He resumed his grip on Billy�s cock, setting a pace to match Viggo�s rapidly building rhythm. He knew both men were close.
Trailing wet kisses along Billy�s stubbled cheek, Sean smiled. He could feel Billy�s hand twitching against his ribs, fingers curling and uncurling, like a cat kneading its paws. The younger man�s breath hitched as he unconsciously pushed back against Viggo�s fingers, then forward into Sean�s hand. With a soft, high keen, Billy came all over Sean�s hand. Smiling wickedly at Viggo, Sean raised his hand and licked the come off one swipe at a time. With a groan at the sight, Viggo hunched over slightly and pumped frantically until he, too, orgasmed.
All three slumped to the bed in a pile of sweat-damp arms and legs. Using his feet, Sean pulled the duvet up until he could reach it with his hand to cover them up. He settled in and turned his head on the pillow to see bright green eyes, a bit glazed and sated, appraising his own.
�Okay, Billy?�
�Mmm.� Reaching behind him to grab one of Viggo�s hands, Billy pulled the arm over to wrap around his waist. �Was it good, Sean? It�s been a while.�
�Christ, if it had been any better you might�ve killed me.�
Snuggling up against Billy�s back, Viggo rested his chin on top of the younger man�s head on the pillow. �Wouldn�t want that, Sean. Maybe he should just blow me, then.�
�No, no, that�s not necessary.� Sean tried to look solemn and sincere, failing miserably. �I think the fair thing would be blowjobs all around, wouldn�t you agree?�
Growing sleepy from the sex, and the body heat of his two new lovers, Billy�s eyes drooped. ��S a good idea, Sean. Let�s do that when I wake up.�
Sean smiled fondly as Billy drifted back to sleep, safe and content. �You heard the man, Viggo. Wonder how long we have to let him sleep?�
�As long as he wants to, Sean. He needs it. We all do, to be honest. I think we should rest up a bit before we try shagging ourselves silly. My knee is killing me, now.� Viggo smiled crookedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. �Besides, we need the time to come up with something to tell Ian to explain the state of his sheets.�
�Mmm. Shagging. Looking forward to that bit.� Sean settled more comfortably and grimaced. �Not sure my head is thanking me for what we just did. As for Ian�s sheets�we�ll just toss �em in the wash with our clothes. Later. When we wake up.�
~*~
The sun was well up by the time Viggo woke up again and gently untangled his legs from Billy�s. He watched his bedmates sleep for a few moments, the sun highlighting the two fair heads, glinting gold in Sean�s hair and bronze in Billy�s. Viggo reluctantly eased himself from the bed and nearly stepped on his discarded laptop. Smiling at the memory of how it ended up on the floor, he bent and picked it up to lay it on a side table. Leaving his lovers to sleep, Viggo slipped quietly from the room in search of Ian.
He found the doctor down the hall in the small kitchen sitting at the table, sipping his tea and reading the paper. Ian was dressed and had obviously been up and about for hours. The older man smiled when Viggo shuffled into the room.
�Good morning, Viggo. How�s the knee?�
�Much better. We really can�t thank you enough for your help last night.� Viggo sat down in the chair at the opposite end of the table when Ian waved his hand at it. He nodded at the offer of toast and poured a cup of tea. �I thought I�d let Sean and Billy sleep a bit more.�
�No need for thanks, my boy. I was glad to do it. How are my other two patients?�
There was something about the arch of Ian�s eyebrow that made Viggo think the good doctor had heard what they�d been up to earlier that morning. Feeling his face heat up a bit, Viggo cleared his throat in embarrassment. �Oh, they seem fine. Sean�s head was hurting a bit earlier, but I�m sure he�ll be fine.�
�No doubt.� Dr. McKellen smiled as he sipped his tea, enjoying Viggo�s discomfort. �He�ll probably have headaches now and again for a few days. As for Billy, he�ll need his own doctor to keep an eye on the break. Make sure the wrist doesn�t swell any further and make the cast too tight. Other than that, the lad just needs a little fattening up. He�s a bit thin, even for his stature.�
�Sean and I plan to fix that. Part of his problem has been the stress of hiding for so long. Mostly, though, I think it�s been that he�s had very little money since fleeing Glasgow.� Leaning back in his chair, Viggo grinned ruefully. �Though I wouldn�t worry too much about Billy. Skinny he may be, but I can say first hand that he�s a hell of lot stronger than he looks.�
�Gave you a bit of trouble, did he?�
�Even handcuffed, it took both of us to take him down after he�d crawled through a window to escape us. Gave poor Sean quite a blow to the family jewels as it were.� Viggo couldn�t help laughing softly, remembering the look on Sean�s face.
�I didn�t see you laughing when you were rolling about on the ground back in London after our Billy had given a knee to your own family jewels.�
Ian and Viggo looked up as Sean walked through the door and pulled up a chair at the table, eyes still bleary with sleep and hair matted down on one side. At the doctor�s questioning expression, Viggo shrugged and grinned crookedly. �I told you I knew first hand that he�s stronger than he looks. But, I can safely say he did no permanent damage.�
�So I heard.�
The doctor�s sardonic reply had Viggo gaping and Sean choking on the tea he�d just tried to swallow. Chuckling at their reactions, Ian reached over to slap Sean on the back. �It�s alright. There�s nothing wrong with enjoying each other�s company, so to speak. Besides, if I had a lovely eager lad as that in my bed I would�ve done the same.�
Sean had stopped choking and now a cat-ate-the-canary look settled across his face, broad smile beaming. �Aye, there�s nothing like a couple of sexy men to wake up to.�
�I wouldn�t know, since they�d both buggered off and left me by myself.�
Viggo struggled to contain his own mirth as he reached over to slap Sean in the shoulder when he burst out laughing. Billy was certainly a sight. His left cheek was rosy from Sean�s body heat, hair sticking up in every direction possible. The pajamas were the topper, though. He�d rolled up the sleeves, but the pants covered both feet with inches to spare and Viggo wondered how Billy kept from tripping over them.
�Keep laughing, Sean. I�ll make you pay for it later, when I�m not so hungry.�
As Billy settled into the empty chair and reached for some toast, trying to keep the baggy sleeves out of the marmalade, Sean attempted to regain a bit of decorum. Occasional snorts of laughter slipped out from time to time as they ate, earning him dirty looks from Billy and smiles from Ian.
Folding his paper and putting it aside, Ian leaned back in his chair and regarded his houseguests. �I made a few phone calls this morning on your behalf. Your car was located and towed to the local garage. Peter, the owner, told me it would be several days before it could be repaired. This is a small village, so I�m afraid hiring a new one will be unlikely. My nephew, Orlando, is driving into London this afternoon to visit his girlfriend. If you�d like, he has offered to give you a lift.�
At the stunned looks on the three faces staring back at him, Ian smiled kindly. �I�m sure you lads would have done the same for me, had I ended up on your doorstep and in need.�
Gratitude shone clearly in the faces of Viggo and Sean, while Billy looked near tears once more. Ian suspected the young man would be wearing his emotions on his sleeve for several days yet. �Billy, I�m sure you�d like to get into something that fits a bit better. I�ve washed the clothes you lads were wearing last night, as well as what I found in the bags retrieved from the boot of your car. Let�s get that cast settled before you shower, however.�
Getting up to search through a couple of drawers, Ian returned to the table with a plastic bag and a thick rubber band. He slipped both over the cast on Billy�s wrist and gave the young man a nudge on the shoulder. �Go on, lad. You�ll find your clothes on the countertop. Just save a bit of hot water for Sean and Viggo.�
Billy got up from the table, pulling up the waistband of the borrowed pajamas, and grinned wickedly. �I�ll be sure to leave them as much hot water as they left me yesterday.�
As Billy disappeared around the corner, his words sunk in and Sean sighed. �Bugger. Cold showers for us this morning, Vig.�
Ian poured another cup of tea and reached for the sugar. �I wanted to speak to you about another matter, but didn�t want Billy to hear. I�m sure it�s difficult enough for him simply trying to deal with the recent turn of events. I spoke to my solicitor in London about your situation. He told me that until you could produce hard evidence that Billy did not embezzle that money, he still would be sent to Glasgow if anyone catches you three. When you get to London, make sure you keep him out of sight until you�ve found the man you�re looking for and have secured his confession. Gerard, my solicitor, recommends you secure said confession at the local constabulary, just to keep everything legal.�
Sighing, Sean slouched in his chair and rubbed his eyes wearily. �So despite everything, he�s still a fugitive. Wonderful. Well, it took us two bloody years to catch the little bugger, so with any luck he�ll stay under wraps until we can find Serkis.�
Shooting Viggo a lecherous grin, Sean sat up a bit straighter. �We�ll just have to take turns keeping him occupied, eh Viggo?�
Before he could respond, the slap of bare feet drew Viggo�s attention to the doorway. Billy stood there dripping water, holding a towel around his narrow waist, a wide grin on his face. Viggo raised an eyebrow in question, feeling his own lips twitch into a smile.
�You know how hard it is to shampoo your hair with only one hand? And it�s nigh impossible for me to wash my own back. Anyone want to lend me a hand?�
As Sean and Viggo scrambled to their feet, chair legs squealing on the wooden floor, Billy laughed with delight and darted down the hall. There was a thud followed by a yelp of pain which turned into high pitched giggles as Viggo and Sean apparently caught up to Billy, who�d slipped in the hallway. Lifting his eyes heavenward, Ian raised his voice to be heard above the feet pounding toward the shower.
�Billy, dear, do try not to break the other wrist!�
Then, smiling, Ian reached once more for his paper. It was so nice to hear laughter in the house once again.
Mindful of the tight quarters of Ian's guest shower, there was no acrobatic sex. Instead it was a slow, sensual learning of each other�s bodies. Billy still could hardly believe the turn his luck had taken. From the beginning, even though he'd feared Sean and Viggo's dogged determination to prove him guilty, Billy had admired their obvious love and understanding of each other. They were attractive in so many different ways. Now, here he was...sharing a shower with them.
They were pressed close together by the confines of the tiled walls, slippery hands everywhere exploring new territory. Billy smirked at the shiver he caused by sliding soap-slick fingertips down Sean's spine, and laughed in delight at the look on Viggo's face when he poked one thin finger into the older man's bellybutton. Viggo got entirely too much pleasure, in Billy's opinion, when he discovered how ticklish Billy's sides were. They hastily washed off any remaining soap and scrambled from the shower when the water began to run cold.
Watching Sean shiver from the cold as he quickly toweled off, Billy laughed and gave him a shove. "Serves you right for leaving me a cold shower last time."
Sean wrapped the towel around his neck and grabbed the boxers Ian had apparently left for him. "It's not our fault. We would've gladly shared with you if we'd known."
"Ah, well. We'll just have to make up for missed opportunities, aye?"
Billy loved the slip-slide of warm damp skin as Viggo pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed the top of his head. "We'll definitely be making up for lost time, Billy. You may need a vacation from us before we're through."
"Looking forward to that."
Shite, they had to find bloody Serkis soon. Billy definitely was looking forward to having Sean and Viggo all to himself. Alone. No case, no worries, nothing. Just each other. Christ, it had been so very long since Billy had shared his heart with anyone. What he felt for the two older men made his heart ache with the beauty of it. He was terrified it would blow up in his face. But what he could have if it all worked out was worth taking the chance. He could see the affection and desire in their eyes when he looked at Viggo and Sean. Given time, it might grow to be love. That...was worth risking everything for.
~*~
Ian�s nephew arrived in a burst of energy, hugging the doctor until Viggo feared for the older man�s ribs. After introductions were made, Orlando helped carry the bags to his car as he and Billy discussed the band whose logo adorned the tall lanky nephew�s t-shirt. Both young men were anxious to get to London, for separate reasons. Orlando waved his arms in a shooing gesture, trying to herd Sean and Viggo to the car, while Billy�s eyes fairly begged them to hurry.
Chuckling at their energy and antics, Viggo stopped to shake Ian�s hand in gratitude for his help. �Ian, we can�t thank you enough for what you�ve done. When everything is settled and Billy is cleared, we�ll come back for the car.�
Viggo was pulled into a quick embrace as the older man slapped his back in farewell. �No thanks are necessary, my boy. You three are always welcome here. Return whenever you like.�
Stepping aside after shaking Ian�s hand, Sean smiled as Billy hugged the doctor with nearly as much enthusiasm as Orlando had. Looking up with an impish smile, Billy raised up on his toes to whisper in the tall doctor�s ear.
�I put the sheets and towels in the wash for you. Sorry about the mess.�
Tipping his head back and laughing, Ian wrapped his long arms around Billy, eyes sparkling with merriment. �I�m going to miss you lads.�
Leaning down, he whispered softly in Billy�s small ear. �I wish you luck, my boy. Trust Viggo and Sean�they adore you. I see it in their eyes.�
�Truly?� Billy whispered back.
Smiling kindly, Ian gazed into the younger man�s big green eyes. �Truly. Never doubt it, my lad.�
�I won�t.�
�If you two are through sharing secrets over there, we need to get going or I�ll be getting nothing from my girlfriend tonight but a cold shoulder.� Orlando bounced where he stood, anxious to hit the road.
Laughing, Billy gave Ian one more quick hug then ran to slide into the backseat with Sean. Orlando and Viggo climbed into the front, waving as the car pulled away, all four passengers eager to reach their destination.
Part 6
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