Fic: Taming of the Hugh (Ewan/Eric, NC-17, for 50kinkyways)

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Title: Taming of the Hugh
Author: salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 42. Moresome
Word Count: 2764
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Hugh comes to play.


Taming of the Hugh

"So how do you feel about Hugh?"

"Hugh who?"

"Jackman," Eric said, lightly smacking Ewan upside the head. "He's in town for some business stuff."

"He's fit. And built," Ewan answered. He got a dreamy look in his eyes. "Like you. Another great, hulking Aussie. Different accent but still sexy as fuck."

Eric growled.

"Yeah. Like that," Ewan grinned. "He's fucking huge. Man, the two of you could break me in half."

"Speaking of fucking..."

Ewan gave Eric a speculative look. "Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"Maybe," Eric shrugged. "How about dinner with him tomorrow?"

"OK by me."

*****

At dinner, Eric and Hugh bonded over their mutual harassment of Ewan, who had chosen an inappropriate shirt for the evening. Not inappropriate because it was a nice restaurant (it wasn't) or because anything was wrong with the shirt (a white button-down with thin silver stripes). The problem wasn't even that it was short-sleeved.

At least, not directly. The problem was that the bruises on Ewan's neck and arms showed.

Eric was having entirely too much fun telling Hugh all about the manner in which Ewan's arms had become bruised and imitating the yelp that Ewan made when Eric bit his triceps. He told Hugh all about the candy whip and the follow-up scene, and by that time it was starting to become clear to Ewan that some things had been said about him that weren't entirely true. Or might not be, depending on what Eric had told Hugh, but whatever he'd said, it was causing a lot of winking and nudging and eyebrow wiggling.

Ewan was sort of annoyed but more amused that Hugh was under the definite and mistaken impression that Ewan was Eric's sub.

Which was fine, since it was at least halfway true. Ewan would get even with Eric later, for whatever it was he'd told Hugh.

Hugh, not being privy to this inner promise, began seriously ribbing Ewan about liking to be man-handled. He was almost a little too familiar about it, as if he expected to be doing some man-handling of Ewan himself. Soon.

Which wasn't a bad idea. But still - there were appearances to maintain.

Ewan gave Eric a look that was both inquiring and disapproving. Eric smirked a bit and ignored him, so he kicked Eric under the table.

"What the fuck has your mouth been up to lately when I've not been around to keep it occupied?" Ewan demanded.

Eric had the grace to look a little uncomfortable. A bit flushed. A hint of uncertainty flickered through his eyes. "Nothing," he said in way that made Ewan know that "Nothing, sir" was what he meant.

And that there was a very good chance that Eric was hard. Right here in the restaurant. With Hugh sitting beside him.

A few rather grand ideas started swirling around Ewan's head. And lower.

"He's a bit touchy, eh?" Hugh joked, elbowing Eric, oblivious that the dynamic had shifted between the other two men.

Ewan grinned and made a mental note to make sure Hugh got what was coming to him, too.

By the end of dinner Ewan was smiling most of the times Hugh or Eric referred to him as "the wee Scot" and planning devious ways to turn the tables on the other two. Hugh was teasing, mostly, but flirting enough about it that Ewan could tell he wouldn't mind being invited home to play along with their kinky games for the night.

At least, Hugh wouldn't mind playing along with what he thought was going to happen, anyway.

Ewan tried not to giggle into his drink.

*****

"So," Ewan said, jingling the keys in his hand as he held open the front door. "Do you want a drink? Or do you want to fuck?"

The surprise on Hugh's face was priceless. He stood, shocked immobile, as Eric snickered and pushed inside, past them both.

Ewan grinned. Using the advantage of standing one step up and evening out the height difference, he leaned down and kissed Hugh. Just a short kiss, a hi there kiss, a testing the waters sort of thing.

It was nice.

Ewan, however, knew that Hugh could do a fuck of a lot better than "nice."

The second kiss was much better – lips and tongue and not quite so much licking to be wholly indecent if one of the neighbors saw them, but satisfying enough to get things warmed up. Definite sparks, which was good, if the three of them were going to have sex. Which they absolutely were, if Ewan had anything to say about it.

And that dazed look, a little uncertain and a little cocky, in Hugh's eyes, was fantastic. He knew what he was going to do with that, Ewan thought, grinning as they finally went inside.

"Ewan, go put these away, will you?" Eric said, taking Hugh's coat and shoving it and his own at Ewan. His words and attitude probably sounded like an order to Hugh, but Ewan knew it was a challenge. One he didn't intend to let slip, either. No fucking way was Ewan subbing tonight.

This was going to be fun.

Ewan took the coats into the guest bedroom and threw them over a chair. He lingered in the hallway long enough to overhear Eric reassuring Hugh that so long as he followed Eric's lead, he'd be fine. Hugh laughed and said he couldn't wait to see whatever was coming next.

Smirking, Ewan tiptoed into the bedroom to get a few things. No reason not to just get started – Eric had probably been hard through most of dinner, Hugh was interested, and Ewan was absolutely looking forward to turning the tables. That was the best thing about fucking men; it was all pretty damned simple when you got down to it.

He returned to the living room and held out Eric's collar. Eric's gaze focused on the strip of leather for a long moment, his inner struggle obvious. He'd thought he and Hugh were going to top, but now that Ewan was asserting his dominance and he'd brought out Eric's collar, well... Eric was happily entering slutty-sub-land, like a good little Pavlovian. There was a twitch of his lips and then he took the collar. He gave Ewan a lustful glance and a brief nod, acknowledging the shift.

Ewan gave Hugh a collar they'd never used before.

"Strip," he said, making himself comfortable in a chair.

Eric glanced at Hugh for less than a second before he started pulling off his clothes. His cock was so eager Ewan had a hard time not giggling as it surged out of Eric's jeans.

Hugh held the collar in his hand, looked at Eric getting naked, and started to unbutton his shirt. He tried to cover up his nervousness by doing a bit of a bump and grind, humming a little even, stripping for them.

Ewan tried hard not to grin and succeeded, for once. He called Eric over and had him kneel while Ewan buckled on his collar.

Hugh had paused his show, waiting for the audience to refocus, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Go help Hugh," Ewan directed. In moments Hugh was naked, a slight flush tingeing his neck and chest. Hard, but not rock-hard the way Eric was.

"Kneel."

The two big Aussies knelt, one right away, the other only after a hesitant glance at, and then nod from, the other.

Ewan got up and walked around them, studying the way Eric obediently clasped his hands behind his back, head angled slightly downward, eyes eager and excited.

Hugh was flushed, his hands uncertain and twitching on his thighs, brow slightly creased, avoiding eye contact. He still clutched the collar in his left hand. Ewan took it from him and buckled it on, loose.

He walked back in front of his two gorgeous men and slowly removed his shirt. He put on a more subtle show than Hugh had, playing up the sensuality of the act rather than the humor. Relishing the gasp Hugh made as he saw the extensiveness of the bite-bruises all over Ewan's chest and shoulders and stomach and back.

When he turned around, Ewan caught Hugh's confused glance at Eric. "I like a bit of pain," he explained with a wink, in a way that didn't actually explain anything at all if the furrow in Hugh's brow were any indication.

"Entertain me," Ewan said, sitting down again. He cocked his head to the side as if he was thinking, then let a boyish grin spread across his face, just a hint of naughtiness in the eyes. "I know! Wrestle each other – winner gets to fuck the loser."

There was only a split-second delay before Hugh was on top of Eric, grappling and pushing with fierce determination. Ewan couldn't tell whether Hugh was motivated by an intense desire not to bottom or if Eric just didn't care enough to bother fighting back or what. The fight was over almost before Ewan had a chance to enjoy the flexing and bulging of all those muscles, the smell of light fresh sweat, and the soft grunts as they struggled with each other.

Hugh's knee met the inside of Eric's thigh, dangerously close to the goods.

Eric sprawled flat, yelping "I give!"

Hugh's triumphant smile faltered as Eric elbowed him in the ribs, hard.

"Fucking cheater."

"Fucking winner," Hugh answered. "Which means you're fucked, Bana. Utterly screwed. By me."

Eric rolled his eyes. He looked over at Ewan.

Ewan shrugged. "He did win, even if he cheated. I never said there were any rules, and he didn't actually get you in the balls, did he?" Eric shook his head. "All right then. Knees and elbows, Eric. Hugh, supplies are in that drawer there."

Ewan pulled off the rest of his clothes and sat back, watching as Hugh suited up and then began to generously apply lube to Eric's hole. It was amusing to see that a man who had almost "cheated" and broken the one rule all men obey by kneeing another bloke in the nads was now being extra liberal with the preparations - two fingers at a time, rubbing all over until he found Eric's hotspot, slow and gentle.

And never once looking up, his expression rapt, focused on the sight of his fingers gliding in and out of Eric's tight arse.

It was a sight worth watching, Ewan knew. And it was refreshing to have that reminder from a third party, to take the time to slow down and appreciate the nuances of fucking again, like their first few times together, Ewan though as he stroked himself.

It also made Ewan think that Hugh maybe didn't really know what he was doing so well. And maybe he had been so determined to top at all costs because he wasn't experienced at bottoming. Maybe he never had, in fact.

Hm. Ewan could do it, he thought. Act on the man's pride and challenge him to it, and Hugh could be in the middle of a man sandwich. No one would ever forget losing their cherry like that.

But it just didn't seem right. If Hugh hadn't bottomed or didn't like it, that was his business – this was just a one-off, just a fling, so best to keep it light. And plus, Eric's face like that, eyes screwed shut as he was fingered so thoroughly, mouth open, moaning soft guttural moans... Ewan wanted that mouth on his cock.

"That's enough, Hugh. Fuck him already."

Eric gave Ewan a look of gratitude. He slid his knees a bit wider apart. "You just going to watch, then?"

Ewan glared. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" The obvious rhetorical nature of the question became clear as Ewan slid off the chair to kneel in front of Eric. He shoved his cock at his lover, smacking him on the cheek. "Shut up and suck, you dirty slag. I know you're drooling for it."

Eric's eyes twinkled with amusement as he opened his mouth, demonstrating that he was, in fact.

Hugh's expression was a cross between bliss at being engulfed completely by the wonders of Eric's tight arse and still a bit uncertain and surprised by Ewan.

Winking at Hugh, Ewan started a steady litany of crude praise for Eric's cock-sucking skills. "Fucking love to see you swallowing my cock, the way you let it just slide in, all the way back and down your hungry little throat..." He praised Eric's sloppy wet drooling mouth, his tight lips, and how much Ewan loved fucking his face.

He moved on to Eric's body next: "Love the way your arms bulge when you're getting fucked, like that cock filling you up reaches all the way through your whole body. You love it, don't you? You can feel it all the way into your throat, I bet, the way Hugh's slamming his prick into your greedy hole."

A moan of agreement came from deep in Eric's throat, causing Ewan to buck his hips forward, sinking deeper into Eric's welcoming mouth. Hugh had almost lost his rhythm and was digging his fingers into Eric's hips in an effort to hold back.

Ewan decide to egg him on, continuing the obscene litany. "Fuck him harder, Hugh - he loves it. Loves being fucked deep by a thick, hard cock, loves being used like the great greedy slut he is. Loves having a prick in each hole, being filled and fucked by two blokes at the same time, don't you?"

Eric gurgled, eyes closed, lost in the wash of sensations.

Hugh started to shiver, his face twisting into a grimace as the red flush on his chest swept up his face and down his torso.

Ewan reached across the length of Eric's back and pinched one of Hugh's nipples. Once he had the other man's attention, he tweaked the other one, twisting both gently in his fingers. "You going to shoot your load?" he asked politely. "You ready to fill Eric's arse with your cream? Get him nice and filthy for me?"

A noise between a gasp and groan burst out of Hugh as he stiffened all over, plowing deep into Eric's muscular cheeks one last time. He whimpered a bit, shaking through the last of his climax with shallow jerks, then collapsed forward, burying his face just below Eric's shoulder blades.

Ewan laughed, then moaned as Eric renewed his sucking. He pulled away from that wet heaven, and barked "Move!" at Hugh, who withdrew.

Still in a bit of daze, Hugh sprawled out on the carpet next to Eric and lounged, watching them.

After some quick work with the lube, Ewan slid into Eric's welcoming heat. He pressed on Eric's back with all of his weight, until Eric's face was flat against the floor. "Dirty slut," he growled. "You're already so loose and open for me. Bet you're gagging for it, yeah? Want to come? Do you think I should let you?"

Eric nodded his head, panting as Ewan assaulted his prostate with every stroke. His hands clenched and unclenched by his sides, struggling with control.

"Give the man a hand, Hugh," Ewan ordered, finished teasing. He was gratified to see no hesitation at all as Hugh roused himself enough to wiggle an arm under Eric's hips and grab his cock. Once the movement of Hugh's hand wanking Eric threw their rhythm out of sync, Ewan let himself go. He pressed in deep, reaching down to cup both Eric's and his own bollocks, rubbing them together as he came, feeling all four tighten and quiver as Eric reached orgasm almost simultaneously.

The gut-wrenching groan from Eric was a good indication, too, especially followed by his collapse forward. Ewan relaxed, settling into his rightful place, on top of Eric.

Several heartbeats passed.

Eric grunted, lifting his hips as Hugh removed his sticky arm from the bottom of the pile.

One eye at a time, Ewan refocused on the two men under and beside him. He grinned, although half of his face was squashed by Eric's back.

"Who's the 'subby wee Scot' now?" he teased.

Hugh chuckled. He looked at Eric for a moment, who lifted his head in response. One great heave of his body and Eric was up and over, on top of Ewan. Ewan let his limbs sprawl in satiated relaxation, unwilling to fight back. Hugh's hands held down Ewan's arms anyway, just in case he decided to struggle.

"Looks like you are," both Aussies laughed.

~end~