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Retroactively, asking Wilde to spar perhaps wasn’t the best idea.Barnes could feel the atmosphere change as Wilde’s wrapped foot slid across the floor and he got into position. The air went quiet, shivering around the pair of them as Wilde tilted his head down and lifted his fists to cover his face. Zolf had insisted on wrapping his knuckles, both for the sake of Barnes’ kidneys and Wilde’s split skin, but Barnes could already see red blossoming under the bandages.“Ready?” Wilde asked. He fought with closed fists. He rolled his shoulders and shook out his hands before closing them again, promising Barnes a world of pain.“Yeah,” Barnes said. He didn’t hunch as much as he fought, preferring to have his height behind his swings. Wilde was a fair opponent in that regard, but he was better just fighting with his fists compared to Barnes’ ability to use his whole body. If he could just get Wilde on the ground—Once Barnes had planted his feet, Wilde swung. It wasn’t a warning blow, either, it was a full force hook towards Barnes’ left cheekbone. The benefit of open palm fighting was that it was fairly easy to Barnes to catch his wrist, but then Wilde drove his free hand into Barnes’ ribs and kneed him in the stomach.Bent down as he was, nose burning and a pain like shattered glass consuming one side of his body, Barnes charged forward to get his shoulder into Wilde’s stomach and try to knock him off balance. What he had expected to be a winded oof or a surprised shout was a snarl, with Wilde throwing up a knee to knock Barnes away while simultaneously pounding on his back.He had gained weight, Wilde, and it was all muscle. Trying to knock him down with a shove just wasn’t going to happen, especially since he had good form, so Barnes got out of the danger zone and spat off to the side while he and Wilde began to circle each other.“Come on,” Wilde said. “You’re holding back.”Having moved his hands to speak, Barnes saw an opportunity. He brought up his leg, but Wilde was tall, and catching his forearm and kicking his fist into his own face was harder than Barnes had anticipated. Wilde reeled back and stumbled before driving forward and trying to grab Barnes’ leg, but Barnes shuffled out of reach before going in for a kidney punch while Wilde was off balance. Wilde gasped and his breathing wheezed and he went red in the face before he followed Barnes in his retreat.Barnes threw up his arms to defend his face, but Wilde was just wailing on him. Wilde barely gave him a second to catch his breath, throwing his fists until Barnes’ arms ached and he had to break his defensive stance before Wilde broke his arm. Barnes ducked and he side-stepped, swinging to catch Wilde in the back of the ribs. Wilde made an aggravated noise more like a child not getting what they wanted than a person taking a punch and Barnes heard the balls of his feet grinding against the floor as Wilde turned on heel and pursued him.Sparring with Wilde very much relied on turning off the mind and letting the hindbrain kick in. Wilde was a furious fighter, one who didn’t pace himself, and he put all of his weight and energy behind each hit until he had nothing left to give. All Barnes had to do was keep up his defensive until Wilde tired himself out, but that meant that Barnes had to survive the battering.And survive he did not. It was a fluke, really, Barnes should have kept his hands up to guard, but he had been greedy and tried to get a jab in and Wilde used the opening to catch him square in the jaw. Everything was black and quiet for a moment, and when the lights came back on, Barnes was on the floor, and Wilde was on top of him.The red and the anger was quickly fading from his face, instead replaced by a shocked openness. “Barnes—Barnes—”Wilde looked quite fetching surrounded by stars, Barnes thought, but he could do without the chaps leaning behind Wilde who looked exactly like him. It took a few moments for the blurry images to condense into one whole Oscar Wilde, sans the stars.“Watcher,” Barnes said. A dull, deep throb started in the hinge of his jaw and was burning up his face.“Hells I’ll—let me fetch Zolf—”“You’ve got a good hook,” Barnes told him, because that much was true.-The reading room was dressed in a very tense silence when Barnes walked in.Carter was sitting on the ground on one of the small circular pillows that were here when they arrived, folded in on himself in an awkward tangle of sharp angles, completely hunched over with his face in his book. He was thumbing at the edge of the pages, not to flip through them, but to feel the paper on his thumb. It was making a quiet thi-i-i-p sound with each stroke.Wilde was sat in one of the armchairs that had been delivered. Legs primly crossed, posture pressed back into the seat and held stiffly like he wasn’t quite comfortable. His mouth was in a sharp pucker, which didn’t help with the way the waxy skin on the scarred side of his face pulled.Taking a deep breath and prepared to be the one who made the tension snap, Barnes quietly sat next to Carter.Like he hadn’t noticed Barnes walk in, Carter drew a quick breath and sat up. Barnes felt all soft on inside, because when Carter realized it was Barnes sat next to him, his face got brighter and his shoulders dropped and he leaned in so they could be closer yet.“Hey sailor,” he said, folding his book around the thumb keeping his page.“Carter,” Barnes said, and he reached out to flick some of Carter’s forelock out of his face. He glanced over Carter’s head at Wilde, just to check, and saw the pointed flash of blue eyes as Wilde tried to pretend that he had been reading his book instead of watching.“Is the perimeter secured?” Teased Carter, looking at Barnes through his lashes.“It is,” Barnes said, shoving Carter away before settling in to get more comfortable. “What’re you readin?”“Knicked one of Zolf’s romance numbers,” Carter told him, showing off the cover. A young woman was draped in the arms of a much larger man, looking like she was torn between either fainting or shoving him away. “The protagonist is doing my head in.”Wilde inhaled sharply. When Barnes looked his way, Wilde very pointedly read his own book harder.“Why bother if you’re not enjoyin’ it?” Barnes asked.Carter shrugged. “It’s something to do.” He leaned his shoulder against Barnes’ and smiled. “Unless you have another way for us to entertain ourselves?”Warmth started blossoming in Barnes’ face, and out of Wilde’s eyeline, he wrapped his hand around what he could of Carter’s thigh. Even if Carter was testing his limits, Barnes couldn’t help but to smile at his antics. “Not what I meant.”“Boo,” said Carter, and he opened the book up again. “If you don’t have booze or activities I think I’ll stay here and read.”“Oh, that’s alright,” Barnes said, because after a mission that had taken Carter away from the inn, and then left him in quarantine alone, and then a tiring day of Barnes sweeping the deep security checks around the inn that Wilde had recently put in place—well, quiet time at Carter’s side was plenty. There was a blaze in the fireplace, and the rain outside was nice when not soaking through his jacket, and Barnes had a long history of weathering through boredom. He pulled Carter against his side and leaned back on his arm to watch the fire twist with Carter a steady weight against him.“Hold on.” Carter gathered some of the other floor pillows and helped Barnes stuff them underneath himself so he wasn’t sitting on just the mat. Then Carter laid down with his cheek on Barnes’ thigh and curled up, chewing on his thumbnail while he continued to read. Barnes just chuffed at him and reached under his shirt collar to pet at his warm skin.“Co-old,” Carter complained, but not really, and he settled again after a bit of squirming.The room was silent but for the fire and rain for only a moment before Wilde cleared his throat and got up to leave.-Carter laughed low in his throat and turned his head so Barnes’ nose was better pressed into his hair. “I mean, I’m, I’m not saying this isn’t—mnf—”“Mm,” agreed Barnes, squeezing Carter’s chest and pushing his hips forward in a harder shove.“I do—” Carter laughed like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I do quite enjoy this.”“Mhm.” If he was being honest, Barnes wasn’t entirely listening. It was late and he was tired but Carter was warm, and he smelled like the nice soap, and he felt so good on Barnes’ cock. Barnes was more occupied with trying to get the angle right to carve deeper while they laid next to each other than he was listening to Carter’s murmurings.“Wish I could see it though.” Carter reached up and put his hand on the back of Barnes’ head, guiding him closer still, and Barnes happily took the direction to mouth at his shoulder. “You’re so pretty Barnes I—gods, just like that—”Barnes hummed, pleased, and tried to keep the same pace and angle with one of his legs hitched above Carter so they could be touching from shoulder to hip. He had one arm curled underneath Carter, that hand wrapped around his throat, the other groping his chest. Carter jerked when Barnes thumbed at his nipple and Barnes smiled against his shoulder as he went tight and shivery before going all soft again.“You’re a lovely thing too,” Barnes said. He dragged his nose up to Carter’s ear and squeezed him when the building pressure in Barnes’ stomach burned hotter. “Don’t—nmf—sell yourself short.”“I would never,” Carter said, honestly, and he rubbed his hand up and down Barnes’ forearm. “I just—I’d love—gods, imagine you with bloody Wilde.”Everything felt hot and shuddery for a moment and Barnes groaned against Carter’s ear, inspiring him to giggle. “Right? He’s such, uhn, such a hardass and you—oh hells, Barnes—I think your prick could fix him.”“Thought it could fix you,” Barnes complained, shoving himself closer. “Just made you worse.”Carter leaned his hips back into Barnes and sighed happily. “I’m feeling brilliant, thank you.”When Barnes didn’t respond, when he went back to pressing kisses to Carter’s neck and trying to graze his prostate, Carter started talking again. “You’d be dead hot together,” Carter told him, and Barnes snorted when Carter reached down to touch himself. “Bet he’d try to boss you around at first. Fuck, and he’d, you’d do him in so… hells, Barnes, I’m so fucking close.”“You wanna watch, Carter?” Barnes asked, hitching closer, running his fingers along the straining muscles in Carter’s neck. “Wanna watch me bend ‘im over the way I do you? Wanna know what it looks like when I’m on top of you?”“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, yes yes yes yes—”-“Come in,” Wilde said, and Barnes’ fate was sealed.“Ah, um, sir.” Barnes ducked his head as he stepped into Wilde’s office and shut the door behind him. The second he crossed the threshold, the rehearsed speech that Barnes had been going over in his head vanished. The door clicked, and the pair of them were alone, and Barnes had nothing but his quickly diminishing bravery to see him through his proposition.“How can I help you, Barnes?” Wilde asked, looking up from his most recent document. Barnes hated that his scowl looked so natural on his face. There was a boredom there, and an annoyance, and Barnes was beginning to wonder if he had caught Wilde at a bad time, but those days, a good time was far and few in between. Barnes was doing Wilde a favour, he told himself, and he approached the desk.“I um. Had a question, for you,” Barnes said. Every part of him wanted to fold in and hide, but he stood tall and kept his head high and held himself perfectly stiff so he wouldn’t look entirely like a blundering fool.Apparently, Wilde thought he was one anyway, and gestured broadly with his pen. “Then ask it.”“It’s uh, bit odd, but I mean no disrespect.” That seemed to catch Wilde’s attention, because he put his pen down and looked Barnes plain in the face. Barnes, he was burning up, red roiling under his skin and sweat starting between his shoulders. With Wilde watching him so intently, Barnes nearly lost his nerve. “It’s just that, well I—we—uh, as in, Carter and I’ve—we’ve noticed, erm. We’ve noticed you lookin’.”Wilde did something with his eyes that Barnes wasn’t insightful enough to read and began to sit up straight.“Which is fine, right, proper fine—” Barnes took half a step forward and cursed himself for not being a braver man. “You’ve been, you and Zolf’ve been more than… respectful, of ahm—”“You and Carter trouncing about the inn,” Wilde supplied.The wave of indignation that hit Barnes in the chest shocked him. He and Carter were trouncing, sure, and had been testing how publicly they could share their affections without making their teammates overly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t just that. Barnes felt he had been so obvious moping about while Carter was quarantined and then he felt quite alarmed to recognize how pitiful he’d been behaving—he shook it from his head. That was not what he was there for, and Wilde hadn’t asked for the details of Barnes’ affections for his thief, so—“Yes. That.”“We are all men, Barnes,” Wilde said flippantly, looking away from Barnes and going back to his paperwork. “I understand the desire for company. We live in stressful times; it is hardly my concern what you entangle yourself with as long as you can do your job.”“Well about that—bein’… men, part…” It was easier when Wilde wasn’t looking directly at him, but Barnes still couldn’t believe the gall of the words coming out of his mouth. “We’ve uh. Carter and I, we’ve noticed you looking right, which is fine—but we, well, Carter he…looks…too…”The scratch of Wilde’s pen stopped. “Barnes.”He was crossing a line. “Do tell me to leave if—”“No.” Wilde put down his pen, knitted his fingers together, and rested his chin on the platform they made. “Go on, Barnes.”All the blood coalescing in Barnes’ face very quickly redirected itself downwards.“U-Um—”“Go on.”“Would you, ah… with me… and Carter would… uh.”Wilde held still just long enough for Barnes to begin to fidget. He looked uninterested, terribly so, but sat up taller and looked at Barnes through his eyelashes. “Are you going to fuck me and make Carter wish it were him instead, or am I going to fuck you and give him a show?”Barnes’ mouth fell open. He took a few seconds to process exactly what he had heard before squeezing his hands into fists just to feel his nails bite into his palms. “I, ah, whatever—whatever you’d prefer, really, if—if you’d be willing—”“Hmm.” Wilde rested his chin in his palm and tapped his fingers along the page in front of him. “Are you a good lay, Barnes?”The shock had taken Barnes’ voice away, leaving him sputtering. Wilde just smirked. “As much as I like to watch you squirm, it has been too long since I’ve been the receiving party. When?”“Uh—”“Would tonight suit?”“Y-Yes—yes—”“I’ll meet you in your room after the perimeter has been secured.”-Wilde was sitting in his bedroom in front of his vanity, holding his head up by his temples, looking at his reflection.He looked so very severe.His resting expression didn’t keep his eyes so wide as before, and the dark shadows collecting around them made him look as tired as he felt. The scar that ran from his cheekbone down to his mouth was still red and angry, the silken healed skin around it more prone to puckering and forcing his mouth into a scowl lest he tug on it. At least his hair was growing back with a distinct new curl to it, tumbling over his hands and shadowing his face further.It was dark outside. Barnes and Carter were likely waiting for him. Wilde had agreed to a lay and was struggling to actually summon the nerve to participate.It would be fun! Wilde hadn’t had more than his hand in months and it had lost its charm a while back. Barnes was a beautiful specimen, and so was Carter, and Wilde couldn’t deny the fact that he had been watching them more than he should have when they twisted around each other in the common areas. Sitting hip to hip, always needing at least a hand on the other, they were affectionately comfortable and Wilde needed someone to touch him soon or he was quite sure he’d burn himself out into a hollow shell.He stood suddenly. Before he could lose his momentum, Wilde turned towards the door and started down the hall. It was the least he could do to make what he could presentable, adjusting his hair and his waistcoat. There was nothing to be done for the ugly scarring, but false confidence had always done him wonders.Outside of Barnes’ door, Wilde paused. Was he meant to knock and wait? Would barging in be rude if that is what he was there for? Behind the door, he heard Carter laughing, and Wilde let himself in.Barnes was sitting on the bed, leaning back on one arm and holding Carter in his lap with the other. Barnes’ room was exactly what Wilde expected of it—militant and organized and minimalist. Even if it had been decorated and personalized, the most exciting thing to look at was the couple on the bed, if Wilde could be so bold as to call them that. Carter had pulled Barnes’ shirt open further than usual and Barnes’ hand, looking large on Carter’s frame, held possessively onto his arse. Carter grinned at Wilde as he walked in the door but pressed himself further into Barnes’ lap like he didn’t want to be unseated.“Oh hey Wilde!”“Gentlemen,” Wilde said. He shut the door.“Up, Carter,” Barnes said, pushing Carter onto his feet.“Oooh, right to business.” Carter swung his leg over Barnes’ lap and hopped a little once he was on his feet.“Quite,” chirped Wilde, though he was more absorbed with Barnes getting to his feet than he was with Carter’s staring. Barnes wiped his hands on the front of his slacks and adjusted his shirt collar to cover more of his chest again and offering Wilde an awfully endearing smile.“It’s uh, proper nice that you agreed to um—”“To roger you?”“Yeah, uh—”“Ooh, you make him red,” Carter giggled, and Wilde flicked his eyes over.“I didn’t know sitting on the sidelines meant we would be subject to your commentary, Carter. Perhaps you’d like to take a seat.”Carter’s eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. He looked at Barnes like he was expecting him to come to his aid, but Barnes just smirked, and he stood taller, and Wilde’s heart started to go a-thump a-thump a-thump as Barnes found his confidence.“You sit, Carter,” Barnes agreed, and he jut his chin out towards the bed. Again, Carter hesitated, but Barnes did not flinch, and Carter eventually slunk over to the headboard, tucking his legs up to his chest and settling into an uncharacteristic stillness.“Hmm,” hummed Wilde, appreciating him for a moment. “Do you need the shirt, Carter?”“Uuh, no, no I do not—” Carter grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He was lithe in body and had a delightful thatch of hair on his chest, but Wilde had seen it all before. He was more interested in the parts of his charges of which he hadn’t been allowed to appreciate.“Good,” Wilde said, and he carried the confidence gained from bossing Carter around to step towards Barnes. “Kiss me.”Barnes swallowed and he licked his lips before he stepped forward and closed the gap between them. He was taller than Wilde, which was a novel experience, just enough to be appealing. Without any of the nervousness he had struggled with in Wilde’s office, Barnes put on hand on Wilde’s side and the other on his jaw, on the side of his face without the scar.Barnes smiled as he leaned in, which was terribly endearing. His thumb smoothed along Wilde’s cheek and it was all a little soft for Wilde. The hand that Barnes had on his hip tugged him forward, pulling Wilde off balance, and he awkwardly took a step between Barnes’ legs to feel upright again. When their mouths met, it was a pattern that Wilde was familiar with. Pecks, then presses, then tongues and teeth and getting undressed. Though he had asked Barnes to kiss him, Wilde felt odd about the whole thing, especially the sensation of someone’s mouth pressing against where his scar created an annoyingly sensitive divot in his lip.When his reciprocation was more awkward swaying than it was kissing, Wilde hooked his fingers into the belt loops on Barnes’ trousers and forced their mouths together again. Their teeth clicked together painfully and Wilde’s face went hot. He knew he had a reputation, and he was ruining it, with an audience no less.But Barnes just laughed. Not in a mean way, just a gentle puff as air as he found the humour in their fumbling. On their next attempt, he didn’t press so insistently and let Wilde meet him halfway. That was good. Wilde liked that. He liked rising up onto his tippy toes to kiss Barnes like he meant it, to lick into his mouth and find that he had recently brushed his teeth. Wilde liked that Barnes kissed like he was gently trying to devour him, and Wilde liked that Barnes made an affirmative noise when he grabbed Barnes’ arse.A light came on. Muscle memory took over. Wilde yanked on the laces of Barnes’ trousers.“I want you undressed,” he said, and Barnes’ next kiss was more consuming.“Good t’see you eager,” Barnes grinned as he shrugged off his ridiculously loose shirt.“Incredibly so,” Wilde spoke into Barnes’ mouth the same time he reached into his underclothes and felt for warm skin and curly hair. Barnes’ laces were still a bit too tight and him too hard to pull him out of his trousers, but that didn’t stop Wilde from forcing his hand deeper to try and stroke him.Holding Wilde’s head where he wanted him, Barnes pressed hot kisses down Wilde’s neck and began plucking at the buttons of his waistcoat. Wilde tugged his ascot loose with his free hand and began on his belt buckle as Barnes relished in the newly exposed skin, nudging Wilde’s shirt collar out of the way and nipping gently at his neck on the side without scarring. His breath was hot, and his hands were big, and Barnes was an all-encompassing force set to slowly, slowly devour him.Wilde’s waistcoat hit the floor and his shirt soon followed. Barnes ran the hand that had been holding his face down Wilde’s front and palmed at his chest.“Love watching you gettin’ stronger,” he said. The callouses of his palm scored over Oscar’s nipples and he hissed as the praise bubbled in his stomach.He smiled as Barnes started sucking a bruise under his ear. “Should I have you face down on the bed, Barnes?”“Mmm.” Barnes chuckled and kissed Wilde again before pushing down his trousers, then playing with the hem of Wilde’s underclothes and dipping his fingers beneath the waistband. “Have to say, got myself wound up thinkin’ of it the other way around.”How he was so different in his tone between Wilde’s office and his bedroom, Wilde wasn’t sure, but Barnes was a presence that was hard to ignore. Wilde found himself smiling, and he found himself shoving his leg between Barnes’ to give him something to grind against. “Don’t worry darling, that much is obvious.”“A little louder, for the cheap seats,” Carter heckled.Completely opposite from the slow quiet Wilde had been lured into, Barnes’s head snapped up to pin Carter with a glare. “Think I remember Wilde tellin’ you to keep a cap on it.”“Yeah, but.” Carter shrugged. He had a hand between his legs, though his trousers were still on.“Hands. Off.” Demanded Barnes. Wilde watched a silent exchange twist between them before Carter slowly unfurled, spreading his legs out in front of him and folding his hands over his stomach as he rested against the headboard.Barnes looked back to Wilde and raised an eyebrow. “I apologize for him.”“I don’t need to be apologized for—”“Carter.”“Being quiet now.”Barnes opened his mouth and Carter interrupted him. “Starting right now.”Barnes tried again. Carter smiled. “This time for real.”After pushing his hair out of his face, Barnes stood at his full height and took a step towards the bed. “If you’d like, I can lock you out ‘n you don’t have to participate at all.”Looking truly worried that Barnes would act on his promise, Carter made the gesture of locking his mouth shut.“Ignore him,” Barnes said, stepping back into Wilde’s space and kissing him again. Like the reminder that Carter was watching had instilled him with a new vigor, Barnes kissed a little harder, gripped a little tighter, and Wilde fell into it easier than he thought he would.Barnes began backing him towards the bed. The Japanese beds were lower than Wilde was used to, and he made a surprised noise into Barnes’ mouth when the wood frame bit into his calves and he fell backwards. Barnes was quick to follow, but he kissed the center of Wilde’s chest, then down his stomach. He rather politely avoided the scar on Wilde’s stomach as and skipped to where Wilde was half hard in his underclothes.After his period of… abstinence, Wilde was shocked to find how sensitive he was to someone else’s touch. He jumped at the sensation and his legs curled up, but Barnes just knelt at the edge of the bed and continued to kiss and lick at Wilde through his clothes.“This feels quite counterintuitive,” Wilde said. He grabbed onto the bedding to anchor himself, and gasped when Barnes grabbed the hem of underclothes and yanked them down to his knees.“Better?”“Brute.”“I’d call it efficient,” Barnes teased, ducking back down and guiding Wilde into his mouth.“Ah-a-ah—” Wilde hissed in surprise and grabbed a handful of Barnes’ curls as the sharp pleasure radiated out from his stomach. He squirmed, missing the shield of his clothing, and Barnes pulled away.“Sorry,” he said, rubbing Wilde’s thigh. “Got ahead of myself there.”“Barnes is proper good at giving head,” Carter called from somewhere above Wilde’s head. His legs were off to the left of Wilde’s vision, folded over each other and one of his feet bobbing anxiously. “I’d take it if he’s offering.”“Carter,” chastised Barnes.“Yeah, shutting up now.”“Only surprised me, darling,” Wilde purred, trying to get one of the coils of Barnes’ hair to wrap perfectly around his finger. “You have me where you want me, take what you’d like.”“Just excited to get my hands on you.” Barnes climbed onto the bed and over Wilde, leaning down to kiss his chest, then his collarbone, then his neck. “In you, I’m thinkin’. Wanna get fucked, Oscar?”Wilde’s next breath shuddered on the exhale. “That’s what I’m here for, is it not?”“You wanna roll over for me, love?”His insides felt like gelatin as Wilde pitched onto his side and then his stomach. He settled into Barnes’ sheets and wriggled to get comfortable underneath the cage of Barnes’s body, and then Barnes dipped down, and he kissed Wilde’s shoulder, and he began dropping more and more of his weight onto Wilde. He pressed his erection into Wilde’s backside and groaned into his ear, and dropping onto his elbows, pinned Wilde entirely to the bed.It was almost nice, at first. It was warm, and the pressure was good, and then Wilde began to feel sick. He had been putting on muscle, sure, but there was little to no way for him to buck Barnes off of himself if he needed to, and Wilde couldn’t see his hands, and that pressure began to feel more like smothering.“Darling—darling—” Wilde eeked out, red and embarrassed and terrified.“Mmhm,” grunted Barnes. Barnes’ hand came up and cupped Wilde’s jaw, pushing his face up to look at Carter, but his grip was so close to Wilde’s neck, and there was no way he could have fought them both if he needed too, so—“Just—a moment, please—"Once Barnes’ weight was no longer holding him down, Wilde flipped onto his back. Barnes was looking down at him, wide eyed and concerned, and Wilde hated it. He was there to have fun, and he wanted to have fun, and he wanted to have fun with his very pretty coworkers and instead he was panicking over positions and how hard he was and how much he felt everything—“Alright?” Barnes asked.“I’m fine,” Wilde scoffed, spreading his legs. “Just wanted to see you while you finger me open.”“Alright,” Barnes said, pecking Wilde on the lips before hopping off the bed to fetch a vial of oil.Wilde took the moment to stare at the ceiling and catch his breath. He did a quick record of his facilities, his breathing and if he was in pain and how present he felt. Wilde shut his eyes and breathed and he forced the cotton that had been building in his head out. He was fine. Barnes wasn’t going to attack him, and he had already made it plenty clear that he wanted Wilde to be comfortable. He was there to have fun. Wilde was there to have fun.Above him, Barnes and Carter were arguing over where Carter had stashed their oil. Once Wilde had calmed his heart rate, he was almost smiling at the petulant disagreement between them.The bed dipped as Barnes got onto his knees and shuffled over, vial in hand. “Comfortable?”Wilde thought about it. The sheets were cool and clean and, when he spread his legs, there was no tightness in his hips. A pillow might have helped with the blood rush in his head from the moment of panic, but he didn’t want it to be a bother. “However you want me, darling.”Snorting, Barnes tossed one of his legs over Wilde and knelt between his knees. He put the vial between his thighs, and they were nice thighs, and began to gather his hair into a ponytail. “Think I could put my mouth on you again?”Gods, he was pretty. “I was afraid I’d have to beg.”Barnes ducked down and licked a stripe up the underside of Wilde's cock. Again, he jumped at the bright sensation, but Wilde shut his eyes and tried to relax into it. Barnes pulled Wilde into his mouth, sucking at him in long pulls that made Wilde squirm. He didn’t want to be squirming, Wilde wanted to be participating, and so he grabbed onto the curls that Barnes hadn’t been able to fit into his ponytail and rolled his hips into Barnes’ face.Where most would have been a little indignant, Barnes just grabbed Wilde’s thigh and took more of him into his mouth as he looked up at Wilde. His eyes were big and black and Wilde tugged on his hair again, rewarded with a resonating vibration in his prick as Barnes hummed with delight. “Ooh, do you like that, Barnes?”Barnes groaned and pulled off without going far, instead dipping down to press feverish kisses on Wildes’s mons, the base of his cock, to his balls. “Like you,” Barnes said, and his voice was thick with his arousal, and Wilde could hear him fumbling, and then a warm, wet finger was rubbing at Wilde’s rim.“Carter was right,” Wilde said, despite thinking he’d never utter the words, as he tilted his hips down to tell Barnes that his advances were welcome. “You are good with your mouth.”“Practice,” Barnes quipped. He sunk down onto Wilde again, almost to the hilt, and pressed his finger inside of him. Wilde sighed to relax himself and he grabbed Barnes’ hair tighter, yanking his face closer and rolling his hips against the sudden influx of pleasure.“Talented with all types of swords, aren’t we?” Wilde spoke through gritted teeth as the pleasure began to thaw his nerves and he fucked himself between Barnes’ hand and his mouth. Behind him, Carter snickered, and Oscar moved his grip on Barnes’ hair to give Carter a better view of Barnes with Wilde’s cock in his mouth."Oh, hells," Carter said in a sharp inhale."He does make quite a sight, doesn’t he?" Asked Wilde."Oh, the pair of you do," Carter said breathlessly. "Gonna be wanking to this for years."Two fingers deep, Barnes started stretching Wilde open with purpose. Wilde had forgotten how much he enjoyed the feeling, rocking onto Barnes’ fingers and moaning happily. It felt nice to just let go, but then Barnes was pulling his mouth away, which wasn’t nearly as pleasurable. Wilde hooked his leg around Barnes’ shoulder and set it heavy upon his back. “Not too far, dear.”“Hmn,” Barnes grunted but continued with his kisses, not wanting to go far at all. He rewet his fingers with his own spit before pushing three back inside of Wilde and hooking them upwards, inviting a short yelp to burst out of Wilde as Barnes nailed his prostate in a stroke of luck.“Careful now.” Wilde laughed as Barnes kissed his hip, then his stomach, then his chest, and took his nipple between his teeth. “Oh gods, Barnes, give me a moment.”Barnes kissed under Wilde's ear. “You’re driving me mad. Wanna get to the main show.”A shudder ran through Wilde and he held Barnes against his neck. “I think this quite—ah—the performance on its own—"“Feelin’ good?” Barnes asked. He folded his hand and pressed the pad of his thumb into Wilde’s perineum, massaging him there. “Yes, yes—” Wilde grabbed Barnes’ shoulders partly for something to hold onto, partly to get some room to breathe."I've got you," Barnes said, low and sweet, and he moved his hand slowly, stretching Wilde open with a single minded determination that had Wilde's legs shaking and his eyes rolling back. "Theeere you go. Yeah, I've got you."Wilde dug his nails into Barnes' shoulders as the pleasure built higher and higher. It felt deep and burning and Wilde could feel his brain melting behind his eyes as Barnes picked him apart.“I’ve—I’ve had enough—do you want me on your cock or not?”Barnes sat back on his heels and pulled his fingers out of Wilde, wrapping his hand around Wilde's cock instead. “How d’you want me, Wilde?”With his hand on Wilde's prick, Barnes asking for orders was a very different experience that made Wilde's stomach roll. Wilde pushed out his chest and held out his arms. “A kiss, first.”Snorting, Barnes tipped forward to capture Wilde’s mouth again. Wilde had been getting stronger, and with Barnes all but planking on top of him, it was fairly easy to shove Barnes onto his side and roll on top of him. With a more than unnecessary yelp, Carter snatched his feet out of the way and tucked into himself at the headboard again. Barnes was a big man, but he was a permitting one too, and he looked up at Wilde with big, dark eyes as Wilde loomed over him as though Wilde had the strength to be truly pinning him.“I think I’ll have you like this,” Wilde said, thumbing at Barnes’ nipple. He looked up at Carter through his lashes and smiled. “How’s the angle, darling?”“Oh, wow, no, it’s—it’s great—”“Good,” purred Wilde as he bent down to kiss Barnes again. “Trousers off.”Wilde shifted to the side so Barnes to sit up and squirm out of his trousers. Wilde could feel his eyebrows raising as Barnes took himself in hand and he grinned, crawling back over Barnes with a scandalous gasp. “Commander.”“It’s stupid, right?”Barnes tilted his head back to chide Carter once more, but Wilde slapped a hand over his mouth and replied for him. “It’s proportional.”“I know, but stupid,” Carter grinned, sitting on his hands. “Good fun though.”Barnes was a big man. He wasn’t outrageously muscular like Bertie or slim like Wilde, but comfortably in between, and deeply appealing. The firm muscle of his stomach was covered in dark hair curly like that on his head that thickened around the base of his cock, which on anyone else, would have looked absurd in its size. He was cut and clean, which Wilde could appreciate, and come was beading at the dark tip as Wilde replaced Barnes’ hand with his own.“Good fun indeed.” He started to jerk Barnes off slowly, just getting familiar with the weight of him in his hand, and looked Barnes in the face with a smirk. “Comfortable?”Barnes put his hands on Wilde's thighs and squeezed. “Don’t be a prick.”“But I should take one?”“Sit, Oscar, or I’ll take you bent over the bed.”Earlier, that may have registered as a true threat. By that point, Oscar just laughed and used a hand on Barnes’ stomach to steady himself before sitting on his very proportional prick.“Oh, darling” Oscar groaned, shutting his eyes to embrace the stretch. Barnes started to jerk him off to give him something else to focus on and Oscar let his mouth fall open as the two points of pleasure built on top of each other.“Take your time,” Barnes said, petting Oscar’s leg with his free hand.Oscars dug his fingernails into Barnes’ chest. “I’m fine.”“Mmm,” hummed Barnes, and he rolled his hips to shallowly rock deeper into Oscar.Fucking into Barnes’ fist, Oscar found it much easier to gently work himself then further onto Barnes’ cock. He tilted his head down until his chin was on his chest and Oscar moaned low in his throat as all the tension he had been holding dissolved. It felt so good—the stretch was satisfying and Barnes was big enough to put a deep pressure on Oscar’s prostate and the ache already settling in his thighs felt warm like fire.Looking not at Barnes, but at Carter, Oscar grinned as he bounced in Barnes’ lap. “How do I look?”“Like a vision,” Carter said, and Oscar felt his face go red as a thrill went up his spine. Barnes grunted underneath him and reached for Oscar’s chest to twinge his nipple. Oscar squeaked and laughed and began to rock faster.“He liked that, Carter,” Barnes said, and Oscar laughed again. “Yeah, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you, darling? Strong too. Look at you.”“Putting it on a little thick,” panted Oscar.“You don’t look like you mind a bit,” quipped Carter.“No, think you like it.” Barnes’ hands dropped to Oscar’s hips to force him to drop down harder, faster, and Oscar cried out. “’n you make pretty sounds too. Shouldn’t’ve expected any less. Gonna make you sing—”“Oh fuck—” Oscar planted his hands on Barnes’ chest to support himself and slammed himself down the best he could. It had been a while, and he was out of breath, and his legs were burning, but fuck it felt good and Oscar did not want to stop. “Please, Barnes—”“Yeah?”“Make me, make me, make me—”After months of watching Barnes in combat, it shouldn’t have surprised Oscar that he had the strength to sit up, carry Oscar’s weight, and flip Oscar over so their positions were reversed. Oscar laughed in delight, hardly used to partners that could manhandle him so easily, before squealing when Barnes drove back into him. Carter wolf whistled and Barnes put Wilde’s legs over his shoulders to pound into Oscar, his whole body weight between every thrust.“There you go, love.” Barnes was panting but otherwise terribly stoic. He doubled over, a hand next to Oscar’s head, bending him in half and pushing deeper. “Let it go, there you go—”Oscar took a deep breath and trusted himself to Barnes’ capable hands. He let himself be moved, be fucked up the bed, be picked apart and put back together again. Barnes set a hard pace, but it felt more like an intentioned massage than it did the type of rogering that left Oscar bruised and limping. He was luxuriating in it, in the attention and the pleasure, and Oscar let himself sing and moan like Barnes had asked.“Fuck Barnes,” Carter said, and his voice was thick, and Oscar squirmed as he thought how good he must have been doing to make Carter sound like that without so much as touching him.“You should bloody feel him,” Barnes panted. “Feel good, do you Oscar? Gods, you’re so fuckin’ open—""Oh gods—Barnes—James—fuck... fuck!" Oscar grabbed the sheets with one hand and Barnes arm with the other, arching his back into Barnes as he cried out. It was too much and it was not enough, Oscar felt strung out one a blazing hot wire that kept pulling tighter and tighter and tighter and—"Gods, if you could see yourself—” Barnes yanked Oscar back onto his cock after the force of his thrusts had pushed him away and Oscar screamed. "That's it, what pretty noises you make Oscar—”Oscar felt a building pressure and grabbed onto Barnes’ shoulders. “I’m—I’m—”“C’mon love—”Everything clamped up and Oscar sobbed as he came. His legs started shaking around Barnes’ ears and he whined as each wave passed over him with enough intensity that he just had to close his eyes and give himself over to it. Oscar was making an absolute mess of himself, spurting across his stomach and even to his chest, as he whined through his orgasm. He expected Barnes to keep going, to run him through until Oscar was sore, but once the shaking subsided, Barnes pulled out of Oscar and gently lowered his legs.“Now that’s a show,” said Carter.“Not finished,” Barnes chuckled, and Oscar felt everything tense up a combination of concern and arousal. He shook the spots from his eyes and found Barnes standing between his spread legs, jerking himself off with a great amount of concentration.“Come here, darling,” Oscar said, hooking his ankle around the back of Barnes’ thigh and tugging him closer.“You are god-sent,” Barnes told him, leaning down to kiss Oscar. Oscar sighed into his mouth, petting Barnes’ hair before changing tactics and feeling up his chest.“Make me a mess,” Oscar said. “Make a mess of me, James, and we’ll have Carter clean me up—”Barnes dropped his forehead to Oscar’s shoulder and whined, pressing hot kisses to Oscar’s neck before he started to shudder. Oscar folded his legs over Barnes’ hips and rocked up against him. “Want to come inside of me Barnes?”“Hells,” Barnes snarled, but he took the invitation, pushing himself back inside of Oscar and jerking off what wasn’t stuffed inside. He bit into the muscle of Oscar’s shoulder and grunted as he started to come, shooting inside of Oscar with the shaky staccato of his hips and hand.“Gods,” Oscar giggled, letting himself go lax on the bed as he basked in the sounds Barnes made and the deep pleasure of overstimulation. “You are a good lay.”“Careful,” Barnes grunted, nudging Oscar’s jaw with his nose and kissing him there as he pulled out and milked the last of his orgasm onto Oscar’s stomach. “Might grow an ego.”“What a danger that would be,” Oscar said. He tilted his head back to look at Carter upside down. “Carter, darling.”“My turn?” Carter asked, sitting up taller not unlike a dog having been called to attention.“Sorry,” Barnes said quietly, and then he crawled over Oscar and into Carter’s lap, holding him against the headboard and grabbing his jaw to then lick into his mouth. Oscar had no clue what he was apologizing for, the pair of them were lethal together, and Carter made such a desperate noise that Oscar thought he might be able to survive a second round.“Think you can be patient a wee bit longer?” Barnes asked, and Carter, with lidded eyes, nodded and chased his lips in direct antithesis.Barnes though, let him, and kissed him for a bit longer. When they parted, Barnes put his thumb in Carter’s mouth to keep him occupied. “Think Oscar needs help cleanin’ up.”“Oh, fuck yes,” Carter moaned, and Barnes got out of the way so Carter could move.Oscar spread his legs to make room for Carter in between them. The bed dipped behind him as Barnes settled nearby and Carter quite happily got onto his belly between Oscar’s legs, looking up at him with eyes full of anticipation like he'd been promised a treat.“Ooh, you listen when there’s the promise of cock, don’t you?” Oscar said, reaching forward and taking Carter’s hair in his fist. “If I’d known sooner, Carter.”Carter leaned into Oscar's hand and scoffed. "Like I'd not been trying."Behind them, Barnes snorted.Oscar put his fingers in Carter's mouth and smirked when Carter immediately began to suck. “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you? Hungry thing.”“Hells, anything,” Carter said, panting around his fingers, and Oscar believed him, and he it made him feel powerful.“I’ll make you a deal, Howard,” Oscar said. “If you can come by the time you’ve finished licking your boy’s come out of me, I’ll let you get off. If you can’t, you’ll at least have the memory to get off to later, yes?”“Oh gods, yes,” Carter moaned, licking between Oscar's fingers, then kissing his palm, then ducking down to kiss his stomach, then his thigh, then—“Ah—” Oscar stopped him. “Take it out, then we can start.”Carter jolted up onto his knees to yank at his belt. His hands were steady as they always were, but still he fumbled, struggling with the layers of fabric as he tried to pull himself out. Oscar smirked and pet his ankle up and down the outside of Carter’s arm. “Try not to be so pathetically eager, darling.”At instruction, Carter began to jack himself off and bent down to first kiss Oscar’s stomach before beginning to lick him clean. Oscar was most certainly spent, but the skin of his stomach was still sensitive and the attention was nice. He pet Carter’s hair, smirking at the sound of him furiously jerking off, and scratched at his scalp. “If only you were this obedient outside of the bedroom.”Carter hid his face against Oscar’s stomach and Oscar used his hold on Carter’s hair to press his head down. “Your target is a bit lower, unfortunately.”By that time, Barnes had gotten comfortable. He sat behind Oscar, hooked his hands under his armpits, and heaved Oscar into his lap. Carter whined and followed him up the bed, kissing Oscar’s mons and then his balls and then holding his cock out of the way to lap at where Barnes’ spend was leaking out of him. Oscar gasped gently and leaned into Barnes’ chest, his legs shivering from the overstimulation and the ticklish feeling of Carter’s mustache.“Here,” Barnes said, and he took Oscar’s cock in his hand and started to thumb at his head. Oscar squirmed and groaned through his teeth and Carter used his now free hands to spread Oscar open, capable of licking deeper inside of him. The twin feelings curled together and Oscar groaned, rocking against Carter’s face and pressing himself against Barnes’ chest.“Hells,” Barnes panted, reaching up with his free hand to touch Oscar’s chest. “Think you could go again?”“I think you’re about to make me,” Oscar laughed, and Carter moaned against him, which was a delightful feeling within itself.“Carter’s a persuasive bugger,” Barnes said simply.“What else do you think I could convince him to do?” Oscar asked, and Barnes snorted.“Just about anythin’, I think,” he said.“Gods, please,” Carter moaned, breathless, and he licked Oscar’s balls before sucking at the root of his prick.“Hells, Carter, your mouth—”“C’mon Carter, get ‘im off.”Carter whined and pulled Oscar down the bed to get a better angle before diving back into rimming him. Oscar laughed in delight, sandwiched between two very intent lovers who both seemed determined to get him to come again. The prickly overstimulation was rolling back around to the warm pulsing of another orgasm and Oscar moaned, pulling Barnes down to kiss his neck just to feel loved on.“Carter—” Oscar whined, because he’d stopped for some infernal reason.“So fuckin’ close—” Carter said, and Barnes grabbed Oscar’s elbow to force him to tug on Carter’s hair with the hand he still had entangled.“Don’t think Oscar told you to stop, did he?”Carter moaned against him and pressed his tongue in broad stripes against Oscar, pushing closer as he began to jolt and shiver. Sure, he was touching himself, but Oscar blazed with pleasure watching Carter fall apart just for the pleasure of touching him. With shockingly undivided attention, Carter remained committed to making Oscar see stars as he came into his fist between Oscar's spread legs. Barnes started to suck another bruise into his neck and Oscar groaned, his hips lifting off the bed and into Barnes’ fist as he came for the second time that night on the heels of Carter.Once Oscar collapsed back to the bed, Carter began to kiss his stomach, licking up the spend there too. Oscar jolted from the sensitive feeling and Barnes wrapped a reassuring arm over his chest, keeping Oscar close and warm as he came down from some fuzzy place where everything felt good and safe. While Carter, panting and out of breath, continued to lick Oscar clean, Barnes dipped his head down to speak in a whisper only for Oscar to hear. “Best you take your leave soon if you’d like.” He smiled against the shell of Oscar’s ear and he shivered. “Carter’s a cuddler.”“Hells below,” Carter gasped, and then he grinned, and that cloudy look in his eye was replaced by elation as he cushioned his head on Oscar’s hip. “That was fun.”Barnes let go of Oscar, giving him a route of escape, but he was so tired, and comfortable, and he wanted to enjoy the afterglow. Barnes let Oscar stay resting on his chest as he addressed his partner. “Clean us all proper, would you?”Carter waved, and the come on the sheets and the sweat on his face and stickiness of Barnes pressing against Oscar’s back disappeared. Oscar, though, was still covered in drying spit, and the antimagic cuffs around his ankles tingled.“Ah,” Carter said, looking sheepish.“I’ll fetch a washcloth,” Barnes muttered, kissing Oscar’s temple and wriggling out from beneath him.“And water, darling,” Oscar asked, flopping back onto the bed.“Oo, can I have water too?” Carter had rolled off the bed to push his trousers down his hips and was in the process of climbing back on to lay down with Oscar.Barnes just snorted as he tugged on one of the loose robes hung from the back of the door and disappeared into the hall.“That was good fun,” Carter said, stretching out next to Oscar and tossing a leg over his. “Glad you joined. We half thought you’d run Barnes through or something or other.”Oscar laughed and stretched an arm over his head to pull on the soreness developing in his back. “I made my attractions to you clear in Cairo, if I’m recalling it correctly. Barnes sweetened the deal.”“You just won me a bet,” grinned Carter.“Barnes isn’t here, is he? He’ll never believe you.”“Please, I have him around my finger.”Snorting as he tied his fingers into Carter’s hair, Oscar sighed a little. “That man’s too good to you.”Carter shrugged, suddenly bashful. “Yeah, I know. But I’m good to him too.”Feeling he had struck a chord, Oscar smiled. “I can tell.”Because looking at each other had passed Carter’s emotional vulnerability threshold, he wriggled closer and tucked his face into Oscar’s neck, hugging him close. It was a little claustrophobic, and Oscar was realizing why Barnes had tried to give him an escape, but Oscar hardly had the energy to shove him off and… the hug was nice. Oscar hadn’t been cuddled in months. He was allowed to indulge.-“What? What’s different with you?” Zolf asked, pointing an accusatory spatula Oscar’s way.“Whatever do you mean?” Oscar asked, putting his plate on the counter next to the sink where Zolf was doing dishes.Zolf narrowed his eyes and looked Oscar up and down. “You’re different. ‘n smiling.”“Just a… team building exercise with Barnes and Carter that went particularly well,” Oscar shrugged. “You should join us some time.”