The relationship turned serious when Jason had a heart attack.
It happens sometimes, even to young men; one minute he was talking, laughing, then next he's on the floor, gasping for air, grabbing at his chest.
Standing outside the hospital room, looking at Jason lying there, so pale... The doctor was talking to Tony, but he barely registered the words. His eyes were glued to Jason.
Tony couldn't stop thinking about last night. Jason had roused him with kisses along his neck and jaw, his fingers playing with his nipples.
Tony had awakened with a cock already hard, and Jason had laughed as he wrapped a fist around it and caressed it until he was ready to burst. His passionate kisses had Tony clutching him. When he pulled away before Tony could climax he had actually whimpered.
"I want us to fuck Kate again, Tony, together," he'd whispered. "I want to fuck her anally this time, and watch you fuck her pussy. I want to rub my cock along yours again inside her."
Tony had immediately rolled on top of Jason, and fitted his cock along the other man's. The contact had made them both gasp, and Jason's hips involuntarily thrust upward. "We will rub cocks in many ways, Jason," he whispered in the dark of night, not able to control the slight but steady hitch of his hips, bumping his cock into Jason's hard, hot shaft. "But I understand that tonight, you need to be with both of us. I want that too."
He had rolled back off Jason, and it wasn't long before the other man had Kate on top of him, and was sliding smoothly into her anus before she was fully awake. The second time had been slower, less intense, more tender, but still one of the most pleasurable fucks he'd ever had. The three of them had touched and caressed one another, not sure where one ended and the others began, murmuring words of love.
Both Kate and Jason had kissed him, licked his nipples, and sent his senses reeling. It was with a sense of euphoria he had finally come, as hard as the first time, wanting to give both of them his seed, his climax.
It was after midnight; Kate was asleep, but Jason and Tony were talking, planning, wishing... they were deeply in love with her. They knew. They went outside, to run in the street, wanting to express their joy aloud, without waking her.
Kate was shocked when she woke to an empty bed. It wasn't like Jason and Tony to leave her alone, not after the incredible night they had shared. In spite of her lack of sleep, she leaped from the bed, some instinct telling her something was horribly wrong.
She slowed only long enough to grab Tony's heavy dressing gown and wrap it around herself.
She hurried out into the hall. Only when the quiet of the house registered did she realize how early it was. Her sense of impending disaster increased and she flew down the stairs.
"Jason? Tony?" she yelled, uncaring whom she might wake up. "Where are you?"
It took less than thirty seconds, but to Tony it seemed an eternity. They were just talking, sharing in their common joy, and then he saw Jason fall, and his own heart stopped for moment. He ran over to him, vaguely aware of shouting and loud honks. It was as if he was looking down a long tunnel and all he could see at the end was Jason's crumpled body.
He fell to his knees beside Jason, gathering him in his arms, and suddenly the sounds and shapes of the world around him came back with a startling clarity. He could smell the night's rain in the air, the acrid smoke of cars, the sandalwood of Jason's cologne. He heard paramedics shouting orders and looked up to see them running toward them.
He heard a woman calling his name, over and over. With a shiver he realized it was Kate.
"Kate!" he screamed. "Kate!" If only Kate were here, it would be all right. Kate would make everything right again.
And she was there; beside him, in the hospital. Through the window, she could see Jason, hooked to all those machines, barely alive... "Jason," she moaned. "Oh God, Jason."
She buried her face in Tony's chest, sobbing, and he wrapped his hands around her.
Later, they could bring themselves to go in. Jason was still unconscious. Tony and Kate sat with him, Tony in a chair by the bed holding one hand, Kate lying next to him holding his other. They had barely spoken to one another all day. Words hadn't been necessary. With looks and touches, they comforted each other, gaining strength from the mere presence of the other.
"He whistles when he sleeps," Tony suddenly muttered, staring hard at Jason. His skin was the color of wax, his features unnaturally relaxed.
Kate chuckled. "I wondered at first what that was last night. I like it. It makes me feel safe, because I can hear him, and I know he's there."
"Drove me insane the first few months. Then one night a party ended late and her slept at a friend's house, and I found I couldn't sleep without it." Tony shook his head in wonderment. "The things you love about another person can be very strange."
"He can be so sweet, and he's always so serious. I can't tell you how surprised I was to find him both dominant and teasing when we're making love."
Tony looked at Kate, really looked at her. "How do you really feel about Jason and me, Kate?" He shook his head as she started to speak. "No, I know you love us. I mean, how do you feel about Jason and I desiring one another?" He needed to hear the truth from her.
Kate leaned up on her arm and looked at him, tears awash in her eyes. "Oh, Tony, it seemed the most natural thing in the world, you and Jason wanting each other as I want you. How could you not? When we're all together, it's so intense, the feelings, I can't imagine it not affecting you both." She looked down and Jason, and smoothed a hand over his brow, brushing his hair away. "And you've been through so much together."
She didn't look at him as she asked her next question. "Do you still want me, you and Jason?"
That brought Tony out of his chair. He climbed on the bed behind Kate, cuddling her close. "Of course we want you, darling. You are what we've always dreamed about. Being with you gave us the courage to be together. I love the person you make Jason when we're with you, and what you make me. We're different now than we were before." His grip tightened around her. "Or will be, once he wakes the hell up."
Kate clutched his arms about her. "I love you both so much, Tony. I don't know what I'll do if Jason dies...
I need us to be together, the three of us, forever."
Tony buried his face in her unbound hair. "Do you mean it, Kate? Will you marry us?"
"Yes, Tony. As soon as Jason wakes, I'll marry you."
Kate fell into a troubled sleep, but Tony was restless. He got up without disturbing Kate and resumed his vigil by the bed. When Jason started thrashing about a few hours later, Tony grabbed him to hold him down, and was shocked by the scorching heat of his skin. Thus began three days of hell.
Jason developed an infection. Several of their friends came by to help, and they ended up taking turns sitting at Jason's side. In his feverish murmurings always it was Kate's and Tony's names he cried out.
It was during those days that Kate discovered she was pregnant; they didn't know if it was Tony's or Jason's, and they didn't care.
"I don't to be pregnant and not married to you, to you both." Kate told Tony through teary eyes, and he agreed.
It took them more than a day to arrange a vicar to marry them, and call their friends.
Jason's room had grown so crowded it was hard to move as all his friends had come, afraid it was their last chance to say goodbye. Kate was weak with fatigue. She'd eaten very little and slept less the last few days, and her frequent bouts of heavy weeping had sapped what little strength she had.
Tony was the walking wounded. He loved Kate dreadfully, but wasn't sure he was strong enough to go on without Jason. He wanted to be, God knew, for Kate's sake, but just the thought of life without Jason made him feel hollow inside. He had to step out of the room at one point because he was trembling so badly everyone noticed.
It was around three in the morning when Jason's fever broke. Kate was sure he was dying, and fell to her knees beside Jason's bed, weeping and praying as feverishly as Jason was muttering and shouting in his delirium. Thank God she didn't realize what he was saying. With a room full of men, Kate would have been horrified to hear him describing in shocking detail the last night the three of them had spent together. One of the doctors had led her from the room and let her return only after she took a small draught of something to calm her down.
By the time Kate came back, Jason's delirium had passed, and he was sleeping. The doctor checked his vitals and reported the infection seemed to be getting better, but Tony was afraid to be too optimistic. Jason had yet to wake up since he had collapsed.
He was still sleeping the following morning when Mr. Matthews, the vicar, arrived. He hurried up to Jason's bedchamber, and was ushered through the gantlet of old friends with hugs and handshakes as he made his way to the bed.
"Tony, my God, what's happened? How is he?" He knelt beside Jason's bed and clasped his hand, his head bowing in prayer without waiting for an answer. Kate slowly lowered herself beside him, as did Tony, and soon the whole room followed suit.
"Lord, please bless Jason, whatever your plan is for him. There are many here who would miss him were you to call him to your side, particularly Kate and Tony. He is still needed here. Please remember that when making your decision. Bless this house and all who live and love here, and help them accept what may or may not be. Amen."
They all stood, except Kate, who was dry-eyed for the first time in days. She had no tears left. Mr. Matthews held out his hand to help her up.
"You must be Kate. I've heard so much about you from Jason and Tony, I feel I know you, my dear. Please try to be strong." He was so kind and gentle and his blond, boyish good looks added to the charm of the country vicar.
"Thank you, Mr. Matthews, for coming so quickly." She glanced around the room nervously. "Perhaps we should discuss why we called you here privately."
Tony was shaking his head before she even finished. "No, Kate. I trust everyone here. They are as much a part of our life as any family could be." He turned to the vicar.
"Stephen, we want you to marry Jason and Kate. It's what he wants, and if," he couldn't say he doesn't make it, "if something happens, we want to know that Kate and any child she may have will bear his name." Stephen started to speak, but Tony wasn't done. "It's what we dreamed of, Stephen. Please."
Stephen sighed. "It's highly irregular, Tony, and if anyone contests the validity of the marriage, it probably won't hold up. But if it's what you want, and truly what Jason wants, then I'll do it." He started to glance around the room, then looked back at Tony in afterthought. "Have you a license?"
Tony pulled one from his jacket pocket, much to Kate's surprise. "Yes, Jason got a special license as soon as he asked Kate to marry him. He said that when she finally said yes, he wasn't going to give her time to change her mind."
Kate raised a trembling hand to her mouth. Oh, if only she hadn't denied them. If she'd only said yes, it wouldn't be like this. Her wedding day would have been joyous, celebrated in a church with friends around them, and Jason well and happy.
Stop it, she told herself firmly. You said you were tired of the what-ifs, so stop thinking them. This is the way it is, and even if it's only for a short time, she would pledge her love to Jason before God and man.
She felt a hand on her elbow, and looked up at Tony, by her side, as he had been all these long, torturous hours since Jason has the attack. How she loved him, how she needed him. She turned into his embrace gladly.
"Is everyone ready, then?" Mr. Matthews asked, pulling a small Bible from his pocket.
Tony clasped Kate's hand tightly, and nodded at Stephen to begin.
The room was silent as the marriage ceremony proceeded. Stephen wasn't verbose by any means, but he said a few meaningful words about marriage, and the true communion of man and woman, sanctified by God, which struck a chord with all those present.
Kate said her vows in a strong voice, still a little rough from ill usage the last few days. But when it came time for Jason's, they realized they had no ring. Freddie, one of their dear friends, stepped forward, and handed Tony a ring that had adorned his smallest finger.
"It's not much, but I give it to you in love, knowing you will do the same." The ring was beautiful filigreed gold in a wide band, set with opals and diamonds in a cluster.
"Was my Grannie's," he said as he handed it over. "She was a capital gal."
Kate smiled her thanks tremulously, and turned back to Jason. When the vicar asked if Jason would take Kate to wed, she closed her eyes, expecting to hear Tony's voice. Instead a rather irritated voice spoke from the bed.
"Bloody hell, Kate, you had to wait until I was at death's door to marry me?"
"Jason," Kate gasped, her eyes flying open.
Kate threw herself on Jason's chest.
"Christ, woman, be careful," he growled. He lifted a trembling hand to stroke her hair. His eyes were mere slits. "I'm weak as a baby and my head is splitting, so let's get on with this."
Tony couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry, so he did both. He fell to his knees by the bed, for the first time in days not in prayer or despair, but weak with joy.
"Jase," he cried. "We thought we were losing you."
"I'm not ready to cock up my toes yet." Jason's eyes were beginning to open more, and he looked around the room. "Fuck, is this a wedding or a wake?"
By now half the room was laughing as people called out his name.
Jason smiled weakly. "Let's get on with it. I believe it was my cue. I do.
There, are we done?"
Tony tried to give him Freddie's ring to place on Kate's finger, but Jason refused.
"In our eyes, the three of us are getting married. It's only right you place the ring on her finger, Tony."
Kate cried, again, when Stephen pronounced them all married. This time, her tears were tears of joy.
Three weeks later, Jason was bored out of his mind, and as horny as he was bored.
He had hardly been allowed to wipe his own ass these past weeks, and he was heartily tired of it. He felt fine, goddamn it.
Jason growled with frustration, actually growled, in the quiet of the empty room. If they didn't stop coddling him, he'd go mad. He'd had a struggle a week ago to make them agree to let him don at least a shirt and pants. They were hiding his shoes, damn it, until they thought he was "strong enough".
He was pondering how to prove this without shoes when Tony had the misfortune to enter the room. This time his growl had another source.
Tony gave him an amused glance as he set down the tea tray on the table by his chair. "You sound like a crazed bear, Jason. I'm sure a few more days will see you up and about."
"I'm up and about to now," Jason said in a silky voice that did nothing to hide its sensuous menace.
Tony straightened slowly and looked at Jason, awareness in his eyes. "You're too weak," he told him, regret in his voice.
"Come here," Jason simply replied, holding out his hand to Tony as he sprawled in his chair like a pasha from the east.
Tony couldn't say no. This was the Jason that had captivated him in Kate's apartment.
Forceful, menacing, he was a man to be obeyed. His heart tripped as stepped over and took Jason's hand.
Jason gave a slight tug, pulling Tony down. He was unsure where to go, and stopped the downward momentum with a hand on the chair arm.
"Straddle my lap," Jason ordered him in a rough voice.
He did as he was told, carefully lifting one leg over Jason's, and perched on his lap.
"On your knees, closer," he told Tony, reaching around him and cupping his buttocks to pull him in.
As soon as he slid down Jason's legs and found himself straddling his hard cock, Tony tried to pull back.
"Jase," he said apprehensively.
Jason wouldn't let him go, holding him immobile, pressed tight against him. "I'm fine, and you're not getting away that easily." He leaned up and breathed in Tony's scent deeply, his nose tucked into the soft spot behind his ear. "And if I remember correctly, you've a promise to keep."
Tony's heart raced. God, he wanted to fuck Jason, but it was too soon. What if it weakened him again?
"I want to fuck you, Tony, and I want to fuck you now." Jason's teeth nipped at his neck and he heard Tony's breath hitch.
"Oh God, Jason, you know I want it, but--" Jason didn't let him finish.
"Then I'm going to give it to you. Take off my shirt."
Tony paused a moment too long and Jason slapped his ass through his tight jeans. Tony moaned.
"Remember what I said about wanting to whip you, Tony. There's nothing I'd like better than to see your sweet ass pink from the palm of my hand." He felt Tony shiver.
"Mmmm, like that idea, do you?" he murmured, his tongue making lazy circles in the swirls of Tony's ear. "In that case, I won't whip you unless you take off my shirt."
Jason felt Tony's fingers fumbling with the fastenings on his chest. He chuckled, a low self-satisfied rumble, and he liked the sound. He sounded content, and he was.
"Now I know how to control you, pretty boy. You're mine for the taking."
He waited until Tony pulled his shirt off over his head, then he cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down for an open-mouthed passionate kiss. He loved the way Tony kissed, so thoroughly, he made sure he explored every corner of Jason's mouth, and when Jason sucked hard on his tongue, Tony whimpered.
They broke the kiss with a gasp, neither able to disguise their lust when their engorged cocks were pressed together in Jason's lap.
Jason slid his hands under Tony's jacket, gliding up his ribs and over his aroused nipples, and Tony rocked his hips against him.
"Take off your clothes," Jason whispered to him, arrested by the hot look in Tony's eyes. He knew Jason was going to fuck him, fuck him hard, and he wanted it.
Tony began to fumble with the buttons on his jacket. Suddenly the door to Jason's room opened and Kate walked in, already talking.
"Jason, darling, if you're up to it, I thought we might--" She stopped as soon as she registered the tableau before her. "Oh dear." She began to back toward the still open door.
"Katherine Randall, stop right there," Jason ordered her, his voice silky with determination. She stopped. "Close the door." She closed it. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Bloody hell, these two were as horny as he was, and they'd been keeping him on a short leash. That was going to end now.
"Come here." He held his hand out to her much as he had done to Tony, and she came as bidden, mesmerized by the scene. When she took his hand, he slowly brought it to his lips, and kissed it with the finesse of a born courtier.
"I've a need to show just what I'm up to, Kate, my darling. I believe you and Tony need proof that my strength is back." He looked at her through the fringe of his eyelashes, clearly flirting. "Don't you?"
"Only if you feel up to it," Kate whispered, her eyes on his lap, and his and Tony's large erections. Jason didn't think she'd meant the pun, as he had, but he smiled anyway.
"Clearly I am up to a great deal," he told her devilishly, and she finally looked at his face, smiling tentatively. He took her hand and placed it over Tony's, which had paused on his buttons.
"Tony's having a little trouble undressing for me, Kate. Why don't you help him?"
His tone was inquiring, almost nonchalant. "And then you can help me fuck him. You don't mind if I fuck Tony this afternoon, do you?"
Kate's pupils dilated and her fingers convulsed around Tony's. Both of them were looking at Jason greedily.
He laughed, that same self-satisfied laugh. "No, I didn't think you would."
Tony climbed from Jason's lap and stood there while Kate unveiled him for Jason, one article of clothing at a time. He had to sit in Jason's lap while she pulled his shoes off, and Jason took the opportunity to fondle his cock. Tony eagerly thrust into his hand.
When he was fully naked, standing before Jason for his pleasure, Jason licked his lips. He looked good enough to eat. Then he saw Kate kneeling on the floor at his feet, where she had helped him step out of his breeches.
"Suck him for me, Kate. I love to watch you."
He didn't have to tell her twice. She leaned in gracefully and grasped Tony's cock with her hand, bringing it to her lips.
"Turn sideways, you two, so I can see it better," Jason told them, leaning his chin on his fist as he settled deeper into the chair. His cock was aching for Tony, and he knew if he fucked him now, he wouldn't last. He needed to get control of his desire.
They did as he ordered, and he watched Kate delicately kiss the head of Tony's penis, her lips caressing, her tongue coming out to lick around it, as if she were kissing his mouth. It was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. Tony grabbed the back of her head to try to force her mouth farther on him, but she resisted.
"No, Tony," Jason told him quietly. "Let Kate do it her way. I like the way she tortures you."
Tony reluctantly let go of Kate and simply stood there, his arms at his sides, watching her lick and nibble his cock like a treat.
"Yes, you love the way it tastes, don't you, baby?" Jason purred at her. He couldn't resist, he slid out of the chair to his knees next to her. He stopped inches away and watched her take Tony's length halfway into her mouth, making him moan.
"Should we suck him until he comes, Kate? Before I fuck him? Then you could watch us. Or would you like him to fuck you while I'm fucking him? Whatever you want, darling." He whispered the question in her ear, staying there to kiss and nibble her ear and neck.
Tony heard the question, and his hips thrust forward, his cock fucking into Kate's eager, open mouth. Jason gently fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, Tony's cock slowly easing out. "Tell me what you want, Kate."
Kate turned eyes flashing with desire to him. "I want to watch you suck him, Jason, with my help. I want to watch him come in your mouth. Then I want to watch you fuck him, while he licks my pussy."
Jason laughed out loud. "Well, you've certainly gotten over your shyness, haven't you, kitten?"
Kate leaned toward him, and he let her take his mouth in a volatile kiss, all teeth and tongue. When she pulled back, she sucked on his lower lip until it released with a pop. "You told me there would be no embarrassment between us, Jason, and there isn't, not anymore. You're my husbands, and I love you both, and want to do everything with you."
Jason and Tony were both breathing heavily. Delicately Jason rested his forehead on Kate's, then rolled his head to rub his cheek along Tony's cock. Both Tony and Kate moaned.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you two, but I thank God every day that you are mine," Jason whispered. Then he smoothed his hand down Kate's back, and leaning over, took Tony's cock into his mouth from Kate's hand.
"Jason," Tony groaned, "yes, lover, yes."
Kate leaned in and licked along Tony's cock as it emerged from Jason's mouth.
Tentatively she reached in with a hand, and lightly grasped his balls, rolling them with her fingers. He thrust hard into Jason's mouth, making him gag slightly.
"Sorry, sorry," Tony panted.
Kate laughed. "Not so easy to take a cock deep in your throat, is it, darling?" she purred in his ear. "Relax your muscles, and swallow around him."
She watched closely as Jason followed her instructions. The sight of Tony's cock fucking in and out of Jason's mouth was the most wonderful thing Kate had ever seen.
To think they'd almost lost him. She suddenly felt tears in her eyes, and looked away quickly to hide them. She needn't have bothered. Tony only had eyes for his first male lover, the first man to suck his cock. And Jason's eyes were closed as he savored the cock in his mouth.
"It's good, isn't it, Jason?" Tony whispered. "Your cock was so good. I loved sucking it. Suck me, Jase." He fucked smoothly in and out of Jason's mouth, and Kate saw Jason's cheeks sink with each powerful pull.
Suddenly Jason's hand was on the back of her head again, and he pulled it in close.
She understood he wanted her to help again. She began to lick and nibble Tony's cock as it glided out of his mouth and back in. Jason's hand on her head was replaced by Tony's as he grasped both her and Jason.
"Yes, darlings, God, yes, love it, like that," Tony gasped. His strokes were still smooth, but his rhythm increased. Kate had to pull back, collapsing against Tony's leg, wrapping an arm around it while she watched Jason suck him to climax.
Even sucking the cock of another man, a position that usually denoted subservience, Jason was clearly dominant. He feasted on Tony as if he were a delicacy prepared just for him. He forced Tony to his pace, pulling back when Tony tried to take the lead. One hand went between Tony's legs, forcing them wider, and Kate saw Jason toying with his sac. Then one long finger slid back between the well-muscled cheeks of his buttocks, rubbing.
"Oh God, Jason," Tony cried out, and he thrust deep into Jason's mouth. Jason sucked him hard, holding him still with one hand on his hip. Kate saw his finger thrust into Tony's ass to the first knuckle, and Tony exploded.
"Jason," he ground out, doubling over, wrapping both hands around the other man's head to hold him there, close. Tony's body shook, and Kate thought perhaps he was trying not to thrust too deeply for fear of hurting Jason. Jason swallowed repeatedly, and Kate knew he was savoring Tony's taste as she had. Finally, Tony threw his head back and groaned, and Kate saw Jason pull his hand away from his buttocks.
Jason slowly moved back, Tony's long, shining phallus emerging from his mouth, still hard. When it fell free, Jason leaned over and kissed it gently where it lay.
"Yes, I can see why you two love it," he said with a grin.