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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Renly_Baratheon/Loras_Tyrell, Renly_Baratheon/Loras_Tyrell/Satin
  Character:
      Loras_Tyrell, Renly_Baratheon, Satin_(ASoIaF)
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-04 Words: 3508
****** Catch Hell ******
by wildknees
Summary
     Desires should never be shameful. New pleasures should be sought in
     all things. And Renly would never deny him anything.
It all started in Dorne. Loras had been loath to go anywhere near that
godsforsaken sandpit, but a squire's place was at his knight's side, and Loras
was rather closer to Renly than most squires were with their knights. Still,
the timing was awful. As they lay together on the silk sheets, sweaty and
sated, Renly ran a teasing finger over Loras' spent, sensitive cock and
casually mentioned Oberyn Martell's earlier offer to join them in bed.
Such blinding rage immediately overtook Loras that he was reaching for his
sword without a thought, oblivious even to the fact that he was still naked.
Had Renly not begged, pleaded, and groveled, Loras would have surely stormed
from their chambers to go slit the Red Viper's throat right that moment. He
only agreed to lay down his sword with the assurance that they would leave
Dorne as soon as politically possible, and with the promise that Renly would
not allow himself to be cornered by Oberyn again.
Hours later, as Renly snored at his side while Loras lay awake restlessly,
Loras let himself recall that rage had not been the only feeling that hit him
in that moment. The image had jumped into his mind before he could stop it:
Renly naked on hands and knees, gazing up at Loras with desperate, lust-blown
eyes, his moans muffled around Loras' cock as he was forced down onto it again
and again by every thrust from Oberyn roughly fucking him from behind.
Loras' cheeks grew hot just remembering it. Even Oberyn's presence had not
dulled the appeal of the vision, and as Loras mulled it over and over until
Oberyn's face faded from mind, it grew even more arousing. Soon Loras had to
slip his hand beneath the sheets and bring himself off before he could relax
enough to sleep.
"Were you tossing off last night?" Renly asked sleepily when he woke the next
morning.
"No," Loras lied.
Renly grinned and shrugged. "I must have been having a good dream then."
Loras was relieved when they finally left Dorne, desperate for the escape from
the heat, the sand, and Oberyn's leering face. Escape from his own tantalizing
imaginings, however, was not so easy. Even in the safe halls of Highgarden,
Loras found his thoughts wandering to the feel of Renly's hair when Loras
gripped it between his fingers, or the press of his lips around Loras' cock,
and what it would look like to watch Renly getting fucked by another man.
Renly had been the first and only to have Loras, to show him the sensations
that could be brought out by lips and teeth and tongue, to teach him what could
be felt when he relaxed and let Renly push inside him and get closer than it
seemed possible. Loras did not like to think that Renly had learned these
things from other men. He knew it to be true and yet it made him angry to think
about, that others had been allowed to touch Renly before him in that way that
had become so sacred between them. Even the imaginary man who joined them in
Loras' fantasies made him unbearably jealous, and yet the desire that came with
it gripped him just as tightly.
It unsettled Loras just how arousing he found it, and not only because he'd
always preferred to have Renly inside him. The thought of Renly simultaneously
getting fucked and sucking Loras' cock was more enticing than Loras could say.
By now he'd pictured it every way he could think of - Renly spread out on his
back, or bent over a chair, or riding the other man astride, but each night as
the last embers in the hearth died away and Loras lay awake at Renly's side, he
always went back to what he originally imagined.
In his mind's eye, his gaze roved over Renly, the arch of his back, the jerk of
his hips, the slick slide of the other man's cock thrusting into him. Then
Loras would look back down to where his own cock was wrapped in Renly's mouth.
Renly would have to brace his hands on Loras' hips just to keep from choking,
yet the way he'd look up at Loras, eyes dark in the haze of lust, was proof
enough of how desperately hard he was as well.
That was the shameful, humiliating part of it all. That while Renly was pressed
against Loras' side blissfully lost in sleep, Loras was imagining him being
used in the most debasing way, shared between Loras and another for their
pleasure. When the delirium of Loras' imaginings dulled, he fiercely ignored
that Renly would likely enjoy it just as much in reality as he did in Loras'
fantasies.
The other man in Loras' fantasy now had few features, little more than a cock
and a pair of hands to grip Renly's hips bruisingly tight, but each time Loras
tried to replace the featureless man with the knight or stableboy who Renly's
eyes had lingered on for too long, the hot jealousy returned. Imagining them
touching Renly, sharing the bed that smelled as much of Renly as it did of
Loras, left Loras seething. Yet it was not enough to cleanse himself of the
thoughts, of the obsession, as it had become.
The desperate desire to see Renly shared between he and another held Loras like
a fever he could not shake. Each time he closed his eyes the visions would
dance behind his eyelids. They left him aching, desperate, and in such a state
of arousal that he could hardly keep his hands off Renly. Renly did not
complain - why would he, when it meant that Loras was desperate to be taken
each morning, and each evening, and whenever they were able to in between? They
fucked in seemingly every empty hallway and broom cupboard in Highgarden, and
each time Renly was on his knees before Loras, Loras' found his mind wandering
to a very different scenario.
Loras knew what Renly would say to such thoughts. That desires should never be
shameful. That new pleasure should be sought in all things. And that Renly
would never deny him anything.
They were in Oldtown celebrating Loras' new knighthood when Loras finally
confessed the fantasy. He wished he could blame it on the drink but even
without the flagon of wine shared between them, Loras had long passed his
breaking point. In their narrow bed at the inn with his face hidden in the
crook of Renly's neck, he told Renly exactly what had possessed him as of late.
"You want me sucking your cock while you're getting fucked?" Renly asked when
Loras' faltering explanation was finished, a broad grin spreading across his
face.
"No," Loras said, cheeks burning red, "While you're getting fucked."
Renly's grin grew even wider and the candlelight sparkled in his eyes. "And
tell me, who's doing the fucking?"
"No one," Loras said, "I don't know. It was just a thought."
"And it's what you want?"
Swallowing the lump of jealousy that was already creeping up his throat, Loras
nodded.
"Then what are we waiting for? Here, get your cloak on. The night is waiting
for us!"
It was what he wanted, but Loras still wished Renly would have been more
hesitant.
The brothel they found themselves at seemed to be one of the finer ones, though
Loras had little to compare it to. He'd never been any closer to a brothel than
passing them in the streets. His hands were trembling inside his cloak as they
climbed the steps and the smothering wave of incense that drifted out of the
building felt like poison in his lungs.
Neither he nor Renly wore sigils that would give away their noble status, but
the fineness of their clothing was unmistakable. The owner led them past the
muggy common room full of worn furniture and sweaty men groping whores to a
private parlor room in the back, reserved for clientele with deeper pockets.
A gaggle of whores materialized around them, girls and women alike dressed in
slips of silk and lace. They poured the wine, and fluttered their lashes, and
one seated herself in Loras' lap to run her lips over his neck. Loras could
hardly keep himself from laughing hysterically. He'd never had any desire for
women but with the madness that had apparently come over him tonight, he
entertained the idea of asking one of them to join he and Renly. But a girl
could not fill the role Loras wanted, and after Renly had a few words with the
owner, the girls were shooed from the room and the boys returned.
There were fewer of them than there had been women, though they had the same
sultry, dissimulative looks in their eyes. They were all decent looking enough,
Loras supposed. All things considered, he did not care what the whore he
selected would look like. A whore was a whore, was a whore, Loras tried to
remind himself. He kept this in mind as he considered his options.
One man seemed to be older than both Loras and Renly put together, and yet his
enduring charm and allure was unmistakable, easily matching wits in Renly's
light conversation. Another man had a sly smile and something of a warrior's
ruggedness. A pair of blond boys around sixteen could pass as twins, if one
were to look at them in dull enough light.
Renly eyed them all appreciatively, flirted with them, complimented their
handsomeness, and yet there was one boy who Renly would not even glance at.
It was not hard to see why. The boy was the prettiest of all of them, and the
prettiest Loras had ever seen even. Dark curls framed his young face, showing
off his warm, dark eyes and full lips. His body was slim and draped in flashy
silks, with his tunic unlaced enough to show off several inches of his smooth,
narrow chest. With such a perfect collection of all the features that would set
Renly weak at the knees, Renly was surely avoiding looking at this boy with the
knowledge that once he started looking, he would not be able to stop.
As much as Loras hated to think that Renly would enjoy the touch of another
man, it was comforting to know that Renly had not come here seeking his own
pleasure. The boy sitting across from them was undeniably beautiful, and Renly
dearly loved pretty things, yet he reigned himself in just because it would
make Loras happy. His warm hand resting on Loras' thigh said that the next move
was entirely Loras' choice.
Loras made up his mind right then. Though he could already feel jealousy
clawing at his chest, he stood and caught the dark-haired boy by the shoulder
to drag him to a nearby room.
The boy went easily enough, though he stumbled as Loras shoved him into the
room. It seemed to be one of the finer rooms in the brothel, brightly lit with
clean rushes on the floor and gaudy silks draped around the large bed. How many
whores had been fucked in that bed? Loras did not want to think about it. He
clenched his jaw and had to remind himself that this was what he wanted.
"What can I do to please you, milord?" the boy asked with a voice as smooth as
silk. He was steady on his feet again and watching Loras expectantly.
Renly was still behind, bidding farewell to the other whores as if they were
friends parting ways. Loras didn't care for any of the sultry chatter that a
whore could provide, out in the parlor room or in here. He just wanted to get
this over with. Scowling, he finally turned to the boy and strode towards him.
The boy closed his eyes and flinched, expecting to be hit, but he didn't duck
away.
Despite himself, Loras paused, feeling a bit of sympathy well up in his chest.
He had no intention to strike the boy. He'd only been moving closer to undress
him.
"Look," Loras said, steeling himself one final time, "Just - just do what I
tell you to."
The whore nodded and smiled. "Of course, milord."
He undressed on Loras' orders, and was just stepping out of his silk trousers
when Renly finally arrived at the room.
"Slowly," Renly said, laughing, "No need to rush, is there?"
Loras grit his teeth, though the whore smiled at Renly. "You're joining us,
milord?" he asked. If it surprised him, he didn't show it.
Renly hummed in agreement as he stepped closer. He took the boy in his arms and
touched his face. "My, you are a pretty one. Tell me your name."
"Call me Satin," the boy breathed.
Loras wanted to laugh. Satin.A whore's name. His hands were shaking and his
face was burning in jealousy as he watched Satin's hands on Renly's chest,
toying with the clasps of his doublet. Renly made no move to kiss the whore, at
least, but he let Satin remove his doublet and undershirt. Anger bubbled up in
Loras' chest again as Satin palmed Renly's hardening cock through his breeches,
though it was Loras who Renly was looking at over the whore's shoulder.
"Our friend needs some encouragement," he murmured into Satin's ear.
"I'm fine," Loras said, sharp enough that Satin halted in the tentative steps
he'd taken towards Loras.
A pensive look crossed Renly's face for a moment before the easy smile
returned. He stepped forward and drew near enough to take Loras into his arms,
more tender than he'd been holding Satin only seconds ago. "Come Loras," he
soothed, his warm hand resting on the back of Loras' neck, "We're here to enjoy
ourselves, so try not to look so sour."
A small huff was the only reply Loras could muster. He knew it was foolish to
be so stand-offish now, when he'd known beforehand that he and Renly would
approach this very differently. He could not expect Renly to have the same
dogged fixation on a single act as he did himself. Renly would want to indulge,
take his time. A brothel had seemed like a good option to avoid the wooing and
seduction of bringing another to bed with them yet Renly enjoyed that part too
much to pass it by even with a whore.
Renly tilted Loras' head back and leaned in to kiss him. "Is this still what
you want?"
"Yes," Loras answered, though he was not entirely sure it was true now. He
nodded once more in confirmation and pushed Renly back towards the waiting
whore.
He really was a beautiful boy, Loras found himself thinking. He did not look so
young out of his clothes, despite being nearly hairless, and there was an
easiness in his movements that spoke of grace and sensuality. Loras wished it
was arousal that was tightening in his belly as he watched. Was that how he and
Renly looked together? Loras' body was muscled from training while the boy was
slim, yet there could not be much difference in their size. His curly hair and
the dimples that formed in his cheeks as he smiled up at Renly were just as
unsettling.
When Renly stooped to kiss the whore, Satin made a rough, raw sound that was
very different than the practiced moans that echoed from the other rooms of the
brothel. The enthusiasm could be faked, Loras knew, it could be part of the
act, but the hardening cock between his legs would have been harder to fake.
Renly too was hard in his breeches despite Satin having barely touched him.
Loras wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Now Renly kissed the whore at the
same angle he kissed Loras, and held him the same. Loras' hands trembled as he
watched Renly tug the boy towards the bed, and when Renly lifted Satin against
himself to lower them down, Loras could take it no longer.
"Stop. Stop!"
He caught Satin by the shoulder and yanked him off Renly, sending him
stumbling. Loras could not say if he was angrier about Renly touching Satin, or
Satin touching Renly, but either way he'd had enough. "That's it. We're
leaving," Loras snarled.
"Just - just calm yourself for a moment." Renly laid a hand on his arm, but
Loras thrust it away.
"Get your clothes on and let's go."
"Loras, just-"
"Now!"
Renly let out a sigh, though if it was of disappointment, frustration, or
something else entirely it could not be said. He dragged a hand over his face
and started relacing his breeches.
Satin's eyes flitted between them both, judging who he should appeal to in
apprehension of the coin quickly slipping out of his grasp. He turned to Loras.
"Milord..." the whore said in a calming tone that made Loras want to lash out
at him. "It may feel strange if you've never visited a brothel before, but I'm
only a whore."
"I'm not stupid," Loras growled.
"Of course not. What I'm saying is, I'm only here because you decided it. You
might have chosen any of the other men out there, or a woman, or even visited
another brothel. You might still, even."
Satin drew close enough to touch him and laid his hands on Loras' arms,
steadying rather than sensual. Loras could have thrown him off, and yet this
whore had some wisdom in him.
"It's your choice," Satin said, "All of it. I'll make every effort to make sure
you enjoy tonight, but if you never call on me again, if you never even think
of me again, it's up to you." He smiled, a warm look with a hint of mischief at
the edges. "Tell me to stop, when you wish. Or tell me to press on. I'll do
whatever you tell me to," he said, a reminder of the order Loras had given him
before any of this began.
Warm fingers touched Loras' chin. When he met Satin's gaze, he felt oddly as if
he were staring into a looking glass, a reflection of the same brown eyes
flecked with gold that Loras had himself. Satin smiled. "And since you're
already here... well, it's my personal philosophy that one should always make
the most of whatever situation you find yourself in, yes?"
Loras barely had to lean forward to touch their lips together. The same rough,
raw sound Satin had made before vibrated into Loras' mouth and Satin's hands
dropped from Loras' face to the laces of his shirt, already starting to untie
them. Loras had never kissed anyone but Renly before and it brought a strange
thrill. This part had never been present in his fantasies, and yet the whore
was right. He was only here because Loras chose it. It was only for the night.
Loras had come here seeking his own pleasure, and he would take it. With both
hands he grabbed Satin's arse to yank him closer, thrusting his tongue into the
boy's mouth at the same time.
An appreciative sound came from the bed where Renly was still sprawled. He had
a lazy grin on his face as he watched them, having unlaced his breeches again
and taken his cock out. Wetness glistened at the tip as he slowly stroked
himself.
With a hand to his cheek, Satin turned Loras' face to look at Renly. "Your love
likes watching us," he murmured, breath hot against Loras' ear. "Which one of
us should he fuck first?"
"You're going to fuck him," Loras said.
Satin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Me?" he squawked. All the silky
seduction had vanished from his voice and the shock on his face made him look
as unabashed as any youth.
"Yes, you," Loras said to the boy's incredulous look. "I want him on his hands
and knees on the bed. You'll fuck him - hard - and he'll suck my cock, and,
and..." This was it,Loras realized for the first time - after weeks of torment
it was finally coming true, and Loras was wearing far too many clothes. His
desire burned anew from speaking it aloud and he was growing hard already, more
eager for it than he'd ever been. But still Satin stared at him like Loras had
explained it all in Dothraki.
"Was I not clear?" Loras demanded.
"Yes, very clear milord, but one does not normally choose a whore that looks
like me if he's looking to take it up the arse!" Satin protested, still in
shock. "I've never..."
Renly laughed from the bed, amused by the notion of it. "Never, dear Satin?"
Satin shook his head.
"Will you enjoy it?" Loras asked.
Satin shrugged. His face was indifferent, having returned to a flat, practiced
sultriness, and yet when he met Loras' eye there was a keen understanding
there. "If you'd like me to," he said.
Loras could feel the vicious edge of the grin spreading across his face.
"I'd like that very much."
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