“Just watch?” Arthur said, taking a break from making Charles moan like a premium whore to catch Javier’s eye over his shoulder. 

“We’ll see,” Javier said, running his gloved fingers down the fine line of Arthur’s jacket, admiring the tailoring. “It’s a pretty show, so far.”

“Feelin’ like a damn prize pony,” Arthur complained, snatching Javier’s hand to bite against the slim line of skin bared between his glove and the edge of his sleeve. “Between you and those society ladies on the boat.”

Charles sat up, taking advantage of the momentary pause in the assault on his senses to wriggle out from under the two of them. Curiosity showed in his eyes. Nice as Javier and Arthur’s suits looked, they were clearly water-stained. Charles hadn’t been on the whole plan, but he’d probably guessed that a midnight swim wasn’t originally a part of it. “Tell me how it went?” 

“Alright, alright,” Arthur relented, standing up to pop the cork off the bottle of champagne he’d somehow managed to purloin during the heist. How the hell he managed to carry that heavy shit while swimming the river, Javier would never guess. 

“You’ll want a drink for this,” Arthur said, pouring the two glasses. He handed one to Javier before pulling the wooden chair next to the table up next to the bed. He slumped into it, kicking his fancy, shiny leather shoes up onto the mattress between where Javier and Charles sat. 

Charles tilted his head, clearly confused. “If I need a drink, where’s my glass?”

“Seein’ as this is fine stuff and you ain’t much of a drinker, I figured Javier here and I’d help you with it.” Arthur grinned, dirty as sin, nodding at Javier. Catching on, Javer snagged Charles’ hair with his free hand, pulling the big man’s head back as he pressed his own glass to Charles’ lips. 

Charles frowned, then opened his mouth, allowing Javier to tilt some of the bubbling, golden champagne against his tongue. He swallowed, some champagne spilling to trickle down his chin. Javier handed his glass to Arthur, using his freed hand to hold Charles steady as he licked against his throat, chasing the sticky trails of alcohol across his warm skin. 

“There now,” Arthur breathed, husky with arousal. His blue eyes showed green in the low-light, animal greedy. “Ain’t that a pretty sight.”

“Tastes better this way, too,” Javier shot back, pressing a last sucking kiss to Charles’ throat before surfacing, gesturing to Arthur for his glass back. “Now tell the story, Arthur. Have some other things I wanna get to, tonight.”

Charles giggled, a sweet, giddy sound. 

Javier knew the younger man hadn’t had much experience before the first time Javier’d approached him, about two months after the taciturn man had joined the gang. Charles had been a hard worker, brave, and funny as shit if you took the time to notice it. And he hadn’t so much as looked sideways at any of the very attractive girls in camp. Javier hadn’t taken long to put two and two together. It’d been a gamble, approaching the big man in their shared tent one night after guard duty. 

And hell if it hadn’t paid off. Javier got the sense that Charles wasn’t used to being wanted—especially not in a way that made him feel good, rather than like a piece of meat. Once Javier'd convinced him to let Arthur join in…

Well, suffice to say, it didn’t take much to make the gang’s new ice princess melt. 

Arthur took about an hour in all to tell the story, putting all of Hosea and Dutch’s showmanship into the tale. They swapped off feeding Charles sips of champagne throughout, working their way through the bottle until it ran dry.

“So you swam,” Charles slurred, from where he’d straddled Javier’s lap. Big guy’d never had much tolerance for drink, and Arthur and Javier’d shared a bottle of rum on the ride over from Saint Denis. Suffice to say, they were all a little tipsy. 

“Yep,” Arthur said, kissing Charles’ shoulder. Arthur’d moved behind him, cravat loosened, that crimson silk vest of his half unbuttoned as he got comfortable. 

Javier stroked his gloved fingers up Charles’ side, grinning into his collarbone as he shivered. “Sure did,” Javier said, humping up to grind his clothed cock against Charles’ own. Between the two of them, these pants were going to be totally ruined. 

“Help me out, Arthur,” Javier demanded, clever fingers working the buttons of Charles’ shirt open. “Think it's time to show Charles just how much we appreciate him findin’ us a place to lie low.”

“Seems like the polite thing to do,” Arthur agreed, wiggling his big hands between Charles and Javier’s bellies. He undid Charles’ suspenders, moving to unbutton the other man’s dark trousers. Between the two of them, Javier and Arthur peeled him fully out of his clothes, baring miles of deep, bronze skin to glow in the low light. 

Javier busied himself immediately with sucking at Charles’ chest, mouthing at the full, heavy muscles of his pecs as he seized those soft brown nipples in his fingers. He flicked and pulled, knowing by now just how to get those pretty tits nice and rosy, hard as diamonds. 

Charles moaned, grinding down into Javier’s lap. From behind him, Javier could see Arthur massaging the other man’s calves, kneeling on the floor so he could press kisses to the arches of Charles’ feet. 

“You’re insane, man,” Javier joked, taking one perky nipple in his mouth, stroking his freed hand down the curve of Charles’ spine as he arched into the heat of Javier’s mouth, whimpering. Javier dipped his hand lower, sliding his gloved fingers through the sweat that gathered at the small of Charles’ back, dipping from the curve of his generous cheeks to the warm furrow between. “Got tits and ass served up nice as a five course meal in front of you, and you go for his feet.” 

Arthur rose up on his knees, biting Javier’s fingers where they teased against Charles’ crack, admonishing. The older man abandoned caressing Charles’ calves to push against his shoulders, crushing Charles and Javier both against the mattress. 

“How ‘bout you mind your own work?” Arthur sniped, pulling at Charles’ hips until Charles' ass thrust out towards him, Charles’ cock grinding fully against Javier’s clothed crotch. “Let me mind mine.”

With that, Arthur was ducking to press his lips against Charles’ ass, forcing a shuddering moan from the hunter. Javier knew from experience that Arthur was brutal. He liked to nip as much as look, bruising up Charles’ sensitive rim even as he used his tongue to lick the tight furl of him till it was warm and soft. 

Javier shrugged, content to continue his assault on Charles’ chest. Their height difference made things easy, Charles’ tits still level with his mouth. “Gettin wet, aren’t you?” Javier purred, still caressing Charles’ ass, pulling his cheeks nice and wide while Arthur ate his fill. “Feels good, don’t it? The two of us?”

Charles nodded, helpless to do much more than grind against Javier’s belly as the two men played with him. It was always fun to see him this way. The confident, taciturn act got old after a while, when Javier knew just how easy it was to make the big guy melt. 

Javier grinned, dragging one finger through the spit gathering from Arthur’s sloppy kissing. He pressed the tip against Charles’ wet hole, groaning at the heat as he fucked in, bullying in next to Arthur’s wrigging tongue. 

“You’re so damn tight,” Javier panted, humping to grind against Charle’s belly. 

Arthur chuckled, abandoning his work to fetch the slick from his satchel. He offered the little tin to Javier, sitting back to jack his own thick, heavy cock as Javier finger fucked Charles’ ass open. One finger, two, three—

In what felt like no time, Arthur was back to hunching over Charles, hands steady on his hips as he guided him down to sit on Javier’s straining cock. It was clumsy and uncoordinated, the three of them tipsy and silly with it. 

“Finally,” Javier breathed as he slipped inside, feet bracing against the bed so could fuck up into the tight, slick heat above him. “Shit, you feel so good—”

“Yeah?” Charles chuckled, grinding down. He braced his hands on Javier’s spread knees, using the leverage to bounce himself easily in Javier’s lap. 

They fucked like that for a while, Charles rocking down into Javier’s thrusts as Javier did his best to fuck him, grinding against that sweet spot that made the big man moan and tremble like the sweetest little thing above him.

Eventually Charles paused, looking over his shoulder at where Arthur was still standing back, slowly teasing his cock while he waited for his own turn at Charles’ tight little hole.

“Come on,” Charles said, panting. Javier’s hands were tight in his ass, spreading his cheeks, showing off where his cock was stretching Charles wide. “Get in here, cowboy.”

Arthur’s eyes were greedy in the low lamplight, avarice burning in him like he’d busted open a bank vault. “Careful,” he murmured, biting his lip a he fucked into his fist, smearing precum against the rosy red head of his cock. Like a fucking third leg, Javier swore. There was a reason he always topped Arthur when it was just the two of them—he wasn’t built to take punishment the way Charles could.

Javier slipped a finger up into Charles next to his cock, stretching the taught skin. Charles moaned, soft mouth dropping open into a sweet ‘o’. 

“C’mon Arthur,” Javier teased, fucking his finger in and out, plucking at Charles’ rim. He felt insane, harder than he’d been his life at the idea of it. What Charles would look like, how he’d sound, stuffed full with the both of their cocks fucking in and out of him. How wrecked he’d be, after. He needed this, suddenly, more than he needed anything in months. “The lady asked you nice, man. Be a damn gentleman, for once.”

Arthur swore, bracing one leg up on the bed. He fucked a finger of his own in besides Javiers, then another, thick digits working relentlessly until they moved smooth and easy out of Charles’ straining hole.

“Last chance, sunshine” Arthur breathed, face buried against Charles’ shoulder as he lined himself up. His thick, spongy head pressed against where Javier had paused, fully buried in Charles’ ass. “You ain’t gonna thank me tomorrow if we do this.”

Charles moaned. His arms trembled as he held himself above Javier, so overwhelmed already that he was barely able to do more than rock down weakly into Javier’s shallow thrusts. “Just do it already,” he begged, the beginning of tears shining on his high cheekbones. “Want you to.”

“Lay him down,” Javier said, pausing them. He was hardly holding back from coming, himself, already on the edge from how tight Charles was with his and Arthur’s fingers fucking in beside him. He could only imagine how much tighter it was gonna be, that big cock of his grinding against him inside Charles. Helping him wreck their partner’s tight little hole. “It’ll be better that way,” he breathed, hardly able to catch his own breath, he was so aroused. “Give you more room to ruin him.”

“You just don’t want to do any of the work,” Arthur joked, pressing Charles’ shoulders until Charles lay flat against Javier, both their legs parted and braced on the bed to give Arthur access. “That’s just fine with me, brother.” Arthur leaned down, laying a sucking, possessive kiss to Charles’ spine as he bullied inside. “Wreckin’ this cunt’s just the kind of job I never mind takin’ lead on.”

Charles cried out, whimpering and shaking in Javier’s arms as Arthur started thrusting. “Shit,” he whined, lips brushing Javier’s sweaty brow as he braced himself, helpless to do anything but take what Jaiver and Arthur gave him. “It's too much,” he babbled, clinging tight to Javier’s shoulders as he struggled to adjust. “God, please—”

“Nuh-uh,” Javier reprimanded, slapping Charles’ ass. “Arthur’s been so good to you, licking you open,” he purred, seizing big handfuls of Charles’ cheeks and squeezing, grinding the root of his cock up into Charles’ overworked hole. You asked for this, friend, so you’re gonna take it.” 

“Yeah, he is,” Arthur grunted, driving deeper, harder. It was lucky there was no one room on the other side of the wall, the way the headboard of the bed was banging against it from the strength of Arthur’s harsh thrusts. “Gonna take it all, angel. Both our loads, spillin’ in your pretty cunt—”

“Filthy,” Charles moaned. “The mouth on you, Arthur.” His cock twitched against Javier’s belly. Arthur’s girl-talk always riled him so easy, bringing out the moaning whore in the stoic professional he showed the rest of the world. Javier wondered what the rest of the gang would think, if they knew just what an easy slut Charles Smith was once you got a cock in him, called him pretty.

Too bad for them, Javier thought, bracing his feet so he could join Arthur in wrecking Charles’ insides, groaning at the hot slide of that thick, slick cock against his own in the tight, silky confines of Charles cunt. Didn’t matter who else might want a taste—he and Arthur got there first.

Javier’s hands started slipping against Charles’ hips as he got close, driven faster to the edge by Arthur’s cock moving against him, by the high, needy sound of Charles whimpering helplessly in his ear.

“Gonna come in you,” Javier said, squeezing Charles’ hips harshly. “You want it?”

“Yes,” Charles moaned, thready and broken. He’d gone limp between them, too blissed out and overwhelmed to do anything but lay there and take as the two men used him. “Need it,” he encouraged, bearing down with what little strength he had left. “Need you.”

“Shit,” Jaiver cursed, gut clenching as pleasure washed through him, a hot wave that pulled him taught from head to toe and emptied out his cock into Charles’ stuffed guts. “So good,” he praised, kissing Charles’ shoulder as he pumped into him, hot pulse after hot pulse of cum spilling into that perfect hole. “C’mon Arthur,” Javier goaded, wrigging his hand between his and Charles’ bellies to take the other man’s cock in hand. He was so wet, leaking all over Jaiver’s fist like a drippy faucet. “Breed him.”

Arthur groaned, gut shot. “Got a dirty damned mouth, Escuella,” he grit out, still driving his heavy cock in and out of Charles’ ass, fucking Javier’s come deeper into him. “You want it, angel?” he asked Charles, voice breaking, high with want. “Want me to breed ya full?”

“Yes,” Charles gasped. His cock jumped in Javier’s grip, cum spilling out to stain their chests. “Yes, Arthur, yes—”

Charles whined as Arthur gripped him, dragging his hips up until Javier’s soft cock slipped from his hole. Charles’ chest pressed tight against Jaiver’s own, crushing him pleasantly as Arthur fucked even harder into his worn out hole. The sounds of their bodies moving together was disgustingly wet and erotic, the lube and spit and cum churning messily in Charles’ ruined ass as Arthur drove roughly into him, chasing his finish. 

“Yes,” Charles chanted, gripping Javier’s shoulders for dear life. “Yes, yes, yes—”

“C’mon Arthur,” Javier groaned, fucked out and exhausted. His own cock twitched against his belly, valiantly trying to rouse from the show taking place on top of him. “Give it to him, already.”

Arthur huffed and strained, face so red it almost matched his vest, which was now drenched in sweat. “Yessir,” he grunted, thrusting once more, hard, before pressing tight against Charles’ body. 

Charles whimpered, so needy and pretty in Javier’s ear that he thought it might be his favorite sound, ever. He trembled as Arthur rutted forward, emptying his load inside. 

“Good girl,” Arthur praised, his hands leaving their white-knuckled grip at Charles’ hips to caress his sides. His face went soft, all goofy and dopey the way he got when he finally came. It was cute, Javier thought, watching the big, tough guard dog be reduced to an eager puppy by nothing more than a tight hole and some pretty brown eyes. “So good for me, Charles.”

Charles just whined, twitching against Javier’s chest when Arthur withdrew. Javier chuckled, head buzzing pleasantly from alcohol and endorphins. 

“You okay there, man?” Javier asked, petting what he could reach of Charles’ back. 

“He’s about to be,” Arthur growled, pulling again at Charles’ hips until Charles’ head rested on Javier’s chest, his ass pulled high, back arched in a delicious curve. “Hold ‘im for me, Javier.”

Javier obeyed, chucking smugly when Arthur ducked to press his face between Charles’ cheeks, holding Charles’ wrists tight as the other man began to struggle. “You’re okay,” Javier assured, straining to kiss the crown of Charles’ hair as he shook and trembled, overwhelmed as Arthur made out noisily with his sloppy hole. “Arthur’s just cleanin’ you up, big guy,” Javier purred, licking his lips as Charles sobbed wetly against his chest. “Like the dog he is.”

Arthur continued to kiss and lick into Charles’ worn cunt for a few long, agonizing minutes, heedless of Charles’ increasingly desperate cries. When he surfaced he didn’t speak. Just shot Javier a hot look, beard shiny with the mess he’d cleaned from between Charles’ thighs. 

At Arthur’s urging, Javier helped turn Charles over, scooting up to lean against the headboard as he held the other man tight in his arms. Arthur clambered up after them, kneeling between Charles and Javier’s tangled legs as he reached for Charles. He swooped down, pressing a filthy kiss against his mouth. 

Charles yelped, struggling weakly as Arthur pushed the mess of cum and slick from his mouth into Charles’ own. Javier assisted, pinching Charles’ nose shut viciously until Charles was forced to swallow the mess.

“You’re disgusting,” Charles gasped when Arthur drew back, looking as smug as a coyote with a rabbit. Charles coughed, hacking wetly as he gagged. 

“Sorry, angel,” Arthur laughed, anything but. He ducked, pressing a chaste kiss against Charles’ forehead, all mocking sweetness. “You cry so pretty,” he said. “Brings somethin’ out in me.”