Point Pleasant was getting weirder with every day. Devlin and Greer had attempted to go out in the fog on Tuesday but they'd felt the effects after mere minutes of being outside and rushed back to the safety of Juniper Inn where they fretfully discussed all the possibilities of how a fog could cause such chaotic feelings in a person. They were quite used to dealing with things they didn't understand but usually it was something a little less blatant than this.
Today the fog had cleared and they cautiously made their way outside, finding that yes it had indeed been something in the fog because now they felt fine being outside. It was a relief since their new friend had left the inn and they wanted to go see him though they didn't end up going until Thursday when the sun was out and everything felt a little less ominous. The cemetery was definitely a place of interest even if Rost wasn't there so they had plenty of reasons to take a nice walk in the sun and visit him.
Greer was thrilled to be outside. It was a bit cooler than what she and Dev was used to, being from California, but it was a gorgeous day and Greer was happy to breathe in the fresh air, devoid of fog and bad feelings. She was also looking forward to seeing Rost again. Juniper was definitely missing his presence now, and the energy inside had shifted somewhat. Hopefully he wouldn't mind it if they stopped by to say hello.
The cemetery was small, but fascinating, just like the rest of Point Pleasant. The stone angels were beautiful and quite detailed, even if they gave Greer sort of an unfriendly vibe. "I think this place would be more peaceful without them," Greer told Dev as they passed another statue. "I don't like them."
"Me neither," Dev replied, frowning over his shoulder as they passed and half expecting the strange angel to turn its head to look back at him. He had a morbid urge to slip his gloves off and touch one of those things but it was more of an intrusive thought, like wanting to touch a hot stove or drive a car into a tree. In other words, there was not a chance in hell he'd touch anything with his bare palm in this place unless his life literally depended on it.
"This town is so odd, Greer. You feel it?" he asked, giving her hand a little squeeze because of course he was holding her hand as they walked. It wasn't the first time he asked but it wasn't really a question she needed to answer either. It was more a passing remark on a feeling that kept growing stronger every day they were there.
"Odd," Greer agreed, her thumb brushing over his gloved hand. "Not entirely in a bad way, though there are some bad parts to it." The fog being one of them. Those statues being another. "But it's not odd enough to scare me away. I want to know more about it, and the people who live here." Why they stay, or why they come back. She had spoken to quite a few people since they arrived and there seemed to be two major categories of residents. Those who were born and raised and never left. And those born and raised, who left and then returned for some reason or another. Dev was much more Sensitive to these things, but Greer wondered if this town had a pull on it's people. Like it owned them somehow.
"It's fascinating," Dev agreed as if it was a bit of a confession to make and maybe it was. Point Pleasant definitely had a hold on him already and it wasn't just the new friend they'd made there though he had to admit Rost was fascinating too. "Look," he said softly as they passed another statue, slowing down to look. "That's a hex bag if I ever saw one." It definitely made him wonder and it did add some to the eeriness of the statue. "Think Rost put that there?"
Greer knew better than to touch the hex bag herself, but she paused long enough to get a better look at it. "It's protective," she said with a small nod. "And Rost is the caretaker of this place, and he seems to respect the dead, so it was probably his, but I can't be sure." It was interesting to see a hex bag on one of the statues, given that they give her a strange vibe. Maybe the hex bag was designed to keep them in line. How many hex bags were hidden around this entire town? Greer felt her lips twitch. "Strange place," she murmured before glancing at Dev. "But at least there are people here who seem to want to protect it."
"Yeah I'm getting some very mixed vibes around here," Dev said and gave her hand a little squeeze. "No wonder Papa Morrow was obsessed with this place." He was ready to move on, that angel statue - protected or not - was giving him the heebie jeebies so he started walking again, leading Greer with him. "He said his place is somewhere in the back?" he murmured. "Can you recall? I was quite intoxicated at the time."
Greer smiled. "So was he, if I remember correctly. But yes, I think it was near the back. It shouldn't be hard to find. It's not a big cemetery, and he's likely to have the only trailer in this place." They might have already found it, if Greer hadn't kept getting distracted by the angel statues, and some of the more beautiful headstones. But it didn't take long for them to spot what had to be Rost's trailer. "Hopefully he's feeling up for company," Greer told Dev. "It's been a stressful week for people here."
"He said to drop in whenever," Dev said with a shrug. People needed to speak their minds more, if Rost had wanted them to show up at a specific time or call first he should have said so. Given what Dev knew of him so far he really didn't think he cared though. As for the trailer he had no doubt they were in the right place. It was a beautiful chaos of trinkets and runes in various colors and Dev was absolutely delighted to finally see where Rost lived. Hotels were so impersonal and he almost felt sorry for Rost that he couldn't get a glimpse of his and Greer's homes to get to know them better as well. He grinned at Greer in a way that showed just how impressed he was then led the way to the door to knock.
Rost had been intensely grateful to go home. Also that the fog was gone. So Wednesday had been a damn good day for him personally, at least. It didn’t seem to be so for others, considering the chaos left in the fog’s wake, but settling back into his small home at the back of the cemetery had felt like wrapping a warm blanket around himself. He could cocoon here for a while and just ... let his brain re-set. He’d had thoughts of Mrs. Mercer, of course, of her decomposing body sprawled out in front of his steps, but they were dimmer than they had been, and that was a blessing.
He’d gotten to work the next day, also grateful that Mrs. Mercer had been re-buried without him having to be involved -- at the demand of her husband, probably. Rost didn’t mind. He cleaned up the shoddy work they’d done in re-filling the hole, and made his private apologies to her. Then there was so much maintenance to be done elsewhere, he stayed busy until the afternoon.
He happened to be back in his trailer when there was a knock at the door, but he was still in dirty gray coveralls unzipped to the waist with a black t-shirt underneath, his hair pushed back and held in place with a bandana tied around his head. Rost was munching on an apple when he ambled over to open the door, expecting some teenagers needing their stash refilled. Instead it was Greer and Dev, and Rost beamed at them before he could control his facial expression. “You came,” he declared with genuine pleasure, then stepped back to gesture them inside. “Welcome, welcome.”
She and Dev were still getting to know Rost, but the look of his home was exactly how Greer would have pictured it. It was fanciful and unique, like its owner. Greer smiled when Rost opened the door. In that moment alone he seemed much more relaxed and in his element than he had back at the Inn. Greer let go of Dev's hand so she could step into the house. Almost immediately she began to wander about, wanting to look at anything and everything. This seemed much more cozy to Greer than the Inn, although Juniper was a lovely place for a temporary stay. It was just.... different than what she and Dev were used to. "I hope we're not interrupting anything," Greer said as she ran her hand over one of the colorful blankets strewn about.
Dev loved that look on his face, it was so honestly happy and having that effect on someone felt really good. "Of course we came," he said jovially as he followed Greer inside and patted Rost's arm. He was curious about his home too, but he wasn't quite as blatant about it as Greer - not yet. Her enthusiasm was adorable to him, familiar and cute. "You look happy to be home," he said, leaning up to press a friendly kiss on Rost's cheek. It just felt right, especially after that night they'd shared.
Rost had figured they would come calling eventually, he’d made sure to say goodbye properly when he’d left Juniper, and told them just where to find him, but he hadn’t exactly expected it so soon. He’d only been home for a day, and there they were, both of them beautiful and seemingly glad to see him again. It did Rost’s heart good. He didn’t mind Greer’s wandering about -- there wasn’t a lot of the trailer to see, but he did love it all the same. It was home, and all of it was uniquely his own. “Not interrupting at all, I was taking a break,” he said, smiling bright again at the cheek kiss. He returned it while Dev was in close, gazing at him for a beat before he glanced at Greer again. “I am, I am happy. Make yourselfs at home ... can I offer you anything?” He didn’t have a lot to offer, especially after being gone for a while, but he had pot and booze and some snacks. Speaking of, Rost took another bite from his apple.
The place was small, but the size of his home didn't matter to Greer. It was cozy and comfortable and she wanted to wrap herself up in one of his blankets. "Then we came at the right time," Greer said with a smile. She moved over to examine what looked to be unfinished art projects. Not conventional art, no, but still art, if you asked her. "There's a different sort of energy here than there is out there," she said, bending over to look more closely at a piece of metal that had been twisted into a rather interesting shape. She reached out to run her fingers over it. "Did you have a witch place protection on this place, or did you do it yourself?" She recalled the hex bag Dev had spotted near the angel statue, and wondered if he had any tucked away in the trailer.
Dev joined her to look at the art as well, fascinated to say the least. "We saw the bags outside," he tacked on to her question and nodded approvingly. "Smart." A cemetery was a peaceful place for the most part but it was definitely the sort of place that could do with protecting - especially with what Rost had told them about recent events.
Rost kind of loved that they were both immediately drawn to his art -- which he always thought of as just him screwing around with stuff, but what else was art, really? Human tinkering. He followed along, though it wasn’t like there was much ground to cover, and he was entirely comfortable having them there poking at his place. Which genuinely meant something to him. “I am not so talented,” he answered Greer with a chuckle. “The blessings are from a couple of different witches in the town. The hex bags as well. I try to keep my bases covered.” He munched a bit more on his snack, gesturing vaguely for Dev and Greer to sit if they wanted. The couch wasn’t big, but it was comfortable enough.
Greer straightened, already excited about the prospect of witches in town. She was sure there were plenty in California, but she had never met one personally. "What's wrong with the angels?" Greer asked, turning to look at Rost. "I wasn't getting much of a protective vibe from them, and then Dev spotted the hex bag. Are they cursed?" She was glad he had someone blessing this place. Most of the spirits were likely peaceful and rested, but it was clear that there was some bad energy in the place.
Greer didn't sit down but Dev took Rost up on the offer and flopped down on the couch, sprawling a bit since he was the only one there. It was comfy, of course it was, and he had a fleeting thought that it'd be nice to spend the rest of their stay in Rost's little trailer instead of the hotel. Greer's question got his attention again and he glanced curiously at Rost, hoping he knew the answer.
It was a strangely good feeling, talking openly with somebody about this sort of thing without them looking at him like he was a lunatic. Rost quirked a brow at first, vaguely impressed that Greer had picked up on that so fast. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be, the angels creeped a lot of visitors out. They just usually didn’t know why. “I believe so,” he answered. “I do not know for sure. But they are not protective, and they ... they move sometimes. Change positions. I swear some have switched graves. The hex bags help keep them quiet. And I talk to them. They seem to accept me.”
Greer twitched her lips thoughtfully to the side and was silent for several moments before she moved away from the art to join Dev on the couch. She sunk down beside him, slipping her hand into his hair and stroking absently. "I wonder who put them there," she murmured, though she didn't really expect an answer from Rost. He had lived there a long time, but he hadn't grown up in Point Pleasant. She wondered if there was anyone in town who knew those small details, or everyone just ignored the questions that they no doubt had from time to time. The distant distraction in her eyes cleared then and she smiled brightly at Rost. "Will you have dinner with us tonight? You said you were on your break, and I hope we're not keeping you from work. But the fog has cleared and I think we could all use some fun."
They were a cute sight, cuddling on his couch, Dev looking like a contented cat with Greer petting him. They looked comfortable, and Rost wanted to sprawl out with them. He probably stank though, and there was dirt clinging to his clothes, so he refrained. The invitation made him smile again. “I am yours whenever you desire me,” he said, and the flirt in his tone wasn’t at all subtle. At least he knew with these two that was okay. Maybe even reciprocated a bit. Enough to make out with Devlin, but Rost wasn’t assuming anything either way. “The benefit to making my own schedule. There are no funerals today, so I am free whenever I wish to be. Have you two explored town much? I could clean up and give you a tour, if you like.”
"That sounds fantastic, yeah?" Dev said and arched his neck to look at Greer for her approval. They hadn't really had a chance to explore much, the fog had been dense and things had been a little crazy, but today was a beautiful day and getting a guided tour of sorts sounded amazing. "You know more about this place than we do, it'll be interesting! We can get dinner after. It'll be grand." It definitely sounded like a plan for the day, exceeding his hopes for this visit.
Greer recognized the tone and smiled at Rost, even as her fingers twirled around Dev's hair. She nearly suggested they explore the town later and stay in to explore each other, but Greer didn't want to completely derail the day, and it would be quite lovely to wander the town with Rost and Dev and get Rost's perspective on things. "I think that sounds wonderful," she said. "But you should be careful with being so free with your time. We may end up keeping you." There was an air of playfulness in her tone, with a tinge of flirtation. "But yes, let's go explore for a bit. I'm ready to stretch my legs."
The idea of being kept put another big smile on Rost’s face. “I do not believe I would argue with that,” he said to Greer. He polished off the rest of his apple with a couple of bites, tossed the core into the trash, then started past them toward the back of the trailer. “Give me a moment to get decent.” He disappeared into the back where the tiny bedroom and bathroom were to clean up a bit and change his clothes. He could’ve toured them around in what he was wearing, he supposed, but he had a much more brightly-colored reputation than that, and he didn’t like to trample grave dirt around everywhere. So a quick shower and change it was.
It was a beautiful day, and in spite of all its spiritual flaws, Point Pleasant was a beautiful town. Once the three of them left the cemetery, Rost took them to all of the interesting places within walking distance -- which was most of them. It helped that, like him, Greer and Dev seemed like they walked a lot anyway. He told them a lot of the town’s history that he knew, some of which was a little dubious, but hey, it was full of flavor at least. Sometimes whether something was absolutely true or not didn’t matter, it had the same spirit as the truth. They found a little spot to eat down on the marina, enjoyed a pleasant meal sitting at an outside table with the familiar smell of the ocean lingering in the air. Rost enjoyed every second of it, showing off his town and finally reveling in the company of people who were Like Him.
He enjoyed it so much that he insisted Dev and Greer come back to his trailer for a drink. Or five or six.
There was no way they were going to decline that offer and they all knew it was an invitation to a lot more than just drinks. Dev had really appreciated the tour and made note of a few places he'd have to revisit for longer if he wanted to solve some of his grandfather's mysteries but for now he was more interested in the company of Greer and Rost.
He picked up Rost's guitar when they got back to the trailer, flopped down on the couch with it and flexed his fingers. "Let's see if we can calm those statues a little with a song," he murmured, watching the two of them with a lazy smile.
Despite some of the more ominous aspects of the town, Greer was quickly becoming a fan. There was such a cozy feel to Point Pleasant. She was used to the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles, the crowding and traffic. Everything here seemed so quiet, and the people so friendly, although she knew looks could be deceiving. Rost was a fascinating tour guide, and she knew that she and Dev had gotten quite a bit more out of it than they would have had they had anyone else showing them around town. It made total sense to return to Rost's trailer to spend more time together. Already Juniper Inn was starting to feel foreign to her, like she and Dev needed to find someplace small and compact like Rost's trailer to truly be comfortable during their stay here. It was something to consider... another time, of course, because right now she just wanted to bask in her good looking company and enjoy the remainder of the day.
Greer settled on the couch near Dev, but gave him plenty of space to get comfortable. She knew drinks meant that it wasn't likely she and Dev would make the trek back to the inn later, so she was more than happy to get a bit more comfortable herself. She loved hearing Dev play, but she definitely wanted to hear Rost sing.
“Play away, my friend.” Rost wouldn’t have been comfortable with just anybody touching his guitar. It was one of his most prized possessions in a life of not really having all that much to value. But he trusted Devlin’s hands on it, and Rost smiled at both of them before he ambled into the small kitchen to pour them a round of drinks. Imported vodka was what he had, so that was what he poured into the short mismatched glasses. After shedding his boots, he brought the drinks to the couch and handed them to Dev and Greer, then plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch facing the two of them. He crossed his long legs and took his first sip, feeling a little anticipation-tingly.
Dev sipped his vodka with a happy little squint and shake at the strength of it, then put the glass down and did as told, playing a little melody. He didn't intend on playing all night, there were other far more fun things he could do with his hands, but it was nice to start with and he'd hoped it'd give Greer and Rost a little time to get closer. "You are sitting too far away," he sang with a pointed look at Rost before grinning.
Greer took the drink with a murmured thanks and gave it a sip. It was strong, but tasted rather good. She and Dev had never had much trouble holding their liquor but she saw no reason to rush the evening. Greer laughed a touch at Dev's 'lyrics' and she smiled at Rost before scooting over, closer to the arm of the sofa before patting the cushion so Rost could sit with them. It was a small area, but that was all right. Greer could make it work.
It was a small couch, to be sure, and Rost still wasn’t quite sure where he stood with these people, so he didn’t want to assume anything. Especially when it came to Greer. There was something sacred about women, and he’d had enough of them spurn advances to be cautious. She’d been friendly and overtly flirty, but Rost still preferred to let them make the first move. Which was possibly why he’d been celibate for so long. There was no mistaking that invitation, though, so he got up again with a chuckle and settled between them, one arm ending up on the back of the couch behind Greer’s shoulders. He took a sip from his own glass -- without a flinch -- and smiled a little at both of them. “Better,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Greer a bit.
Dev shuffled around a little until he was sitting indian-style with his shins against Rost's thigh. It was comfortable and intimate, two of his favorite things. He was going to let Greer control the pace tonight since she knew he was always game for a good time and the last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into something she might not be in the mood for. Women could be complicated, it was always better to leave them in charge of sex if you wanted to be on the safe side of things. He idly strummed the guitar, playing a little melody as he glanced at Greer past Rost and smiled.
"Better," Greer agreed, comfortable enough to slip a hand behind Rost's head to let her fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck. She knew his hesitance stemmed from not wanting to make the wrong move and offend her, which was appreciated, but also unnecessary. Greer loved people, and she violated their personal space quite often, though she was generally unaware of it unless it was brought to her attention. But she was also vocal with her own displeasure in someone if they made her uncomfortable. She was a good read of people in general, and she had a good feeling about Rost, despite how little she knew of him. To be able to live in this town and deal with what he was made to deal with, showed strength. And he was open to people like Dev and Greer because... well, he was so very similar. Greer absolutely adored finding like minded people in the world... there seemed to be so few. Because she didn't want to rush anything, Greer leaned in toward Rost and placed her lips gently behind his ear, just so he knew he had permission, if he wanted it.
Rost had known a lot of completely lovely people who were open and free with their love and affection and it worked for them ... and he’d also known a lot of people who only projected that image, when their core was all rotten. Who couldn’t really handle it and enjoyed pulling people into their drama. So far he was pretty sure Dev and Greer were the former and not the latter, but only time could really tell. Still, it was another reason for him to let the two of them set the pace. They were all in his house, but he was the guest in their relationship. At the moment he was feeling more than a little welcome though, and Rost wanted nothing more than to just roll along with it. His eyes slipped closed as Greer kissed him oh so lightly in such a sensitive spot, and a pleasant internal shiver ran through him. Rost tilted his head and pulled back enough to catch her mouth with his own. As he did, he moved one hand to Dev’s thigh to give it a squeeze, not wanting to shut him out in the slightest.
Dev loved kissing but he also loved watching other people kiss, there was something so beautiful about it from both an emotional and artistic point of view. When it came to the woman he loved there was just added layers of appreciation there and he knew she was in for a treat as he'd already kissed Rost. He bit his lip and grinned a little when Rost moved in to kiss Greer and his hand on Dev's thigh only made the whole thing hotter. Dev lightly ran the back of his fingers along Rost's arm, no longer even trying to play the guitar he was holding.
Like so many other things, Greer loved first kisses. Tasting an unfamiliar pair of lips filled her with a burning sense of anticipation and she was always curious to learn how her body would respond to another. Her first kiss with Dev had been like no other, and she had known in the those first few moments with him that his mouth was the one mouth she was meant to kiss for the rest of her life. Others came and went, as people were wont to do, but Dev was her constant. Part of what made their relationship so strong was this. Not needing to sacrifice the first of anything, and being able to share them together. She parted her lips for Rost to deepen their kiss, her free hand coming up to brush along his jaw. Her body began to tingle from the taste of him, and part of the excitement came from knowing Dev was watching, and enjoying.
It was a good kiss, but that didn’t surprise Rost in the slightest. He’d already kissed her man, and that had been delightful, and women always seemed to be even better at kissing than their male counterparts. He let out a tiny hum as he slipped his tongue into Greer’s welcoming mouth to really taste her -- the vodka was there, but underneath it was something much more personal. Sweeter and darker, like ripe blackberries. Dev’s fingers against his arm felt nice, sending little tingles up to his shoulder, and he squeezed the other man’s leg gently. The arm Rost had put on the back of the couch shifted down so it was truly around Greer and he pulled her body in a little closer, letting himself get caught up in all the warm good feelings bubbling between the three of them.
It was so easy to settle comfortably into the kiss. There were no nerves to deal with, no uncertainty of what they both wanted. It felt like she had been kissing Rost for years, and maybe it hadn't only been Papa Morrow's journal that drew them there. Greer smiled against Rost's mouth and cracked open an eye to look over at Dev. She certainly didn't want him to feel left out and she reached out with her free hand to lure him in closer. She couldn't deny that a part of her wanted to see Dev and Rost lock lips themselves, and she knew they were both comfortable with it. This felt like something that perhaps they all needed.
Rost's guitar could no longer be a part of the party, that much was for sure, so Dev carefully positioned it next to the couch, making sure it wouldn't fall over before he went where his woman wanted him. With the guitar out of the way it was easy to shift around until he was flush against Rost, brushing his lips lightly against his neck. He was in no rush to join the play as watching was almost as pleasurable as participating but in a way it felt like he should be closer, until he could make sure Rost knew he really did enjoy this and there wouldn't be any weirdness on his behalf.
Rost could feel Devlin moving around next to him, of course; he felt positively electrified with awareness of both of them on either side of him. He still didn’t expect the soft kiss against his neck, and a groan escaped him. His lips paused on Greer’s for a beat as a warm wave of tingles rolled down his body, then he kissed her deeper. After another moment or two, Rost broke that one off, giving her a dazed little smile before he turned his head. One hand came up to touch Dev’s chin and lead him over to Rost’s mouth. He already knew that he enjoyed kissing Dev, he just hoped that Greer enjoyed watching it even half as much. Rost kept his other arm around her shoulders, squeezing her arm a tiny bit while he and her man tasted each other.
Greer leaned over just enough to set her vodka down so both hands were not free. Her gaze never left Dev or Rost, and she felt warmth blossom in her belly at the sight of the two men kissing. She honestly never got tired of watching Dev kiss other people. He made it so beautiful and sometimes it turned her on just as swiftly as Dev kissing her himself did. Somehow it felt sexier than ever that it was Rost joining them, given the instant connection both she and Dev felt with the other man. Physical attraction wasn't everything, and Greer felt this went much deeper than that. Not wanting to take an inactive backseat role here, Greer ran her hand down Rost's front before slipping it beneath his shirt to stroke her fingers against his warm, bare skin.
It was easy to forget why they'd come to Point Pleasant in the first place. If you asked Dev now he might just say this was the reason but it was easy to not think about anything else when he was sweetly entangled with two amazing people and getting kissed in a way that made his toes curl happily. As he stroked Rost's body slowly his hand found Greer's hand and it felt perfect, the two of them enjoying the same man. So often threesomes with another guy were focused on Greer which was delightful to Dev as well but it was fun to switch it up a little from time to time and he did love the attention.
They weren’t the only ones loving the attention. It had been quite a while since Rost had fooled around with anyone, much less two gorgeous, intriguing people at the same time. He hoped neither of them expected some extended performance from him, because unless he paced himself really well, that just wasn’t going to happen. He made a soft sound against Dev’s mouth as Greer’s hand found his skin, the contact sending ripples of tingles down the front of his body. The bulge in his tight pants was obvious and getting uncomfortable, and he wished he could just teleport them all to the bed. It wasn’t far away, because it was a small trailer, but it was still going to take effort to get there. Rost broke the kiss with Devlin to turn his head and steal one more from Greer, then pulled back to glance between them with a crooked smile. “Shall we move to somewhere more comfortable?” he asked softly.
The only expectations Greer harbored from this was that everyone was able to experience the same level of pleasure before the evening was through. She didn't think that would be a problem, just based on the way Dev and Rost kissed one another. It looked so comfortable and familiar already, like they had been kissing one another for years. Greer sighed happily, reveling in the feel of Dev's hand touching hers as they touched Rost together. Yes, the couch was small - the whole trailer was small - but it was nothing they couldn't work with. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she pulled away to stand up from the couch, offering her hand out to Rost so she could lead him to his bed, rather than the other way around. Somehow she knew, from the first moment she laid eyes on him, that this would happen. There were some people in the world that sparked that fire in her belly as soon as she met them, and Rost was one of them. It made things even better than the same could probably be said for Dev. They didn't always share lovers, but it was a magical thing when they did.
Dev waited until Rost got up before he got up as well and then trailed after the two slowly. Sex with Greer always felt a bit magical, like they were deeply connected to something primal at the core of life itself. He loved sharing it with people he thought were worthy and Rost was one of a kind. Nearing the bed he pulled his shirt off and then peeled the t-shirt he had on underneath more than ready to get more comfortable and familiar. He ran his fingers through his hair and then flopped down at the foot of the bed, watching Greer and Rost with a lazy smile. His gloves stayed on. One day he might touch Rost's jewelry and get it over with but not tonight, he really didn't want to spoil the mood.
Being led by the hands into the small bedroom area at the foot of the trailer did kind of feel like magic to Rost. He had scarves hanging instead of a door, and it was like stepping into a nice little nest with his new favorite people. The bed was fairly big, something he’d always enjoyed, in spite of being tucked into such a small space. His eyes were drawn to Dev starting to strip, naturally, and Rost half-smiled between the two of them. He’d noted the gloves still on Dev’s hands, and before he took anything else off, Rost reached up behind his neck to unclasp his gold chains. They were all entwined and it took him a second to find the second clasp, but he got them off, and his earring too. Just in case. He set all the jewelry aside on a little shelf and started undoing his shirt buttons.
Greer smiled at Dev when Rost started taking off his jewelry. She still wore long, dangling necklaces from time to time, and multiple rings on her fingers, but she had definitely pared down on her jewelry collection back home. There was nothing quite like the feel of Dev's hands on her body and she was always sure to take the proper precautions when she had to. With Rost's jewelry gone, Greer stepped forward the gently pulled his hands away so she could finish unbuttoning his shirt. She enjoyed undressing people more than what was probably normal, but Greer didn't care. It was one of her favorite things to do, especially with a new lover, and once Greer got his shirt completely unbuttoned, she slid her palms up over his chest to help push it off of his shoulders. When that was finished, she reached for his pants, arching a brow up at Rost to make sure he was okay with it.
Dev had watched Rost take off his jewelry with a surge of appreciation. Both for the fact that he remembered and that he cared enough to comply. He could have focused on Greer only but this was a clear invitation for Dev to touch to his heart's content. He slipped his gloves off as Greer started undressing Rost, watching in fascination. Sure, they had kissed, but their clothes had stayed on the whole time and watching a person's body unveiled was always a little magical, revealing their insecurities and strengths, perfections and flaws. Rost's body was so far much like Dev had imagined though he had a lot more scars than Dev's imagination had supplied. He was skinnier than Dev and that was saying something, but his body was obviously strong too and Dev felt compelled to move closer to touch both him and Greer again.
Rost was more than willing to do everything he could to make sure they all had a good time, and that included not accidentally giving Dev some awful flashback. They already knew the gold tooth was okay, but the rest of his jewelry could be tested a different time. Right then all he wanted was for all of them to touch each other as much as they wanted. Rost gazed at Greer’s face as she got his shirt off, absolutely compliant about shrugging out of it. His stomach clenched pleasantly when she went to unbutton his pants, and he gave her a tiny nod at her look. Being undressed was an indulgence that he missed intensely, and every little tug and slide of fabric against his skin gave him tingles. He knew he wasn’t the sexiest man alive, but he was old enough to be comfortable in his own body. Rost looked over as Dev moved closer and reached to run a hand up his bare side and over his chest, then back down to the front of his jeans to pass along the favor and start undoing them. This all felt lovely and relaxed and warm and perfect to break his dry spell.
Greer knew Dev wouldn't have been able to stay away for long, and she smiled when she saw him move in close enough so that Rost could touch him. Her hands worked quickly at getting Rost's belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned. In her eyes, both men were incredibly sexy. There had been an instant connection with Rost, just as there had been with Dev, and Greer felt as if her entire body was humming with anticipation. Greer was able to slip her hands into Rost's pants, though she purposefully avoided touching him intimately for the moment. She just wanted to explore for a bit first, and Greer couldn't help but leaned in to press her lips against his chest, kissing and softly licking his skin to get a taste. She didn't want to distract him from helping Dev get undressed, but it had been too difficult to resist.
Dev tucked his hair behind his ears and grinned at Rost, not interrupting him as he got his buttons undone. He waited until Rost's deft fingers had gotten everything loosened up and then he pushed his pants down and got rid of them and the socks with a little squirming and kicking. Dev and Rost seemed overdressed in comparison so that was his next destination, moving in to help rid Greer of her clothes. He leaned in to kiss her neck as he touched her more than was strictly necessary to undress her, smoothing his hands over the curves of her sides. He always loved the difference between female and male bodies and he didn't have a strong preference though he always enjoyed the difference between her form and his own.
Rost let out a soft noise the instant Greer’s hands slid into his pants, a faint smile settling on his face as he watched Dev get out of his clothes. It was a beautiful sight that he relished for a moment until Dev moved his attention to Greer. Her lips felt incredible against the skin of Rost’s chest, and he brought one hand up to slide into her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He could feel Dev’s breath against his torso as he teased his woman, and Rost lightly ran his other hand down Dev’s bare back. This was already feeling like some kind of fantastic dream, all of them engrossed in exploring each other. Rost let his hand wander further down to cup Devlin’s ass, giving an appreciative hum.
Dev's lips on her neck only electrified the heat that Greer was already experiencing. She closed her eyes and smiled, her lips still on Rost's skin and her fingers grazing along his hips. Her own clothes, a light shirt and flowing skirt, would be easy enough to discard of and she reluctantly pulled her hands from inside Rost's pants to help Dev get rid of them. She hadn't worn a bra today, but slipped out of her panties without hesitation, finding no reason to be shy or unsure in front of a new lover who clearly wanted them as much as they wanted him. As soon as Greer was naked, she stepped back in close to Rost and helped him push his pants all the way down now, wanting him as bare as she and Dev were.
Dev moved behind Rost, helping with the pants even if it wasn't strictly needed. He pressed little kisses on his shoulder blade and lightly traced his fingertips over some of Rost's scars. He wondered if Rost had done this before, threesomes - moresomes- and what he was into. Dev wasn't always that into chatting about sex but it could be necessary. He kind of hoped it wouldn't be now, they could just lose themselves in a pile of limbs and pleasure but that wasn't always realistic unless you really knew the people involved. His hands strayed down to Rost's ass, in part testing his reaction to it as some guys were more than happy to touch another man but didn't much like being touched 'there'. Dev was pretty sure at this point that Rost was not one of those guys and he really hoped he wasn't going to surprise him. For now he was just stroking his ass and hips, not delving any deeper than that, keeping the mood light.
Rost had been in his fair share of body-piles, and he always enjoyed them. He’d never believed that sex was only for dedicated partners, and yet he still saw it as kind of sacred. It was one of the most human things to do, something they’d been doing together since the beginning of time, but special enough to be turned into an art in the right hands. Like food. He was more than happy to get out of his pants, and then the three of them were finally in their natural state, bared to one another, and Rost didn’t feel an ounce of discomfort from any of them. Dev’s hands felt nothing but good on him, and he liked being caught between them, even given the height differences. Rost reached back with one hand against Dev’s flank, the other moving forward to slide over the curve of Greer’s side then pull her in closer for another kiss. He didn’t linger too long though -- this was all a lot easier not standing up, so Rost pulled away from them to climb onto the bed and settle back comfortably against a dozen fat pillows. He wrapped his long fingers around his cock to give it a few idle strokes as his gaze ticked between Dev and Greer. It was like being at a buffet and not knowing what deliciousness to sample first.
While Rost got comfortable on the bed, Greer stepped in toward Dev and slid her hands around his bare waist. She leaned in to kiss him deeply, her desire for him as bright and intense as it was for Rost. Her hands roamed for a brief moment before Greer smiled against his lips and she pulled back to climb onto the bed to join Rost. She was hoping the three of them would stay there for the rest of the night, tangled up and enjoying one another. It was quite apparent that Rost was more than ready for them and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she reached out to gently nudge his fingers around from his cock so she could replace them with her own. Greer was eager to touch and to please and she wanted Rost to be able to lay back and enjoy everything she was willing to do for him in that moment.
Kissing Greer always did things to Dev's dick and if he hadn't been hard already, that kiss would have gotten him there. He watched them for a few seconds as they were as much a feast for the eyes as they were for the flesh, then slowly crawled up on the bed alongside them. He sprawled out next to Rost and pulled him in close for another kiss, stroking his own dick slowly as his tongue rolled lazily against Rost's. He grinned at him when he pulled back and leaned over to kiss Greer next and then he decided he wanted to watch them kiss again so he leaned back and cocked a brow at Greer.
If Rost hadn’t been so hungry to actively participate, he thought he could’ve watched the two of them kiss and touch each other all day. It was gorgeous and sexy all on its own. Having both of them in bed with him was even better though. Rost let Greer take over stroking him, a little groan bubbling up out of his throat as his hand delved into her thick hair. He eagerly kissed Dev back, sliding the backs of his knuckles down the other man’s body until he could curl fingers around Dev’s cock. He enjoyed feeling both of them press against his sides to kiss each other while it lasted, then turned his head to kiss Greer too when Dev pulled back. It was hard to know what he wanted first, but they were off to a good start. “I am spoiled already,” he murmured against Greer’s lips with a tiny smile. “You get in the middle, so Dev can teach me how to love you.”
Greer smiled at Rost and licked her lip, loving the different tastes of both men in bed with her. Dev was so wonderfully familiar, and Rost exotic and new. Kissing alone had her feeling so pleasantly warm, and intensely aroused. Now Greer couldn't wait until she had their hands on her body, as it was aching for attention. She pressed another soft kiss to Rost's lips before releasing his cock so she could move to where Rost instructed. Arching a brow at Dev, Greer reached out to touch his jaw, her thumb brushing against his chin. "What do you think, Dev? Can you show him how to love me?"
"I'm sure he doesn't need too much help but of course," Dev all but purred back at her, moving a little to make space for her between them and then rolling onto his side to press his hard dick against her soft ass. God he loved her body, he'd be entirely happy just rubbing his dick against her skin until he came if that was what she wanted. He had learned a lot about her body too, eager to find out every little secret she kept about how best to pleasure her. It came natural to smooth his hand down over her stomach and pubic mound, seeking her wetness and using it to rub at her clit oh so softly at first. "How's that for a start, love?" He pressed a little kiss on her shoulder and then smiled lazily at Rost.
It felt more right to have Greer in the middle than him, though Rost had been enjoying the attention. He’d always just been more of a giver than a taker. He settled in on Greer’s other side, smiling softly at how they spoke to one another, loving the warm feeling in the air. He adjusted his position a bit on his side, dipping his head in to kiss at Greer’s neck and shoulder and collarbone, letting his hand roam over her body. He cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple while his own cock nudged against her thigh. It all felt so indulgently slow and relaxed. Rost shifted himself down a bit more so he could replace his hand with his mouth and tease Greer’s nipple with his tongue. He let his hand trail down, following the line of Dev’s arm until he was touching her sex too.
Greer felt spoiled in the best way. Dev's hand between her thighs prompted a soft sigh from her lips and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations flowing through her as soon as Rost began to touch her. Her nipple hardened under his thumb and the slow burn that had sparked in her belly was beginning to spread, leaving her hot and aching between the two men. As soon as she felt Rost's tongue against her nipple, she groaned, reaching forward to dig her fingertips into his hip for a brief moment before she reached between their bodies to grip his cock again, giving it a lazy stroke. This was one of her favorite parts of sharing a lover with Dev. All of the tangled limbs, the added stimulation and sensations of multiple hands and fingers and tongues. Greer was almost painfully aroused and she was more than happy to slip her leg over Rost's to give both he and Dev easier access to her slick heat. Greer turned her face upward to press her lips against Dev's cheek and jaw, the position a bit too awkward to kiss him properly like she wanted to.
Dev wasn't quite ready to give Rost full access to her clit, he was damn good with his fingers and he liked to make her squirm with pleasure so that's where he allowed himself to be a little bit selfish a little bit longer. He lived for those sighs of hers which would soon grow louder and more urgent if he kept up what he was doing. It was beautiful. With his free hand he reached up to run his fingers through Rost's hair, watching him with as much hunger as he felt for Greer.
Rost didn’t try to take over, he just enjoyed feeling what Dev’s fingers were doing, and how it affected Greer. Everybody liked to be touched differently, what was too soft and gentle for some was way too much stimulation for others, and he wasn’t just teasing when he’d said he wanted to learn from Dev. He sucked at Greer’s breast, humming warm aroused contentment as he got some of her wetness on his fingers and teased at her opening while Dev worked her clit. Rost’s cock felt hot and heavy pressed against the softness of her leg, needy to be buried somewhere tight and slick, but for him, the anticipation had always been half the fun. He slipped two long fingers inside of her, pulling off her nipple to look up at her face.
It didn't seem as though Rost really needed to learn much in the way of how to make her happy. The feeling of he and Dev's fingers working her together was riding the line of over stimulation but in the very best way. She wanted to touch and taste both of them at once, pleasure them both at once. This wasn't the first time she and Dev had shared a lover, but it was probably the first time Greer felt like they had found a true kindred spirit. Greer's soft sighs turned into a louder moan as soon as she felt Rost's fingers slide inside of her, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her hips rocking against his and Dev's hands. Dev knew exactly how to touch her with just the right rhythmic pressure and Greer could tell by the intensified arousal beginning to flood her that it wouldn't take very long for her to be throbbing with release. She slid her hand into Rost's hair, gripping it tight and pulling his face up towards hers so she could kiss him, despite the moans that she couldn't quite seem to quell.
Dev knew his love could come a few times tonight if they played their cards right and he had every intention of doing so. Orgasms were such amazing things and experiencing other people's orgasms always seemed to fill him with positive energy that kept him going for days. In a way it was like magic, like they generated something amazing as they reached that peak and anyone involved was lucky enough to be caught in the blast. It felt like Greer was closing in on her first and Dev did nothing to prevent that. Unlike guys, women only seemed more energized after their first orgasm and he sometimes felt like in heterosexual penetrative sex it made sense, like the man spent his seed and gave it to the woman and that somehow that happened emotionally as well. He couldn't count the times he'd passed the fuck out after sex only to wake up to Greer happily bouncing around the room doing something energetic. It was beautiful and crazy and he wanted to give her that boost.
Women in general always seemed kind of magical to Rost. They were powerful creatures, able to create life within themselves and full of more love than any man could ever hope to feel. They had curves like ocean waves and smelled of the earth and he really just loved everything about them. Sure, he understood they were just people on some level, but on a spiritual level ... he very much understood why people worshipped goddesses. They were closely connected to something deep and primal in the world, and Greer seemed even more so. He kissed Greer with enthusiasm, not minding how it was broken up by her rising cries. Rost bent his fingers within her to better hit that best spot and thrust them in time with Dev’s movements, his hands strong and dextrous from years of guitar and hard work. He wanted to feel her lose control of herself and see stars.
There was something insanely beautiful about what was happening and Greer sort of wished she could just leave her body and watch it from afar. Heated, aroused bodies, tangled limbs and hot, breathy moans and sighs. But for the very rare occasion, Greer adored nearly every sexual encounter she'd ever had, more so when she was able to share it with Dev. Already Greer knew this would not be a one time experience and somehow that made this all feel even better. Like it was the beginning of something quite amazing, and it would continue to be amazing until its natural conclusion. Greer had to pull her mouth from Rost's as she reached the peak, though she kept him close with her hand gripping his hair tight. Her hips moved frantically with the expert ministration of Dev and Rost's fingers and Greer's intensifying cries filled the small trailer until her orgasm seemed to implode inside of her, stealing her breath mid-cry as her body trembled violently between the two men.
Dev felt almost drowsy with arousal at this point, pressing his cock against her body in slow grinding motions. "You want him to fuck you, baby?" he whispered because he was under no delusion that he or Rost were in control of this encounter. It was an unwritten rule that the woman was in charge no matter what the situation unless she explicitly gave up that control and even then, that was her choice. Dev still wanted things to escalate but if she didn't want to fuck Rost, he was more than willing to do that or whatever else she might have in mind.
Watching and feeling Greer’s orgasm was almost a spiritual experience, and Rost basked in every second of it. The air around them felt hotter and more full with the energy they were creating together, and gods, he hoped it lingered even after they left. Smiling faintly, he kissed slowly at Greer’s chin and cheeks as she came down from her high, another throb pulsing through him at Dev’s words. Rost gazed at her with open hope in his eyes and waited for her answers.
The best part of her orgasm was knowing there were more on the way. She wanted to pull Dev and Rost closer to her, cling to them as the tiny aftershocks coursed through her body, causing her to sigh and moan softly until everything felt so sated and lazy and wonderful. The feel of Dev behind her prompted Greer's lips to curve, and her body pleasantly shivered at his question. Greer opened her eyes and reached out to brush her hand against Rost's cheek before her fingers curled back into his hair. She drew his mouth to hers so she could kiss him slow and deep. When she pulled back, she licked his taste from her lower lip before smiling. "Do you want to fuck me?" Greer whispered to Rost, well aware that Dev would enjoy watching, and would most definitely get rewarded for his patience when they were through.
There was nothing in the world that Rost wanted more right then. He wished he could fuck them both at once somehow, they were both so beautiful and tantalizing. He’d hummed into the kiss with Greer, then offered her a doped-up looking smile. “Yes,” he whispered back, his hand running over her hip and around to Dev’s. Rost reached between them to curl his fingers around Dev’s cock and give it a squeeze. “And I want to suck him.” He saw the gleam in Greer’s eye at that suggestion and grinned a little. Good. Rost let go of them to change positions, pulling Greer underneath him on her back and settling his knees between her legs. He took hold of his cock and teased her folds with the head of it for a moment, tossing up a quick prayer to no one in particular that he lasted more than a few minutes, then started to push into her heat.
While so many people saw the world as split into gay and straight, with the occasional one remembering the bisexuals, Dev was one of those people who knew there were degrees to everything. You could be enchanted by a man and never want to fuck him so he really hadn't known just how far Rost's bisexuality stretched. The admission that he wanted to suck Dev's cock put a little quirk in his brows and he pursed his lips in a quiet 'ooh' before grinning. It was perfect, they could both get off together without making Greer do all the work in some stereotypical straight-guy threesome fashion. He moved when they moved, slowly stroking his cock as he knelt by Greer's head, his free hand stroking her hair. He watched her when Rost pushed inside, it was such a big deal to both of them, that first stroke as important - if not more so - as the last one.
Well, wasn't that heavenly? A soft sigh escaped Greer's lips as soon as Rost began to push inside of her, and she lifted one hand to slide it through Rost's hair, the other reaching out for Dev to slide it over his side and stomach. Being on her back meant she could watch, and at least touch, and she absolutely wanted to feel both men as much as she could. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips parted with soft, shallow breaths. Her knees came up to press into Rost's hips. Already she hoped this would happen again... and again, and again. Everything felt so open and natural between the three of them, like this was absolutely meant to happen. And knowing this town, maybe it was.
Rost planted both hands at Greer’s sides, his eyes slipping closed as he slid into her. He took a moment to just enjoy that engulfed feeling as he slow-thrust in deep, pressing his body against hers. It felt like a perfect fit, and it had been quite a few years since he’d last felt that velvet grip of going in bare. Rost dipped down to kiss her for a moment, and he was positive he could feel real intimacy between them already, like Greer’s soul was just as open as his own was. Rost didn’t linger too long, though, aware of the other soul in the room. He lifted his head again, leaning over some to press his lips against Dev’s hip. Glancing upward with a tiny smile, Rost kissed his way over to Dev’s cock, moving to lick up along his length while he started to thrust into Greer, slow and steady.