Golden Dancer (17 page)

“Very well, but only because I love you, you old queen. What precisely would you like me to perfect to within an inch of its bloody life now?”

He waved a graceful hand. “Same sequence, darling.” Trelain noticed the man glance up and smile. What had gotten into him today?

Trelain executed a series of sidesteps, rose on one foot and pirouetted a number of times, fell down into a deep plié, and rose into a string of small leaps. That culminated in a grand jeté. As he propelled himself into the leap, silver hair flashed in his gaze. Daniel!

His heart stopped and body nearly followed. But he was in the air. Fucking hell, he could fall. As he lost control and headed for the floor, he prepared to accept the impact and—wham, he was grabbed and clutched to a powerful chest. Daniel had caught him, but hell, the tall body staggered backward under the blow with both of them starting to fall. Two more powerful arms captured the big body holding Trelain, and pushed them both up. Mac. Oh, bloody hell.

Trelain stared into that beautiful chiseled face, flushed with his efforts. “You bloody idiot, you could have killed us both. I know how to fall far better than you do.” He grabbed that shaggy head and pulled him in for a wild kiss. Oh, Daniel. Darling. He couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to devour that mouth, writhing against him. No, not enough. He extended an arm, hoping something would happen. It did. Still kissing, Trelain felt his body transferred to another set of strong arms, and without a pause, he swapped mouths as well. Oh, Mac. Mac.

Daniel closed in beside him and began to kiss his neck and ear while Mac plundered his mouth. He sure as hell hoped these blokes were planning on fucking him soon, because he was willing to lie down in the middle of the rehearsal hall.

Being kissed on all sides, and still held tight in Mac’s arms, he heard soft chuckles behind him. He pulled away from Mac’s hungry mouth and looked over his shoulder where the dance master stood, arms crossed, laughing in delight. Trelain shot him a ferocious frown. “You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?”

“With a lot of help from Mr. Terrebone, yes, but I had no idea what an enchanting show I would get. I suppose it makes sense that it would take two men to finally capture you.”

Trelain smiled, but the remark hit home. Was that true? Had his checkered love life full of dalliances and one-night stands just been waiting for the right combination of strength and variety to arrest his notoriously wandering interest? He hadn’t slept with another man since he’d met Daniel—and Mac. He might have cheated on either of them with the other, but not both of them with someone else. How intriguing.

He grinned up at Mac’s sparkling chocolate eyes. The man seemed truly happy to see him. And he felt the same. Oh yes, the very same. “Maybe we’ve entertained Monsieur Andre sufficiently for one day, what do you say, gentlemen?”

“Oh, do not stop anything on my account.” The gray-haired man giggled. “I like to watch.”

Daniel extricated himself from their three-way wrap and crossed to the ballet master, hand extended. “Thank you so much, Monsieur Andre. I could never have pulled this off without you, and we really wanted it to be a surprise. When I heard Trelain was spending the weekend with his mother, I knew we would have a hard time arriving unannounced on her doorstep.”

The dance master patted Daniel’s arm. “Oh, my dear, you have no idea. But I was delighted to help. Trelain really does not have enough in his life that makes him genuinely happy. I am thrilled to see that this condition may have changed…dare I say forever?”

Daniel grinned. “I hope you will help us persuade him to a happier future.”

Both the smile and the statement made Trelain’s heart leap.

Mac had let Trelain slide to the floor, though he still held him close. The man now stepped toward Andre. “Hello, sir, I’m Mac MacAllister.”

“Ah, yes, you wrote that lovely piece on the ballet.” He cocked his head. “How extraordinary. How is your father, Mac?”

“He’s well, sir.”

Trelain suspected that Andre was wondering about the son of Devin MacAllister being gay. While the renowned dancer was tolerant of others, he was prickly on the subject of his own heterosexuality. For the first time, Trelain wondered how Devin had responded to Mac’s revelation—or perhaps no such revelation had occurred? Hmm.

Trelain planted hands firmly on his hips. “All right, enough of this bloody conviviality. My mother is still expecting me tonight, and I need some serious alone time before that occurs.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Alone?”

“Alone with the two of you, of course.”

Whoop. He was flying, this time in Mac’s arms. With Daniel and Andre laughing behind, his beautiful reporter carried him all the way down the staircase at the ballet theatre and into the waiting limousine. While admittedly there were far fewer people around on a Saturday this late in the season, Trelain was sure those who did see would be telling stories for a week.

Chapter Nineteen

What in the fuck was taking so long? Mac stared at the polished marble and granite of the Sherry Netherland Hotel. They had two New York apartments to choose from—Daniel’s and Trelain’s—but Daniel had pronounced them too “everyday” for a celebration. Still, this was the last kind of hotel Mac expected the billionaire to choose, all muted tones and crystal chandeliers. They also took a fuckload of time to register people.

Mac watched the elegant guests going about their business in the lobby. What did they think of the two rock gods and the maintenance man who invaded their domain? Trelain had slipped some jeans over his tights in the limo, but that was as formal as they got. Mac looked down at his cargoes and T-shirt. Definitely garbageman material. Trelain, of course, looked gorgeous. When he wore jeans, he made other people’s suits look pretentious. His tightly bound hair showed off the perfection of his cheekbones and the great exotic eyes.

The dancer looked up at Mac. “Why is this taking so bloody long?” He lowered his voice. “I want to fuck you.”

“Crap, I can’t wait.” He let his fingertip caress Trelain’s hip.

“Best stop that, love, or I may push you down and ride you here. Those should be some sensational headlines.” He laughed.

Mac held up a hand framing a headline. “Medveyev Premiers New Ballet at the Sherry Netherland.”

“More like ‘Medveyev Proves He Is an Asshole.’”

They laughed, and Daniel glanced over his shoulder at them, smiling. This check-in was more of a love fest of elegant bowing and scraping as the manager welcomed the California billionaire. Jeez, Daniel was something to see in action. Demanding but not entitled, he treated everyone from the doorman to the manager the same. Like they said about Henry Higgins in
Pygmalion.

Daniel turned toward them, gesturing toward the classic old elevators operated by white-gloved elevator attendants. It was like going back in time. Daniel handed Mac the key card. The three of them crowded into the historic contraption where the attendant gazed past the three men like some ancient being who had literally seen it all. But as they approached their floor, the attendant put a hand into his pocket. He stopped the car and made a quick glance as if the hotel manager had somehow managed to slip aboard at the last second. He raised his eyes to Trelain. “I’m so sorry, sir. I truly don’t mean to invade your privacy, but I am such a huge fan. Is there a chance…?” He shyly held out a scrap of paper and a pencil, probably nabbed from the housekeeping carts.

Trelain flashed that smile that made whole audiences weak. “It’s my pleasure. What is your name?”

“Henry, sir.”

“And you like ballet, Henry?”

“Yes, sir, especially if you are in it.” Mac suspected the love might be more for the dancer than the dance, but who cared?

“Are you free Tuesday or Wednesday night, Henry?”

The man’s eyes widened. “I could be.”

“Whichever night you wish to come, just ask at the box office for tickets marked ‘Henry’ from me, and you will be able to see the performance.” Trelain finished signing the paper and handed it back to the man, who looked like he might pass out and was ignoring the ringing of anxious elevator users from other floors.

Mac touched Henry’s arm. “Here’s a hint. Wednesday is
Spectre of the Rose
. You’ll get to see Trelain the most in that.”

The man beamed. “Thank you, sir. Wednesday, it is. I can’t thank you for your kindness, Mr. Medveyev.”

Trelain smiled again. “You already have.”

Okay, enough fandom. Time to fuck! Mac pushed the other two men off the elevator as politely as horniness permitted, leaving Henry beaming after them ecstatically. How fast could they get to the bed? At the entrance to the penthouse suite, he shoved the key card in and held the door open while Daniel pushed Trelain into the entry of the huge suite.

Inside, Mac slammed the door and Daniel slammed Trelain against it, pushing his body tight against the smaller man, making out-of-control whimpering noises as he kissed him. Needing to be useful, Mac knelt and pulled off Trelain’s sneakers, then reached between the two men’s bodies and unfastened the fly and snap of the dancer’s jeans. Daniel got the idea. He moved his hips back and began pulling the right side of Trelain’s jeans and tights down while Mac pulled the left. Between them, they had the tight denim and Lycra around Trelain’s knees pretty quickly. Mac tapped the dancer to step out of them while he pulled the tights off his feet. Success. The long, thicker-than-you’d-think cock stuck straight up, trapped now against Daniel’s writhing body.

Might as well strip himself. Mac pulled off his own cargoes and shirt, but they were still in the entry hall, so there was no place to stash them except a table holding a vase of flowers.

“Hey, Daniel, c’mon. We gotta get to the bed.” He pulled at the big man’s arm. Daniel stepped back, took one look at Mac’s bare ass, and got a lot more interested in moving fast. He picked up Trelain. Shit, the man was going to forget how to walk. Mac led the way, and they headed for the larger of the suite’s two bedrooms. Mac got there first and pulled some lube out of the pants he carried over his arm. He stared at it. What would it feel like to be the receiver? He couldn’t stop thinking about it, ever since he’d watched Daniel bottom for Trelain. Funny, he’d thought of the one getting fucked as kind of a girlie thing until he watched that big, dominant man loving being the bottom. Mac’s ass clenched a little in fear and a lot in excitement.

“Quit staring at that thing, baby, and put it to use.” Mac glanced over his shoulder. Holy gorgeous! Trelain lay on his back on the bed, stripped naked, with his legs pulled up to the sides and cock waving. Time to salute that flag. Daniel was halfway through his own striptease, the muscles in his back and broad shoulders rippling. What had he ever done to deserve these two men? Mac swallowed noisily. “Uh, does one of you want to, uh, fuck me?”

Silence. He’d take that as a no. Then Trelain hurled himself up off the mattress and threw his arms around Mac. “Oh, malysh, you want to feel us in you?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

Daniel scooted across the bed and knelt so he was beside them. “Baby, we both want to fuck you, but we’re not exactly small. We need to get that ass of yours ready to take one of our cocks. How ’bout we work on it today and maybe do the deed tonight or tomorrow morning?”

Mac grinned. “I might lose my nerve by then.”

Trelain nuzzled him. “No, love, we’re going to make that hole of yours beg for it.”

Daniel caressed his cheek. “And just to show you how much we love your offer, how about you fuck both me and Trelain today? We’ll both bottom for you.”

Trelain raised an eyebrow. “It appears a lot more than sucking has gone on in my absence.”

Shit, was Trelain jealous? And if so, of whom?

Daniel kissed the golden neck. “Oh yes, sweetheart, I have been, shall we say,
deeply
initiated into the mysteries of Mac’s fantastic cock. He’s had that thing tickling my tonsils while I begged for more. Wait till you see it.”

“Bugger, I can hardly wait.”

Mac let out his breath. It seemed that swinging triple appealed to all of them.

Daniel pulled Trelain back onto the big king-size bed. “We’ll both lie on our backs. That way we can see Mac and each other. Jesus, the idea makes me so hot, I could come.” He stuck out a hand to Mac, who still held the lube. “Give me some of that.”

Mac pored liquid into Daniel’s big hand and then Trelain’s smaller one. Both men started lubing their own holes, shoving fingers in deep. Oh crap, that was hot! Daniel nodded toward Mac. “Put some in yourself, get used to your own fingers. Go on.”

Mac put lube on his fingers and reached behind himself, feeling a little shy, though the other men were lying on their backs, legs raised wantonly, fingers plunging deep.

Ooh, cool and slick, and it felt odd. So tight. He pulled his finger out and put more lube on it, kind of curious now, then shoved it back in. Shit. He hit something electric.

Daniel chuckled. “That would be your prostate, baby. Have you never experimented with your fingers in your ass before?”

Mac shrugged. “A little, mostly since I saw you two…” Damn, he was blushing again.

Daniel scooted to the other side table. “I got a present for you back in Laguna. Hoped we might need it.” He pulled out a medium long plastic plug, wider than Mac’s finger.

Trelain was writhing and moaning on his own fingers. “Will you blighters get that thing in and get his thing in me! Shit, while you two have been fucking like rabbits in Laguna, I’ve been bloody taking cold showers.”

“Here, do the honors.” Daniel held out the plug to Trelain.

That got the dancer’s attention. He squirmed around so, lying on his side, he slapped Mac’s ass. “Here, baby, show me that hole.” He lubed the plug. Oh man, he was going to put it in. Mac bent over a little and again got a smack from Trelain. “Spread it wide, sweetheart. Let me see what you’re offering.”

Hiding his face in the covers, Mac reached back and spread his ass cheeks. For sure, being gay put you in a lot less dignified positions than being straight. Yeah, and a hell of a lot sexier. First, something slim worked its way in a little, then, crap, something much bigger. Oh yeah, it burned, but didn’t hurt.