From: laurelc@wincom.net
Date: 30 Sep 2003 16:22:18 -0700
Subject: [atxc-pi] NEW: Twister (0/1)
Source: atxc
 
Title: Twister 
Author: laurel 
Author Email: laurelc@wincom.net 
Status: NEW - Series 
Size: 16k 
Rating: NC-17 
Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer/Ephemeral 
Category: Story , Romance, Sex (PWP), Humor 
Keywords: Slash 
Pairings: Alex/Walter/Fox/John 

Summary: On a cold winter's day Alex finds a game to blow off cabin
fever.
 
Part 1
Please see part 0 (template) for warnings and summary.

Notes: Inspired by a discussion of where everything goes when you're
writing a foursome sex scene.

Spoilers: Helpful to read the series from the first to get yourself
oriented but you won't be lost otherwise.  Alex has one arm.

Archive: Okay to WWOMB, anyone else just ask.

They were utterly bored, with each other and the activities that they
were limited to.  The winter wind howled outside, which let out a 
brisk walk, never mind Fox's daily runs.  They were getting on each
other's nerves already and spring wasn't even hinted at in the damp 
air or the bite of sleet which couldn't decide whether it wanted to 
be rain or snow.

Fox had a case of writer's block and Alex didn't feel like digging 
his jeep out of the snow bank in the street to go out.  Walter and 
John had left the detective agency in charge of the manager who
lived just a couple of blocks away from the building.  They didn't
want to risk getting snowbound in the storm.  The forecaster's
promise of more snow certainly looked as if it was going to come 
true.  Besides which, business had slowed down anyways so they 
didn't feel too guilty.

The great outdoors was out as an option but then so was the cable.

They sat still long enough for lunch and then an hour where they
tried to read quietly while they listened to music.  But they 
argued over their musical choice.  Walter wanted Winton Marsalis,
Fox wanted to hear Moby to which John violently objected and 
he suggested the oldies station instead of a CD and Alex didn't
much care.  He liked just about any kind of music except for
country, which he hated.  He even enjoyed the occasional opera.  

He remained silent as his lovers argued over the merits of their
individual favorites.  He was still trying to figure out his place
in the group dynamic.  He was utterly convinced of not being a 
sex toy as his melancholy fancy sometimes tried to make him believe.
He was here as an equal, as a lover, as someone who was loved and
cherished and yes damn it, adored.  He especially got that warm
feeling like he'd drunk potent rum when his lovers petted and cuddled
him.

He didn't have a job or purpose of any kind yet but he was still
working on that.  He could pay his way financially and he 
contributed to the household.  Why he'd even gotten rid of that
old busybody housekeeper that came in twice a week and hired an
efficient friendly woman from a reliable agency.  He knew there was
no way Walter had drunk all that Scotch.  Instead, while Hilda was
supposed to be vacuuming the carpeted stairs or scrubbing the 
kitchen's tiled floor, she'd been dipping into the hard stuff.  They
all breathed a sigh of relief that their lover hadn't turned into
a drunk.

He was independent and didn't get on their bad side very much.
And when he did he knew when to retreat until the mood passed
when it came to Walter, knew when to nuzzle or joke with Fox unless
he was really pissed and silently would tag along with John when he
wasn't in the mood to talk.

But the arguing bothered him.  He'd always been uncomfortable
with the emotions that bubbled to the surface when people fought.
It didn't make him a pushover by any means.  He could argue and
debate with the best of them but a raised  voice reminded him of 
dark times and he wanted to run away and hide.

He was tempted to slink away to his own little room where he'd
set up his space with his books, CDs and the little knickknacks
he liked to have around to make it feel like home.  He liked to
lie on the day bed, comfortable with a thick quilt and its nest of
pillows and read or listen to music.  It was a comforting space that
was not quite as neat as Walter's things but not as careless as Fox's
mess.  They might have snickered at his choice of objects d'art but 
he liked his scruffy teddy bear and the jeweled box that had belonged
to his mother among the framed photos of his lovers and the amusing
little Russian nesting dolls, which he usually kept on display so 
that they stood next to each other arranged in order from big to 
small.

He began to stand up to head upstairs to his sanctuary.

"Where are you going?" Walter snapped.

"To my room," he answered evenly.

"Want to play checkers?" John asked desperately.

"No."

"We've got a whole bunch of board games.  How about Monopoly?"

Alex shrugged. 

"Snakes and ladders?"

"Hello?  Am I a child?" he responded sarcastically.

John's face fell.

"Sorry," Alex said quickly.  "I only like chess, word games and cards."

"Poker, then?"

"Nah.  What other games do you have?"

"I'm not sure.  They're in the hall closet.  Do you want to check
them out?"

"Sure."

He'd do anything to placate John, who looked glum.

They went upstairs and poked along the top shelf of the closet, 
bringing down box after box.  They dusted them off and found
Parcheesi, Boggle, Scrabble, Taboo and several decks of cards as 
well as two decks of Uno.  Alex pondered a challenging game of
Scrabble.  He really did like games that made him think but Fox was
a word fiend and he always won.  Scratch that.  He wanted something
fun to do, something that didn't require thought or cause heated
debates about the validity of a word.

He spied another long box and pulled it out, grinning devilishly at
the idea that came to mind.

"This is it," he announced.

"That's Twister, Alex."  John pulled a face.  Juvenile games were
just fine for Fox but not him.  He'd only suggested "Snakes and 
Ladders" in a desperate attempt to keep Alex downstairs.

"You'll see.  This'll be fun."

"I'd rather be walking a beat out in this storm."

Alex bounded down the stairs with his game.

"Gentlemen, take your clothes off," he ordered.

Walter pulled his glasses off and peered at Alex with puzzled 
brown eyes.  It was obvious he'd found a game but he didn't know of
any board game that required nudity.

"We're playing naked Twister."

*********************************************************************

"How on earth am I going to put my leg on that yellow spot?" Walter
grumbled.

"Hey stop complaining.  I look like a contortionist," Fox shot back.

"I thought you were Gumby," Alex replied with a smirk.

"Just wait until you get on the board," Fox said ominously.  He
sighed as his limbs trembled with the effort of staying upright.

John grunted as his muscles protested the twisted state of his 
arms and legs.  People weren't meant to turn their bodies into
these positions.  But it did afford him a view of Alex's enticing
ass as Alex joined the game.  Up until then, Alex had been spinning
the wheel and directing their positions.  He'd left his prosthesis on
in order to use both arms.

Fox called out a direction and smiled as Alex struggled to reach
the red dot.  

Walter took care not to brush up against him so he wouldn't be
pushed down.  But at the same time he jostled against Fox, and
against the feel of his satiny skin, which sent him shaking.  He
cursed as he struggled to stop swaying.

The three of them shouted out directions to Alex with glee, paying
him back in kind.  It was only moments before they started giggling
as he contorted his lithe but muscular body this way and that,
reaching between their legs where he'd innocently brush up against
their interested cocks before settling into his position.  They
swayed and shook as their muscles strained and flexed into their
unnatural poses on the colored dots.

Fox wickedly licked Walter's thigh.  He couldn't help it.  The
thick muscular leg was in his way and he was tired of the game.
His cock needed relief and the only way he could get it was for
the game to be over and jump someone's bones.  Alex joined the
game to see if the big man would topple.  Walter swayed between
them but didn't fall.

John got into the spirit and with a big grin that transformed his
serious face into a joyous, twinkling sight, kissed Alex's 
soft-skinned ass.  He couldn't help it.  That ass was just made to 
be kissed and caressed and squeezed.  Alex rocked forward a bit.
John bit his firm flesh and then licked at the small indentation.
Alex shrieked and cursed, trying to smack John's face with his
ass.  It gave a new meaning to the term butthead.

He began to shake with laughter as John continued his assault.  As
if a single unit, the foursome shook and laughed and trembled until
they all fell like dominoes.  They collapsed into a heap of jiggling
bodies.  They sprawled over the plastic sheet, obliterating the
primary colored dots.

Alex's game had been a success.  All the tension of cabin fever had
been relieved and the sight of each other's naked bodies had turned
them on.  

Alex rolled over on his back but cuddled closer to Walter who was
still chuckling.  Walter rolled onto his hip.  Alex flashed him a
smile and took one of Walter's arms to circle his waist.  Walter
took the hint and began to rub Alex's hip and thigh, trailing his
fingers over the silky skin.  Alex turned over so he could continue
on the other side.

Fox crawled up to John and nuzzled his hard chest.  He took a nipple
into his mouth and chewed lightly on it while fingering the other
nipple so it wouldn't be left out.  He pinched it between thumb
and index finger, rolling it around between his nimble digits.  John
groaned at the erotic, slightly painful but very pleasurable feeling.

Alex watched as they began to playfully nip at each other, leaving
little red marks then licking them away and soothing the small bites.
They bit and nibbled at each other's chests and necks until their
pale skin was marked and glistening.

They were both biters, which was a good advantage to Alex.  He 
enjoyed being nibbled on.  Walter on the other hand liked to lick.  

Walter continued his caress over Alex's bared backside.  He climbed
on top of him and slid his leg through Alex's thighs.  Alex moaned
and thrust back.  His hand roamed over Alex's back and ass, tracing
his spine with a gentle whisper-light touch, outlining his shoulder
blades, and then swooping down to squeeze his pliable cheeks.

His watched Alex's ass muscles flex and spring back.  Alex sighed in
contentment at all the attention.  Walter began to slide up and down
to let Alex feel his hard-on.  Alex thrust back, eager to feel more.

Fox jumped up to John's dismay.  "Be right back."

He came back with bottles of lube and before he returned to his
lovers, he flipped on the stereo and the bouncy pop of Britney Spears
came on.

"Argh, change it, change it," Alex urged.

Fox switched it to another station.  Classical music was on.  It was
an opera, one of Alex's favorites, Bizet's Carmen.

"Leave it on that."

"I think we need mood music."

"Like what?"

"I don't know.  How about Polka?  Get it?  Polka dots?"

Alex leaned up and settled on his arms.  "I'll bean you if you do."

Fox knew the threat was empty.  They hadn't hit each other once
since living together and he planned on keeping it that way.  He
switched the knob again to the modern rock station.

"What the hell is that?" John grumbled.

"Garbage," Alex replied.  

"Yeah I know it is, but what's the band?"

Alex made a face and stuck out his tongue.  Garbage was one of his
favorite alternative bands.

"Don't stick that out unless you're going to use it," John growled
playfully.

Alex smirked and slid his tongue over his pouting lips.

Fox shook his head and changed stations again, this time to jazz.

"Much better," Alex purred.  He lay back down and Walter pounced
on him again.  He flipped open the bottle of lube.

Fox knelt beside John with his own bottle.  He nodded in the 
direction of the game.  Want to play again?"

"Why don't we just tell each other where to put everything?" Alex
suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Walter replied.  He began to apply a handful
of the slippery lube to Alex's ass.  "I'll put my fingers right up in
here."  He nipped playfully at Alex's neck as his fingers slid inside
the tight hole.

"More please," he whispered.

Walter bit into the soft skin at the nape of his neck gently and 
nibbled until he reached his ear.  Then he tugged at the lobe with
his teeth and suckled it until Alex shivered. 

"Harder," he murmured and wiggled his ass.  

Walter slid another finger inside and searched until he found his
prostate.  Alex jerked and moaned.  He slipped his tongue into
his ear.

Alex turned on his side so that Walter was behind him, still 
fingering him and kissing his neck.  He could also watch John and
Fox, who were similarly engaged.

Fox was a bottom hog when he wasn't playing at being a dom.  He
especially liked that role with Alex.  It didn't quite work out on
Walter or even John.  Alex liked games and he was quite playful,
unlike Walter, who took his sex seriously or John, who was reluctant
to try anything other than vanilla sex but he was starting to get 
into the spirit of things with their help.  He certainly was a good
learner and although shy, he enjoyed the lessons.  

Alex liked being on the bottom most of the time, as did Fox, and
while he liked being dominated by Fox, he occasionally liked to be
on top of his former foe but they never let their former enmity color
their sex lives.

He crawled over to Fox and John who were earnestly making out.
Walter followed him, his hand still working at his ass.  Alex 
crept up behind Fox and began to help John fondle their lover. 
Fox expressed his delighted surprise but kept on chewing on John's
nipples.  Alex was amazed that the man had anything on his chest
left to chew on.  Those two were animals.  When you got John going
he was nearly more alpha male than Walter was.

Alex brought his hand up for Walter to squeeze some lube into it.
He applied the slippery gel to Fox's ass, gently applying it inside
him with his nimble fingers until he was thoroughly lubed.  Fox
made little panting, moaning noises as Alex let two fingers pump
into his ass.  They worked the ring of muscle until it loosened 
enough for him to enter without causing undue pain.  He didn't
realize he was mirroring Walter's actions.

He slid into Fox in the same moment as Walter poked at his opening.
Twin moans filled the air.  Walter began a gentle thrust that had
Alex fucking Fox in turn.  John was turned on by all the noises and
screwing and since he still wanted to be chewed on, turned around
in a sixty-nine position to face Fox's leaking cock.  Fox latched on
to John's cock like a dog with a bone.

The sounds of slurping and licking got Alex hotter than he already
was.  Closing his eyes to the sights of John and Fox sucking at
each other didn't help.  That damned noise was going to make him
come too soon.  He opened his eyes again.  Of course that grunting
noise coming deep from Walter's chest didn't make matters any better.
His hot breath tickled Alex's ear and the big hands clutched his 
thighs and pulled them apart.  He loved having his inner thighs
caressed and tickled and pushed apart in earnest love-making.

He doubled up his efforts in fucking Fox.  At least they had a chance
of coming at about the same time.  He could tell Walter was close and
Fox was making those little growling sounds around the mouthful
of John's cock.  He looked down at John where he suckled at Fox.
His cheeks hollowed out when he sucked and his tongue was busy
licking at the tender swollen head.  Alex moaned and closed his
eyes again.  He licked at Fox's ear then down his neck to latch onto
his throat.  He proved to be a good biter too.

So good in fact that the sensations of being fucked, sucked, bitten
and licked had Fox howling as he let go of John's cock which slapped
his throat and coming loudly.  With a moan, Alex came inside of
Fox and Walter followed suit.  That boy's ass was tight.  It
certainly helped that he worked that muscle so frequently.  John
swallowed every single drop of Fox's salty semen but was left
twisting in the wind, as it were.  

But John was a patient man.  He waited until the three men collapsed
around each other, panting and moaning and crawling closer for 
warmth, had finished shuddering with the intensity of their orgasms.
He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head as if he didn't
have a care in the world.  

He waited until they noticed that he wasn't similarly exhausted and
breathing hard.  They looked at each other for a moment guiltily.
Fox hadn't followed through with his own blowjob and Alex hadn't
really made use of his tongue yet.  They smiled at each other 
and pounced.  Alex took his cock and Fox his balls, which left
Walter with a tight ass to plow.   It was good to be patient, he
thought, as Walter rammed into him at a slow, steady pace and
Alex and Fox seemed to be competing with each other over who gave
the best blowjobs.

Hopefully the weather wouldn't let up.



### The End ###