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No doubt Luca thinks pure genius and a silver tongue can get you everywhere. It was a mindset he carried around since his childhood days, brimming with confidence, bent to conquer despite the countless hardships stacked up against him. He had worked away tirelessly, putting his scholarships and funds to good use by inventing, innovating and experimenting.
It was a few months ago when the last of his patrons left him with a politely worded letter expressing his blasé in Luca's creations. Sure, he admits that his creations had lacked a little pizzazz latterly but from empty pockets and a nagging roommate, Luca decided that he was tired, both emotionally and physically.
Headaches, they hurt, after a very botched experiment with electricity, adding to the sinking feeling Luca perceives every time he holds up a letter with long lists of his unpaid bills that don't go unnoticed by his roommate's sharp eyes. Medication doesn't work, his nightmares won't stop either.
"Get out of my working space, you-" A small boom and a bright chuckle, Luca poked his soot-covered face out of Tracy Reznik's room, an equally dark and cheery face above him.
"Chill, short stuff," Luca cooed, "William will not like your angry face."
"Actually, I do," William his statement with a cough, "Nice gizmo, Reznik. Creative."
"CREATIVE??" Tracy's screeches grew louder, her small arms wrestled Luca to the door with surprising strength, "It took me TWO MONTHS to develop the software for that and you BROKE IT! LUCA BALLSACK I WILL KILL YOU!!"
"Actually its 'Balsa', and also William had a hand in this." Luca protested weakly, arm grabbing his coat before being locked out of their shared apartment yet again.
"William gets no cuddles and you stand in the cold," Tracy said. "Go out for once," she barked, "Get some inspiration and create something. Don't meddle in my stuff."
"You need it," Tracy said quietly before closing the door shut.
Figures how Tracy is the one true friend Luca has.
The rush of cold air that surrounded Luca was enough to make him wince and pull his hands closer to himself. He wanted to escape his problems tonight. What better way than to drown yourself in alcohol?
Walking into the dimly lit bar, Luca was thankful for the lack of people and smoke in the air. He needed the quiet. If it was another thing Luca couldn't stand, it was the obnoxious scent of burnt cigarette fumes. A waste of money, Luca perceives them as, equally damaging to your pocket along with your health.
Looking at the equally-dead eyes of the bartender, Luca would ask for five or six shots of hard liquor in a futile attempt to chase away his storm of incessant perturbation, but his wallet says otherwise, so he ordered the cheapest drink on the menu. Small thanks were muttered when the drink was placed in front of him not too long later.
Soft laughter caught his ear and Luca swivelled around to stare, his respect for other people's privacy chucked out of the window.
Soft golden orbs stared back at him. A smile flitted across the person's face, his cheeks flushed and blond locks seemed to be bathed in holy light beneath the dim lamp next to him. The man averted his eyes bashfully, giving Luca a small wave hello, his free arm tugging softly at the arm of the man beside him.
The man next to the pretty blond... Striking red eyes and white hair, a stark difference to Luca's raven locks. He raised his glass in a mock toast and took a slow sip of his drink, the man next to him following suit, both of their gazes captivating, charming Luca into taking a sip as well.
Luca's throat burned at the hurried gulp of the liquid in his glass. He had turned back and was yet again facing the sceptical bartender that judged the whole ordeal with a raised eyebrow. Luca ignored him. The two men behind him were both incredibly attractive it was making him nervous.
The alcohol did nothing but fuel his ever-racing heart and mind. It heightened his consciousness and anxiety, causing Luca to space out, shivering. His eyes were glazed over as his brain ran through multiple negative scenarios all at once at lightning speed, the chill of the glass in his palms that stung with prolonged contact numb and forgotten.
It was obvious they were together, Luca didn't even stand a chance. Beautiful people stick with beautiful people, they won't want a damaged person like him-
The soft flutter of paper drew his attention.
He opened it with confusion, his brain blanking at the beautiful calligraphy.
We're staying in a hotel a few blocks away.
The men were smiling behind him.
.
.
.
To say luxury unnerved him was an understatement. Sure the men weren't wearing anything noticeably extravagant, simple tops and trousers. Yet Luca felt like they were breaking and entering. The whole suite was lavish from it's sparkling chandeliers to soft rugs with intricate gold designs. In short, he felt terribly out of place.
"Are you sure we're not breaking and entering?" Luca managed to say, oblivious to the amused looks exchanged between the men behind him.
"Not at all," the albino said, voice soft, "Please do have a seat."
Soft scratching of pen on paper filled the pregnant silence.
I am Victor.
Victor's grin was huge as he brandished the notebook at Luca. The man looked adorable, despite being almost a head taller than Luca.
More scratching. He is Andrew.
"Mmm yes, I am Andrew." The albino was back, mugs of hot liquid balanced in his hands. He had a soft smile on his face as he bent down to place a chaste kiss on Victor's cheek. "Victor is mute," he said, answering Luca's unspoken question. The whole exchange was wholesome but it made Luca feel like he was intruding.
The mug warmed Luca's fingers as much as his cheeks that were burning beneath the two men's scrutiny. He took a sip to clear his mind. His bravado, his confidence and swag, all gone. Even his self-proclaimed silver-tongue was tied in knots.
Chamomile, Victor wrote, Our favourite and we were wondering if you liked it.
"Oh yes," Luca said, nearly struck dumb with shock. No one had ever asked if he liked or disliked something. "I like it very much. Thank you."
Victor hummed happily, red on his cheeks as he nudged Andrew, eyes not leaving Luca's, making the taller male shrink into himself in discomfort. "I am not asking," Andrew muttered, despite Victor's frowns and insistent prodding.
They were both in their own world, and it didn't help that they were both unearthly attractive. Luca was honestly feeling as if he was trespassing. He hurried to finish the last of his drink and stood up.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I will take my leave."
The slamming of a notebook on the table stopped him in his tracks. Victor looked at him wide-eyed, a furious blush on his cheeks as he gestured for Luca to pause whatever he was doing. He wrote away hastily on the notebook. Andrew looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to.
Don't leave!! Was what Victor had written.
The blond looked uncertainly at Andrew. Luca cocked an eyebrow. They were both holding a silent conversation with merely their eyes and Luca has to admit, despite the sudden sour feeling in his gut, that it was very impressive.
"Go on," Andrew said finally, leaving no room for discussion. He turned to Luca. "Hopefully you don't mind," he smiled softly.
Luca was confused. "Mind what-"
He was interrupted by a kiss. He could only blink in surprise before warm hands cup at his cheek shyly. Despite the shock, he kissed back, much to Victor's pleasant surprise that was evident with the curl of his lips against Luca's.
Luca tasted the chamomile he had drunk earlier, saccharine. Victor's lips were electrifying, confident, once he had Luca's approval, a stark difference from the timidity he had shown earlier. Victor's hands moved from the sides of Luca's face to the nape of his neck, pulling them closer. He bit at Luca's bottom lip, licking and sucking with fervour.
Luca had never experienced such physical contact before, not really knowing what to do but to sink into Victor's touch, letting the blond take the lead. He gasped at the little nips and bites Victor gave him, his legs shaking, straining to hold himself up to meet Victor's lips. It was electrifying, it was addicting, it was-
"Mmm, my turn."
Luca gasped for air as Victor let go, his head spinning. Andrew's gentle arms took hold of Luca in a strong grip, his vermilion orbs trailing over Luca's flushed face. "Pretty," Andrew said softly before capturing Luca's lips with his own. Luca's heart throbbed. No one has ever called him pretty, it doesn't suit him, but he accepted Andrew's compliment.
Luca pawed at Andrew's shirt weakly, letting his tongue be swirled into a dance. Luca's head swam, it was only a kiss but he felt overwhelmed. From Victor's soft strokes on his back to Andrew's fingers tight gripping at his thighs, Luca felt like he was on heaven.
Andrew's kisses were soft, like his hair, which Luca finds amazing to run his fingers through. With a strong sweep of the albino's arms, Luca felt the table edge against his back. Andrew was hunched over him and that was the moment when Luca realised how physically small he was compared to the two men in front of him. His eyes travelled to the blond beside Andrew and shivered as he felt Victor's heated eyes already on him.
Luca's eyes travelled down. A shiver ran up his spine. Victor was equally aroused as both him and Andrew.
"D-don't you think," Luca managed to laugh, "That fucking on top of the table is uncouth even if I agree that it is incredibly sexy."
Andrew huffed, a small smile on his lips.
Victor stepped forward to hoist Luca in his arms as if he weighed nothing. The blond gave Andrew a little kiss on the cheek before latching his lips on Luca's neck, his long legs bringing both of them to the direction which Luca assumed was the bedroom. Luca craned his neck, allowing Victor more access, feeling the man's chest rumble with quiet chuckles of amusement. Luca felt like a toy, but he loved being manhandled.
Strip, Luca saw Victor mouth and Luca obeyed, struggling his sweater off, trying not to meet Victor's gaze. Victor's orbs screamed hunger, they screamed predator, promising claws and teeth. Luca felt like he was being watched by a hawk with him being the meek little rabbit.
"Very unfair," Luca mumbled, "You are still clothed."
If there was another thing Luca found out tonight other than that he prefers males for romantic partners, it was his desperation for physical touch. He loved the feeling of skin against skin, the contact from Andrew and Victor's arms around him barely enough. He wanted more.
Luca's sweater was tossed aside, Victor looming over him with a smile that sent shivers up Luca's spine. The soft bedding was heaven but was ignored by Luca, who, despite being an atheist, thanked the gods when Victor finally removed all articles of clothing on his gorgeous lanky self. He only grinned when Victor tugged at his halfway-removed pants in impatience.
Hands spreading on Luca's hips, he lets Victor run his fingers along the hem of his underwear, nearly yelping in surprise when the garment was harshly yanked off him.
"Impatient," Luca breathed, lidded eyes staring up at Victor's in amusement.
Victor only gave him a smirk, his hands prying Luca's thighs open. Luca saw the silent command for him to stay in that exact position and obeyed, ignoring his embarrassment as Andrew eyed him from the room door, fully clothed and lips pursed. Luca wanted Andrew to join, but how would the sex work, he did not know, but he does know that the more the merrier.
A soft click. Cold fingers pressed into him.
Luca keened at the foreign feeling. There was a kind of slick liquid on Victor's fingers.
"Relax," Andrew said from the door. Luca nodded and winced, struggling to force his body to ease up. Victor only hummed in approval and pressed another soft kiss on Luca's cheek as if to praise him for doing a good job. Victor turned to Andrew with a smile, to which Andrew said, "Victor wants me to tell you that you are doing amazing."
Luca rolled his eyes, "Glad I don't disappoint." He felt warmth flooding at his chest at the simultaneous chuckles of amusement from the two men. He was glad he was doing a good job despite it being his first time.
Victor curled his fingers. Luca gasped and arched his back in response, his fingers gripping at Victor's biceps. He can feel his nails leaving indents on his skin, but Victor did not wince in pain. He only grinned wider.
Bastard, Luca wanted to seethe, but not from anger, no.
Victor's fingers hit a bundle of nerves and Luca groaned, very well aware of Andrew's eyes on him along with Victor's and he was determined to give them a show. "Victor," Luca said softly, "It-it feels good. More, please."
Andrew cleared his throat and Victor looked almost murderous, the blond's grip on him tightening. Luca grinned inwardly with triumph. He tried again. "Victor?" he asked, as meekly as he could.
Without warning, Victor thrust inside him. Luca's eyes were blown wide, strangled moans escaped his throat, growing louder at each thrust. Victor spread Luca's thighs wider, his eyes glazed but triumphant.
"A-ah!" Luca's moans were barely coherent. His arms were weak as they clung onto Victor, his back arching with every snap of Victor's hips.
Luca met Victor's gaze. You're close, aren't you? Victor's eyes seemed to say.
"Ver-very close," Luca managed to say, "Very- Ah!"
Pleasure crashes over him, shutting off any more thoughts as Luca’s body shudder with his orgasm. It was pure bliss, and his body went limp, barely registering Victor’s own orgasm as the other man stilled in his body with a sharp inhale. Victor peppered Luca's body with kisses, soft as a feather, before laying next to him, pulling him into an embrace. Luca nearly forgot Andrew's presence at the door, until the white-haired man covered both their bodies with a blanket.
Luca sunk into the warmth enveloping him. Tracy Reznik gives miraculous advice.