Page 18 of The Elves and the Shoemaker (The GriMM Tales #4)

Thirteen

Henrik

J

ohan and Elias were still deep in sleep when Henrik woke up with his head resting on Johan’s chest, a large arm wrapped around him. Elias was mirroring him on the shoemaker’s other side, only he appeared to have his leg hiked up over Johan’s thigh.

Henrik dared not move a muscle because he was incredibly conscious of his own hardness pressing against Johan’s hip, and he hoped it would go down before they woke up.

Elias and Henrik had both agreed on coming upstairs last night in search of warmth; the cold had made their bones rattle in a way neither of them had felt since captivity, and Henrik had known that Johan wouldn’t mind their intrusion.

However, climbing into Johan’s bed and settling on either side of him had been entirely Elias’ idea.

Henrik had been certain at first that his and Elias’ attempts at courting Johan would have been obvious to the man.

I mean, they had made fine clothes and shoes, Elias had trimmed his beard and hair, and yesterday, Henrik had massaged Johan’s hands after several hours of making shoes in the workshop.

But then it occurred to Henrik that Johan wasn’t an elf, and maybe he was unfamiliar with their traditional courting rituals and possibly only thought they were being unusually generous.

Elias was undeterred when Henrik had pointed this out, deciding then that an escalation was required; only Henrik hadn’t realised that would entail the two of them climbing into bed with Johan and essentially trapping him until he cuddled them all night long.

Not that Henrik was complaining. Henrik was more comfortable than he could ever remember being with a large arm keeping him close and a big warm body to press up against. The fact that he got all of that with the view of his beautiful lover’s soft, parted pink lips as he gently exhaled in sleep was the icing on the cake.

Henrik watched as Elias’ pale-white lashes began to flutter until he blinked owlishly, sleepy amber eyes peeking through. Elias glanced up at a sleeping Johan, and his lips twitched into a contented, if a little smug, smile.

I told you, he mouthed at Henrik, who rolled his eyes in return.

The blanket still covered them from the waist down, but Elias lifted it slightly, peering underneath until his eyes widened and he licked his lips.

“What?” Henrik said, barely a whisper.

“Look,” Elias replied just as quietly.

Henrik lifted his head slightly to see what Elias was staring at, and his face immediately went red at the sight.

Johan’s nightshirt had ridden up his hairy stomach, and his trousers were slung low. His morning stiffness appeared to be trying to escape the confines of his nightclothes because Henrik could very clearly see the swollen pink head of Johan’s cock poking out of the waistband.

Henrik gulped and found his own length hardening to steel at the sight.

A pink flush travelled down Elias’ neck and chest, the telltale sign of his lover’s own arousal, and Henrik’s skin felt like it might actually be on fire.

A small cough startled them both, and they stared up at a now-awake Johan, whose gaze was flicking frantically back and forth between the two of them until he saw where the blanket was lifted and presumably the sight of his own swollen tip looking back at him.

The three of them just sort of froze in place, not moving a muscle until Henrik couldn’t bear the silence anymore. “We’re… sorry for looking,” he mumbled like that made the situation any less awkward.

“Here, I’ll help,” Elias said, reaching for Johan’s waistband and pulling it up to cover him.

Only, it became clear that the waistband had been trapping Johan’s erection, and it was now tenting his trousers in a way that really displayed every inch of his impressive length.

Henrik couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off it.

Johan groaned and lifted his arms that had been wrapped around the elves up to cover his face with his hands. Henrik really didn’t like embarrassing Johan, but it was like he was trapped in a maze and wasn’t sure how they could all find their way out unscathed.

“It’s okay,” Elias insisted. “Look, it’s completely normal. See?” Elias then knelt beside Johan and tugged his hand from his face so he could see where Elias was equally hard.

Henrik was fairly certain he’d entered into one of his more absurd erotic dreams involving the three of them.

“I bet Rik is just as stiff,” Elias added unhelpfully. “There’s rarely a morning I don’t wake up with his cock prodding me in the back.”

This time it was Henrik’s turn to groan. What had gotten into Elias today? They were supposed to be wooing Johan, not frightening him off with their morning erections.

“Johan?” Henrik croaked. Johan peered at him between the gaps of his fingers, and Henrik blew out a breath. “Would you like us to leave your bed?”

Elias made a noise of protest but quietened when Henrik gave him a stern look.

Johan shook his head but was still hiding his face.

“Does it bother you, when we’re… like this?” Henrik nudged his hips forward slightly into Johan’s hip to explain what “this” was.

Johan slowly shook his head again and swallowed.

“We could help. If you wanted?” Elias suggested.

“Help?” Johan rasped.

“We could touch you. Make you feel good.” Elias’ voice was breathy, and his eyes were hooded with lust.

Henrik was certain the same words from his own lips would sound stilted and silly, but from Elias they were a warm, inviting promise.

Johan whimpered but dropped his hand to peek at Elias.

There could be no doubt as to what they were asking permission for. “Touch you here.” Henrik pressed his palm over Johan’s cock and dared to leave it there. “Is this okay?”

Johan nodded and Henrik pressed down a little firmer, gently rubbing him through his nightclothes until the larger man whimpered.

Elias, the impatient little elf that he was, batted Henrik’s hands out of the way so he could tug down Johan’s trousers and free him.

Henrik had always found Elias’ cock to be quite beautiful, it was long and slender like he was. Johan’s cock wasn’t beautiful, it was mouth-watering. It was slightly thicker at the base, and a prominent vein ran along the shaft, leading to a swollen red tip that Henrik wanted desperately to taste.

“Wow,” Elias said, echoing Henrik’s thoughts.

As Henrik began to stroke him, Elias reached down and tugged gently on Johan’s balls. Johan moaned so loudly that he bit down on his own hand to stifle it.

“You don’t need to be quiet, Johan. You should hear Eli when I stroke him. Back in the mill, I had to cover his mouth with my hand to keep him quiet,” Henrik explained.

“I… I have,” Johan said. “And… and you,” he added.

Henrik couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He and Elias had thought they were being quiet when they’d lain together this way, but evidently not.

“Did you ever… touch yourself when you could hear us?” Elias asked even as he continued to play with Johan’s sack.

Johan groaned and covered his face with his hands again, which was all the admission they required.

“The thought of you up here stroking yourself while you listened to us makes me ache.” Elias practically panted and pressed a palm down on his own erection. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

“Yes,” Johan whispered.

Elias didn’t hesitate, shuffling down so he was practically straddling Johan’s leg before he wrapped those perfect pink lips around the tip as Henrik continued to stroke him.

Elias moaned and then turned to face Henrik.

“You have to taste him, Rik,” he said before kissing him.

Elias’ lips and tongue were salty and musky, and he was right, Henrik did need a taste.

Mirroring his lover, Henrik lay against Johan’s other leg and bobbed his head down at least half of Johan’s length and sucked him hard.

His mouth was so full, and he loved it. He loved watching as Eli ground down on Johan’s leg, chasing friction to make himself feel good as he pressed his tongue to Johan’s sack.

The two of them took it in turns, alternating between taking Johan’s hard length into their mouths and sucking and swirling their tongues around his balls in a way that made Johan buck his hips.

Henrik savoured every little sound that fell from Johan’s usually silent lips and hoarded them in his mind like a dragon who coveted gold. A thrill shot down Henrik’s spine at how the two of them were able to make the usually stoic shoemaker come undone.

Eventually, while Henrik had his lips wrapped tightly around the tip of Johan’s cock, Johan threaded his fingers through Henrik’s hair and held him there.

He didn’t apply any pressure, and Henrik could have pulled off if he wished.

It was Johan’s way of asking him to keep going, to stop teasing him and take him over the edge into release.

Elias reached out his hand and threaded it with Henrik’s as he rutted against Johan’s leg in a desperate rhythm. Without meaning to, Henrik’s own hips had begun to thrust, chasing the friction of Johan’s firm thigh against his length as he sucked and moaned around Johan’s delicious cock.

When Elias had finally run out of patience, he tugged down his shorts and stroked himself furiously until he erupted and his release shot all over Johan, some spurts even landing on Henrik’s hand, which he lapped up.

Evidently the sight of Elias letting go was Johan’s undoing because his cock swelled and pulsed until Henrik’s mouth was filled with Johan’s warm seed, and he gobbled it down greedily.

Johan and Elias were both panting from ecstasy but Henrik’s cock still ached painfully. Before he even had a chance to stroke himself, Elias tackled him to the mattress and crawled down his body. Suddenly Henrik’s night shorts were gone and his cock was engulfed in the warm heat of Elias’ mouth.

It was familiar and wonderful and Elias could play Henrik’s body like a fiddle. He took Henrik deeply, letting his cockhead hit the back of his throat before swallowing around him and tugging on his balls just roughly enough to hurt Henrik the way he loved.

Henrik knew he wouldn’t last long, and he was correct; it felt like Elias had only had his lips on him for less than a minute when his body began to shake and tremble. Henrik grunted and grabbed for Johan’s hand as he came, flooding his lover’s mouth with the evidence of his complete bliss.

Henrik went boneless as Elias rested his head on his thigh.

Johan’s other hand began to stroke the sweaty hair from his face like Henrik was his to cherish.

He wasn’t sure what this would all mean for the three of them, but right in that moment, Henrik was content with feeling whole and bone-deep happiness for possibly the first time in his entire life.