Page 31 of The Elves and the Shoemaker (The GriMM Tales #4)

Twenty-Four

Johan

J

ohan’s head was spinning from the events of the day. He’d been nothing short of elated to make amends and reconnect with Elias, but his elation was subdued now.

Elias caught him biting his fingernail and tugged Johan’s hand away from his mouth.

“There will always be something,” Elias said. “Life will always give you reasons to be scared or sad. It will try to break your spirit, Johan, but we have a choice. We get to choose to live, choose to be happy in spite of it all. And we have so much to fight for now,” Elias said.

Johan tugged the elf down onto his lap and pressed his head to Elias’ shoulder, breathing against his soft, perfect skin.

“Tonight, we choose each other. Tonight, we show Rik what he means to us, and if we do it well enough”—Elias smirked—“he’ll hardly remember his own name, let alone have time to fret.”

Elias’ optimism was infectious. Johan knew it often drove Henrik mad, but he could see how they would so easily spiral into misery without it.

Taking Elias’ lead, Johan fetched some water from the barrel outside that collected rainwater. His well of magic now replenished, Elias held his hands over the full pail of water and heated it up a little.

Henrik waited for them on the bed, looking unusually shy and nervous, and the effect somehow left Johan feeling more confident.

He and Elias worked together to peel off all of their clothes, and they showered Henrik’s body with attention as they washed him.

After they were all cleaned, Johan licked, kissed, and bit every sensitive morsel of skin on Henrik’s body until he was panting.

Feeling bolder than usual, Johan manoeuvred Henrik onto all fours. The elf gasped when Johan swiped his tongue over Henrik’s hole, pulling noises from him that rarely spilled from the stoic elf who tried so hard to keep his feelings locked away.

Johan had discovered that he enjoyed doing this a lot. He loved the gasps of pleasure he could pull from Henrik and Elias by using his tongue in such a forbidden place.

“You are so beautiful, Rik. Especially when you let go. I want to paint a portrait of you like this,” Elias said reverently, all the while stroking Henrik’s length with a lightness that Johan imagined was torture.

Johan could see Henrik battling to stay in the moment. Unlike Elias, he never loved being the centre of attention, preferring to be the one making them feel good than to be their sole focus.

Henrik reached out for Elias, tugging him close and devouring his lips as a distraction. They were stunning like this, with their lips fused together.

Johan began to trail kisses along Henrik’s spine until he reached his neck and plucked up the courage to ask, “Would you… would you lie with me… as you do Elias?”

Henrik stiffened for a moment, and Johan worried that it was wrong of him to ask that of him. He was much larger than the elves, and maybe it was odd to want that? He didn’t know, and his stomach flooded with something awful. Something like shame .

“Like… you mean… What do you mean?”

“It… it… doesn’t matter. Forget I asked.” Johan was surprised he was still hard given the way all the blood in his body rushed to his burning cheeks.

“No. If… if you’re asking me to be inside you, then I want that. But is that what you are asking?”

Johan nodded but couldn’t make eye contact.

Henrik gulped. “You are sure?”

“Of course he is sure, look how hard he is.” Elias smirked, and Johan tried to cover his cock where the evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore, beads of precum already leaking from the tip.

Henrik licked his lips, nothing but desire in those intense amber eyes. “Okay… lie on your back, I think,” he instructed, and Johan was grateful to the elf for taking charge.

Johan kind of just wanted to lie back and be made to feel good, but maybe that was a bit selfish of him.

He lay in the centre of their bed completely naked and was surprised to find a lot of his nerves had sort of evaporated.

Henrik stared at Johan with such hunger that any doubts about whether Henrik really wanted to do this were nowhere to be found.

The first time Johan had seen Henrik take Elias this way, it had altered something in his brain. Elias had almost turned into this vessel of pleasure, nothing to think about aside from feeling good and allowing his lover to chase that same ecstasy inside him.

Johan wanted .

He’d envied Elias in that moment. It had planted a seed of desire in his mind, and he’d finally found the words to ask for it, trusting Henrik with his entire heart and body to take care of him through it.

“Eli, can you roll up the blanket?”

Henrik stroked gentle hands up and down Johan’s thighs lovingly while Elias did as he asked.

“Lift your hips,” Elias instructed before stuffing the rolled-up blanket under Johan. “Are you comfortable?”

Johan nodded.

“Can I use magic on you? It will make you kind of wet inside so that I don’t hurt you,” Henrik explained.

There was a pause as Johan momentarily recalled Elias’ hands on his face as he used magic to put Johan to sleep, but he pushed the memory away. They’d made amends. Neither of them would use magic against him again.

“Yes,” Johan replied.

Placing his hands on Johan’s hips, Henrik closed his eyes and concentrated until Johan began to feel a warm liquid in his passage.

“Oh... that feels… strange.” Johan blushed, but Henrik looked pleased that it’d worked.

“I’ve never done that for someone else before.”

“You will be very glad of it.” Elias chuckled as he carded his slim fingers through Johan’s hair in a way that made Johan feel cherished.

Rubbing his finger over Johan’s hole until some of the liquid leaked out, Henrik massaged it over his rim. It felt nice—tender and loving.

“When he pushes his finger in, try to push it out. It will help,” Elias explained.

Henrik pressed a slim digit inside, and Johan scrunched his face up unhappily. It didn’t feel like he imagined it would.

“Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”

“No… just… um… odd? Distract me?” He directed the latter question to Elias.

Elias grinned mischievously. “I would love to distract you. I could use my mouth on you?”

Johan shook his head and blushed again before he asked, “Can I… use my mouth… here.” He brushed a finger down Elias’ crease, and the elf’s eyes turned molten.

“Oh kjaere, that is no hardship.” Elias sort of wiggled on the spot in excitement before hooking a leg over Johan’s head and taking a seat on this throne.

Johan immediately began showering his hole with attention, and Elias moaned out, “Gods, yes!”

He loved the way Elias’ pucker would try to clench around his tongue. Loved squeezing his cheeks apart to delve in as far as he could.

With Elias to focus on, he found his mind less conscious of the slim finger penetrating him.

Once Henrik was able to slide one finger in and out with ease, he added a second, which actually felt a little better than one.

Henrik did something with his fingers then, changing the angle until he was rubbing a spot inside him repeatedly that had Johan trying to buck his hips. He could hardly breathe with his face smothered by Elias’ behind, but who needed to breathe anyway?

“Are you ready, Johan?” Henrik asked, his voice husky with desire.

Elias lifted slightly off Johan’s face, and he took a deep inhale.

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Would you like to be inside Elias while I’m inside you?”

Johan looked between both of them in surprise because he didn’t know that was something they could do.

“We are going to blow you away,” Elias said, grinning.

Johan nodded enthusiastically and that was all the encouragement Elias required before he scrambled to straddle Johan’s hips.

Elias closed his eyes, a brief look of concentration indicating his use of magic to lubricate himself and then he was reaching back to line up Johan’s cock with his hole.

Johan whimpered as Elias lowered himself, taking the larger man’s length with ease.

Johan could hardly believe it was only earlier that day he’d had Elias this way.

The sensation of the elf’s tight body wrapped around his cock was somehow already familiar and something Johan was certain would always take him by surprise.

When Elias was fully seated, he remained still and gave Henrik the opportunity to get into position.

The other elf kneeled in the space between Johan’s legs and caressed a hand down Elias’ back before gripping Johan’s thigh with one hand and using the other to push the head of his cock inside Johan’s entrance.

Johan liked it, the swollen tip of Henrik’s cock gave him the sensation of fullness without the discomfort of knuckles, and he knew then that he was going to enjoy this a lot.

“Is that okay?” Henrik checked in.

Johan nodded reflexively but found some words after all “Yes. Better than the fingers, I think… maybe I don’t like fingers,” Johan muttered before gasping as Elias suddenly rose up his shaft and bounced back down again, sending little bolts of lightning all through his body.

Henrik pushed all the way in, then, and he and Elias took it in turns, driving Johan wild as they alternated between Henrik thrusting in and out and Elias riding him.

Johan could hardly think. It was overwhelming. “I don’t—I can’t—Oh!” Johan clamped his hands on Elias’ hips, holding him down and stilling him with his eyes scrunched closed.

“Too much?” Elias asked, reaching out to massage Johan’s hairy chest and rubbing a thumb over a peaked nipple.

“I…” Johan nodded his head, then shook his head, then made a frustrated growling sound as he struggled to get his throat to form words.

Elias climbed off him and Johan’s cock slapped against his stomach aggressively. “Turn onto your side,” Elias instructed.

They rearranged themselves so that Johan faced Elias on his side, and they kissed until Johan was finally able to think again. Henrik slid in behind Johan, kissing the back of his neck and shoulder as his hand reached down to rub over Johan’s hole.

Johan moaned when Henrik replaced his fingers again with his cock and sank into him once more. It felt different this way, still amazing but slightly less intense.

“Can you use your hand?” Elias asked Johan. “Mine won’t fit around us both.”

Johan reached down and took them in hand, both of them moaning in relief when Johan tightened his grip.

As Johan worked them closer to release, Henrik continued to rock into Johan with a steady rhythm, stroking a hand down Johan’s flank before kissing his shoulder with such tenderness that Johan could have wept.

“You feel so good, Johan. I don’t ever want to leave your body.”

The praise did something to Johan. By letting Henrik in, emotionally and physically, he’d given his lover something he’d never given anyone, and Johan felt so many things at once that he couldn’t even name them all.

He turned his head, searching for Henrik’s lips.

It was a sloppy kiss, desperate and uncoordinated as their arousal was ramped up high, but he tried to tell Henrik in that moment how much he meant to him, how grateful he was for this gift, how thankful he was to have these two chaotic elves in his life.

“I’m close, so close,” Henrik muttered into Johan’s mouth, their breath mingling.

“Yes,” Johan whispered, barely audible, but Henrik sped up, losing himself in Johan with such abandon that if Johan were a smaller man, he’d have been shaken like a doll.

When Henrik finally found his release in Johan’s body, the warm liquid filled him up in a way he’d never been filled before and the image in his mind’s eye alone was enough to have him following Henrik into heaven.

Johan groaned loudly as his entire body tensed at once before going lax with relief, his cum spurting out of his hand and coating Elias’ already leaking cock.

“Yes, Gods, yes!” Elias grabbed for Johan’s face and fused their mouths together as he shook, his chest blushing pink and the tendons in his neck taut and bulging. Elias’ cum joined Johan’s, some shooting far enough to be tangled in the hair that covered Johan’s stomach.

When Henrik softened and slipped from Johan’s body, he winced, he didn’t like that part so much. Turning to face Henrik and kissing him hard was the perfect distraction, though.

Elias flopped onto his back and declared, “I am dead. I have been sexed to death. What a way to go.”

Johan and Henrik chuckled at their ridiculous lover before kissing each other some more.

“Was that okay?” Henrik asked.

Johan nodded. He opened his mouth and shut it again, repeating the motion but unable to get any words to leave him. Instead, he reached for Henrik’s hand and held it over his heart, trying to tell Henrik with his eyes what he wanted to say out loud.

“I—” The rest of his sentence got stuck, but Henrik looked at him like he’d heard the words anyway. Like they’d travelled from Johan’s mind into the elf’s and made a home there.

Johan’s heart pounded beneath the palm of Henrik’s hand.

“I love you, too,” Henrik whispered, and a tear tracked down Johan’s cheek.

How had he got so lucky as to find lovers who could hear him even when he couldn’t speak? Using his thumb, Henrik wiped the tear away. “So much, Johan. Both of you.” He smiled up at where Elias had appeared, resting his chin on Johan’s shoulder.

“I love you both, too,” Elias said.

They lay in a comfortable peaceful silence together for a while, luxuriating in the calm that followed all three of them finding what they needed in one another.

Eventually, though, Elias broke the silence. “You two sleep first, I’ll keep watch.”

Elias retrieved the pail of water and a cloth from next to the bed for them.

Once they were all a bit cleaner, Johan and Henrik curled up under the blanket.

Elias kissed them both on the forehead and whispered, “I would do anything for you both, I hope you know that,” before grabbing a blanket and taking a seat near the window with a thoughtful but determined look on his face that for some reason had a pit forming in Johan’s stomach.