Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning

A Moment of Forever
By
Kris Kristofferson


Was it wonderful for you?
Was it holy as it was for me?
Did you feel the hand of destiny
That was guiding us together?

You were young enough to dream
I was old enough to learn something new
I’m so glad I got to dance with you
For a moment of forever

Sometimes when you’re cryin’, you’re happy
Sometimes you’re just cryin’
I know. I know.

Come whatever happens now
Ain’t it nice to know that dreams still come true
I’m so glad that I was close to you
For a moment of forever.







Chapter 7




A Moment of Forever



Sean felt like he had accidentally fallen onto some small patch of heaven that had slipped from on high and drifted gently like a large, soft, snow-white feather onto his bed. He lay on his back, one arm around Jean, one arm around Billy. Their two heads rested on each of his shoulders. Their two small hands, fingers laced together, lay on his chest. They were resting up a bit after that last little eye-opener of a lovemaking session. It had been wonderful for Sean so far. Billy had literally taken him by surprise. He hadn’t known Billy could be so willing to experiment until the last few days, and even then he’d half-thought that Billy was only joking about something physical happening between himself and Sean. After all, Billy was famous for fucking with people’s heads.

Sean had mentally toyed with the idea since he had first noticed the uncanny resemblance between Jean and Billy, but he’d figured it would never go beyond just thinking about it. Neither man was known to have an appetite for other men. While it was true Sean and Billy had discussed having a threesome, they hadn’t really thought of it in terms of going anywhere more than just sharing a woman. Billy had teased Sean about kissing, but Sean had thought it was no more than that, just teasing. It seemed the little Scotsman was full of surprises.

As for Jean, the action between the men had set her on fire. Sean had heard a good many women were turned on by two men the same way men were turned on by two women, but somewhere in the back of his mind he had simply not bought it. Now it seemed he would have to rethink his position on the matter.

Lying here in his bed on his back now, arms full of flesh, he found rethinking such a thing to be delightfully easy to do. ‘Sean, you lucky bastard,’ he thought, ‘just how much better than this can it get? Oh, but you'd like to find out, wouldn't you? Yeah, you would. Guess that makes me a greedy son-of-a-bitch. A selfish, greedy son-of-a-bitch. A very lucky, selfish, greedy son-of-a-bitch. And not a bit sorry for it, either!’ He softly laughed to himself.

“You know what we need?” Billy said, looking from Jean to Sean and back again to Jean.

“Sure do!” Sean chuckled.

Billy laughed. “Besides more sex, Sean. I meant besides that.”

“What do we need, then?” said Sean. He noticed that both he and Jean had their full attention on Billy now.

“A day stretcher,” Billy replied. “The hours are running away much too fast. I want to stay in bed for a week!” Billy sighed. He unlaced his fingers from Jean’s fingers, leaned over Sean’s chest and gave her a soft, affectionate kiss. Jean kissed Billy back, curling her fingers through the spikey fair hair just above Billy’s ears.

Sean was enchanted yet again by the pair, thinking once more that they looked like something out of a fantasy. And really, weren’t they? Watching them kiss, he felt himself slip into a moment of forever and he knew then this was a sweet memory he would take to the grave.

“Then we’d better make the most of our time, you two.” Jean smiled. “I want more. I want more of both of you. More of the two of you together, too. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. If men ever catch on to how hot it makes a woman to watch two men together, men will start fucking each other half to death.” She let her hand fall from Billy’s hair to Sean’s chest and traced a trail to one nipple, letting the pad of her finger describe tiny circles on the hardened nub of flesh. Sean gave a hissing intake of breath. Billy chuckled.

“Jean, do you know,” Billy smiled wickedly, “I think Sean has us right where we want him.”

“I think you’re right, Bro’.” Jean grinned an equally wicked grin. She placed one hand on the back of Billy’s head and guided him to one of Sean’s nipples while she took the other. Sean gave a slow, shuddering exhale, tightening his arms around them. They looked so similar, but they felt quite different. Jean was soft and curvy as only a woman can be. Billy’s body was whip-chord hard, beautifully masculine, yet so desirable, just as Jean was. The pair kissed their way across his chest in a damp, tingling, hungry little dance until their mouths met in the middle of Sean’s chest. Their hands drifted down Sean’s chest and belly, met at his crotch, circled his cock with their fingers as they kissed.

Jean squirmed away and crept between Sean’s thighs and let Billy guide Sean’s cock into her mouth. She swallowed his cock, then pulled away, looking up at the two men. “You know, Sean,” she said, “Billy did a pretty good number on you. You might want to return the favor.”

“Yeah,” Sean said, “I just might. But before I do I want to ask Billy a few things.”

Billy met Sean’s eyes. They burned their way into Billy’s own eyes, and for a dizzying moment Billy felt like a butterfly in a spider’s web. He found he couldn’t break away.

“How long?” Sean said. He could tell Billy knew exactly what he meant.

“A long time, Sean. A very long time. When I found out you were in this project, I got so excited.” Billy gave him a shy, sheepish smile. “I’ve thought for a long time about what a good actor you are. I couldn’t wait to meet you.”

“Really?” Now Sean gave Billy a warm smile. The opalescent eyes twinkled, but Billy was still caught in them. “I’ll take that as a compliment, a very good one. So, then, did you want me before you met me?”

“Well, no,” Billy grinned. He blushed a bit and Sean found himself grinning at Billy’s charm. “It wasn’t until I met you. I remember thinking that you look handsomer in person than on screen. And that you have a kind of appeal that comes across in person even more than on screen. I didn’t really think about it too much, though, until we started working together. I was so nervous. First big break and all that. You were so nice to me. You didn’t have to be, and a lot of established actors wouldn’t have been so nice. I’m not really sure, though, when I started having…well, feelings.”

“You know, I believe you.” Sean encouraged. “I had a sense that you didn’t really know what you were feeling.”

“You could tell?” Billy asked, wide-eyed. “Oh, Christ, then everybody else probably saw it, too.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Not that it matters if they did.” Sean smiled warmly and Billy felt himself relaxing into the smile. “But you didn’t really think about it much until Jean needed someone to look after her and I volunteered, did you?”

“Okay, this is just scary,” Billy said, “How did you know?”

“Well, the fact that you volunteered to stay here with Jean and me was the first clue. I know you knew I didn’t have a spare bedroom. Which means you knew you’d have to sleep in my bedroom, with me. But even then, you didn’t think about it too much, did you? It was just there in the back of your mind, and you were happy to leave it alone if it would leave you alone. Right?”

“Jesus, Sean, how long have you been reading minds?” Billy was unable to look away. Sean felt him tremble just a little.

“And then you starting wanting Jean, and you knew I wanted her, too.” Sean said gently.

“Yeah…I did…and I knew you wanted to watch the two of us, and one thought sort of led to another and…and…”

“And you didn’t think you’d actually wind up doing anything with me, did you?”

“No, I didn’t, I thought it would just be, well, you know…”

“Yeah, I know,” Sean said. “But I did think of it. I thought of it a lot. At first I just thought about watching the two of you, and then somehow I just started thinking about having you, too. And on some level, I think you knew that. True?”

“Yeah,” said Billy. “At least I hoped you wanted it. But I didn’t think it would be me that made the first move.”

“But you did. And you did a damned good job of it, too.” Sean grinned at Billy’s deepening blush. “Which brings us to here and now. Which means I want to get your little ass up here so I can do what I please. Now.”

Billy’s shy smile spread wide now, and he finally tore his eyes away from Sean’s eyes and eased into a position where Sean could comfortably ‘do as he pleased.’

Sean took Billy’s cock in his hand and gave it a squeeze, then guided it to his mouth. Billy’s hand crept into Sean’s hair. “Oh, Christ, Sean, that feels so fucking good.”

Jean had been watching them as she sucked Sean’s cock, and she felt Sean respond to Billy in her own mouth. Apparently Sean liked eating Billy as much as she did. She pulled away and said “Sean is going to love how you taste, Billy. I love how you taste. I can’t wait to see you come. I can’t wait to see Sean when you come. He’s going to love it.” She moved from between Sean’s thighs and straddled him, reaching behind her to guide him into her cunt. She leaned forward, tangled her fingers into Sean’s hair with one hand, rested the other on Billy’s lower back and kissed her way across Sean’s cheek to his mouth, letting her tongue slip into his mouth to join Sean’s tongue in a teasing dance around Billy’s cock. She loved how the two men tasted different, how they felt different in her mouth. She rocked herself on Sean’s cock as she shared Billy with him, thinking she could never get enough of them. They were good, each of them; together they were the single most erotic experience of her life. They made her feel something inside she had never felt for Jack and especially for Jack and Joe together.

These two, Sean and Billy, were so different. They didn’t just take, not Billy and Sean, they gave. They demanded much, but they gave much in kind. They were so filled with life and passion that it seemed they couldn’t contain it all, they overflowed with it, and because they gave so much, none of the three could leave this bed unsatisfied. And the odd thing about that to all three was that their fulfillment would leave them knowing there was more.

Jean loved the way their voices blended in tones that sounded almost magical together. Sean’s rich baritone blended with Billy’s lighter tones, the sounds buzzed in her head like an addictive drug, and her hungry body and mouth couldn’t get enough of them. Billy’s fingers laced into her hair as she nibbled the length of his cock down to the base and back up. There Sean met her mouth with his and when she took the cap of Billy’s cock in her mouth she tasted the clear fluid that signaled an orgasm was building up. She felt Billy’s fingers tighten in her hair, as did Sean, and Billy did just as Sean had done, dipping his cock first into one mouth and then the next. Her hand met Sean’s on Billy’s lower back and the two pulled him closer to their mouths as Jean increased the tempo of her rocking. She forced herself to hold off coming, knowing Billy was so close. It was nearly a form of self-torment. She had begun to groan against the hard flesh, and Sean joined her. She could tell he was now holding off, too, and when Billy finally let go and came in their mouths Jean felt Sean’s cock give a fierce throb inside her. She felt his come hot and slick inside her clenching cunt as she and Sean swallowed every drop Billy had to give.

Billy’s come had a wonderful taste, more sweet than salty, and Jean and Sean swished it around each other’s mouths with their tongues fiercely whipping around the head of Billy’s cock until, with a sharp gasp, Billy just sort of melted back onto the mattress.

Afterwards the three collapsed like puppies in a pen. They touched each other softly, yet not selfishly or in any way grasping. To Jean, it felt heavenly. Nothing possessive, yet their affectionate touches and caresses nonetheless marked each of the triad. It wasn’t love, exactly, but it was damn near like it, maybe something even as strong as love. It was as though they had formed their own little tribe, like they had planted a seed that would grow into something almost familial, a wolf pack numbering three.


The three drifted off to sleep, one touching the other two as if forming a kind of sacred circle in a moment of forever.