Snow

"Nah," Henry said, looking at him again, and his voice was playful, soft. Wanting. "What's your name?"

"Oh," Alec said, and his voice was pure honeyed poison. "I forgot to make introductions. That was stupid of me." He looked right at David and said, "I guess I forgot you were here." Then he put a hand on Henry's arm, stroking once, twice, and said, "That's David. You don't mind that he's here, do you?"

"Not at all," Henry said, still looking at him. "In fact, I think--"

"We all know what you think," Alec said, sharp laughter in his voice, and Henry looked back at Alec, grinned broad and shrugged, then leaned in toward Alec and said, "And if I remember right, you like how I think."

"Something like that," Alec said and kissed him. It was the first kiss David had ever seen and he watched, startled and confused and intrigued, saw Henry's smiling mouth open under Alec's, watched the brush and twist of their lips against each other's. It was pretty, tall blond Henry bending down toward short dark Alec, the two of them straining toward each other, kissing like they had to, like they couldn't stop. It hurt. His hands were cold. He'd left the lamp lit, burning strong, and Alec's tongue was a bright flash of red sliding into Henry's mouth. Henry moaned, pulled Alec closer. David folded his fingers into his palms. They were shaking. Alec's eyes were open, looking directly at him, his gaze hard and glinting.

Then he closed them and that's when David knew Alec wasn't going to stop. That this was something Alec wanted him to see.

It hurt, watching, but at the same time he couldn't look away, couldn't stop watching Alec's face, his mouth meshing with Henry's, their hands and bodies moving, flashes of skin and then more than that, Alec's head tossed back and Henry's mouth moving across his chest and then down, lower. Henry tossed him a smile as he backed Alec into a corner, a backwards glance and a sly tug of his mouth, and then he turned away, back to Alec. There was sound and movement, most of it blocked by Henry's shoulders, but David heard Alec moan, saw his hands on Henry's arms, heard him laugh lilting and say something, his voice no different than how it was when it was the two of them together. Henry sank to his knees and suddenly Alec was in view again, looking at him.

"I told you," he said, and he was smiling.

"I know," David said, because it was true, and Alec's smile faded, mouth working. Then he closed his eyes again and his hands fisted in Henry's hair, hips thrusting hard, deep. David wanted to be where Henry was. He wanted to be where Alec was. He watched and thought of Alec telling him that they were just now, that what they had wouldn't last, couldn't. He watched the red of Henry's mouth, the red of Alec's cock, how they moved in tandem. He was so cold he was shaking with it and the floor was slick underneath him, his feet sliding across it, drawing him to where Alec and Henry were. Henry's mouth was moving furiously and Alec shuddered once, twice. David was close enough to touch him now. He reached out and put a hand on Henry's head instead, curling his hair around his fingers. It was smooth and golden, soft.

Henry turned toward him, licking the corner of his mouth, a slow lewd slide. "Not so shy after all," he said, and his voice was silky, beautiful. David stared at his red mouth and didn't move.

"I should probably ask first," Henry said and grinned at him, easy and knowing, and then slid his hand across the front of David's pants. "But I don't want to give Alec a chance to get pissy."

"He wants this," David said as Henry's hands stroked, shaped. His skin was cold, painfully so, and he needed warmth, needed something, anything. This. He pushed his pants open. Henry's eyes flashed sharp and then filled with pure heat, eagerness, and David could feel the dark bitter part of himself waking, rising, wanting Henry to touch him. Wanting Alec to see it.

He looked at Alec then, saw him watching them, his expression impossible to read. It wasn't what he wanted to see, he wanted more, but then Henry's mouth was on him and David didn't care about anything, was sinking inside a place he'd never been.