Ben came back from putting Demora to bed to find that Hikaru and Pasha had already started on the rum Pasha had brought with him as a guest present. “Oh, what a pretty picture,” he purred at the two of them. Hikaru wore a blood red tunic with gold threads shot through, over velvety brown pants. Pasha wore a fuzzy sapphire sweater and a kelly green skirt. “Buddy, get me a drink.” He smiled at Hikaru and sat in the arm chair at an angle from where Pasha was sitting and Hikaru was perched on an arm.
“Pretty picture?” asked Pasha.
Hikaru handed Ben his rum neat, then pulled out a cushion to sit at Ben’s feet. Ben ran his hand through his boy’s hair and sipped the rum, which was fruity and sweet, with a bitter undercurrent. “I like pretty young men. That’s why I grabbed Hikaru out of a bar when he was younger than you are now. And I think you’re very attractive. So, the two of you together on my couch,” he shrugged. “A pretty picture.”
Pasha blinked several times rapidly, then threw back his remaining rum and poured himself a second, generous serving. “I don’t know what to think: Sulu’s husband hits on me in front of Sulu?”
Hikaru spoke up from the floor, “He likes you. I like him to be happy. If you would like to have sex with him, or with us, it would make me and Ben happy. And if you don’t want to, we can,” he shrugged, “play durotta, or dip chocolate pretzels, or call it a night.”
Ben pet Hikaru’s head and leaned down a little to say, “Good boy.” Hikaru tilted his head up and Ben kissed him, a hand on his jaw, made it a little showy for Pasha.
Pasha drank half of his rum, then nodded slowly. “I think…I think sounds very hot, but…”
Ben leaned forward. “You can say, ‘Not now’ instead of ‘no’, and come back later, if that’s what you want.” He tapped Hikaru’s shoulder to let him up, then came over to sit by Pasha on the couch. “When I asked you to come over so we could become friends, that wasn’t a trick.” Much of a trick, his conscience clarified. “I do lots of things with my friends.” Ben put a hand on Pasha’s, drew his other hand over Pasha’s knee. “With some of them, we have sex. You can be that kind of friend, or you can—,”
“But Hikaru’s not your friend,” interrupted Pasha. Then he blushed, but continued, “I mean, he’s your husband, but he’s your,” he made a downward motion with his rum glass, “too, da? You’re his…” Pasha shrugged, obviously groping for the appropriate Standard words.
“Daddy. I’m his daddy and he’s my boy.” Ben leaned forward a little bit, put an arm around Pasha. “He trusts me do what I want to him in bed, and what I want is to make sure he feels good.”
“Sometimes by hurting me,” said Hikaru. He knelt up on his cushion, pulled up his shirt, exposed his torso.
Ben said, “Come over, so he can see you.”
Hikaru pulled his shirt off completely and held it in one hand as he stood in front of them. Ben took Pasha’s hand and touched it to Hikaru’s torso. “Here, I scratched him very hard. Here and here, I bit him to draw blood. Here I dug my nails in to leave marks.” Hikaru shivered under the touch of their fingers, swayed forward just a little bit. “If you want to, you can press harder on those bruises and scratches. He’ll like it.” Ben pulled his hand away to see what Pasha would do.
Pasha kept touching, but softly, from what Ben could see. “You want this from me? I don’t…,” Pasha trailed off, sounding fascinated and unsure at the same time. The look on his face was a little bit dreamy, like he could see the future in the marks on Hikaru’s body.
“I want to make you feel good. I want to fuck your face and your ass. What do you want?”
Pasha dropped his hand and turned bright red, pulled his arms tight around his body. “I don’t, I don’t think I want to hurt, like Hikaru. Sorry. And sorry, I don’t know if I like in my ass. I never…,” he hugged himself tighter and shook his head.
Oh, thought Ben. Could he really be? This time, instead of moving closer to Pasha, he pulled the smaller man onto his lap. He could feel Pasha trembling a little underneath his fingers. “You never had anal sex? Or you never had sex with anyone at all?”
Pasha shrugged, and nodded, and leaned his head on Ben’s shoulder. “I’m a virgin. I was so young at the Academy, and everyone on the Enterprise thinks of me as baby whizkid. Never convince anyone to take me home at a port, so, virgin.”
Ben leaned the two of them back along the couch. “Well, Daddy’s here, and your in his and Hikaru’s house, so you don’t have to be a virgin if you don’t want.” He lifted Pasha’s head off his shoulder, lifted Pasha’s chin with two fingers, and then Ben kissed Pasha, gently pressing lips to lips, breathing in the scent of the rum and the coconut curry that was dinner. He licked at Pasha’s mouth until Pasha opened up for him, then slipped his tongue inside, just to taste the boy a little bit.
Pasha made a soft, high sound in the pack of his throat and leaned further into Ben, clutched at his shoulders. He spoke softly into Ben’s mouth, then pulled back a little bit. “I want to suck you, and I want,” he swallowed and looked down, where Hikaru had moved, once again kneeling at Ben’s feet, “to hurt him.” He looked back up at Ben through his eyelashes. “Can I, Daddy? Please.”
“Oh, baby. Yes, yes, I think you can.” Ben looked down at Hikaru, put a hand on the back of his neck. “Are you going to be a good boy for Pavel Andreyevitch, like you’re a good boy for me?”
Hikaru put his head on Ben’s knee and said, “Yes, Daddy. Please. I want this. I want you both.”