Guests for the Night (Ros/GA, XO, ADULT/Slash, 1/1) COMPLETE

[magikhands]

Title: Guests for the Night
Author: magikhands
Rating: ADULT/Slash ~ X-Over GA ~ full of smut
Coupling: Max/Kyle/George
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell or Grey’s Anatomy. I just like to borrow the character for my naughty stories.
Summary: George meets Max and Kyle in a bar and offers them a place to stay for the night. He just never expected to be paid so well for his hospitality.
A/N: This is for my dear friend maxkyleshpr who had a dream one night. Sorry it took so long to get this finished.



“It’s a proven fact that my car is a female.” George said with a heavy sigh as he sat at the bar and looked at the bartender, who also happened to own the bar near the hospital he and his friends interned at.

“What makes you think that?”

George shook his head and lifted the bottle of beer the bartender set in front of him. “She’s being a bitch and not starting for me.” He sighed and took a long gulp of the beer allow its cool frothy texture slide down his throat. He’d just finished a thirty six hour shift and was exhausted but wasn’t quite ready to head home. He needed to unwind before hitting the bed.

The bartender laughed and continued placing clean glasses back in their spots.

George sat there for several minutes and enjoyed the taste of his beer. He forced the images of the previous hours from his head, ignoring the scent of blood and antiseptic that clung to his nose. When he had dreams of being a doctor, a surgeon, he knew it would be tough. That some days would be rough, but he never imagined that he would have trouble keeping the images of the people he helped and lost from flashing in his mind.

The door behind him opened bringing in a fresh rush of cold air into the heated bar reminding him that it was the middle of winter along with the reason his car wouldn’t start. Knowing that the entering customers weren’t not any of his friends, George didn’t bother to turn and look out at the snow slowly falling to the ground.

It wasn’t until two men joined him at the bar did he turn his head and take notice to the new patrons. The one who sat next to him was tall, his dark hair hung windblown over his ears and his bangs touching his eyebrows. His profile showed handsome masculine features. Next to him was a man shorter in height, probably closer to his own height. The second man had lighter hair swept back from his face. He looked to his companion and George caught a glimpse of deep blue eyes and a killer smile.

George turned back to his beer but continued watching them from his peripheral vision. They were both bundled under several layers of clothing but he sensed they would both have muscular, fit bodies. That thought sent a rush of blood to his groin. George ground his teeth and tried his best to ignore the response of his body.

The bartender made his way over to them and asked for their order. The dark haired man ordered a coke while the other ordered a beer… and one for George. Ok, the light haired man hadn’t said his name but he told the bartender to get their bar mate another beer.

“Are you sure?” The dark man quietly asked his companion who nodded and looked past him to George.

George turned to them. “Thank you but you don’t have to.” He tried to refuse them as politely as he could.

“I insist.” The second man said leaning over and looking past the man sitting next to George. “You look like you could really use it.”

George sighed knowing it was true. Thirty-six hours is a long time to be awake and he had the next twenty four to recoup before getting back into the grind of being a surgical intern.

“Thanks.” George gave a shy smile.

“I’m Kyle by the way and this is Max.”

“George.” He said as he held out his hand and shook both men’s hands. He noticed how young they looked. Maybe twenty but not much older than that. He wondered why they hadn’t been carded. “I haven’t seen you in here before. New to the area?”

“Just passing through.” Max answered taking a sip of the soda that was set before him.

“Yeah, but it appears as if we picked the wrong time of the year to pass through.” Kyle said with an irked expression.

“That’s only because you don’t like the cold Kyle.” Max grinned at him.

“And the way you huddled under a mound of blankets last night makes me believe you like it any better than I?” Kyle asked with a raised brow.

George felt another rush of blood in his groin as he watched the two men’s banter. He could tell that they had been together for quite some time with the easiness of their words and how neither was offended by the other’s tone or words. He watched the two handsome men and wondered just how close they were. Were they friends? Or something more?

Max turned his attention to George again. “We are working our way south to meet up with the rest of our family. Kyle here needed a break from them so I thought it best if we took the long way to our destination.”

Kyle humphed and took a drink of his beer. “Like they weren’t driving you nuts too.”

Max rolled his eyes but kept his attention on George. “So you are from around here?”

George nodded. “For the moment. I’m a surgeon intern at the hospital up the way.”

“Sounds interesting.” Max said. “I once thought of going into medicine, but decided it wouldn’t be the best for me.”

“Oh, really? So what did you decide on?”

“We decided to take a year off and do some traveling before deciding on the career that would rule our lives.” Kyle said looking around Max’s back so he could see George.

A shiver ran down his spine as the attention of those blue eyes were on him along with the intensity of the amber orbs. Both sets of eyes seemed to look right into his soul.

The three moved to a nearby table so that it would be easier to talk. For the next hour they talked about every thing from politics to sports. George looked at his watch and was amazed at how fast time had passed.

“Well, I’m going to go hail a cab and head home. It was nice meeting you two and good luck on your travels.” George started to rise.

“Our car is parked outside. We can give you a lift home. We need to find a hotel for the night.” Kyle suggested.

George paused. Their offer was tempting. He had enjoyed his time with them and felt reluctant to leave them but he knew that he needed to get some sleep if he expected to get through his next shift. But they were still strangers. Didn’t his mother teach him never to take rides from strangers?

“We swear we are not some psychotic serial killers.” Max said holding up his right hand.

“And I promise not to run the meter.” Kyle smiled.

George was finding it more and more difficult to ignore either man’s charms. They were handsome and friendly. But didn’t they say that about Jeffery Dauhmer? Against his better judgment George sighed and nodded. He said goodnight to the bartender and followed Kyle and Max out to their car. It was a new Ford Expedition. He was impressed and wondered briefly what kind of families they came from.

Kyle got in the backseat while Max took the driver’s seat. George got in beside Max. His pulse raced and pushed the erotic images that invaded his mind concerning these two men aside. He was never the gorgeous guy. He didn’t have smooth pick up moves like Alex. Instead he was more on the shy side when it came to intimacy, boldness never being his forte. He was the buddy to the girls. Hadn’t that how he ended up with two gorgeous female roommates? No, these two gods of beauty would never have any interest in good ol’ George.

George directed Max through the city until they reached Meredith’s house.

“This looks nice.” Kyle said looking up at the two-story house.

“Yeah, it belonged to Meredith’s mother. She was nice enough to let Izzy and me room with her. As interns the pay sucks.”

“I’m sure.” Max said looking at the house. “Any recommendations for nearby hotels?”

George hesitated. His conscious that sounded a lot like his mother screamed at him to tell them about the hotel just four blocks away but something deeper wouldn’t let the words come out.

“My roommates won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. You can stay here. It will save you a few bucks.”

The words came out before he could stop them. Save them a few bucks? Max had taken care of the tab as if it was nothing and they had a new vehicle. Both were wearing name-brand clothing and everything about their appearance showed that they had plenty of money for food and board.

“Are you sure about this George?” Kyle asked eyeing him.

George shifted in his seat suddenly uncomfortable. No he wasn’t sure about this but what the hell. He trusted his instincts and they didn’t tell him that they were some maniac killers.

“Yeah. Come on.” He said getting out of the vehicle before he could change his mind. He could let them have his room and he’ll just crash in Izzy’s room. George got to the steps and paused, looking back at them. They seemed to be having a discussion but then Kyle got out with a small bag in hand. He watched as Max ran a hand through his hair before getting out and following Kyle up the walk.

George felt a shiver run down his spine again as the two men came closer along with his cock twitch. He bit back a groan and turned away hoping that he wouldn’t regret his decision and knowing that he’d get little sleep with those two hunks under his roof.

He opened the door and stepped in letting Kyle then Max enter. George closed the door and as soon as the door clicked shut Max turned and slammed George against the wall. The breath was knocked from him as Max’s body pressed against him pinning him to the wall. Fear pierced through him but only for a moment because Max’s lips lowered and captured George’s. He resisted the kiss a second before his brain clicked and allowed his body to melt into the one holding him.

He was shocked by Max’s action. Not once had Max or Kyle shown any romantic interest in him during the time they spent together. Of course George had not announced that he was a bi-sexual man either, nor had he announced his attraction to his two new acquaintances.

George opened his mouth fully to Max, sighing as the man’s scent and taste invaded his senses. His entire body relaxed, his balled fists loosened and found their way to Max’s head to thread through its darkness. It was just as soft and thick as it looked. George moaned into Max’s mouth.

Surely he was dreaming. Yes, this has got to be a dream George surmised. Why else would this gorgeous man be groping him? He shifted as he felt Max’s hands slide from his shoulders down his arms until one hand cupped him. George shivered and knew this was no dream.

George groaned again as Max slowly pulled away, almost reluctantly. “Your room?” Max’s voice was thick and low. It took George several seconds to realize that he’d spoken.

“Uh…” He stumbled over his words. “Yeah, it’s…” He cleared his throat. “Upstairs. Last room on the left.” He finally forced out.

Max gave him a lopsided smile before turning and heading upstairs. Before George could regain his senses and ask any questions Kyle moved and had replaced Max. Kyle, being of closer height than Max, he didn’t have to bend over so much and Kyle’s body fit closer than Max’s. Once more all thought and sense was yanked from him as Kyle’s tongue prodded his enticingly.

When Kyle finally pulled away breathless, he gave George the most gorgeous smile. It was as if Kyle knew exactly what he wanted, no, needed from this. But how could that be? They had just met? Or was he that readable?

Kyle took a step back, his hand clutching George’s. “Max should be ready by now.”

George’s brows drew together. “Ready?” He was still having problems gathering his thoughts coherently.

Kyle nodded, still smiling gently, and pulled on George’s hand. George was finding it hard to resist that smile. He allowed Kyle to lead him up the stairs and down the narrow hall. Opening the door Kyle led George inside. He gasped at the sight of his room. It was illuminated by at least 20 candles all around the room. A vanilla fragrence filled the air. Where had all the candles come from? George knew that he didn’t own them.

His attention was diverted to the figure moving toward them. Max had shed the layers of clothing and wore only his jeans that rode low on his hips. Kyle reached out and unzipped George’s jacket while Max moved close behind him. George gave a soft chuckle nervously.

“I’ve got to be dreaming.”

“Not a dream.” Max whispered in his ear, breath burning his ear.

“Does this feel like a dream?” Kyle asked taking George’s hand again and placing it on his bulging groin to feel the straining cock beneath his denim.

“No.” George stuttered. Even when Kyle let go of his hand, he kept it there letting the heat soak into him.

Kyle chuckled and pushed George’s jacket from his shoulders forcing him to remove his hand from Kyle’s groin. With slow, deliberate movements, Kyle and Max undressed George, layer by layer. When Max turned George around, he was as naked as the shorter man. George tried to remember when Max removed his jeans but the heat of Max’s mouth on his along with his hands sliding over his body scattered his thoughts. An instant later Kyle’s naked body pressed to his back. His mind missed the fact of the quickness of his actions.

Max pulled away, desire and lust lighting his amber eyes and pulled George to the bed. He sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

“Do it.” Kyle whispered in George’s ear making him jump. He hadn’t felt Kyle move to stand behind him. “You’ve been wondering what it would be like since he sat next to you.”

Kyle’s words rang true. From the time Max sat next to him at the bar, George had thought about how this man would feel in his mouth. How he would taste.

Before he could lose his nerve, George moved, crawled onto the bed and knelt between Max’s legs. Taking a deep breath and lowering his head, George also lowered his eyes as he took Max into his mouth. He sighed with pleasure when Max groaned loudly at the feel of his warm breath and mouth closed tightly over him.

George lost himself in the feel and taste of Max. He adored the feel of Max’s hands tugging at his hair, keeping him close as he sucked and teased his cock. He was so entranced in pleasing Max that he had not felt Kyle shift on the bed until he lay beneath George on his back. George knew that his own cock had come to attention the moment Max and Kyle undressed him and was content with having to wait for release but he nearly lost his load when Kyle’s mouth clamped on to his engorged member.

George tried to lift his mouth from Max simultaneously as his hips thrust deep into Kyle’s throat but Max’s hands held him down while thrusting his own hips up almost choking George.

“Don’t stop.” Max growled.

George knew that he couldn’t stop even if he tried. Between the feel of massive meat between his lips and the sucking action that was going on below his waist, there was no escape from these two…not that he wanted to get out of his hunk sandwich. So George relaxed and allowed the pleasurable sensations rush over his body. He raised his eyes to see that Max still leaned against the headboard, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He remembered the feel of those lips on his body and he trembled in anticipation at the thought of them touching him again. George realized then that Max only had one hand tangled in his hair, his other hand was off to the side. As George shifted his head slightly he could see that Max was pumping Kyle’s cock. A sexual triangle.

Just the sight of what they were doing took George over the edge, sending his trembling body into orgasm. His cock swelled and before he could warn or move away from Kyle, he came. Groaning deep in his throat, he felt Max respond and gripped his hair almost painfully, keeping him in place. George quickly swallowed as his mouth was flooded with semen the same time Kyle pulls away from his body and moaned as his own release claimed him.

The three men lay on the bed breathless. It took several minutes for them to recover from their intense releases. George wasn’t sure how to react. Wasn’t sure that he wanted this to end just yet. Though he was tired, he felt rejuvenated by the sexual activity. He turned his head and looked at Kyle who had his eyes shut. George turned back to Max when he felt a hand stroking his arm.

Max gave him a small smile, one that only lifted one corner of his mouth. It could have been a smirk but there was no gloating or arrogance behind it. It was sexy and made George’s mouth go dry and his body sizzled under Max’s touch.

“Should we leave you alone to rest?” His voice was soft, sincerity coating his words.

George shook his head and swallowed hard. How could he allow these two men to leave his bed just yet? His original plan had been to let them have this bed and he would sleep in Izzy’s bed.

“I’m not quite ready for sleep anymore.” George said as he looked to Kyle who had shifted and now lay on his side, head propped in his hand. Kyle’s free hand reached out and started caressing George’s hip lightly. George shuddered at the different touches. Max’s touch was steady, strong and demanding while Kyle’s was softer and easy-going. The combination was exhilarating.

“He wants more.” Kyle said, his voice low, barely audible.

George felt his cheeks blaze, unable to deny it; he looked away from Max’s gaze. How could he tell these beautiful men that he craved more from them? Hadn’t they already done enough? They were strangers, yet seemed to know more about him than his roommates. How was that possible?

Max moved his hand and grazed George’s renewing hard-on. George gasped, partially in wonder that he was able to come back so quickly. What was it about these men’s touch? It seemed to energize him more than a pot of coffee could.

“Up for another round Kyle?” Max’s voice held a hint of amusement to it.

Kyle shifted his body, making it rub against George’s skin. “Always.” His tone deep and sensuous.

George was speechless. All he could do was lay there in awe of Max and Kyle as they rolled over and moved their bodies around him.

“You get to chose George.” Kyle said as he kissed along George’s neck. “Who are you going to take up your ass? Who will be the lucky one to fill you up?”

The words Kyle used were crude but George’s body responded to them, heat exploding through every vein inside of him, drawing out a gasp as air was sucked from his lungs. He looked at both men. A contrast of darkness and lightness. His gaze fell to their cocks, both hardened and ready again. Could he decide? Max’s cock had felt wonderful in his mouth while Kyle’s mouth had done marvelous things to him. He’d seen Max working Kyle, watched out of the side of his vision how Kyle swelled before he exploded.

George shook his head. “I don’t know.” He whispered.

“Yes you do.” Kyle’s own whisper brushed George’s ear. “You know who you want. From the moment we sat beside you at the bar, you knew.”

George swallowed hard. Kyle was right. He hadn’t seen the two of them come in, but as soon as they sat next to him and saw them there was already an image of what he wanted. Who he wanted.

“Max.” The word was spoken softly, nearly inaudible, like it was a holy relic.

Kyle smiled and nodded. “Of course.” Kyle didn’t look or sound disappointed. It was fact, no emotion attached.

“Are you sure?” Max asked George but looked at Kyle.

“He’s very sure. Aren’t you George?” Kyle asked petting George’s chest but his gaze was on Max.

George looked from Kyle to Max feeling as if they were playing some sort of game between the two, as if they were mentally communicating with each other. He didn’t care. His thoughts were only on Max and what it would feel like.

“Yes, I’m sure.” George’s gaze landed on Max and forced his nerves back into the depths. He didn’t want anything to mess with this opportunity. Things like this did not happen often…ok, never did they happen for George.

Max smiled and used a hand to graze George’s skin joining Kyle in the petting. George laid back and closed his eyes, allowing the sensations of four hands caressing his body to fill him. He felt his body relax as the hands gently rolled him over onto his stomach and continued their touching. George had never felt any thing like this before. Their touch was so different yet they worked as one over his body, touching every spot, finding where he was ticklish and where he was sensitive.

It wasn’t until he felt his legs being spread apart and his hips being lifted did he realize that Kyle and Max had both move positions. He didn’t remember feeling a shift in the bed or even hearing them. He’d been lost in his own world of pleasure.

Coolness to his skin brought George out of his thoughts. He briefly wondered what was wrong with him. He’d never been one to drift away like…

Pressure on his body from behind brought a gasp from George as his mind suddenly cleared and felt Max pushing into him.

“Shit!” George ground his teeth as Max spread his body wide.

Kyle was kneeling in front of George and was slowly stroking his hair back from his face. “Relax George. You are tight and Max is well endowed.”

“No kidding.” George hissed as Max pressed more into him.

Kyle bent and claimed George’s mouth. Their tongues tangling in an erotic dance as Kyle calmed George’s body, distracted him until Max could fully claim the man they’d picked up.

George moaned when Kyle pulled away but it was replaced by a gasp because Max, completely embedded inside of George, shifted his hips side to side, grinding deeper into him.

George opened his eyes and found Kyle kneeling in front of him again and the tip of his cock just a breath away from George’s lips.

“Suck me George. Suck me while Max fucks your tight ass.”

Once again Kyle used words that were blunt, no romantic feelings. Strangely it was right for what they were doing. The three men were not making love. George had not even known them a few hours ago. They were still strangers to him. They were fucking. Having sex. Sure, the room was filled with lit candles and the air fragranced with vanilla and sex, but what they were doing was satisfying their primal desires.

George opened and took Kyle into his mouth, letting the thickness fill his mouth like Max was filling his ass. The sensation of being so full was like none other he’d ever felt. It was amazing and nearly lost himself as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm him. The only thing that saved him from coming at that moment was Max reaching around and squeezing a vice like grip at the base of George’s cock. That painful pressure drove back the orgasm.

“Not yet.” Max whispered.

George felt a slight warmth spread through his cock and down into his balls. The need for release was still there, his body ready as his balls stayed tightly drawn and his cock stiff as a board, but Max had made sure that George would not come before it was time.

“Not until I say so.” Max’s breath rushed across George’s neck causing a shiver down his spine. He nodded in response, unable to find his voice at that moment.

As one Max and Kyle withdrew their lengths slowly. George nearly whimpered at the sensation of going empty. Before he could protest their withdrawal, both men slammed back into George’s body. It wasn’t too hard, but he felt it all the way down to his toes, his entire body igniting into a flame of desire.

In and out the men pumped George’s body driving them all into a frenzy of moans and whimpers. Kyle and Max locked eyes over George’s body, connecting in a way that George was oblivious to.

Max shuddered and cried out. “Now!”

George felt his body release the withheld orgasm as the three men simultaneously gave themselves over to the rush of their bodies, filling George’s body with their seed.

All three collapsed on the bed and was unable to move for several moments. George was feeling sluggish now; his lack of sleep and the energy expended catching up to him. He started drifting off to sleep, his body sated more than it had in a long time. His hands brushed along whatever part he could reach of Kyle and Max and fell asleep with a grin.



George groaned as knocking sounded on his bedroom door. Through the grogginess of sleep he heard Izzy telling him he needed to get up or he’d be late to work. He turned and felt the soreness of his body and let out another groan. Slowly George opened his eyes as images assaulted his conscious brain. Visions of himself with two gorgeous strangers here in this bed.

George sat up swiftly and looked around. “It was a dream, right?” He mumbled to himself as he blinked rapidly, his eyes trying to see through the dimness of the room. He was alone in his bed. There were no candles sitting all around his room, but… it hit him. The smell of sex.

He reached over and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The sheets were a mess and his clothes were thrown on the floor. Right where Max and Kyle had left them. That’s when he noticed the note on the table beside him.


George,

It was time for us to move on. It was a pleasure getting to know you. Thank you for the bed and hospitality. We hope that your dreams were pleasant.

Sincerely,
Max and Kyle

George read through the note several times before he realized that what he’d seen in his head had been real. He remembered the time he spent with the two men in his bed very clearly. As he went to stand, his body recalled every moment of their touch. There were a couple of fuzzy parts to the evening. Like what happened to all the candles? How had Max gotten them all in there and lit without him seeing? And hadn’t their clothing gotten off a bit too quickly?

George shook his head and put on the boxers that were on top of the pile of clothing. Looking down, he gasped at the strange mark on his thigh. He rushed to the bathroom, thankful that neither Izzy nor Meredith were hogging it at the time, and locked the door behind him. He slowly pulled the boxers down again and looked in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

His eyes widened as the mark on the inside of his thigh, next to his groin, pulsed a silvery glow. It wasn’t bright, but definitely attention getting. George tried to gain access to a fuzzy memory. It was the moment just before he fell asleep. He remembered feeling a shifting of bodies around him and the warmth of breath between his legs, but he was just too exhausted to react.

“Something to remember us by.” A soft voice had echoed in his mind.

Who was it that put that on him? Was it Kyle or Max? How did they do it? What was it? George reached down and let two of his fingers glide over it, however as soon as his skin made contact, he pulled his head back and gasped as he relived their last orgasm.

Coming to his senses, George found himself kneeling on the bathroom floor, having had an orgasm. The spot had quit the pulsing glow, but it was still there. After several minutes, regaining his composure, George reached down with trembling fingers. This time there was no great orgasm, but his cock tingled as if it was remembering their touch.

“Holy shit.” He whispered in disbelief.

~*~*~

200 miles away…

Max leaned back in the seat and sighed.

“He touched it.” Kyle said softly. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.

Max nodded and smiled.

Kyle shook his head. “How long will it last?”

Max opened his eyes and looked at Kyle. “How long did yours last?”

Kyle met Max’s eyes. “I’ve still got mine.”

Max’s smile grew and he turned and laid his head back against the headrest again and closed his eyes.

Kyle sighed and pulled back onto the highway. “You’ve ruined him, you know.”

“One day we’ll be back.” Was Max’s reply.

THE END