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This doesn't have a title. It was written as an amalgam of two requests from here but didn't quite end up like what I was intending to write for either of them.

Narnia RPS
Ben/Will/Skandar
Probably NC17, but only just.
Summary: The boys get drunk and think swimming might be fun
Disclaimer: Not resembling the truth, as far as I know

“No this is not good!” Ben said, following them through the doors and out onto the tiles. “This is bad.”

Skandar couldn’t stop giggling. Will’s fingers were tight around his wrist, pulling him onwards. He’d spilt wine on his shirt, which was a pity because it was red wine and he liked this shirt.

“No, really,” Ben insisted, pointing at them. “We are too drunk and this is dangerous.” He was wobbling slightly, the slurring undermining the authoritative voice he was aiming for.

“It’s okay,” Will assured him, putting his own wine glass down on the table rather too heavily and then wrapping his arm around Skandar’s waist when it looked like he was going to collide into him. Skandar pressed his face against Will’s shirt and inhaled the scent of his sweat and the wine. He was pretty sure he could stand up okay, but if Will let him stay like this, then he would.

“We’ll drown,” Ben said flatly.

Skandar tipped his head to peep up at Ben. The lights in here were low and Ben’s face was in shadow with strange patches of paler glow. It took Skandar a minute to realise it was the reflection from the pool.

“We won’t go in deep,” Will promised, as he eased Skandar away from him, unpeeling his fingers. Skander was sure that wasn’t a good idea, until Will started unbuttoning his shirt. He balanced against the table instead, and tried to help, his fingers getting tangled with Will’s and making no progress. Will batted his hands away and pulled off the shirt.

“Come on!” Will encouraged, his eyes wide and eager, and Skandar tried to concentrate enough to get his own shirt buttons through their too-small holes. He heard Will laugh, and turned to see that Ben had caved and was undressing with enthusiasm. He paused, dressed only in boxers, to retrieve his wine from the table and gulp down the rest of it. Then, with a wink at Skandar, he stripped off and dropped his boxers and charged, all long pale limbs, down the steps into the shallow end of the pool.

Will soon followed, making his way more slowly until he reached the depth where Ben had stopped, copying him by sitting down so that the shallow water lapped at his neck. Ben casually flicked some water at him. Will yelped and splashed back.

Skandar had gotten most of the buttons on his evil shirt undone, but really, he thought he might just stay here and watch. The sight of Will’s bare thighs and buttocks as he’d made his way down the shallow steps had had a not very welcome effect on Skandar’s loins. Maybe taking his clothes off was a bad idea.

“Come on, Skan!” Will called. “It’s lovely and warm!” They were definitely having a water fight now, clambering all over each other, wet and laughing, and Skandar really wasn’t sure he’d survive that with his dignity intact. He rolled up his trousers and sat on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. They hadn’t put the lights on, although there was ambient light from out in the hall giving the water a faintly luminescent glow. Ben and Will were partly white and visible skin, and partly shadow, turning their bodies into strange shapes of muted grey that hid more than they showed. Skandar figured he was safe to assume they wouldn’t notice his erection, especially not with his trousers scrunched up like that.

“That’s no good!” Ben lectured, looking at Skandar, just before Will dunked him under the water, making him splutter. He tipped Will over in revenge, then waded his way over to where Skandar was sitting, the shadows wrapping and sliding around his hips and down his legs. Skandar could see his cock before he squatted back down into the water. “What’s up?” he asked, resting his elbows on the edge beside Skandar.

“I don’t want to swim,” Skandar mumbled.

Will walked his way over on his hands, his chin raised above the water, his arse and heels bobbing up and breaking the surface behind him. He flipped himself right way up on Skandar’s other side. “Skan doesn’t want to be naked…” he teased in a sing-song voice. “Skan’s a …” his brow wrinkled as he failed to find a word that rhymed.

“Is that it?” Ben asked, seriously. “That’s silly. We all look the same. It’s just a … thing.”

Skandar ducked his head. He really didn’t know what to say. The wine was making his head buzz and he wasn’t sure if he was just over-reacting. Ben and Will didn’t seem bothered by each other’s bodies. They didn’t even seem to look at them, and we happy to touch and push each other. Skandar was even a little bit jealous of the familiarity, although he knew that was ridiculous.

Then something grabbed his ankle and then he was moving and then he was in the water, in his clothes, up to his waist. He nearly sat down in the water in surprise. Ben and Will were both laughing, faces crinkled, mouths wide open and Skandar looked between them, not even knowing which one to blame.

He was going to say something really grumpy, but then their arms were around him, their wet hands messing his hair, their naked bodies close against his clothed one and their laughter ringing in his ears. And actually, it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that funny, but somehow he found himself giggling along with them, and splashing water at them. They shrieked and floundered, unable to move fast with their legs trapped in the water, their bodies twisting, the shadows slipping and sliding across their skin.

Then Will was in front of him, fumbling with the buttons Skandar hadn’t managed to undo, and Ben was behind him, arms looped around unfastening his fly and trying to pull down his sodden trousers and it was all Skandar could do to stand still.

Will and Ben were still laughing, their hands getting in each others’ way. They tipped him sideways to get him to step out of the trousers and then he was naked too and his clothes were all bundled up in their hands and piled wetly on the side of the pool.

“See?” Will teased, his eyes wide and close to Skandar, “it’s not that bad…” his words trailed off into laughter again, his eyes flicking up to Ben, then back to Skandar.

Firm hands on Skandar’s shoulders and Ben dunked him under the water. When he came up spluttering, the other two were racing across the pool, half walking, half swimming when it became deeper. With a roar of mock rage, Skander set off after them.

He caught up when they stopped, distracted by a pair of dials set into the tiled surround. He launched himself at Will from behind, wrapping his arms around his neck and successfully tipping them both back into the deeper water.

“Hey, hey – look!” Ben motioned to them as they surfaced. “Look, I think…” he was fiddling with one of the dials and then there was a burst of sound, of rushing water and they turned to where Ben was pointing. A cascade of water was pouring off a tiled shelf in the wall, sheeting downwards and into the pool forming a thin waterfall.

Without discussing, all three paddled over to stand beside it, sticking their hands in, then standing underneath. The water here was just deep enough to lap at their hipbones, and distinctly warmer than the cascade from above.

Ben swore and leapt back out. Skandar followed, turning to look at Will.

Will was standing with his arms outstretched and his head tipped back as though he were washing his hair in the shower. The water was pouring across his body, the chill making his the peaks of his nipples stand out from his chest. For a moment, Skandar could hardly catch his breath.

Ben glanced at him, and Skandar looked back. Ben wasn’t laughing now either. A strange half-smile danced across his lips. Then, as Skandar stood watching, Ben stepped back under the water, only a hitch in his breath betraying the cold. Will’s head lifted and he shook the water out of his eyes. He was staring at Ben.

Then Ben’s wet hand was on Will’s pale chest, the water parting and flowing around his wrist and Skandar could hear his heartbeat in his ears. It seemed like forever and also barely a second before Ben bent as if in slow-motion and pressed his closed lips to Will’s.

Skandar felt dizzy. They’d had too much to drink. Maybe he’d passed out or was hallucinating, because he definitely couldn’t actually be seeing what he was seeing. It was…

And then they broke apart, and Ben glanced at Skandar again, and Will had a sheepish, embarrassed smile on his face when he turned, too, to look at Skandar.

Skandar supposed he must have looked like a rabbit in the headlights, because whatever the others saw it led them both to laugh.

And, like that, the tension was gone.

“It’s okay,” Will said, his hand stretching out to Skandar, his mouth wide in a smile. “It’s okay.”

And then they pulled him into the waterfall, and their hands were a warm contrast to the cold water. He didn’t know what to do, kept his fists balled at his side, wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch too. They stroked his shoulders, and his back and his chest and when Ben’s hand dipped below the waterline and brushed his arse it was almost as if it were by accident. Will’s lips pressed behind his ear, and Ben’s to his temple and then they were kissing over his shoulder, mere centimetres from his eyes and Skandar felt as though ever nerve ending in his body was tingling.

How could he not have known?

Their lips were shadowy and dark but he could see their tongues meeting. There was water on their faces and he had to reach out and touch, run his fingers down their cheeks. When he touched their mouths, pressed his finger into their kiss he felt Will’s fingernails dig into his hips to leave crescent marks in his skin and Ben gasped, his eyelashes fluttering for a second before the kiss continued.

And now they were pressed against him, their long hard - naked bodies against his skin and Skandar could feel that he was shaking.

“It’s okay,” Will said again, mouthing the words in kisses across his skin with lips that had just been on Ben’s.

“It’s okay,” Ben repeated before he dipped his head and brushed those lips against Skandar’s.

Skandar stepped back in surprise, colliding with Will whose arms slid further around him to hold him safe. Then it was Skander who reached up to kiss Ben, and Skander who pressed back against Will, feeling the length of his erection hard against his lower back.

And then Ben’s lips parted, and Skander wrapped his arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

There were hands on his hips, and rubbing down his back. There was a hand on his neck, cradling his head. There was a hand stroking across his arse, and a hand rubbing across his stomach, achingly close to his erection. He stopped trying to connect whose hands were whose and enjoyed the sensation of two bodies, two pairs of attentive lips.

When a hand wrapped around his cock, Skandar couldn’t help the jolt that ran through the whole of his body. There were soft, kindly laughs, and someone kissed him again. It was hard to concentrate on the kiss, even, with that hand on him, touching him, where nobody except himself had ever touched. They were murmuring, maybe to each other, maybe to him and the could feel them moving, thought they might be touching each other and that thought was nearly enough to make him come. He inhaled sharply and then, suddenly, the hands were gone. Skandar whined in disappointment.

He was turned around, and it was hard to focus on Will’s face. He’d been so close.

“You can’t come in the pool,” Will told him, brushing a kiss on his lips.

Why not? Skandar felt like asking.

But they were moving, and they each had one of his hands and were practically dragging him to the steps. Skandar’s feet were refusing to cooperate and why did they want to go somewhere, just when everything was getting so good?

Ben laughed and Skandar realised he must have said that out loud. Will was gathering up armloads of damp clothes and liberating complimentary towels to wrap them in.

“We’re not leaving you,” Ben assured Skandar, as Will ushered them ahead of him. “We’ve waited too long.”

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I don't think there's more. But if anyone fancies writing what happens in the hotel room, then be my guest.

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