Title: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Gil/Jim
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Warrick is making them late for work again.
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.
A/N : This picks up a year after, where the trillogy left off.

It had been a year since Warrick, Gil and Jim had formed the triad, but they'd only been living together for three months now. It was quite an adjustment, at first, but they had settled in nicely. Most of their close friends knew what was going on. Those being, Catherine, Nick and Greg. They had all been extremely supportive and even helped them find a house, in a isolated area, that suited their needs.

As Jim approached the bathroom door, he could hear Rick's persuasive voice coming from inside. "C'mon now babe, just a quickie. We've got time."

Jim wasn't sure exactly what he heard next but it sounded suspiciously like a giggle. Damn it. He was missing out on some fun. So, he'd better get in there fast, before they started without him. Jim pushed the door open slightly to peer into the bathroom.

Warrick was in there all right. And so was his other lover. Gil was shirtless and leaning back against a stark-naked Warrick, grinning with his eyes half-closed as Warrick's hand disappeared down the front of Gil's boxers.

In a low voice, Gil moaned, "this -- is really not the time, Rick." But Gil was rubbing his ass against Warrick's groin as he spoke and really didn't seem to be minding the untimeliness at all.

Sometimes Rick could act like such a slut and Jim really enjoyed those times. Jim entered grinning and said, "please, gentleman, don't let me interrupt. Don't mind me. Just carry on." He turned his back to them and began washing up at the sink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gil slither out of Warrick's grasp. "Are you sure about that now?" came a soft voice next to him.

Jim turned to see Warrick leaning against the wall next to his right. The man was still breathtakingly naked, and all Jim could see was long, lean legs, broad chest and all that golden bronze skin.

Warrick continued, with an amused wave of his hand at Jim's groin, "Because it's looks like you might be just a little bit interested."

So much for keeping his usual cool. "Really, Warrick, I don't think we have time for that. So, maybe you should just finish taking care of Gil. We've got to get to work soon." Jim started to turn away, unexpectedly finding himself face to face with Gil, who had crept up beside him also.

"My, my, I agree with you, Rick," Gil purred, looking Jim over. "Definite signs of interest."

"So a guy gets a woody every now and then," Jim said, smirking at Gil, who somehow was looming ever closer to him. "It doesn't mean -- it's not like --" He lost track of his words, because Gil had backed him directly into Warrick, bumping his back against Rick's hard chest. He could feel the heat of Rick's skin through his thin T-shirt. The hairs on Rick's thighs tickled the back of his legs.

"Tell me what it's like, then," Warrick said his breath warm on the back of Jim's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"You're going to make us late for work again, aren't you?" Jim asked desperately. Warrick's hardness was poking him in the ass, and now Gil was kneeling in front of him, his eyes on the prominent bulge at Jim's groin. "Absolutely," Warrick laughed, watching with glee as Gil began mouthing Jim's cock through his briefs. It was an amazing sensation, that mouth -- so amazing that Jim didn't even protest when Warrick removed his shirt. So amazing that he scrambled to remove his briefs, shoving them down past his hips, just so Gil's hot mouth could get properly on his cock as soon as possible.

He groaned as Gil's mouth engulfed him, knees nearly buckling from the intense sensation. As Gil sucked him, Warrick held him up with an arm wrapped around his waist, while his cock slid between Jim's cheeks. Jim rubbed his ass against Warrick's cock, feeling the hardness, and the coarse hair against his skin, realizing vaguely that he was mimicking the movements he had seen Gil make earlier.

Warrick chuckled softly, then slipped away from Jim, just for a moment. Even though overwhelmed by the busy mouth on his cock, Jim groaned at the loss of touch, the loss of all that bodily warmth, all that skin rubbing against him. He touched Gil's hair, stroking his head, trying not to thrust too hard into Gil's mouth.

Then a slick finger penetrated him, pushing inside his body. "Oh, God yes," Jim ground out, encouraging Warrick. He wanted it. He wanted Warrick, inside of him, while Gil's mouth melted his body, making him liquid, open and ready for Warrick's cock. "Do it, do it now!"

Warrick did it, pushing his cock inside of Jim with a low moan, stretching him to his limit. "Yeah, that's it," Warrick whispered in his ear. "Damn, but you're tight." He wrapped himself around Jim, panting against his back, then began to thrust.

Jim closed his eyes, losing himself in the surge of pleasure. He rocked his hips, pushing his cock into Gil's mouth, then jamming his ass back, impaling himself on Rick's cock. It was all good, every move he made bringing pleasure, the sound of Rick moaning into his neck, the pressure of Gil's fingers digging into his hips. Then Gil moaned, sucking his cock in deep, hands reaching behind Jim's ass to feel where Rick's cock was plunging in. "Yeah, babe," Jim heard Rick say.

It was hot. It was hot and nasty and dirty, and Jim felt so damn glad to be alive.

It was too good to last. Jim came with a snarl, hand grasping lightly in Gil's hair, his body shaking as he pumped come into Gil's mouth. He felt as though his very life was pouring out him, that Gil was going to swallow him whole. When at last he was done, feeling dizzy and light-headed, with Warrick still pounding into him, Gil slithered up his body and kissed him. Jim held onto him, pulling Gil to his chest. Gil tasted like come, and his tongue was pushy, so Jim just let him have his mouth, just like he had had his cock.

He was so lost in the kiss, in Gil's stunning mouth that he didn't even realize Warrick was coming, not until Rick collapsed against him, panting and cursing. "Damn, that was sweet," Warrick said, his arm clasped across Jim's chest, his chin resting on Jim's shoulder.

"Oh yeah," Jim panted, nodding as Gil's mouth trailed down his neck, finding Warrick's lips. Gil kissed Warrick thoroughly, and Jim leaned his head back, trying to collect his wits, but failing when Warrick's lips found his ear. He moaned in delight, and Warrick chuckled softly.

"Like that, don't you," Warrick said. His cock was still buried in Jim's ass, twitching just slightly.

Gil tapped Jim's chest. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I hate to spoil your little post-coital basking--"

Jim grinned and Warrick stepped back, his cock slipping from Jim's body. Jim put his hands on Gil's chest, pushing him back against the wall. "I'll get right on it, baby," Jim said, kneeling between Gil's legs as Gil eagerly pushed down his boxers.

Sure, they'd be late again, Jim thought as he swallowed Gil's cock. But he was having too much of a good time to care!

The End