"Ugh, you bastard. Fine."

And down they go to the media room, where Edmund queues up his movie! There's a lovely couch, which looks to have a hydrophobic coating.

"I really do love this film," he murmurs to James as he sits. "But the sex scenes are quite long and they're no fun without a partner."

James leans over to Edmund and nips at his ear before whispering, "Good thing you have one now."

Eee.

The movie turns out to be quite good! An English nobleman, Lucien Vaudrey Lord Crane, returns to England from self-imposed exile in China, following the deaths of his despicable father and equally despicable elder brother, to sort out his estate. However, upon arriving at his family manor, he finds himself attempting suicide three times, and finally realizes that he is under a curse. A sorcerer is called in, one Mister Stephen Day; it turns out that his mother was raped by Crane's brother and his family's reputation ruined by Crane's father, and so he has an understandable grudge. In spite of this, he stays to remove the curse and investigate who laid it, and Day begins to like Crane despite himself. The plot moves forward from there: it's convoluted, but engaging, and midway through (after a false start) there is indeed a lengthy scene of Crane sucking Day's cock, out on a country road in broad daylight.

Edmund knows when the scene is coming, and begins palming James' crotch as soon as it starts.

...this is unreasonably hot, says the part of his brain that is still from baseline Earth. This is just the regular amount of hot, says the rest of his brain.

He'll ride the first part.

His cock is already hard when Edmund gets to it and he wastes no time in reaching for Edmund's, too.

Edmund is hard and dripping with precum; the volume is higher than it was in previous timelines, leaving his prick slick and shiny after a few tugs. He makes a little bitten-off noise and tightens his hand around James' cock, starting to stroke properly.

(Peter's magnificent animal is not fully standing to attention, but neither is it fully in repose. He's not touching it, though. His eyes are on the screen, but James might notice them twitching across James towards Edmund a couple of times.)

Might he. Interesting.

"Okay but I was not joking when I said I wanted you inside me," he murmurs into Edmund's ear. And once again the half of him that comes from baseline Earth is surprised by this timeline's developments; he didn't use to produce a lot of precum, himself, but now he does.

"Not yet," Edmund murmurs. "Want to - get you going - the ending's even better."

"Is it. I'll follow your lead, then," and his lead involves jerking Edmund off with increasing enthusiasm.

Edmund's panting and twitching before long. "Good at this," he manages. "Can you - edge me -"

"You bet your pretty ass I can. But maybe you could be louder as you get closer, you know, just to help me out."

"But the soundtrack - ah!"

Despite his misgivings, Edmund does indeed get louder as he gets closer.

Peter is no longer semi-erect.

So james can lick and bite into Edmund's neck while jerking him off and stopping—just—before—and going hands off for long enough for Edmund to settle down for a second.

(He will not make direct eye contact with Peter. At least not now. But he will not try to prevent himself from staring at Peter's enormous—)

"S-starting back up," Edmund moans. "The plot."

(Peter lets out a thankful breath.)

Then James supposes he can jerk Edmund off casually rather than intently. You know, not aiming for anything, just making sure Edmund doesn't get soft.

Edmund pokes him in the side. "Film!"

The film continues. There's a party with lots of subtle foreshadowing and machinations; there's a brief, intense kiss, interrupted before it can get anywhere, and Day says he won't bed Crane in his family's manor; there's an assassination attempt by magic, in which scene the special effects get to really shine, and Day gets to look scary as hell. The plot thickens and tangles in on itself rapidly, until coming to a frothing head in a dark ritual sacrifice executed by six separate warlocks. At the last moment, Day kisses Crane and bites his lip open, using his blood to channel the power of his ancestor the Magpie Lord, and blasts the warlocks to absolute pieces.

Then it's over but for the denouement. Which, as it turns out, takes the form of Lucien Vaudrey Lord Crane fucking Stephen Day raw against the wall in the library of his estate, then a brief epilogue back in London where they fuck against a second-story window. (It turns out that when they have penetrative sex, Lucien's magpie tattoos start moving over his and Stephen's skin. There's a bit in the credits where they send letters back and forth arranging to meet again and return the tattoos to their rightful place, a task with which the tattoos do not wish to cooperate.)

From the moment the camera enters the library, Edmund's lips are on James'.

Oh okay James sees what Edmund meant. He rearranges himself so he's more properly draped over Edmund rather than just sitting next to him, and grinds against him a little. Or a lot.

"I... should be going," Peter says. "If the plot's over, that is."

"You're harder than I am, Peter," Edmund says, breaking away from the kiss. "Take care of yourself, come on."

"Can't I do it in my room?"

But Peter's cock is twitching and leaking clearish fluid.

"My stones hurt looking at you. Don't be ridiculous."

Back to kissing and grinding on James.

Peter's hand travels slowly to his cock, and he looks back at the screen.

(And as he tugs at himself, his eyes keep trying to flick back to Edmund, Edmund grinding on James, kissing James, getting ready to fuck James -)

Let's give him a show, boys.

Or something. His dastardly plan is not so much a plan now that he himself is kind of a little bit too distracted by being horny—double vision again, how much hornier he is on this timeline and how much more he wants Edmund and how much less in control he is of himself—and he's moaning kind of completely involuntarily as he guides Edmund's cock into his hole, one leg to either side of him for support. That is a lot of precum that Edmund himself is helpfully providing him with so he can get properly lubed up (heh) but he's desperate, too desperate, and as soon as Edmund is in and he is lowering himself onto Edmund's lap he lets out a long, strangled moan into the skin between Edmund's neck and shoulder.